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[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Thigh Riding (✨)

Summary: You ride Matt's thigh. That's it. That's the plot.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), thigh riding, dirty talk, use of "good girl", PWP

Word Count: 817

A/n: Today, you are getting a Drabble. I finally managed to write something a little shorter, but I did it mostly to challenge myself. I don't write Drabbles often, so this was fun to do, especially with that prompt. If you were hoping for something longer, I apologize, but thigh riding is one of the juiciest prompts for our Deranged Catholic Lawyer ever and I might use it again in the future.

[Smut right under the cut!]

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The air is thick with sweat and despair. Every breath you take gets caught in your throat and turns into a wanton moan. It’s loud enough to bounce off the walls and spiral back to you. 

You most certainly lost your mind a long time ago. 

Matt has been so busy lately, never leaving a hopeless stone unturned until he has done everything he can to help those who can’t help themselves. It’s one of many things you love so much about it. You are so in love it sometimes makes you want to bash your head through drywall. And tonight, he has taken the night off from the streets of Hell’s Kitchen to take care of his girl. Because you need him, and he can’t say no when you need him. When he can smell the arousal soaking through your panties the moment he sets foot in the door. 

The dinner you made was forgotten before you even had a chance to tell him what you made. Matt walked in, and the second his senses picked up on you in that tiny black dress, he pounced like a starving animal on the hunt. 

Your bare cunt drags over the fabric of his clothed thigh as his nails bury themselves in the flesh around your hips. With every brush of your clit against the taunt muscle, a million fires reignite in your belly. You are weak to the smoldering heat of an inferno waiting to happen and level you to the ground. 

“That’s it,” he grunts in your ear. “Just like that.”

There is nothing more ethereal to him than you when you are like this—mouth agape against his shoulder, biting the fabric of his dress shirt, and your heart beating through your chest into his. He can feel you in every crevice of his being, taste you on his tongue. When you’re this vulnerable for him, when you let your guard down to take the pleasure you deserve, you are the easiest to admire.

His words are far out of his control as they slip, injecting them right into your bloodstream like the most addictive drug on the market—and you are getting it all for free. 

Good girl. Take what you need. Gonna make yourself come, hm? 

Your eyes roll back into your head. 

Gonna wear those pants to work tomorrow so I can smell you. Imagine what it’d be like to bend you over and fuck you ‘till all of New York knows my name. That what you want? Yeah, you do. That’s my girl. 

To him, it sounds like gibberish, but with every syllable uttered, your heart starts beating faster. Your walls clench around nothing. Your lungs contract, and you cry his name into the void. That’s what he was looking for. 

Matt drags his nose from behind your ear, down your throat. Your pulse jumps under his touch. He revels in the way you react to him, always. Like you have never been touched before. 

“Mine,” he writes those words on your upper thigh as he says them, barely conscious yet precise with his fingertips. “You’re mine.”

The possessiveness he feels with you makes him crazy, but you are not so far behind him. He has long driven you into madness. You would use a hot iron and brand his name into your skin if it meant you could stay like this forever, with him. 

“Yours,” you choke out between pants. Yours, and only yours. Though you’re not strong enough to say much more, not when it feels this good to ride those thick thighs of his.

His hand comes to rest around your neck. Air is a luxury, but with him, you don’t need it. You like it when your head gets fuzzy, and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears as the noose of pleasure threatens to hang you. 

He’s flexing his thigh and squeezing your neck, and the crescendo is building; you can’t outrun it. Your cunt continues to grind against him, so selfish, so needy, and you know you would give him anything if he just asked. 

The light at the end of the tunnel is right there. Every drag feels like a punch to your gut, but a pleasurable one nonetheless. Not a second goes by when you’re not connected to him. And when you open your eyes and you see the look on Matt’s face, the way he’s taking you in, it’s more than enough to send you hurdling over the edge.

As always though, he is there to catch you as you fall. 

“Shh,” he runs his hand through your hair, “I’ve got you. Breathe.”

You breathe him in. Your legs may be shaking, and you have lost all sense of time, but you are with the man you love, and nothing could ever make you quite as happy as he does. 

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[bluetimeombre]

Cowboy like me! ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

Your band has a new single out and a certain actor stars in the music video. Sparks fly just as high as rumours.

[i get so bored in work so I get so inspired to just write a bunch of thing i wish I was doing instead of sitting around. I’m still thinking of how to end ‘call it what you want to’ but enjoy this for now. In this I’ve used the last dinner party as a reference cause hello?! Obsessed, but ur band is called 15screens- idk I made it up]

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10

liked by… yourusername, tomblyth, florencepugh & oliviarodrigo

15screens: ‘cowboy like me’ music video out now!!! Staring the cowboy himself Tom Blyth!!

895k likes 501k comments

user: FINALL6!!!!

user: omg it’s gonna be iconic

user: my favourite band and favourite actor?!

user: omg!! Omg!!! Ahhhhh!

user: the drought is over

user: they’re feeding us!!

user: NEW ALBUM WHEN

user: cowboy like me is such an underrated track of yours

user: tom is so hot as a cowboy I actually can’t

user: I can’t tell who I’d rather be in the music video, tomblyth or yourusername

tomblyth: thank you so much for having me! An honour

15screens: come back anytime

user: I’m shipping, I’m shipping

user: did everyone see yourusername and tomblyth in the music video!!!! So hot

user: best girl band in history

liked by… 15screens, tomblyth, emmalouisecorrin, tchalamet & rachelzegler

yourusername: cowboy like me!! Feast your eyes

tagged: tomblyth

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user: feasting my eyes i am

user: miss GURL

user: best music video ever

user: excUSE ME?! The part where your in a field just casually undressing ONTOP of the TOM BLYTH

user: you know what they say, save a horse…

user: nobody has ever looked so good in a cowboy hat 😍😍

user: tom blyth is a lucky man

user: the CHEMISTRY

user: ur so hot together

user: she never misses

user: the last pic

user: hotttt

tomblyth: 🤠

user: tom 😭😭😭

user: all I’m saying is they’d be the hottest couple out there

liked by… yourusername, 15screens, rachelzegler & hunterschafer

tomblyth: cowboy like me music video, out now. What a wonderful experience, thank you so much 15 screens for having me

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user: omg!!

user: what’s cookin good looking

user: the crossover we didn’t know we needed

user: he is so hot

user: suddenly I’m into cowboys

user: I’ll ride you like a horse

user: the last picture!! They’re so cute

user: they look so good together

user: I never thought, in this day and age I’d be shipping yourusername and tomblyth

user: so unbelievably hot

user: I need the song injected into my bloodstream

user: gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure

user: I’m barking rn

user: not to be horny on main but I’m horny

liked by… tomblyth, 15screens, zendaya & Jacobelordi

yourusername: let them eat cake, she said

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user: miss gurl?!????

