#I could look at this picture the whole day ♥

[chessalein]

I wish they had more mimic in this game, I mean their 22/7 resting bitch face makes such moments even sweeter, but it would be much nicer in pictures if they had a bit more emotions. He is so pretty ♥ Look at this sweet sweet smile!

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♥︎ Pairing: boyfriend!jisung x chubby!fem!reader

♥︎ A/N: If you're a chubby/thick/plus sized babe feeling not so great about yourself and you happen to love our sweet Hannie, I hope you find some comfort in this.

boyfriend!jisung who fell for you the moment he saw you but took forever to work up the nerve to ask you out on a date because he was afraid you'd say no.

boyfriend!jisung who's an introvert that doesn't like to go out a lot but went out every weekend for a whole month just for the chance to hang out with you.

boyfriend!jisung who spontaneously confessed his feelings for you one night and turned the cutest shade of red when he found out you felt the same.

boyfriend!jisung who's hangs on every word you say so when it was time to plan your first date he knew how to make it perfect for you.

boyfriend!jisung whose friends adored you before they even met you because this man couldn't stop running his mouth to them about how amazing you were. They've literally never seen him so head over heels.

boyfriend!jisung who had you stay over his place so he could make you breakfast the next morning accompanied by flowers and a little card he handmade asking you to be his girlfriend.

boyfriend!jisung who doesn't get it at first when you say people won't believe that someone like him wants someone like you.

boyfriend!jisung who took the time to understand your feelings, reassuring you as much as you needed that it didn't matter what anyone else thought. You're the most beautiful woman in the world to him. How could he not want you?

boyfriend!jisung who praises your body every chance he gets. When you take him shopping with you he can't resist telling you how nicely that sundress suits your figure or how cute those pants make your butt look.

boyfriend!jisung who always has to sneak in a few extra minutes with you in bed in the morning so that he can cuddle and squeeze your soft body. You're the reason he's late all the time but it's worth it.

boyfriend!jisung who never makes you feel like you need to be ashamed of your squishy belly, rolls, or chin. If he catches you sulking he'll kiss every part of you until it feels loved.

boyfriend!jisung who's known for being funny but will turn into an absolute demon if anyone ever fucks with you or makes you feel bad.

boyfriend!jisung who checks in with you throughout the day to make sure that you've eaten. On your bad body image days especially he'll either cook or buy you your favorite foods to avoid you skipping meals.

boyfriend!jisung whose camera roll is filled with pictures of you two together along with a bunch of secret ones he's taken when you weren't looking. Some are from angles you'd feel make you look bigger but he's smitten with every picture of you. You'll have to fight him to delete them.

boyfriend!jisung who always lets everyone know that the two of you are together. There's never a question of how proud he is to tell the world you're his.

boyfriend!jisung who'll stop everything to be with you when things get really bad. You can cry in his arms for hours if you want. He'll always be there to comfort you.

boyfriend!jisung who lets himself be vulnerable, opening up to you about his own insecurities because he knows you'll be there to comfort him too. Of course you are.

boyfriend!jisung who may drool over how pretty you are but never takes for granted how kind, funny, creative, and intelligent you are on top of that.

boyfriend!jisung who loves you because, well, you're you.

[llovely-12]

All I Need

(Let Down part 2)

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Park Jihyo x female reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of cheating, a bit suggestive at the end

Story: What had been broken, could also be fixed.

Authors note: A big thank you to the person who requested a part two! I'm happy for every interaction I get on my fanfics. Big love to everyone who has been liking my posts♡. Enjoy the read♥︎

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'What was broken could also be fixed.'

That's what eight year old Jihyo thought after breaking one of her mothers precious vases. While chasing after her siblings, she accidentally knocked the expensive object over and caused it to shatter into many pieces.

Now she was sitting at the table in her bedroom with a glue bottle in her hand, trying to fix the mess that she had made. It wasn't exactly easy to figure out which pieces belonged together and how to arrange them, but she would invest every second she had to ensure that this vase would be fixed.

The work was hard and painful, but Jihyo put her best efforts into putting the vase together. In the end, she had a decent result. The vase was almost the same as before. No, it was even better. The vase created a completely new image. The colours now create a different picture. It gave the vase a fresh new look.

Jihyo was, of course, scolded for the action. Her mother loved the vase, and she was quite sad after she found out that Jihyo had broken it. To her surprise, the result Jihyo came up with was even better than her previous vase. The new creation gave her so much joy and a whole different perspective that she put it into the entry. Jihyo's mom proudly showed the remade vase to everyone entering the house.

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The weeks after the finished collaboration were rough. Jihyo moved out of the once shared apartment. You were not really talking to her. Only acknowledging her when it was nessacery. What broke Jihyo the most were the ripped up pictures she found one day. That was apparently your way of dealing with everything, just breaking stuff out of frustration.

Of course, she understood the struggles you had. She still couldn't figure out what brought her to the decision to cheat on you. Nothing ever made her question her relationship until that point. To her relief, the short fling with the male artist quickly ended after the collaboration. He returned back to the States without messaging Jihyo. What an asshole. She put the most important thing in her life onto the edge just to be ghosted.

Well karma is a bitch and it was all over Jihyos face. The ripped up picture pieces lay secure in her bedside table at the new apartment. She would never let these go or the relationship with you. Everything that had been broken could also be fixed. That mindset burned into Jihyo's head as she made out a plan to win you back.

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Work drowned out your insecure thoughts. The books were kind of your saviour. After things with Jihyo partially ended, you felk into a consumerism spiral and bought every book revolving about love, relationship drama, and most importantly, murdering your ex.

You were so pent up with frustration that the poor books and customers had to suffer under the emotional mess of your life. Friends and family were your biggest supporters, but after a while, you found more solitude by drowning yourself into the world of books. They gave you the perfect scenarios to imagine. Scenarios that could've happened with Jihyo, too.

You tried to ignore her or everything evolving around her, but you live in South Korea. The streets are plastered with her face. The internet is filled with commercials that include her or even her voice. The radio plays the same Twice songs. You could never really escape her, even if you wanted to.

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Jihyo turned the key to your once shared apartment. There were still things that she needed to get. You were sitting on the couch, almost unbothered. You tried so hard not to care when she was around, but then her eyes met yours, and suddenly, everything started crashing down on you.

She would comfort you, hold you close to her, and you would let her. In the end, you would do everything to keep her. Being back in her securing embrace made you calm down. She always had a calming effect on you.

"I am going to fix this."

Her promise was sure and determined. You know jihyo. She pulls things through until they're done. She keeps her promise.

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The bed felt different this morning. Another weight pushed the mattress further down into the wooden bedframe. Her black hair is spread out across the pillow case. Her breathing, soft and gentle, casts through the air like a nostalgic melody. Her fingers wrap around the fabric of your shirt.

Jihyo sleeping next to you in bed was not something you thought you'd be waking up to any time soon. Both of you were still hurt and broken from her cheating. You never knew how much she was affected by her actions, but you also partially didn't care. She made that decision, and now she had to live with the consequences.

You take her hand off your shirt and leave the bedroom. The audacity she had, sleeping in your bed, next to you. You walk into the guest bedroom. The bed there wasn't as comfortable as your own, but you don't want to sleep next to Jihyo. At least not now.

Over the course of the last week, things changed. You started talking to her again and let her back into the apartment. Both of you actually settled for her sleeping in the guest room. That quickly changed, though, as she started sneaking into your room and sleeping next to you.

You started arguments over this, but at the end of the day, it was never enough for you to actually stay mad at her. Everything you tried shattered down the cliffs of her care for you. Ironically, she was the one caring for you when you were crying about the things she did.

Like always, she found a way back into your heart. Slowly but surely, she'd crawl back in like nothing happened. That's what she always did, and you could never hold her back. It's like you needed her more than oxygen. Like the air, your breath wasn't enough to fill you up to keep you functioning. She was like a siren, calling you back into the depths of her ocean at any time she wanted to.

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Evenings like these were normal once. A wine glass in your right hand, and a book in your left. The cushion of the couch comforted your back as you were lying against it. Jihyo sits at the other end of the couch. Her actions are the same as yours.

Her wine glass is almost empty. The second bottle of wine has already been opened and put on the small coffee table. Usually, Jihyo was more into beer. She would always order the bitter liquid on night outs. Here at 'home', she would enjoy a nice wine with you.