user: TOM?!

user: I knew it!!

user: it’s been a month and I still haven’t recovered from cowboy like me music video

user: is this their announcement

user: save a horse, ride a cowboy

user: it’s happening!!!

user: I’m dead

user: THATS DEFINITELY TOM HE LIKED

user: confirm it so I can die happy

user: mother is mothering

user: she ate

user: so hot

user: a bisexual dilemma

liked by… 15screens, rachelzegler, joshuandresrivera & yourusername

tomblyth: soft launch?

tagged: yourusername

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user: WHAT!

user: I don’t think tom knows what soft launch is

user: this is the hardest of all launches!!!

user: I knew it!!

user: NOOO I WANT TO BE THERE

user: I’m in love

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user: that should be me! Holding your hand, that should be me making you laugh

user: tom- babe, that’s not what soft launch is

user: I didn’t know I needed this until now

user: and all to think it was because of that music video

liked by… yourusername, tomblyth, zendaya & oliviarodrigo

15screens: ‘The greatest’ out now, featuring blonde tom blyth (because yourusername begged him to go blonde and he’s whipped)

884k likes 651k comments

user: ONG again!

user: another one!

user: 15screens are officialy the biggest fans of tomblyth and yourusername

user: BLONDE IS BACK

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user: he’s so in love with her

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user: 15 screens is officially gonna be a Fanpage dedicated ti them

user: everyone say thank you yourusername

[mossyvil]

vil thoughts yay!!! i love this man so much it's not even funny ough... :') 🩷

get this; vil with an s/o that treats him like an actual princess. not in the way that belittles his queen, fairest of them all title, in fact it follows it perfectly,,, but i mean it in a soft way. like his s/o will look at him and go "I would go to the ends of the earth for you",,, vil knows how devoted his lover is, and he can't help but feel a new sense of praise,,,

and you know just reciprocating that feeling of safety and comfort that he brings,,, giving him warm hugs, spooning him while in bed with his head on your chest, kissing his face slowly and tenderly,,,, and always giving him genuine compliments far beyond what he usually gets from his status and the parasocial relationship with his fans,, just reverent, you know? idk im just so soft for him and i want him to have a soft relationship where he finds comfort in his lover :') 🩷 🩷

i want this injected into my bloodstream

giving vil the soft relationship he deserves!!!!!! he really enjoys praise from his partner because he knows it’s coming from a place of actual love for him, and not just the image he shows his fans. it feels like it’s actually for him, not the actor and model that the world sees. and you can tell he likes it, he gets this very content look on his face that can only be described as soft. all the tension in between his brows fades and everything that’s been weighing on him falls away when he hears your praises for him. he’s also a very big fan of being the little spoon, he loves the feeling of safety he gets in your arms and he feels so close to you with his head on your chest. gently play with his hair and he’s in heaven. a very devoted partner may seem like it would be something he wouldn’t like, considering he has millions of devoted fans throwing themselves at him all day, but it feels so comforting when it’s you. letting himself go to your love is a welcomed break to acting like the perfect celebrity everyone wants him to be. and that’s not to say he doesn’t reciprocate- he does, very well in fact, but he savors the moments where it’s just the two of you and he feels completely and utterly safe in your arms and he has nothing to worry about until the next morning

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 10: Chastity

Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Dark!Nun!Reader

Summary: What if you convinced Steve Rogers to never become thee Captain America and instead remain a virgin loser for your entertainment.

Warnings: 18+ smut, male chastity device, dom!reader, kissing, reader rides dildo, mutual orgasm, manipulation, some fluff and angst, body insecurities (steve)

You held his head against your bosom, stroking his hair. His arms are tight around your body yet respectful not to linger anywhere inappropriate, tears soaking through the material of your robe.

Steve hates being so vulnerable in front of anyone other than his best friend, Bucky. It’s already bad enough that’s ‘the little guy’ so everyone expects that of him. But somehow you were able to break down his walls. Maybe it’s because of the maternal nature you possess or that you hadn’t laughed at him when he’d told you that he has never been with a woman. Either way he’s found some comfort in you.

You tug on the hair at the back of his neck; bringing his tear-stained face back to your gentle, smiling one. He looks up at you with unshed tears that make his eyes spark from the dim spotlight within the confessional.

“Oh, Stevie,” You coo, stroking a thumb over his cheek. “You should know that there is always a place for you here in our church. And you don’t have to change anything about yourself in order to be happy. God made you in his image and he makes no mistakes.”

“Then, why? Why do I feel so wrong?” He sniffles, wanting to pull away from you despite the crammed booth having little space for either of you to part. Still, you press into him; his back against the wall. “M-maybe Project Rebirth is a sign from God. It could be good for me. I can finally be a hero.”

You take his delicate hands in yours, locking your fingers together and holding them in between your bodies. “You are wonderfully and fearfully made, Steven. That Project Rebirth you speak of is unnatural. A serum that makes people stronger? Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. Join our church. Stay with me.”

Your cinnamon breath tickles the surface of his lips as you part your arms slightly, leaning in closer, fingers still interlocked.

“But what about giving our country a fighting chance? What about duty? Saving lives?” He asks. “Doesn’t any of that matter?”

“Of course,” You say. “But that shouldn’t be for you to worry about. You can still save lives here. Maybe not in the conventional ways but it’ll be just as important.”

“And how about the way I look? I want to know what love is like. To have a woman I can call my own and marry her. I can’t have that if no woman has ever looked my way. I-I’ll never know the sweet bliss of…” Steve hopes to choose his words carefully, not wanting to offend a holy woman such as yourself. “Being intimate with a woman. My friend Bucky tells me all about it and I could only dream of it. He does a lot of things I can only dream of, in fact.“

“If strength and intimacy is what you seek, then I can show you a much more honorable and godly way of obtaining it without having to inject any questionable substances into your bloodstream.“

“What is it?” He asks, almost pleading, “I’ll do whatever it takes in order to find my purpose. I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will, Steven,” You lap your tongue across his lips receiving a gasp from him. His lips, now parted, allow you to dip your tongue into his mouth, licking his tongue and teeth before parting ways. “Your virginity is your best asset.”

“I don’t understand.” A single tear streams down his cheek, feeling as if he’s at his wits end.

“Steven, I’m going to show you just how strong you can be, just as you are now, by playing to your strengths,” You explain. “Chastity. It’s strength in resilience. If you practice it long enough, you won’t feel the need to desire such trivial things like glory and sex. Desire is of the flesh and that’s ungodly. But I have faith in you, Steven. I know you’ll resist the urge to be enveloped in the inner walls of a woman ever in your life.”

“Ever?” He pouts.

“Ever,” You echo, breathing against his neck. “But you can still feel really good.”

“W-where do we begin?” He asks softly, body involuntarily arching when your thick thighs straddle his skinny leg.

“We’ll begin your first lesson now,” Your hands slip beneath his shirt, lightly scratching his happy trail. “Let’s get you to my room.”

You exit the confessional and Steve mourns the loss of your warmth against him. With your hand outstretched you wait for him to take it. Once he does, you lead him around the convent. At the door to your room, you scan around the area to assure there isn’t anyone around before you’re pulling him inside by the collar.

“Have a seat.” You purr and he obeys.

You rummage through your drawer, retrieving a male chastity cage with a dildo attachment and holding it up for him to see.

“Is that meant for me?” He asks, cowering a little.

“Yes, sweet boy, you’ll wear it and then you’ll get to fuck me with it on. You won’t ever actually get to be inside me but it’ll still feel really good.” You drop down on your knees at the edge of your bed, tugging his pants and underwear down.

He’s semi-hard, blushing when your eyes land on his cock.

“It’s so pretty, Steven. I wish I could taste you.” You admit, receiving a quiet mewl from him.

You take him in your hands hurriedly lock his member into the device. It’s a snug fit for him, uncomfortable as his penis had no room to swell. You kiss his thighs before crawling over him onto the bed and your mouth meets his in messy kisses. He’s sloppy because he is inexperienced at kissing and you’re sloppy because you truly desire him and have no patience to slow down.

You break away with a lingering suck of his tongue before you start removing clothing. His heart beats rapidly as he watches you. It’s not long before your bare breasts are exposed to him and all you’re left in is your black lace panties and matching garter and stockings.

“You’re breathtaking.” Steve gasps, wanting to reach a hand to touch you but he wanted your permission first. Reading his mind, you take one of his hands and bring it to cup your breast.

“It’s okay. You can touch every part of me,” You bring his hand to your wet core and his breath hitches. “Even right here, long as you don’t stick your fingers inside. Can’t have any form of penetration from any part of your body whatsoever.”

He nods, hooded eyes fluttering shut when you kiss him again mid-nod. Your hands rip open his shirt, the buttons skittering across the room. He’s officially naked, a blush painting his face red once he realizes this. His insecurities get the best of him as he tries to hide himself discreetly, pulling you down against him so you don’t check out his body. You pin his hands above his head and smile down at him.

“See? You’re perfect, Steven.” You say so warmly that it makes him tear up with joy. While one of your hands keeps his hands pinned, the other pulls your panties to the side as you sink down onto the small dildo. You groan, staring into his eyes as you take it inch by inch.

You build momentum and a soft ‘plap, plap, plap’ noise fills the air with every thrust inside you. Steve’s cock throbs as he watches your face contort with pleasure. It’s a delicious and agonizing feeling to see you get off but to not feel the reward of being inside you or having any release.

You curl a hand around his neck, squeezing lightly and he gurgles a whimper; the pleasure is like lightning through his body yet when it reaches his cock it builds and builds to no satisfying relief.

“Fuck, Steven,” You whine against his lips. “Wish it was your cock inside me instead. I’d want you to cum in me over and over.”

He can’t breathe. It’s torture. It’s paradise. Sweat clings to his forehead with the exertion from the intensity of the situation. “Please…fuck it’s so much.”

You hold his face in your hands, wiggling your tongue against his, “You’re doing so good for me, Steven. Taking your first lesson so well.”

He softly grazes his fingertips up and down your back, hoping the feather-touch would not only heighten your pleasure but increase his own sensitivity.

“What if we just forget about chastity,” You pants, grinding your hips down hard. “What if instead I take the real thing? You’ll finally get to know how tight, wet and warm I’d feel around your gorgeous cock.”

He so badly wanted to say yes but if he’s meant to prove his strength then he must decline. This was clearly a test.

“As much as I want to, I want you to be proud of me. So, I’ll have to say no.” Steve whimpers.

“You’re such a good boy,” You moan, kissing him deeply while you bounce hard against him until you’re screaming out your release. “Oh, Stevie, I love you!”

His eyes roll into the back of his head at your admission as he orgasms hard. It’s a new kind of feeling, one that is so foreign to him that holds onto you for support. Cum pools out of the device, sticky and clinging between your legs and spilling all over his stomach.

When you’re done using him—walls no longer flexing around the silicone toy—you lay beside him curling up against his side with your head resting on his bony chest.

“That was incredible.” He sighs out.

“You’re incredible,” You trace a finger along his stomach. “See how much fun you can have when you don’t let your desires weigh you down. You’ll be so strong in no time.”

“You really think so.” He asks with a dopey smile, showing off his biceps.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.” You smile wickedly.

[mint-yooxgi]

Delectable - Yandere!Naga!Wooyoung

Yandere AU & Naga AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Wooyoung X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,453

Warnings: Implied kidnapping, drugging, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Short little drabble for you guys! Hope you enjoy! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Third of The Feral Drabbles

You should be more careful walking in the woods at night, you never know what creeps in the dark. Even I can sense the hungry eyes that follow your every move; you’re lucky I found you first. 

Then again, this has always been the plan.

Your skin is much softer than I could have ever imagined. The warmth that radiates from you is addictive, and I can’t wait to get you back to my nest- excuse me- our home. You’ll be much more comfortable there than on the cold, hard forest floor. Besides, I’ll be able to wrap myself around you better. 

For your protection, of course. No other reason…

It’s not like I’ve been dreaming of this moment for weeks or anything. The feeling of finally having you in my arms… well, there’s none like it.

My reptilian friends always tell me about you. They have to. I tell them to. Ever since the first time you walked through my territories, I couldn’t let you go. I knew in my heart of hearts I had to have you, and that we were made for each other. Though, I’m not quite sure how you’ll react to me. Hopefully positively.

I did save you, after all.

Everything went as planned. The animals listened to me, or well, at least the ones that count. They helped you lose your way in the foliage, leading you right into my trap. 

Or should I say right into my awaiting arms?

It had been a simple plan, really. I’m surprised how easily you fell for it, given how intelligent you are. It’s one of the reasons why I love you so much. Finally, there’s someone to match me at my every level.

Your tracks and path back through the woods had been covered, and then you were chased deeper through the bush by a ‘large animal’. 

Really, I didn’t mean to scare, nor deceive you, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

I couldn’t have you leaving me again. You’ll understand, right? Besides, I appeared just in time to save your life. Though, I don’t know how much of that you’ll remember. After all, some of my venom is flowing through your veins at this very moment. It’s why I have to carry you home right now, rather than leading you there on foot. I don’t need you gathering your bearings too quickly. You’re not meant to leave me now. Not after all of this hard work and effort I put in to making you mine.