Her eyes are trained on the book in her hand. She's reading some romance drama novel you got her before the whole breakup drama. She always enjoyed your taste in literature. Her love for reading was actually quite unexpected. In the beginning, you only got to see her love for sports or her job. Yet after the first few walls of your relationship crumbled, she revealed more of her true self.

Things got better now. You could eat dinner with her again, sit next to her, or engage in a casual chat with her without thinking about the past events. Jihyo made a lot of effort to try to win you back. Of course you had noticed. Her actions never really subtle.

While thinking, your eyes were trained on her. Jihyo had to bite back a small smile. She wanted nothing more than to have you back as hers again. Regretting everything that happened and that she wasn't faithful to you. Jihyo wanted you back, more than anything in the world. She had made a fool of herself and mostly you.

Nothing would go back to the way it once was, but she could make something new out of it. You both could, together, like you always used to. Giving life a new perspective.

Every time Jihyo thought things were hopeless, she thought back to the broken vase. The effort she had put into something simple as glueing back together the shards of porcelain would give her the boost she needed. Like she did back then, she would now put her effort into repairing this mess. She would glue your broken pieces back together.

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Her kisses felt like little butterflies gracing your skin. You could never get enough of the feeling of her. Another night of enjoying some wine and books turned into kisses and caresses. It shouldn't be like this. You should hate her, and you have every right to.

Her mouth drags over your neck, only stopping to give your skin a wet kiss. A sigh escapes your lips. She knew all of your weak spots. Her hands hold onto your waist underneath your shirt. The skin of her hand is soft and delicate.

Your hands hold onto her tank top, fingers occasionally scratching the tanned skin underneath. Gasps escaped her lips. Jihyo was very vocal about her likes and dislikes. She leaned closer to you, her muscles tensing under your touch, but in a good way.

Your hand meets her cheek and pulls her head up for a soft kiss. The kiss holds emotions you nor she could ever express. Sometimes, actions do speak more than words. Jihyo knew how to transport the right message with her gestures.

"You're all I need." She rasps out, her voice breathless and almost hoarse. Her eyes meet yours, the brown orbs filled with hope and need. You've never seen her look at you like this.

Maybe you just need to let your guard down and love her again. The universe would never send you someone again who would look at you like this. The rawness of love, right in front of your face. Your head nods without much thought, and you lean in for another kiss.

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[nana-b0b]

》🔞 These panels are censored, you can go to the last of the post to find out where to see them!

A little historical info to better understand:

♡♡♡♡♡!!! I really feel happy and overcome with these panels, I was thinking a lot about how to make them since there were several obstacles: I had never drawn something NSFW before as it should be 😅 I never got that far so to speak, there was always a line that prevented me from taking that step, since it is not the same to draw some small scene where you only see something specific to a whole pose as such and all that implies. But after many ideas and turns I managed to take that step (maybe small for some but for me it was like reaching the moon 😂) and the most important and most feared was that the essence of the drawings and the style would be lost but I could keep it well and make it coexist ♡.

Note: as for the text accompanying the panels I want to say that it's not my best work as a narrator hahaha I don't write anything since I was about fifteen and it was my era of fanfics and stuff, so I feel its very basic and empty! 😅 ♥!

Now, let's talk a bit about the panels! Well, as we all knew this moment was coming, it was no surprise -3- Ryomen really had to be patient to get what he had been thinking for a while, but he didn't want it to be something random as it could be with any woman he wanted, he was really curious to see how Aurora could look like with the full appearance of a lady of the Heian era and when he saw her, he just couldn't resist. One thing will be clear: Aurora won't wear black teeth again, there will be no way to paint her teeth again without someone losing a limb. As for her eyebrows: she's really mad about that, but I'll let it go.

And to close this post I come with a novelty (I've been thinking about this for days) now we are going to be able to have these drawings completely uncensored on patreon.

I'm not going to lie, using more than two social networks for me is already a lot 😥 if it were up to me I would only post everything in one place but we know how the rules are and we have to respect them, if just by showing a nipple (which is a pixel 😂 ) they almost censored me on Instagram I knew this would be difficult and Tumblr is not lagging behind, while there are things that it lets pass there are others that it doesn't and it's not nice to have to make such complex drawings so that the AI doesn't detect them as 🔞 since there comes a certain point that you get tired too and it loses the grace.

My patreon will be the place for all my works 🔞 without any censorship already, you are going to be able to enjoy both public and private content depending on the type of work ♡. I think also for me it's an incentive to be able to start letting go more of my ideas and continue with everything I want to do :)

To say goodbye first I want to always thank you for all the support you give me and all your messages 🖤 and second to warn you that this CAP of Ren will be in patreon already published privately but all the other censored drawings are public for you to see and enjoy them as they should ⭐

Here are the publications that I censored and that you can now see, there are not many at the moment x'D

[luvlunajpg]

Insecurities

♡ pairing: johnnie x Plus size female reader

♡ summary: You caught johnnie doing something unexpected which ends up in losing your virginity

♡ classification: fluff and smut

♥︎ anon note: hey guys! Luna here ( ^ω^ )

This fanfic was requested by a fellow reader from my previous fanfic. This was a challenge for me as insecurities comes in many forms and i fear that i would trigger any of my beautiful johnnie girlies out there :( . I sincerely apologise if there is any part of the story triggered you or made you feel like its not accurate to what body insecurities actually feels like. Some people go through insecurities differently and i really want you to know that no matter how different we are, everyone is beautiful periodt. I love you guys so much! Thank you for the love and support on my previous fanfic.

XOXO Luna ♥︎

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You and Johnnie have been dating for awhile and today just happens to be your anniversary with him. Since Johnnie is busy streaming, you suggest that the both of you to stay at home to watch movies and cuddle the whole night. You and johnnie were never the kind of couple to celebrate publicly. Both of you prefer to just spend time with eachother at home where you and johnnie can have more privacy.

You prepare the blankets, pillows and picked up the delivered food at your doorstep. After preparing for the night you giggled at the set up and took a picture to post it on social media. After admiring your efforts, you head over to Johnnie’s office to peek on his progress on the livestream. As you were few steps closer to his office, your heart immediately sank hearing your boyfriends moans and groans through the door. Your brain was flooded with all kinds of scenarios. Was he lying? What is he doing? Is he facetiming another girl? Why is he moaning like that? Why would he do that during a livestream?

You spare no time and immediately slammed the door open. Johnnie gasped and threw his phone across the room and tries his best to hide his boner. You were in tears, your heart broke into a million pieces, you couldn’t stop sobbing and soon enough you fell to your knees in front of him.

“Noo.. baby please.. i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ johnnie got cut off by sharp slap across his face

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WOULD CHEAT ON ME ON OUR ANNIVERSARY JOHNNIE HOW COULD YOU!” You cried to your hands feeling your heart crumble even more hearing him apologise. Johnnie sigh and grab his phone to show you a picture of yourself in a skirt and heart garter suspenders. That picture was posted this morning as you just put that outfit together for an upcoming concert next week.

“I was masturbating ok… Im sorry Y/N you look so hot in that outfit i couldn’t help myself. I know how you feel towards sex and i respect that but i just can’t help myself. I’m- i’m so sorry Y/N..” johnnie sighs in disappointment.

He cups your face before breaking down into tears, leaving you more heartbroken than before. You’ve always told Johnnie how insecure you are with your body which made you never want to lose your virginity anytime soon. You have always been on the plus size side ever since High school, you have never had a boyfriend and Johnnie just so happens to love you just the way you are. But you were not ready because you were afraid of the way Johnnie would see you afterwards. You have zero experience in sex and you’re also insecure on how you would look like during sex. After seeing your boyfriend sob on your thighs, you start to realise how Johnnie is more than perfect to be the one to be your first. He has been accepting your flaws since day one and still continue to accept it until now.

“Johnnie.. i’m ready.” You lift johnnie’s head to meet his teary blue eyes.

“No baby please, i don’t want to force you. I want you to be sincerely ready.” Johnnie shook his head and holds your hand tight.

“I would never want to lose it to anyone else Johnnie Guilbert. I want you to be my first.” You smiled at him to assure him that you really wanted this. Johnnie pecks your forehead and tells you to get yourself ready so that you are more comfortable. You nodded in response before heading out to shave, shower and wear an outfit that was meant for Johnnie only. A black bra and the same miniskirt and garter suspenders that was in the post. After looking at yourself in the mirror for one last time you head to you and Johnnie’s shared bedroom only to see the room being dim and a few rose petals sprinkled on the bed.

“You like it..? I want it to be more romantic for us.” Johnnie asks as he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you from the back. You turned around and kissed Johnnie on the lips feeling his lip ring brushing against your lips

“Its perfect my love” you stroke Johnnie’s cheeks as he admires your outfit. He bit his lips admiring you from head to toe as he lightly pushes you on the bed. He strips himself leaving him with only his boxers and continue to kiss you passionately. Your tongues are wrestling in eachothers mouth as Johnnie unclasp your bra exposing your nipple piercing

“Holy fuck Y/N…” johnnie groans as that is his first time seeing them. You immediately got embarrassed and covered your boobs, feeling your face heat up every second. “Hey baby.. its okay. They’re so beautiful. Can’t wait to feel them against my tongue” Johnnie assures as he slowly removes your hands pinning them above your head as he licks the tip of your nipples gently before swirling them around in his mouth. You were a moaning mess, it felt so good you threw your head back on the bed. Johnnie moves on from your nipples and leaves a trail of kisses from your chest all the way to your belly. He removes every last bit of your clothing leaving you naked infront of him, johnnie steps back abit to see his beautiful naked girlfriend laying down infront of him. You felt your insecurities rising from the tip of your toes to the roots of your hair, you immediately sit up and covered your body as your face turns red again.

Johnnie smiles in awe as he removes your hands from your body kissing every part he touches.

“Baby you’re so beautiful… don’t cover up. I love you so so much, the wait was so worth it my love” johnnie says as he leaves kisses from your face all the way to your entrance.

He licks his lips before dragging his tongue on your entrance causing you to moan and grip onto his hair. Johnnie smoothly licks your folds as his thumb massages your clit leaving you a moaning mess under his touch. As you grew wetter, johnnie removes his boxers pressing his hard length against your wetness. He gives you a peck on the nose before pushing himself slowly into you causing you to groan as you feel your walls stretch around his dick. Johnnie gives you time to adjust as he never stops giving you kisses on your neck and face, he holds your hand tight to give you more support. You nodded to assure him to continue, johnnie nods back in response thrusting slowly in and out of you leaving him a groaning mess.

“Fuck! Y/n you’re so tight” Johnnie moaned out as his thrusts are getting faster and harder, but not hard enough for you to feel pain. You were moaning against johnnie’s chest as you feel yourself coming close.

“Fuck johnnie! I’m going to-“ your sentence got cut off as you squeal and cum all over Johnnie’s big length. Seconds later Johnnie pulls out and cum all over the bedsheet as he rolls his eyes to the back before plopping himself down onto the empty spot beside you. After the both of you catch your breaths you wrap your arms around johnnie’s chest cuddling into his skin.

“happy anniversary my beautiful queen” johnnie says as he kisses your head before heading to sleep with you.

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[starrailstories]

Hey! Could you write something about Blade having a keeper of time/ timekeeper s/o? ♥

first ask!!! let's hecking goooooooo

i wanted to write headcanons but then one thing led to another and it's a short story that i hope you enjoy

Blade x gn!Timekeeper!S/O — Seen in the shards

warnings: mentions of blade's depression and suicidal thoughts (canon-compliant), possibly ooc but i really really hope i wrote him well

Blade is destruction incarnate, the mara and rage and grief taking over him sporadically, like bile rising to the throat. He is an effective tool of the Hunters (ironic, isn't it? an abomination like him hardly can Hunt), and many would think that this is all he is, a bounty and a sin and a loosely held leash.

You know him differently, though. You know him in the moments of repose in-between the storm that he brings along, and in those moments, he feels like a large shard of time away from where he'd fit. It's always shards with him, glimpses of past mistakes, and battles, and memories, but mostly sorrow. You think of the ways time cracks as you struggle to keep it whole, revealing the uncomfortable truths you dare not mention to the IPC or the Intelligentsia Guild. It's kind of similar, like if you try just enough, you'll see the complete picture once again.

And he doesn't get you at first, because collecting broken shards and piecing them back is not what Blade does. Blade is all about burning bridges, throwing himself into battle headfirst, Blade does - not - get it when you show concern or worry, when you offer to share a meal, when you tend to a wound of his, when you try and protect him in battle, because he isn't supposed to be together, only apart, shatter and shatter and shatter in hopes that one day, he'll just lie there broken and dead and gone.

You care and that hurts, for some reason, hurts in a way that doesn't sate his urge to be hurt.

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"I almost pity you, Bladie. But envy you all the same," Kafka drops one day as they're sat in a boujee cafe on a planet that will experience a Stellaron catastrophe in about three system hours. She raises her cup of tea to her lips almost immediately, but he catches a hint of a smile.

"Pity, I understand, but I do not welcome it. However, what of the envy?"

Kafka set down her cup gently, in a manner that she would always do, and her smile faded.

"Soon, you would know the meaning of fear. You knew it once, but in a different lifetime. Now, you will know it again, and it will hurt in different ways. It's fascinating."

She spoke with a certainty, as if reciting a script. Possibly that was the case, and that was more sad than anything. Given a power to make anyone listen, but stuck saying words someone else wrote.

"So it will happen?"

"As much as anything said by Destiny's Slave will. There's a seed for fear in that, too. You will resent your wish and your fate, but it still will happen, even if you don't want it to happen anymore."

Right. Blade looks away, because he doesn't usually decipher the grand scheme of things. He was promised a death and a settling of the score, and he is content with that, content in the way a sword is content to rest in its sheath. Kafka reaches across the table to touch his forehead as if to impart a wisdom.

She'd point a gun to his head and he'd be just as apathetic.

"Listen. I am telling you this for your sake, after all."

There's no command behind the word, and Blade regrets this, because thinking he dislikes most of all.

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Fear is a foreign concept, but the more you reach out to him with your care, the more he starts to grasp it. He knows of your strength, he knows of your capabilities, he sees you constantly fixing time itself, reaching into the molten metal with hands exposed and heart bare, to stitch all together before the past pours into the present and the future into the past and a sea of fake stars replaces the cosmos you traverse (you told him once of a world inside an egg one time, where the sky is fake and the up is down and why does he remember these trivial things again).

But he also knows of his own strength, and how all that he touches goes awry, and that is scary — to see you reach out when he knows full well how your care might destroy you, how he might destroy you.

"You shouldn't be picking up the shards. They'd cut you," he says one time after another crack is restored and the anomaly of the Fragmentum shifts into a stable state. His sword drags on the ground, leaving a distinctly red trace. You know he isn't speaking about the timeline.

"Those are big words coming from someone carrying a sword made of shards," you smile like you always do and it hurts. Because it hurts to be cared for and treated like a person and where were you those centuries ago when dying still felt memorable and there was something besides the anger?

He wishes he fell into a timeline anomaly back then because that would mean even for a moment, being caught by you, and that is a scary thought.

"Blade?" he's zoning out. Bad. He is supposed to keep himself in check, because most people are capable of dying and he is a remarkably well-working death machine.

"I will say this more clearly: if you keep reaching out to me, you will die."

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You don't stop because... actually why. Blade still doesn't get it. Blade doesn't speak up anymore, a sword in its sheath, but he thinks sometimes. Thinking is still a horrible pastime activity. But he does wonder about what it would have felt like to have met you earlier, when there was some feeling left in him.

He wonders if you bandaging a wound of his would make him feel safe. He wonders if the snacks you buy on the planets you visit would make him feel sated. He wonders if after a long day, sleeping next to each other would make him feel truly content.

Dangerous thoughts, yet strangely warm, like candlelight.

You plop on the bed of a dingy hotel room you two are staying at. Blade cares little about the quality of the establishment, but he does care about security, and keeping on the down low is of the essence. He stores his sword next to his side of the bed, to draw if a fight occurs.

He doesn't sleep anyway, simply lies in a dreamless haze, so nothing would catch him off-guard.

"Room's tiny. Bed's hard as a rock, too," you make small talk, untying the laces of your boots.

"Mhm," Blade hums. He thinks that there were free rooms in the hotel. With two beds in each, no less. He doesn't bring this up because it's safer to stay close together and that's the only reason.

"And it's cold."

"Mhm," he hums again. He doesn't feel much in terms of warmth or coldness.

You lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he checks for emergency exit pathways and makes notes of useful items.