I’ll admit, the bite had another meaning other than just injecting my venom into your bloodstream. It’s meant to warn others not to touch you. It’s my own claim on you, for now, until such a time when you allow me the honour of properly mating with you. It might be a little difficult at first, but I think we’ll manage just fine. Besides, I overheard you laughing with that stupid friend of yours the other day about it. I nearly broke my cover then and there when I heard you teasing him about certain reptilian anatomy.

You, of course, seemed very eager to share your knowledge. Him, on the other hand, kept stuttering and fumbling in his steps. I could sense the heat radiating off of him from your words, and I could just tell his thoughts weren’t very pure where you and he were concerned. 

So, you’ll understand when I say I had to get rid of him. Besides, only I should ever get to be that close to you. You’re mine.

Oh, I’m sorry My Darling, I guess I tightened my grip on you too much just now. I can’t help it, I just get so worked up whenever I think about you. Especially when I picture you in the arms of another.

There. You seem to quite enjoy my hand brushing over your head. 

Dare I be so bold as to caress the side of your face?

…I don’t care if it’s subconscious, I know what I just saw. What I just felt.

You leant into me. You wanted my touch. Perhaps you’ll soon crave mine as I’ve desperately been craving yours.

I should probably mention that my scales are quite sensitive, especially around my sides. Countless nights have been spent curled up in our bed, desperately fantasizing about how your delicate hands will feel all over me. My own touch can only go so far; only satisfy me so much.

Fuck, you smell so delectable right now. This is the closest we’ve ever been, and your scent is already starting to rub off on me. Which also means that, pleasantly, you will start smelling like me, too.

How it should be. How it is always meant to be.

Yep. I can already sense it in the air. The crisp aroma of you mingling so beautifully with me dances on my tongue. Though, that’s not the only thing I desperately crave to scent. To taste.

I’ve only ever caught the pleasant scent of your arousal once on all of your explorations into my territory, and I desperately wish I could say it was because of me. Alas, it was not. It has been due to that friend of yours that one day. You seemed to like him in the same ways he liked you, maybe even more. 

I couldn’t stand for that. He never deserved you. You’re too good for him. You belong with me, and I with you.

What only made it worse was the thought of him touching you.

Good thing he’ll no longer be a problem for us.

No, only I shall get to please you. Only I will be able to understand your captivating body like you’ve always deserved. I want to take my time exploring every bump and crevice. After all, every dip and curve is mean for me. Only I am meant to map out every inch of your body, using my hands, my lips, my tongue.

Once I’ve done that, then the true fun can begin. Then, I’ll finally be able to know every single little touch that drives you crazy, working you up in the best of ways before you’re gushing on my cocks, desperate for more.

Perhaps I’ll even use some more of my venom on you. I’ve been told I have quite a strong aphrodisiac, which only makes every touch that much more sensitive for you. 

Of course, this would all be with your consent. I’d never do anything you were uncomfortable with, or anything that might scare you away. I love you. Besides, I’m your saviour, remember?

Mmmh, just thinking about your fucked out expression as my cocks fill you to the brim is enough to get me going. I’ll have to spend some time preparing you for me, though. Not that I’ll mind at all, it just means more time spent between those plush thighs of yours, working that weeping cunt open to fit all of me in you.

Fuck, I can’t wait to feel myself dripping out of you, your tight walls milking me for everything I’ve got.

You’d like that, wouldn’t you? The feeling of my two cocks buried in that tight little pussy of yours, claiming you as mine in every primal way I know how? I bet you’d love me covering you in my scent, having my come dripping out of you for weeks and letting everyone know that you belong to me, and I to you.

I want to make you come so hard, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you nearly pass out from the pleasure of it all. I want to make you see stars as you scream my name, your nails digging into my back as you pull me closer. I want to feel your legs wrapping around my waist, drawing me into your warmth as if you might just float away if you let go. I want to kiss you breathless, letting you feel my love for you in every movement as I claim you as my own.

More than all of that, though, I want to make you as desperate for me as I am for you.

Oh, I hope my pleased hiss didn’t just cause you to stir. I can get so lost in my own fantasies sometimes…

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Luckily, it does not appear that you’ve been disturbed, but don’t worry, we’re almost home. I’ll wrap you up properly in our bed, and make sure not to leave you until you’re conscious again.

After all, that’s when our life together will truly start.

I’ll take care of you, don’t worry. 

You’re safe with me.

[stayingstromboli]

kissing in the rain ࣪𐙚✧₊⁺

I don’t wanna fight, you’re the one I like ୨୧

(This song has been stuck in my head all week, omg it’s so good. It heavily influenced this, I was screaming along with Lana while I wrote it. I need this song injected into my bloodstream.)

☆TW: angst, kissing, swearing (pls say if theres more)

☆In which matt gets jealous and fights with the reader and then they kiss and make up in the rain

꩜ ✧₊⁺ ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

“Matt!”

Despite your best efforts to seem strong, the tremble in your wavering voice was undeniable. Your pleas were barely above a whisper as you stood helplessly, tears streaming down your grief stricken face, watching your boyfriend angrily crash around the room collecting his things. Usually you’d run straight into his arms, but now you couldn’t. Rain hammered furiously down against the window, each drop cutting through the air like bullets. The howling wind shrieked, so loud it was somehow still able to be heard over your sobs for forgiveness.

“Don’t leave”, you managed to choke out between sobs while trailing after him down to the hallway, sprinting to the door to try and stop him from leaving.

The only response you got was a smouldering glare as he shoved past me to get his jacket from the back of the door. His footsteps were loud and aggressive, his breathing even more so as he silently simmered with pure rage His sweet ocean blue eyes were now a mix of fire and ice: filled with upmost fury yet also cold and closed. The look he was giving you bore deep into you, rooting you to the spot as you froze in fear. Not fear of what he might do to you- no matter how angry he was you knew Matt would never intentionally hurt you- but more so of what he wouldn’t do to you. Fear of the words he wouldn’t say. Things he wouldn’t do. Romantic things that only he would ever to do for you: movie nights when you’re feeling down, love notes left on the fridge, the feel of him embrace, the comfort of his words. Things that, despite his worry, nobody else will ever do for you. The thought of life without him was unbearable and utterly terrifying but one you had never even considered until now. However, from the look of his face, it seemed more and more likely.

He didn’t turn around once to grant me with a final glance as the door swung behind him with a crash. An ear splitting silence erupted as soon as he left, growing louder every passing second you were without him. It was deafening. Your misery was suffocating, fogging up your brain, taking over you, engulfing you in a heavy hopelessness. You were nothing without Matt. He made you whole. Why did he leave you? Did he not love you? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What would you do without him?

A sudden clap of thunder sounded through the air, like it was breaking you from a trance. Dragging you out from your state of complete paranoia as worries about Matt’s safety spiralled through your head. What if something happened to him? You would never forgive yourself for having let him go run out alone in a storm. Swallowing the sobs caught in your throat, you rush out into the dark turmoil outside, with no regard for your own wellbeing.

Your white t shirt was drenched as you ran down the road towards the figure you were guessing was Matt. The wind was roaring, the winter cold gnawing ravenously as your flesh. But you didn’t care.

“Stay.”

You called out to him as soon as he was within earshot. Your voice was no longer pleading but firm. Ordering rather than asking.

“Why? If you like that other guy so much why don’t you stay him?”

Matt’s words are bitter, dripping with hurt and jealousy, making your desire to pull him into your grasp even more dire.

“Because I love you, you idiot. You, and only you”

He turns around to look at you dead in the eyes before closing the distance between you two, bringing his lips to yours. The initial soft kiss is broken as Matt smiles in clear relief. He parts his lips, pausing for a second to catch his breath, as he let the sentence he’s been holding back for months escape: “I love you, baby”. He said the words with such earnest sincerity, causing your face to brighten with a smile.

His body pressed against yours, you on tiptoes to reach up to him, the rain dripping off him onto you. His arms tangled protectively over your shoulders in his warm embrace, shielding you from the winter cold. His eyes were swimming with adoration as he gazed down at your face. His soaking brown hair hung across his face, tickling your nose as Matt leaned in planting another kiss on you, only this time deeper. You kiss back with passion, not even trying to hide your desperation as you feel yourself melt into him.

When you finally break apart, the sight of Matt’s bright pink lipstick stained lips provoked a giggle to escape you. You lean up to his face, peppering his face with pecks, and looked back at your pink masterpiece in satisfaction.

“You’re the one I like.”

@dirtylittleheart333

[jadeleechsupportgroup]

Envenomate

azul's diet includes salad dressing and the blood of his enemies.

azul x reader

cw: mild blood, biting

also on ao3

gift for @boundlessentity 🐙🧡

1

“I learned some cool stuff in bio today.”

Azul glances up at you as he takes a bite of his salad. “Hm?” He has too many manners to talk with his mouth full.

You have a habit of eating much faster than him. Probably why you get the hiccups so often. But hey, food is meant to be enjoyed. “Yeah, like, all octopi have venom in their spit.”

He chuckles and dabs at his mouth with a napkin, then takes a sip of water. “‘Octopi’ is not a word.”

You scoff at him. “That’s your takeaway? First of all, language snobbery is classist. Second, I will die before I use ‘octopuses’ as a noun on purpose. I will accept ‘octopods’ as a compromise but it’s on thin ice.”

He merely smiles into his glass of wine. “What else did you learn?”

“Uhhhh.” You glance up at the ceiling like the air overhead holds the answers. “You don’t actually have tentacles, just arms?”

“Correct. I do, in fact, have arms.”

“Shut up. Also you could get eaten by a shark.”

“So could you.” He spears the last few leaves of arugula on his fork and swirls them through the lemon pepper vinaigrette. One of Vil’s recipes that probably cost him one of his eight (ten?) arms. “This does not sound like a terribly informative class.”

“Can we go back to the poisonous spit?”

“Venomous.”

“Whatever. Does your therapist tell you you deflect this much?” You take the last two pieces of bread and load them up with olive oil and salt.

“I am merely ensuring you do not commit false information to memory.” He repeats the napkin-and-water-sip ritual. “For something to be poisonous means that it causes damage by being ingested, inhaled, absorbed, things of that nature. Eating a puffer fish, for example.” His eyes take on a different cast as he gazes at you, though he rests his chin atop his hands with his elbows on the table, a tiny concession to the side of himself with fewer manners. “Venom, in contrast, is injected into the victim, as it must enter the bloodstream to work. Merely touching it poses no danger, assuming no other toxins with adverse effects are present, or the surface is not already compromised.”

You just sort of blink at him. “Is it, um…like…has it touched me?” One hand hovers over your mouth as your fight-or-flight response helps you vividly imagine what it would be like for your face to go numb with a deadly neurotoxin. He wouldn’t do that.

Though the hunger in his expression suggests otherwise. You really wish he would quit this diet nonsense.

“Perhaps.” Another laugh ripples out of him. The sound makes it feel like you’re underwater even though you’re in the dining room. “What would you do if I said yes?”

You have the abrupt, terrifying mental image of him climbing onto the table and crawling towards you, knocking all the plates to the floor, licking his lips and holding you captive with too many arms, watching you squirm until he bites you and you can’t move anymore.

Then his face lightens and he laughs cheerfully. “I am joking, my love. Besides…you would have noticed.” Another smile, another sip of wine and then water. Vil said it helps to cleanse the palate of any lingering acidity to preserve one's smile.

How reassuring. “This diet is messing with your head.” You aim your bread at him. “You need more protein.”

He has taken to running one finger around the rim of the wine glass, sending a whine through the air. “Perhaps you are right.”

You wish he would stop looking at you like you’re the protein.

Dating Azul Ashengrotto should have been frightening for reasons that mostly did not involve the man himself.

His line of work, somewhat. His clientele, certainly. But him? He had always treated you differently. Protective. Gentle. Sweet, even, though nobody would believe you for it. What he saw in you must have been special, because you had nothing to offer that would be of any measurable value in return. And not once has he roped you into a client’s contract or put you in danger.

The hell with it. You stand and go around to his side of the table to give him your favorite kind of hug, where you drape your arms over his shoulders from behind and bury your face in his luxuriant hair. He hums contentedly and lays one hand over the point where your arms cross, near what you are pretty sure is the space between his second and third hearts. His other hand finds your hair in return.

“You smell nice,” you mumble.

“You are much too kind.” He turns around in his chair enough to look at you, close enough to kiss but not actually doing it. His eyes drop to your mouth before moving back to meet your gaze. “And much, much too good for me.”

At least he does finally kiss you after all. And it doesn’t even taste like salad dressing.

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[autistic-robin]

more dynamics i need to see in st5 for my mental wellbeing

1. el and dustin. that’s it send post. they were genuinely so sweet in season 1 and i miss their mad scientist/test subject vibe immensely. i know el and lucas are going to be paired up this season because of their shared connection (polyamory) to max, but i would love to see more scenes between dustin and el— maybe some lighthearted bonding over their matching leg injuries or daddy issues.

2. mike and robin. i don’t think you understand i need this like i need air. will has already had his gay awakening he doesn’t need a queer life coach!! mike on the other hand is out here in the TRENCHES. this man is down critically horrendously morifyingly BAD for will but is convinced el needs him and that will could never reciprocate his feelings. he needs robin’s gay intuition and advice if anyone does.