"Sometimes I wish there were no anomalies or Stellarons out there. Then we wouldn't have large bounties on our heads and we'd be able to afford all the good hotels."

"We wouldn't have met then. And this room is sufficient."

Blade says sufficient, but for the last while, he found sufficient lacking. He wanted good things, despite being undeserving, and it hurt, too, because he knew all too well what happened to the good things in his life.

He lies down next to you, six inches, seven hundred years and a universe apart.

"Would we? I'd still have found you, I feel like."

It feels weird to hear this. He remembers how you once got hurt because you tried to block a hit meant for him. It was a long time ago, before that could hurt. It wasn't anything serious, but now, guilt eats at him each time he notices the faint scar on your shoulder. He drifts his gaze left, and there it is, a reminder.

And he also sees that you're cold.

What comes next is a whim and Blade never acts on whims. But he turns on the bed and drags you into an embrace.

"You wouldn't have liked what you've found."

Because then he'd be a mara-struck abomination, immortal mess of ginkgo leaves and dripping bile and the same names roared so much that no one would hear what he says. He still is like that, just somewhat grounded.

"You always decide for me. But isn't it up to me to weigh my choices, Blade?"

No, he wants to say, it's not. He's been mortal and stupid before, and that was his mistake. For that, he must pay a price. He doesn't want you to be hurt that way because you, unlike him, don't deserve this.

But he says none of it, as you raise your hand and touch his cheek and it's warm and it hurts—

His voice breaks, in both anger and fear, "I don't want you fixing me. I know you want to pick up the shards and glue them together. But you will regret that wish."

He isn't Yingxing and he won't be Yingxing ever again. What was him died on the Xianzhou Luofu, and it died again and again and again until what was left couldn't recall the deaths any longer. Then, a mess of shards, an empty husk, he was Blade, and he couldn't ever go back.

You smile gently at him.

"I know. If you ever decide to piece the shards together, it should be your choice and not mine, and I have no deal interfering with that. But still, I want to see all of you, Blade. Broken or not."

It's scary because admitting that he wants you to see him too would mean accepting that it won't change a thing. The script is merciless and uncaring. Even if he allows himself to love you, he is already destined to die as part of the performance. It's scary because it changes everything. It's scary because it changes nothing.

He shifts on the bed, so that you're face to face.

"May I kiss you?"

You close the distance first, as you always do, and he, for the first time in seven hundred years, feels seen.

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 17: Nudes

Lee Russell x GN! Reader

Summary: Riling up Lee while he's out of town.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Smut, Nudes (Sending & Receiving), Texting, Mention of a Public Bathroom

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Phone heavy in your hand, looking at the scandalous photo of you waiting to be sent, hovering over the send button, thinking of the many ways Lee would react.

Knowing he's out of town at a district meeting with Gamby, no doubt he would find it hard to get away from him and into a bathroom to drool over your photo. The thought made you laugh—Lee rushing to the bathroom while fighting off Gamby.

Finally pressing the send button, watching as it reads 'Delivered' leaving you only to sit and wait for Lee to take a look. Thankfully, it wasn't long before 'Delivered' turned into 'Read', stretching your lips into a huge smile.

Mind racing with thousands of ideas on what he was doing on the other end, wondering how quickly he would get a hard-on. Would it be from your name popping up on the screen or the picture itself, or even both? The sound of your phone going off pulled you from the river of thoughts, seeing as he typed only one word.

'Fuck'

Swearing, you could hear his voice while reading it. Body reacting to the suspense of his next words, waiting for them to pop up on the screen.

'You're so lucky this meeting is almost done,' he shot by quickly. Sparking the idea of taking more pictures to see how long it would be before he sent one of his own or even call you. Snapping another, showing more of yourself before quickly sending it off, watching as it's read quickly as if he was waiting for another.

'Shit baby, hold on,' he sends, almost feeling the desperation coming through with the text. Knowing Lee, he ran out of that meeting not caring for Gamby's protest, not with his hard cock leading the charge.

Phone buzzing once again sees the picture of Lee's cock hard held in his hand, then a video pops up. Pressing play, immediately hearing his moans bursting through the phone's speakers, calling out your name stroking his cock, no doubt imagining your hand instead of his.

Setting your goal for the next hour, making him think through pictures and videos of you moaning out his name for Lee to imagine his cock was enjoying the insides of your walls instead of his hand in a public bathroom.

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[kobayashisoul]

》 A difficult Path 《

Gaara and Raziela faced the most heavy Crisis in their Life together, their Relationship, their Marriage.

She was in Therapy now and got finally professional help after her Trauma, but this Situation was also very hard for Gaara, not only her. But he couldn't tell her fully how he felt, she needed his Support now more than ever before. Needed his strong Personality.

This Situation was also not easy for him. Seeing his Wife suffer like that broke his Heart every Day. She didn't even look at herself in a Mirror anymore, she couldn't. She definitely suffered a lot, maybe like never before.

But yes, that Situation was also heavy for Gaara.

He supported her as best as he could, but the Thing that was heavy the most on his Shoulders was that he gave himself the Fault for this whole Situation.

In his Opinion, if he had been stronger that Day in the Hideout, nothing of all this would have happened. He would soon be the Father of a Newborn. His Wife wouldn't suffer and wouldn't have to see a Therapist. They would be happy.

But Gaara was also in deep Grief of his unborn Child. Same as Raziela, he wanted this Child so bad and they tried it for such a long time. It would have been a happy Period of their Life, one of the happiest.

And what was left now?

They both suffered and his Wife was mentally at her lowest Point. They wouldn't have a Baby again, probably never.

She was in Therapy now for a few Weeks and slowly she was able to allow at least Hugs from Gaara again.

But that lack of physical Touch was also heavy of his Shoulders. He was no one who needed intimacy to survive, but Hugs, kisses and Touch in General was for him always very important.

Yeah, it also wasn't easy for Gaara. The Situation for both was hard and there would be a difficult Path of Healing ahead.

He was sure they would get through it. But now he needed to be strong for both of them.

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Sabaku No Gaara (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Naruto & Boruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto

I hope you enjoy. ;v; ♥

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[pixaho]

Hi there! How are you doing? May I please have some HCs with the Amamiya Brothers (all of them) having their S/O send them some sexy texts while they're on a job?

Naughty Texts While They're On A Job | Amamiya Brothers

Pairing | Amamiya Brothers x Reader

A/N | So I may have died just a wee bit but I've been going through a rough time (will not go into detail because its so fucking stupid) but enjoy this! I am doing good, and I hope you are too. (also sorry for this being short, I did not have any ideas and I've been working on too many projects..)

Warnings | Veeery suggestive texts

M.list H&L List

Takeru Amamiya

Takeru had been on a mission to save his younger brothers when his phone sent him a notification while he was laying in a motel bed. Curious, he picks it up and checks it to see a few messages from you. First they start off really innocent then turn devious.

Y/N - Heyy, it's been 2 days.

He smiles at the messages.

Y/N - I'm lonely, and thinking of you, so we could try that thing I saw yesterday?

T - What do you mean "thing i saw yesterday"?

Y/N - Uhm, the masturbation over the phone thing.

Takeru stops responding, slightly confused but intrigued.

T - Perhaps we can do that tonight, but I am a bit tired.

Instantly his phone gets a call from you. He picks it up.

Masaki Amamiya

Masaki and you had been calling throughout the whole week, falling asleep on calls and even messaging each other when he had time. But for a hot minute, you were both messaging each other things you usually don't. Him calling you nicknames you only ever heard in the bedroom. You sending him pictures, explicit pictures.

One picture in specific caught his interest and he told you to wear it again, it was a black and blue lingerie set that made you glow. So you sent him multiple other pictures of you wearing it. Some of you under the sheets and some not-so-covered pictures.

In return, Masaki also sent some pictures. ifykyk.

Hiroto Amamiya

Hiroto is not one to really text or call, so it's rare that you get him to reply. It's really rare when he receives a naughty text and responds.

So, there you were, sitting at home in your bed after sending your significant other a few texts describing what you had been doing while he was gone on a mission only to see that they had been read and he was typing. Shortly after noticing, the typing stopped. You thought he had just looked at them and then ignored them until you were sent a picture of Hiroto shirtless and in front of a mirror.

His hair was wet from taking a shower, the mirror slightly foggy as the light was low. All his response read was; Can't wait to see you.