3. steve and jonathan. HELLO??? FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELLO???? i know this is pretty much guaranteed to happen in st5 because full-circle character development and hammering in themes and blah blah blah but i’m still gonna talk about it because listen. steve got his shit rocked by jonathan one (1) time and immediately decided “fuck my idiot friends” developed a moral conscience and SHOWED UP AT HIS HOUSE to apologize. he wasn’t there for nancy he had no idea nancy was there!!! he bought jonathan a new camera!!! he was so respectful of nancy and jon even when nancy dumped his ass a season later!!! yet we never get closure between him and jonathan or even a conversation and i’m PISSED about it. matt and ross duffer rectify this or else.

4. hopper and jonathan and will. you see the vision. these kids have never had a stable father figure who truly understands them (i love bob but he was only there for st2 and was sweet but naive) and everything they’ve been through. jonathan DESPERATELY needs to be de-parentified and released from the emotional burden of constantly putting will and joyce before his own needs and dreams, and hopper desperately needs to feel like he can protect his family instead of “cursing” them. will needs a loving father figure who supports his queer identity, and hopper only had a fire lit under him in s1 when joyce mentioned it could have been a hate crime. this is like textbook recipe for healing and closure for these characters.

5. joyce and karen? i just think it would be neat. we know karen’s getting more involved this season and i think she should get to be a little gay for joyce as a treat. we had crumbs of their dynamic in s1 and on a more sincere note i honestly think joyce could help give karen the courage to leave ted or demand better from him moving forward.

6. nancy and mike. if they don’t have a genuine conversation i’ll actually be fuming raging pulling my hair out. i get it i get that they’re both emotionally repressed but GOD i wish we had more moments with them talking about their trauma or empathizing with each other’s survivor’s guilt and crippling savior complexes. all the “max and mike are the same character in a different font” business is very valid and i agree madwheeler is like ten shots of espresso injected directly into the bloodstream HOWEVER, nancy and mike’s traumas and emotional issues are so so similar please let them talk about it!!!!

7. steve and robin???? please for the love of god????? literally what the fuck was happening in s4 they were NOT given enough screentime together. not cool. i want them BACK on their queerplatonic bullshit in s5, fully codependent disgustingly clingy like god intended.

8. jonathan and el. i just want them to be siblings together!!! we got a lot of willel sibling vibes in s4 and some sweet jon-and-will moments, but i would love for them to delve into jonathan and el’s dynamic. this girl is a big reason why will was saved in s1 and we just… never really see the byerses address that? jonathan has a lottt of self-blaming tendencies when it comes to will and i’d love for el to help remind him he isn’t responsible for protecting and saving his brother all the time. conversely, i’d love for jonathan to remind el that she’s just a kid and that the weight of the world shouldn’t be on her shoulders. they’re both really soft-spoken and sweet characters with hard veneers and i feel like they’d pair well together for more emotional scenes.

9. literally the entire byers-hopper family they are the heart and soul of the show and i will never forgive the duffer brothers for losing that in s3-4 in favor of expanding the scope of the story. i miss them.

10. steve and el. i would maim and kill for this dynamic actually. both of them are involved in love triangles and have arcs centered around independency and platonic/found familial love, and steve has his whole mom-of-the-group shtick that could be really endearing paired with el’s plucky weird-little-girl vibe. idk i just think they would be a cute team, maybe paired with dustin or lucas.

11. stoncy and robin. literally give me this team or give me death. i miss stoncy’s iconic end-of-season-1 monster-hunting trio dynamic SO MUCH i would give anything for them to go on a sidequest and really just hash it all out with each other. and robin could offer steve moral support and comic relief— while we’re on the subject i would also kill to see her and jonathan interact!! like they are so similar in that brooding-noncomformist way and i feel like they would either immediately gravitate toward each other based on values OR immediately clash due to their personality differences. jonathan is all quiet and avoidant and robin can be… A Lot (said with love) when she’s not masking like s3. i just think they’d be funny together.

12. this is devolving quickly so scott clarke and the party. no i will not elaborate. thank you for your time

[midnightexe]

So in “What If Solar’s Sun Never Died?” There was a LOT that was confirmed, and headcanons have certainly been strengthened. The fandom pretty much nailed how Solar’s Sun (going to nickname him Citrus here for the sake of my sanity, I haven’t settled on a name for my version of him nor have I begun his design due to my own business but mimimi I’ll go with the more popular nickname for him lmao) acted towards Solar; he’s very gentle, kind, understanding; basically our Sun minus the more jumpy, hyperactive energy. He seems calmer, quieter, less visibly anxious, and I think that rubbed off on Solar (plus, yknow, trauma).

Solar himself (or, well, this simulation’s version of him) acted different in the video—outside of the sluggishness from the corrosion— he felt almost,,, younger? Much younger. He wasn’t snarky or sassy like our current Solar, he was just… quiet and kinda timid, ngl. He didn’t feel experienced or kinda weathered emotionally like when we met him the first time (“What if Eclipse ISN’T Evil?!”), which is definitely due to the time spent alone with Moon after the transfer (and Citrus’ corrosion), plus his own grief. Even if it can be dismissed as a result of the corrosion, I think Eclipse’s voice + tone of voice alongside his actual words played a big role in showing his “age” at the time.

I specified the “experience” part earlier because,,, Solar didn’t seem to have any interest in mechanics until Moon assigned it to him, and he barely got to start working before he began to corrode. In our Solar’s timeline, he didn’t get it, so he got proficient with mechanical things and other stuff (becoming his “Jack of all trades” self we know and love). This adds to my own headcanon (and maybe others’ too) that Solar dug into different kinds of engineering, robotics, sciences, all of it, purely because he wanted to fix Citrus. It’s why Moon’s pressure shifted to Solar, because there was probably no suggestion of the Creator, and when he saw Solar trying, plus the fact he already blamed him, that pressure became… suffocating.

That’s where his quiet, calm demeanor came from; an imitation of Citrus, and an attempt to prevent himself from showing just how broken he was (he is an Eclipse, after all). I imagine he doesn’t show anger often due to the constant title of Eclipse hanging over his head, plus the fact he hates when his Moon took his own anger out on him, and because his first experience with anger as “Eclipse” was when he took it out on Citrus. He stays calm and tries to be patient, because that’s the first interaction he had. It’s in honor of the first person to show him genuine kindness and affection.

Another thing revealed by this episode is part of the reason why Solars are so damn rare. Clearly it’s the statistic that 99.999% (repeating) of the “Nice Eclipse”s end up corroding. A 95% chance in-universe, but we all heard Moon; the actual universe percentage of a “Nice Eclipse” surviving the transfer is just shy of impossible. It’s either Citrus or Solar. Not only are they rare enough in becoming nice (which seems to literally be because they approach Sun instead of plotting lmao), but them actually surviving getting their own body is a rigged coin toss where either they get barely a month to live, or the first person who showed them kindness has to take their place, instead.

Let’s also not forget the fact that Citrus didn’t tell Solar the risk percentage of the transfer.