♥ Mutuals; @talusional @dillpick

[amorest-viesse]

[Flower Fine Festival] - Junior 3★ Card Story Translation

Ft. Dino, Faith, Asch, Oscar, Ren, Nova, Marion

day dream

[Yellow West Living Room]

Junior: Ugh, I still don’t feel 100% back yet after all that lying around…

Dino: We didn’t do anything for that entire time after all, but there’s no need to rush. I’m sure it’ll all come back eventually.

Junior: Ughh… I don’t get how Keith is so fast on his feet when he’s always slacking off…

Dino: Well, Keith is a pretty strategic guy. By conserving his energy, he can maximize his efforts using the least amount of work possible.

Junior: That’s insane…

Junior: Well, whatever. I’ll just start off with some jogging to get back into it.

Dino: That sounds like fun. I’ll join you.

Junior: Hey Shitty DJ, if you’re free, you should join us.

Faith: Thanks, but no thanks. We just got done with sparring.

Junior: Huuh, you’re tired already? That’s lame as hell.

Faith: Yep, you got me. I’m just no match for you, Ochibi-chan.

Faith: Although… not even you could beat the pollen despite all that energy. I mean, you couldn’t even get up by yourself to take a shower.

Junior: Shaddup! I totally could!!

Faith: Mhmm, whatever you say.

Dino: I had an awfully hard time doing anything. It took everything I had to get to the venue when I tried to help out.

Junior: I tried to go too, but I just couldn’t do it.

Dino: Really? I thought you were resting in your room the whole time.

Junior: It sucks having to sit around and do nothing, so I wanted to help out where I could.

Junior: But whenever I’d try to go out, I’d somehow wake up in my bed again.

Dino: It must have taken all your strength just to leave.

Junior: I guess…

Faith: Now that you mention it, sometimes I’d come back to find you sleeping in your uniform.

Junior: I also had a couple of weird dreams around that time.

Dino: What do you mean by that?

Junior: Well there was one where I was saved by a lion that wouldn't shut up and just complained the whole time...

Dino: Ahaha, sounds like a picture book.

Junior: He wasn’t cute at all though. It felt kind of real actually the way he was roaring at me...

♡♥♡

[Helios Common Area]

Asch: Does this look like a bed to you!? Get up!

Junior: Hhhn…? A lion…?

Asch: What did you say to me!? You’ve got guts to be talkin’ back in your sleep!

Junior: Shut up… Just leave me alone…

Asch: To hell with that! You better get your ass in gear now!

Junior: …Zzz.

Asch: Hmph, did that substance do this to him? Pathetic.

Asch: Tch…

Oscar: Are you giving Junior a ride back to his room? That’s very kind of you, Asch.

Asch: Huh!? Oscar!?

Asch: Who said anything about me carrying him!? You take him!

Oscar: I can, but that’s what you were planning to do, wasn’t it?

Asch: Stop tryna chit-chat and just do it!

Junior: Hnn… I said shut up…

♡♥♡

[Yellow West Living Room]

Junior: And the dream ended with the bear following the lion’s orders and taking me out of the forest…

Dino: Wow, that’s just like a fairy-tale! ♪

Dino: Both the lion and the bear were pretty good guys, huh?

Faith: (...Is he talking about Asch and Oscar?)

Junior: The next day I tried again but somehow ended up back in my bed like before… That time I had a weird dream about getting lost in a dungeon.

Dino: A what?

Junior: A dungeon, like in some of the games I’ve seen Gray play.

Junior: Whoever was playing this one sucked at it though. We kept circling around the same place over and over again.

Faith: Going in circles, huh….

♡♥♡

[Helios Research Hallway]

Ren: …Doctor Nova? Huh…

Ren: Hey. That’s not a bed. Wake up.

Junior: Hnngh… Don’t wanna… Let me sleep…

Ren: …? Is this because of that substance Victor was talking about?

Ren: Fine then.

*[Lifts Junior up and walks off]*

♡♥♡

[Helios Corridor]

Ren: …I’m lost.

♡♥♡

[Yellow West Living Room]

Junior: We just kept going around and around for what seemed like forever until I finally woke up in my room.

Dino: That sounds like a nightmare to me. It must have been exhausting.

Faith: (Why do I get the feeling Ren was helping him out?)

Junior: I tried leaving my room three times and all three times I had weird dreams…

Dino: What happened the third time?

Junior: I can’t remember any details about that one, but for some reason I feel like I met God…

Dino: You saw God in your dream…? Was it like a message or…?

Junior: Umm, not exactly. I just remember being super happy when I woke up.

Faith: (Knowing Ochibi-chan, this “God” can only be…)

Faith: (Aha, better keep quiet. I won’t hear the end of it otherwise ♪)

♡♥♡

[Helios Corridor]

Nova: Marion, over he~re!

Marion: To think there’d be someone other than you passed out in the hall.

Nova: Ahaha, right? Junior has an excuse though unlike me; the pollen I told you about is affecting him.

Nova: Could I ask for your help, Marion? If I tried to take him back myself, these noodle arms and legs would give out in a second.

Marion: Understood. I’ll bring him back to his room.

Nova: Thanks Marion, you’re a lifesaver.

Junior: Hnngh… God…?

*[Marion lifts Junior on his back]*

Marion: Is he sleep-talking?

Nova: Haha, you look like a picture-perfect big brother right now.

Marion: Me? Well, I am the older one.

Junior: Hahh… This is heaven~...

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Blurb based on this request.

A/N: First, thanks 💗 anon for requesting this...can't say I had fun writing it, but it was interesting for sure. Secondly, this is about the morning of Chapter 9 of All I Need. Thank you for reading ♥

Warnings: ANGST. typos.

Word count: 1k

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Matty woke up groaning loud. The light coming from behind the curtains hurting his eyes. He rubbed them with too much force for a simple action. 

Y/n. Amelia.

His first thoughts circled around them immediately. The heavy feeling that he carried during those two weeks still there, inside his heart, trying to break him little by little. 

'What were they up to? Did they miss me?'

Amelia for sure, Matty still could hear her little cries calling for him. 

Did Y/n missed him? Because all he did every single minute of his day was missing her, missing having her inside his arms. 

Matty rolled to his side, trying to get out of the bed. His body was heavy, he was tired in every possible sense of the word. He wanted to go home, even though the sense of responsibility and compromise with the fans was stronger.

The reflection in the mirror looked back at him. The frontman let himself lean forward, almost touching the mirror with his forehead. He stared at his own face. 

Matty glanced around his pale skin, the bags under his eyes, avoiding his eyes. He couldn’t look there, not yet. 

His eyes danced around his sideburns and wrinkles around his eyes. Matty didn’t worry about being older, he'd lost interested on pitying himself for it a long time ago. Even when he fully knew that, he wished and hoped to slow it down. He wanted to grow older enough to witness his little daughter grow to the beautiful grown-up he knew Amelia was going to be. He wanted more kids with Y/n, as he told her. Seeing her belly grow with his baby again, feeling their kid kicking full of life, and then finally meeting them. Matty prayed to a God he didn’t believe to give him time.

When his eyes and its reflection encountered through the mirror, Matty’s eyes watered. 

A knock on his door startled him. Matty shook his face, getting rid of his thoughts crossing his mind for a minute. He went to open the door, only wearing his black boxers. Matty hid his almost naked form with it, finding Mark at the other side.

“Morning.” he greeted him.

“Hi, Mark.” 

“You weren’t answering your phone, we’re leaving in an hour, okay?” Matty fixed his sight on the floor, avoiding Mark’s scrutiny. 

“Sorry.” he mumbled. “Okay.” 

“You alright?” 

Matty was so exhausted to hear the question for the hundred time in only 24 hours. He knew they meant good, but it was driving him insane. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Matty reassured him. “‘m just tired and ready to go home.”

“Same, mate. Same.” Mark gifted him half a smile.

“‘kay, going to get ready.” Matty signalled with his hand pointing behind him.

Mark left without one more word. Matty thanked him in silence for it.

His phone. He forgot the thing on purpose, the urge to call home every single minute was strong. When you added the bad phone calls they had been on, Matty grew even more frustrated. Amelia made her best to communicate how against she was for Matty going away for so long. The little girl wanted to talk with him, but something inside her kept her crying and whining the whole time. It broke Y/n and Matty’s hearts. Amelia’s father didn’t want to inflict more suffering. 

Matty checked if Y/n texted him. Nothing. His stomach flopped. He tried to reason with himself about all the work Y/n had while taking care of Amelia to be texting him none stop.

The singer stared at the screen. Last message was his, a ‘good night. I love you’ after a picture of a very fast asleep Amelia inside her crib. Y/n replied with a heart and nothing more. 

He was sure she loved him, it couldn’t be another way. Matty felt it, he was sure. Even though the anxiety infecting his mind. What if she was talking with some boy already? Couldn’t be, but what if…

Matty locked his phone. 

He opened his suitcase laying on the floor closer to the bed. Never was the type of person to hang his clothes in the closet of the room. It was a waste of time when he only stayed in each for maximum two days. 

Matty rummaged inside the mass of clothes. Finding a simple t-shirt and a pair of light jeans. The idea of dressing like ‘trumanblack’ that day only wore him out. Taking the jeans out, the blue hoodie –Y/n liked to steal – stared back at him. Matty instantly grabbed it, lifting his eyes towards his phone at the other side of the room charging.

No sounds.

He sighed, putting the hoodie on. No matter how many times he had worn it, the thing smelled like home, like her. Matty tried to retain his tears. 

Ping!

Matty never ran faster in his life, feeling pathetic for it. George was hurrying him in the group chat. He sent him a selfie with a characteristic sign with only one finger up. 

Another notification appeared at the top of the screen. 

Y/n: Morning!

Y/n: Good luck today, we miss you 🥺😘

Matty stayed frozen in his place. He didn’t know how he was going to survive until the next day to see them. 

Matty: Hi, baby x

Matty: I miss you like crazy. 

He tapped his foot on the floor, staring at the ‘typing’.

Y/n: One more and you’re coming home, Matty.

Matty smiled. 

Matty: this is pure torture.

Y/n: you can do it!

Matty: not so sure 😶

Y/n: enjoy your time with the boys and the fans, okay? 

Matty: I’ll try. Gotta go, I love you x

Y/n: 😘💕

‘She loves me, she loves me’, Matty repeated for himself, leaving the device inside his pocket. He reached for his essentials items and walked towards the door.

He wished the day to end already, and to be back home with his girls. 

[iamthecomet]

What if i said on this fine Mountain Monday that i thought ol' Mounty might be secretly harbouring a thing for being embarassed and debased hidden behind his stoic visage? He LOVES the feeling of the heat in his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears and way down his chest when one of his packmates spends a while just breaking him into tiwgs pieces. Especially when everyones favourite kinky meanie Rain makes him hold his bladder until he can't, only to chide and chastise him for the results. Ffs the way i never even thought about piss for a second until i got into the ghost fandom. Now look at me now lmao.

It's the last Mountain Monday of Mountain March. And that calls for blushy, embarrassed, shame-filled, Mountain.

and also piss.

@miasmaghoul and @forlorn-crows this one's for you two. The pissboy club gets a little bigger every day. ♥

Mountain can't think. He's trying. He's trying to compute the words Rain is saying--the orders he's being given. But they aren't landing. He squeezes his eyes shut. He bends over his dresser, hands braced on the edge.

Sharp bright pain blows through his scalp. It's almost enough to counter the ache in his stomach. Rain pulls his head around, and forces Mountain to look at him.

"Are you listening?"

"Rain," Mountain whines his name, pathetic and broken, desperate. He feels heat flash over his cheeks. He'd look away if Rain would let him, but Rain's grip is firm. Mountain can't look away.

"You aren't."

"Rainy, I don't...I don't know." Mountain bows his head, strands of brown hair falling into his eyes. He sucks air in through his nose, breathes out through his mouth. He wills himself not to lose it right now. He tells himself he's gone longer. He's done better. He doesn't know if that's actually true.

"I'm trying."

Rain sneers at him. He drags a hand down Mountain's torso, slipping his hand up and under his t-shirt. He dips his fingers under the waistband of his jeans, behind his belt. He presses those fingers down and Mountain bows inward, his whole body caving in on itself. His breath catches in his lungs. He thinks his knees might buckle. The pressure is unbearable. A painful ache that he's starting to feel in his legs. His stomach flips. Mountain groans low, gut-punched.

Rain laughs, cruel, dark. "Full?"

Mountain would speak if he could find the words, he can't. His mind is locked on the searching press of Rain's fingers. He wants Rain to take his hand away--he wants him to push down harder. He nods when he realizes Rain wants him to answer. Rains' fingers loosen in his hair.

"I bet you can hold it a little longer, can't you?"

Mountain whines. Rain's fingers retreat, dragging softly up over his happy trail raising goosebumps in their wake.

Rain slips his fingers back down to Mountain's belt. He undoes the buckle. Mountain sighs in momentary relief before Rain cinches it, fastening it a notch tighter than before.

Mountain feels like he might cry. Another five minutes and he swears he's going to start tasting it. At this point he's starting to picture his entire body filled with piss. He wants to think about something else, anything else.

"Kneel for me, Sunflower," Rain orders.

He is focused, entirely, on not pissing himself until Rain tells him to, on holding it until he can't anymore. His face is hot, he can feel the blush spreading down his throat, up to the tips of his ears.

Mountain listens. He sinks to his knees without hesitation. The new position doesn't offer him much relief. He can at least clamp his cock between his thighs like this, that makes him feel a little more in control. The new position gives him something else to think about. Namely Rain's tented zipper right in front of his face.

"You can hold it until I'm finished."

It's not a question. Rain unzips his pants. He shoves them down just far enough for his cock to spring free. Already pink and leaking. Mountain's mouth waters as Rain strokes himself from root to tip, a spurt of pre dribbling over his knuckles.

"Give me your mouth," Rain orders. Mountain opens his mouth. He tries to stay still. It's hard. He wants to widen his legs, wants to lean back. Wants to do anything he can to take pressure off of his bladder. He stays still, digging his fingers into his knees.

"That's right. Let me feed it to you." Rain says, guiding his cock into Mountain's waiting mouth. Mountain closes his eyes. He focuses on the weight of Rain's cock on his tongue. On the steady stream of precum drooling onto his tongue, the heady sea-water taste of Rain.

Rain pushes in until Mountain chokes. Then Rain grabs the back of Mountain's head and pushes him down the rest of the way, nestling his nose against the soft skin at the base of his cock.

Rain groans. "Swallow."

Mountain does, and Rain moans low and loud, his fingers tightening in Mountain's hair. Rain holds him tight as he fucks into his mouth. Mountain focuses on it. On each rough thrust of Rain's cock into his throat. He keeps his eyes closed. He tries not to think about the ever growing need in his stomach. He drags his tongue along the underside of Rains' cock just to hear the noise he makes, but that's all he can manage.

His thighs shake under his hands.

"Spread your legs," Rain pants. Mountain does, dragging his knees apart. Without the pressure on his cock everything is so much worse. He shudders. He feels spread open, like one wrong breath will break him down.

The toe of Rain's boot digs into his stomach. He presses just enough that Mountain feels the urgency in his bones. Mountain's eyes snap open. He mewls around Rains' cock.

He pulls off, desperate, panicked. Breath coming in harsh pants. Eyes wide, and wild. It's too much. He can't take it. He can't breathe. He can't think. Rain digs his toe in a little harder and Mountain heaves out a sob. His head dips. His fingers clench and release on his thighs.

"I didn't tell you to stop." Rain almost sounds bored when he says it. Mountain wants to scream.

"Rain--oh fuck--Rain. I can't. You can't--"

"I can't?" Rain asks, incredulous. He shifts his grip on Mountain's hair to put his head where he wants it. He presses the head of his cock against Mountain's lips. He chuckles a little as he pushes a little harder and Mountain opens his mouth for him. "I can do whatever I want, remember? You said: whatever you want, Raincloud. Is it too much for you now? Can't handle it anymore?"

Rain shoves his cock in until Mountain gags on it. Tears spill down Mountain's pinked cheeks, but he shakes his head.

He can handle it. He will. He needs to.

Mountain feels drool drip passed his lips and down his chin, trailing down his throat as Rain starts to thrust again. The head of his cock bumps against the back of Mountain's throat roughly.

Rain grinds his toe down harder and Mountain's brain shorts out. His eyes roll up. He's not aware of the release, the sudden warm wetness seeping into his jeans, until it's too late. He can't stop it once it starts. It feels too good to finally let go. He shudders from the relief of it, sobbing around Rain's cock. As it soaks through his jeans and drips onto the floor.