Regardless, I want to inject these characters into my bloodstream. I love analyzing them and just watching the writing fall together so nicely like this. We get information out of order or in the subtlest of ways and AUGHHH I love this show sm.

[inkbagel]

I drew a postcard for my show :) the concert was really amazing I had so much fun. Genuinely one of the best nights of my life.

Idk if people want to avoid spoilers so I’ll put my rants below.

It was so AWESMOEE I have so many thoughts on each and every songgg that was my first concert experience EVER and ohh man it was spectacular

Heathens was SO GOOD LIVE. Was genuinely my favorite part of the show and HEATHENS ISNT EVEN MY FAVORITE!!! like I don’t dislike any of their songs but I have a very long list of favorites and heathens is not in it. However that being said it was spectacular. I had the most fun during that song I think that song was actually made to be played live and not for suicide squad

The transition from heathens to next semester is so so good. I didn’t notice the similarities in those songs until they were back to back. I do really wish they had played all of next semester instead of like. Half the song but it’s okay the rest of the night made up for it

THEY PLAYED GUNS FOR HANDSSS THAT SKNG MEANS SO MUCH TO MEEEE AAAAAAA I almost started crying when I heard the tune it was so so good. That song genuinely like. Made me realize so many things about myself. I’m so glad I got to hear it live

THE TRANSITION. BETWEEN NATN AND HEAVYDIRTYSOUL. NOT EVEN INJECTING IT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM WOULD BE ENOUGH. THAT WAS SO GOOD. GHHSBFBJGKKC i got a recording im so happy

EVERYONE WAS SO NICE DURING TREES!! I saw so many clips from LA and it looked like hell for those two but everyone was really respectful here and Tyler even started picking people around the circle to stand closest to the islands and I thought that was so sweet

FOREST APPEARANCE??? IN 2024?????? I DIDNT THINK THEYD EVER ACKNOWLEDGE RAB AGAIN BUT THEY PLAYED FOREST!!! I’m glad forest has a lot of nostalgia for me

The thing with the lights in mulberry street was so cool. Honestly the whole show was so interactive he kept calling to specific parts of the stadium and had certain people doing certain things I loved it. Tyler really made sure that even the people wayyyy in the back were having fun and that the people in the pit were getting their moneys worth

After the proctologist line Tyler yelled GROSS!!!! Really loudly and I thought that was funny. He then said “you guys are wayy cooler than me. The only difference is I’m on a stage and you’re not you guys are better than me. Anyway we’re taking a photo losers.” I love him

JOSH SANG. LIKE SO MUCH. HE WAS SINGING DURING STRESSED OUT AND HE SANG BANDITO WHILE TYLER SANG PALADIN STRAIT. HES ACTUALLY SO GOOD AT SINGJNG TYLER SHOULD MAKE HIM SING MORE IN THEIR SONGS.

Right before the show started Josh said into the mic WHATS YOUR ETA? TWO MINUTES! And that was really cute

THE CRAVING BACK TO BACK WITH TEAR IN MY HEART I WAS GOING TO CRRYYYYYY AND SCREEAAMAMMMM AAAAA I LOVE THOSE TWO THEYRE SO CUTEEEEEEEBVBB

OVERCOMPENSATE LIVE. HFJSJSJJDK AKAKGKFKDKEJRJFJFJFJFJFJ THAT WAS SO GOODDD. I saw some clips from other shows where he jumped off his piano and caught the microphone mid air and while he didn’t do that here he def made up for it bc that performance was AMAZINGK.

I think he might’ve been feeling a little unwell or smth because he was definitely not as acrobatic as in clips from other nights BUT I DIDNT MIND! HE STILL DID AMAZING ANYWAY and honestly I could NOT be performing like that if I was sick so I think it’s more impressive if he’s actually not doing good. He’s actually insane

HIS GLOWING MICROPHONEEEE ITS SO SILLYYYY

HIS DISAPPEARING TRICK IN CAR RADIO WAS SO COOL. HE WAS KIND OF CLOSE TO WHERE I WAS SITTING AND. HNGNKSKSKF

During vignette he did grab the keyboard and play it on the floor again I’m like 90% certain he knows the fandom thinks he’s a catboy and plays into it. Bc sir. You are NOT beating the cat allegations. Get off the floor and play your keyboard standing up like a REAL MAN /silly I loved that part actually

I actually started crying when he played addict with a pen. It was so good. That song means so much to me.

I got a really good picture during stressed out which speaking of! THE SKELETON HORSE CAROUSEL?????? THAT WAS SO COOL IT WAS LIKE OUT OF A MAGNUS ARCHIVES STATEMENT WHAT DOES IT MEANN ITS SO COOOLLLLLLLLL

I have not put enough Josh Dun appreciation in this post and for that I am truly sorry Josh Dun you were amazing the whole night you were so energetic your backflip was the best part of the night you were awesome

I think I’ve said it before but everyone screaming “our brains are sick but that’s okay” was so surreal. Like wow I’m sitting in a stadium FULL of people and every single one of them treasures this band just as much as I do. Idk man there’s something so amazing about that. It really felt so amazing. I’ve never before felt like I was the same as a whole crowd of people. We’re all going through our own things but we’re all still here. We’re still alive and we’re still fighting. And tonight we’re fighting together. I loved it

Midwest indigo <3 that song was MADE to be played live I got chills it was so good

This post is getting kind of long and I’m tired so I’m ending it with this picture of Clancy with the glowing microphone I drew :) as a first time concert experience the Clancy world tour was life changing and I am never going to be the same person I was before the concert

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Holy crap I’m loving your writing! Im especially obsessed with Ken and the ranch owner

I’m wondering if you’d be willing to do an fem human reader x Ken where the reader gets a bit sick, nothing too serious but Ken absolutely freaks out and thinks the reader is dying or sum (he learned about death from Stero Barbie. Also spiders. He’s terrified of both) and the reader thinks it’s a bit funny so she’s like “yeah I’m dying” but then he gives her the most terrified and sad kicked puppy look and she has to explain that it’s just a cold lol

Awh thank you!! Im glad that ppl still love my barbie movie stuff even though barbie summer has come and gone 💔

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There were only two things that Ken feared after beginning his new life in the Real World:

One is the mortality of humans, as Barbie told him all about how fragile their lives were and the two paths they were given: either growing old and dying peacefully in their beds, or some terrible occurrence cutting it short long before their time on this earth was up.

The second was spiders.

He especially hated the spiders.

You only recently discovered he had that fear after finding one of those 8-legged critters in your house--or more specifically in his room, where he came barreling out from as though he accidentally set something on fire.

At first, you thought he really did start a fire until he dragged you back into there, begging you to get rid of the "strange beast".

You had no clue what he could possibly be referring to....and then he pointed to the corner, where a little cellar spider sat completely unbothered, weaving its web.