"Pathetic," Rain snaps. "Couldn't even hold it until I came."

Mountain whines. He's really crying now, tears rolling down the column of his throat to soak into the collar of his shirt. He's beet red. He wants to bury his face, to hide, to curl up, but Rain keeps his hand on the back of his head and holds him in place as he chases his orgasm with Moutain's mouth.

Rain cums hard, with a pained groan. He shoves himself as far into Mountain's mouth as he can, smashing Mountain's nose against his pubic bone and holding him there as he spills down Mountain's throat.

When Rain pulls away Mountain folds in on himself with a harsh sob. Rain steps between his spread knees, heedless of the mess. He puts his fingers under Mountain's chin, tipping his head up with much gentler fingers than before.

"Hey," Rain says softly. He thumbs tears away from Mountain's overheated cheeks. "You ok? You did so good."

Mountain hiccups on a sob, but nods. His eyes are glazed over, he sighs, it sounds happy, blissed out. Rain smooths his hand over Mountain's hair.

"Good." Rain reaches for one of Mountain's hands, still balled into fists. "Come on then. Let's get you cleaned up."

[hooked-on-elvis]

"Really, believe me, I'm Elvis Presley"

Can you imagine a time when Elvis was not famous just yet and people kinda ignored him?

Of course we know he wasn't famous his whole life but it's so impressive knowing about a time when people saw him face to face and couldn't care less. I invite you on reading about a few of these moments. There's my personal written in here and also - properly credited - info and text from the website Elvis Australia and Mr. Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on moments shared side by side to Elvis in 1956. Here we go!

"Those are words the King probably never had to use again. But on this train ride to Memphis from New York, the two young woman didn't believe who he was. So Elvis pointed to Alfred Wertheimer, and asked the girls why he'd have a photographer taking his picture on a train if he wasn't Elvis Presley. Good point! The girls then seemed to believe him, but still turned down an invitation to his concert at Memphis' Russwood Station July 4th 1956. This photo is either july 3 or July 4, 1956."

Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html | Recollections by photographer Alfred Wertheimer.

July 4th, 1956 - Elvis during a stop at Sheffield Alabama. Elvis ordered chicken and snack cakes - Photo by Alfred Wertheimer.

What a shot! Elvis is looking at the camera, everyone else is looking at the food. No one is paying any attention to Elvis! Guess the folks didn't know they were buying chicken a la king. Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html

July 4, 1956 - Elvis at Chattanooga train station. This is (most certainly) the moment we talk about below.

Another example Mr. Wertheimer mentioned on being around Elvis and how he was still not quite famous yet by mid 1956, which may bothered him someway - or at least kept him anxious, hopeful and working hard to achieve his goals, is this:

Q: What was your relationship with Elvis like? Alfred: I used him and he used me in a symbiotic way. You see, he was almost at the point where he was being recognized as a national star, but not quite. I'll give you an example. Once, in a railroad station in Chattanooga, Tennessee, we were waiting to change trains. Elvis went over to a magazine rack and picked up a movie magazine. He found a photo of himself inside and says to me 'Al, can I have a pen?' I gave him one and he scribbled his name inside the magazine. Then he goes over to the two girls working at the magazine rack. He had the spread open to his picture, showing it to them. He's also looking back at me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin. Their reaction was 'That'll be 35 cents sir'. (laughing) Elvis said to them 'No, this is for you. I'm Elvis Presley'. Finally the girls agree that it is. In the meantime, I'm capturing pictures of all of this, which is really what Elvis wanted. He knew one day that he would be very famous, and he wanted to capture on film these kinds of moments.

Source: https://www.elvis.com.au/presley/interview-with-photographer-alfred-wertheimer.shtml | Published: August 12, 2023 | Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on Elvis. Note: I recommend you read the full interview.

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Anyway… That was only normal, given the circumstances but still impressive! Soon, not long after that, Elvis Aaron Presley, the Tupelo country boy, the former truck driver, was "ELVIS PRESLEY, the King of Rock and Roll", and he had all the attention he always hoped for. And it never ceased. Not even death could do anything to stop him from being adored. If he only knew... ♥

1. April 19, 1960 - Elvis greets fans from train door at T&P station in Fort Worth on layover en route to film 'GI Blues' in Hollywood. 2. Backstage in Toronto, ON on April 2, 1957 - Elvis canadian fans

1972.

1956.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

✉️, R, Shiki, Kantaro and Rantaro °×°

Writer's corner: Sure! I texted them and they told me that they just want Shiki and Kantaro, so.. sure thing! Let me know if there’s anything you want me to change or fix and I’ll do it! Also, I’ll do it for a GN!reader, text me if you want me to change the pronouns! ♥Enjoy and have a fantastic summer~!

mc’s pronouns: THEY/THEM (GN! Reader)

Warnings: none, just wholesome stuff.

☀️𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨☀️𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐜

✉️: if they went on vacation, what kind of postcard they would send mc (R)

☀️Shiki would feel so anxious of going on vacation in the first place. He would feel sad of leaving you. He would miss you a lot and would prefer to bring you with him and the other TCW. That's why you would see him clingier, especially the last days before his journey. He would shyly ask you to spend more time together until he would go away on vacation with his teammates: “I’ll miss you, y/n.. I’ll send you a postcard soon.. o-okay..?”

☀️After some days without seeing Shiki around, you would receive a postcard. Your eyes would sparkle in happiness and you would feel your heart getting warmer, your hands holding the postcard but shaking in emotions since you would miss him a lot. What kind of postcard would he send you? Oh well, surely something portraying a cute city-view or a beautiful sunset! Maybe even something about sweets or, who knows? He could also sneak into the envelope a cute picture of him blushing and a funny one with Ryu suddenly joining the pic and getting Shiki surprised! You would see his eyes sparkling in the picture; his eyes would sparkle probably at the thought of you looking at the photo, reading at his words behind the postcard:

“Y/n, hey..! How are you doing? I hope you are fine and that your job/your studies are going great.. you know, uhm.. everything is going fine for me! I’ve seen so many new places and I’ve had a lot of fun with the others! We tried new dishes I have never tasted before and even seen fireworks! Ryu keeps doing so many pranks even if we are on vacation; he even put a fake snake under my bed covers!! Hehe.. but, to be honest, even if I'm having a lot of fun so far, I miss you a lot, y/n.. I really can’t wait to see you again. Bye.. Shiki"

☀️Kantaro is always so cheerful and sunny, so you can imagine how he would react to know about his sudden tour and about the fact that he will be far from you for some weeks: he would literally spend the whole day before his journey hugging you. Each time you would tease him: “hey, you can stop hugging me”, but he would mutter from your chest: “no.. I don’t want to.” and actually tighten up his grip around you, while being completely snuggled against your chest. Of course you would even have to comfort him a lot, caressing his colourful hair and kissing his forehead. “Will you wait for me…?”, he suddenly would whisper while still hugging you the tightest he could. His eyes would lighten up only when you would pronounce a specific sentence: “I’ll wait for you, don’t worry, my sweetheart!”. A bright smile would spread all over his face and you would only see a nod before seeing VISTY’s car moving away.

☀️Since Kantaro is the social type, you can already imagine how he would act! Each minutes, each hour.. each day you would get a message, or a pic, or a postcard from him! He would call you or video call you or even send you some voice messages only to tell you stuff like: “I love youuu! I can’t wait to see you again!! Aah!! I want to hug you!! I miss you!!” and Aoi’s comforting and reassuring voice in the background chuckling. You would smile like crazy each time you would hear his cheerful voice and, of course, he would send 5-minutes-long voice messages to tell you about his day! So.. be prepared! It wouldn’t look like he has gone away at all, because he would be always there sending you tons of notifications! About the kind of postcards or photos he would send you, they would look all cute and full of colours! You would receive postcards with pictures about the cutest shops of the city, or particulars like cakes or sweets too! In pictures you could see Kantaro holding his phone to take a selfie and Visty in the background doing random things (like Toma buying cosmetics, Aoi smiling and Shogo eating gummy bears). You would probably feel a warm feeling inside, only seeing their expressions and, especially, Kantaro’s eyes looking directly at you through the photo. Each day you would receive postcards and small gifts in envelopes from Kantaro! Like a cute and small hand-made necklace- he would probably buy for you- with a small letter:

“hey, y/n! I’ve seen this and thought about you! I kinda feel like it could highlight those cute eyes of yours! So I bought it for you! I miss you so much, honey!!.. can’t wait to hug you again!! Imma buy a lot of more gifts and gadgets to give you once back home!! Forever your small other-half, Kantaro~♥”.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

Fluffbruary with turtely

Day 7

[day 6] [day 8]

prompts: routine | colorful | energy and

picture prompt: by @fluffbruary <3

fandom: BBC Sherlock

A/N: first i struggled with finding anything to write to these prompts and suddenly i had an idea where i could use all of them??? wth?? i don't get my brain. also: I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!!

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John was in detention. He was the only one there and his teacher had left the room twelve minutes ago and still hasn't come back. Maybe she had left the school building already. Who knows.

Now John was sitting there, long done with his stupid assignment, letting his lazy gaze drift out of the window. The rain was absolutely pouring and John made a face when he thought about biking home in this weather.

Just this moment his teacher came back. "Done with your assignment, Mr. Watson?"

"Yes. Can I go home now?"

"No, you know you can't."

"Yeah, but don't you wanna go home as well, Mrs.?"

"Well, I suppose I couldn't help it, if you went to an extremely long bathroom break..."

John Watson was already on his way out before she had even finished her sentence. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Hudson! See you Thursday!"

John jumped outside and headed to his bike behind the rugby field. He kept his head low, so his hood would protect his face but suddenly he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and... couldn't believe his eyes.

There was a boy... dancing?! On the rugby field?! WITH AN UMBRELLA IN HIS HAND???John was about to open his mouth and yell at the boy if he had gone insane, when the boy jumped, making a split in the air.

Amazed John shook his head, with his mouth slightly open. The boy turned, his limbs in perfect posture - apparently he had internalized the whole dance routine. There was a certain strength and elegance in his energy flow, only ballet dancers could pull off. It was then that John realized the umbrella wasn't at all for protection from the weather - rather it was a tool to support his dance... it swung through the air, pointed at the sky, grazed the earth one- two- three times. With its bright rainbow design it brought a colorful spot into the dull rainy weather, which had painted everything gray.

John continued watching the boy dancing until the dancer was finished. He realized he had been staring, when the dancer lifted his head and caught his eyes.

Raising an eyebrow, swinging the umbrella one more time, so it landed gracefully on his shoulder the boy made his way towards John. Said boy still gazed at him, unable to pull his eyes off. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "That...", he searched for the right word "... was amazing." Simple but true.

The dancer looked carefully surprised. "You think so?"

"Yes, of course it was. It was... extraordinary, quite extraordinary."

"That's not what people normally say when they see a male ballet dancer."

"What do people normally say?"

The dancer looked away, "Piss off." His voice was steady but John thought he heard a hurt undertone. "I'm sorry- Who are you?", the dancer asked

"Oh! Uhm... John. I am John Watson.", John held his hand out. "And your name is...?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

John raised his eyebrows at that odd name. "Well, would you like to walk together for a while, Sherlock?"

Sherlock considered for a second... shrugged and offered his umbrella to John.

"Let's." he simply said. And so they did, sharing one rainbow colored umbrella like they didn't know it any other way.

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funfact: before i went to bed last night i was like "i have to look at the prompts for tomorrow!!! maybe i have some cool dream i could use!!!" weeelll... guess who half dreamt of an ballet dancing sherlock in the rain xD

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[yutopia-eleftheria]

Shehroz Peony Rose & Ewan Draggoun Headcanons

I decided to do some sketches, and at the same time headcanons for them, since it was Shehroz's birthday on September 26th in my AU. Also Ewan is my cousin and it is his Pokémon Sword OC (and his birthday is on September 25th), and when the game came out, we created some scenarios with his OC and the chairman.7 (and we had so much fun doing it !)♥

Almost 5 years after the game's release, I finally decided to draw some of the moments and talk about the story we created, in the form of headcanons.

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Some sketches :

From painful and sad to funny sketches ! (Yeah we had all kinds of stories and emotions in this)

Sketch 1 :

When Ethernatos (Eternatus) broke out from his shell, it actually created some sort of slight explosions of its "needles", and Shehroz was actually hit by 3 of them, but he didn't notice as it doesn't hurt instantly.

He turned himself in after the whole incident, and he got to jail literally for a day, as he was charged for doing works for Galar, just like Liv Oleana.

3 days after the incident, when he was heading back to Rose Tower alongside the young man to see about the infamous battle tower led by Tarak Landon (Leon), Shehroz felt dizzy and suddenly collapsed.

That's where they noticed the poisonous needles on his body. They had to act quickly otherwise that would led him to his demise.

Ewan managed to take them all out with the help of Tarak and Sonya, but it was more and more painful as each was taken away. Which is why he was bleeding a little from his mouth and nose.

Sketch 2 :

He stayed unconscious for a few days and was constantly checked by everyone. Ewan eventually told Liv about what happened (and Shehroz was like : "Why did you tell her ?..." when he was awake.)

Oh ! And also : he doesn't remember anything about what happened as a side effect.

Even though his "coma state" only lasted a few days, he was still too weak to do anything, so he had to stay in bed for around 2 more weeks before fully healing.

Such a thing happening all of a sudden made Ewan realized that he needs to live his life to its fullest, because you never know when you could possibly leave this World...

Shehroz is so thankful to Ewan that he is like giving him everything he can, and helps him out with everything.

Sketch 3 :

Their relationship is getting better and better as time goes by. And Ewan is actually protective over Shehroz as well.

Ewan became a member of Macro Cosmos. He is considered the third biggest figure of the brand.

Sometimes it's Ewan that accompanies Shehroz around, so someone could stay at the tower to work. He and Liv exchanged their places from time to time.

Ewan is not afraid to be rude if someone insults Shehroz (as you can see above).

Sketch 4 :

As much as Ewan cares about Shehroz and is usually gentle to him, he also LOVES to tease him.

He likes to tell jokes to him, teasing, as well as trying to scare him from behind.

Yeah he is dressed all classy and all (he followed Shehroz's dress code I guess), but he is a prankster to his boss.

Sketch 5 :

Ewan knows very well that Shehroz and Liv love each other.

He fully supports them and even wants them to confess already ! (as they already lost enough time and moments together in his opinion).

His mission ends up being a success as they will become official.

Ewan actually has a huge crush on Sonya, but is too afraid to confess.

Shehroz tries his best to convince Ewan to just go ahead as she is very close to Tarak.

Unfortunately for him, Ewan took too much time and lost her, as she is now officially with Tarak.

He is still very happy for his boss nonetheless, but still very bitter that Sonya is with Tarak.

He tries to comfort himself by looking at pictures of her (see above), but Shehroz doesn't think that it's a good idea to cope.

Eternal Rose :

At some point, Ethernatos' power suddenly triggered out of nowhere and Shehroz lost control and became agressive. The first sign was his eyes turning bright pink.

Ewan had to fight for his life that time. Quickly realizing that, he took out his coat and fought back.

Shehroz managed to take him down and was about to finish him off (as seen above), but Liv had to act otherwise Ewan would have been dead, and Liv didn't wanted Shehroz to have blood on his hands on top of that (although he would not remember it).

This act allows Ewan to subdue Shehroz and calm down Ethernatos's fury until the transformation was off.

Thanks to that, Shehroz will not transform randomly for no reason, however, when he is VERY angry, it's gonna take over.

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BONUS !

Old Sketches I did before having my tablet (2020) :

Back when I was still able to use pens and markers well ...

Sketch 1 :

As mentioned before, Ewan LOVES to tease his boss. When he asks if he was over 40, he answered no (he's 37 in my Headcanon).

Despite this fact being true, Ewan calls him an "old 40 years old man".

Shehroz doesn't like that at all, and he keeps telling him how he would then call older people like Kabu, Sally Opal or Mustar.

Sketch 2 :

If Shehroz is angry, Ethernatos will start to appear slowly, starting with the eyes.

He will also grow sharp teeth as well.

After what happened the first time, Ewan is very cautious.

If he sees Shehroz starting to turn, he will calm down because otherwise, this could end badly for the young man.

If Ewan tease Shehroz, Shehroz will tease him back.

The best example was Sonya, and boy does he love seeing him angry.

He founds it funny (unlike Liv who is terrifying).

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So yeah ; those 2 can be REALLY silly and we had a lot of fun creating these stories back then. Love you cousin ♥ (How are you 16 already ?!...)