In that moment, you realized you may have turned him arachnophobic, considering you did show him one insect-themed horror movie this past Halloween. He kept freaking out over it potentially growing horse-sized or injecting venom into his bloodstream when he was asleep.

But despite you assuring him neither of those things could happen (and insisting that the spider was more afraid of him), Ken refused to go into the room until it was gone.

You find it hard to fathom that this same doll who led an entire revolt, came to terms with his own identity crisis, and bravely made the transition to humanity....was totally inconsolable in the presence of a tiny bug.

Then again, maybe showing him that movie--and allowing Barbie to explain why arachnophobia was among the top fears humans had--was a huge mistake.

Regardless, you made it your mission to get rid of the critter.

Oddly enough Ken insisted that you didn't actually kill it, but you found you it sweet that he valued its life despite it scaring the shit out of him. So you contained it in a cup, putting a napkin underneath it before releasing it outside.

After that, you mentioned how most people usually killed spiders and other pests that invaded their home.

He looked wildly uncomfortable at that fact, before he began talking about some rather... concerning things: like if the spider knew how short its lifespan was, how easily it could have been crushed, if it feared death or if it was even aware of it at all-

Before he could derail and start rambling about death itself too much, you stopped him, asking if he was feeling alright.

And he went quiet for a moment, before smiling and giving you a kiss, reassuring you he felt better.

Yet even as he left the room, he still appeared awful tense.

It was that day where you worried that it's more than just spiders he feared..

.......

"Babe, what's wrong? Are you sick??"

"...unfortunately, but it's nothing serious. Just a stupid cold I caught at work." Sighing tiredly, you sat up in bed, seeing Ken walk into the room.

He looked nothing short of horrified at how drained and exhausted you sounded this morning. "A-Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I don't want you to catch anything, so I'm sorry...but no kisses today."

"Then..what about tomorrow?"

You just rolled your eyes, drinking some tea you made for yourself. "Maybe, but we'll see if I wake up."

Although it was meant to be a little joke, your foggy brain forgot how seriously the blond often took jokes, and he rushed to your bedside, kneeling down.

His eyes were wide as he took your hand. "If you wake up??? Are you dying??"

Putting down your mug, you sighed once more, trying to figure out a way to remedy this situation before you upset him too much. "No....I mean I just feel like I'm dying, but.." You paused, noticing the tears coming to his eyes. "Ken?"

Now that he was a lot closer, you could see the utterly terrified look on his face--as though you kicked a puppy right in front of him.

Yep, it was already much too late. He was upset.

"I-I know tomorrow is not guaranteed for anyone, but you have to get through this, [y/n]! Please..I can't lose you, too...not when you've done so much to help me." He was extremely close to crying, his lips trembling.

Your heart sunk as you placed a hand ober his own. "Oh honey, I was only kidding around when I say-"

"Why do humans joke about death so much? Don't they know y-you...you can't come back? That they have such short lives?? O-Or sure, some believe you can be reincarnated but that doesn't make it any-"

At this point, he was just blubbering nonsense, so you took him into your arms. And for a moment he fell silent, before burying his face into your chest, trying to calm himself down. "I-I'm sorry.."

"No, no..I'm sorry. You're right..I shouldn't be joking about death around you." Frowning slightly, you stroked his hair. "I promise I'm not dying. Not today, or tomorrow..not for a long, long time. This cold will pass and I'll feel better soon enough."

".....a-are these the irrepressible thoughts of death Barbie had?"

'Oh.'

It finally hit you.

He was going through the same thing she once did.

"Ken.." You had him sit up so you could see his face. Aside from it being a little red and his eyes puffy and watery, there were tear marks trailing down to the stubble that had formed along his jaw and chin. "Why didn't you tell me you were having those thoughts?"

Sniffling, he just shrugged. "I don't know. And... I don't know why I'm thinking them. Barbie could blame it on somebody who was playing with her, but...I can't. Because I'm not a doll anymore, I'm human....a-and...those were my thoughts alone." He shuddered, terrified at that realization. "I guess I just..didn't wanna scare you, b-but obviously it's too late for that..."

A small chuckle came from him, although it dissolved into a small sob as he wiped his eyes. "S-Sorry, I....I want these thoughts to just pass already."

"And they will." You nodded, squeezing his free hand reassuringly. "It looks like you're just experiencing them for the first time, and that's okay. They won't be all you think about. And you don't have to apologize for how you're feeling, as long as you're honest with me."

"Th-Thank you.." He sniffled. "I should be taking care of you, not the other way around. Do you need you anything? More tea? Meds? Anything at all?"

You smiled fondly, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "You're all I need right now, sweetheart."

That response seemed to bring Ken's giddy old self back, as he smiled bashfully in return. He melted back into your arms when you wrapped them around him, and he listened to your heartbeat: the only assurance he needed that you were still living.

Eventually...those thoughts of death did pass him by, and he felt okay again.

[knifecat111]

I need to let you know I have not been able to stop watching your little birdhouse in your soul flipaclip thing you did, I'm injecting it directly into my bloodstream and it isn't enough. I'm in LOVE with it and you need to know how much of an impact it has had on me. We put it on our wedding playlist. How fucked up is that. I love my wife-to-be. Can't wait to be her wife. Spirk is real.

ohh my god that is so sweet thank u for sharing😭 congrats on your wedding that is so cute!!!

[wanderingblindly]

Yay tag game time!!!! Thank you @borntogayz and @ravenrage27 <3333

what color are your eyes?

Medium brown?

tell me about your pets. or your dream pet.

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY TEENY TINY LITTLE CAT HONEY!!!! She's a total coward, I love her more than anything in the world. I adopted her at six months old <3333

share some interesting fact about yourself.

My go-to fun fact is that I won a FIFA medal when I was in my teens, but a vaguely more recent fun fact is that I was almost deported from Japan during my study abroad after being PROFILED AS A DRUG DEALER????

what was the first fandom you were a part of?

Visual Kei in like, 2011? After that was Dan and Phil (shame, shame)

do you have any phobias?

Not a phobia per se, but I couldn't touch cardboard for most of my life; I still can't bring myself to touch Styrofoam and Sherpa. Oh, and the national alarm systems/automated alarm voices make me cry/physically ill.

are you a picky eater? if so, what food can't you stand?

Not really! I'll try anything once, at least. But, unfortunately, most nigiri or sashimi -- the texture of raw fish doesn't work for me.

do you eat the burger and fries at the same time? or one after another?

One after another, but the fries are going in a milkshake whenever possible.

winter or summer?

Winter!!!! I'm too sweaty for summer and it sucks!!!!

what fanfiction tropes are your favorite?

SWEET FLUFFY STUPID AUS!!! Coffee shop AUs? Bookstore related AUs? College/University AUs? Inject them directly into my bloodstream.

are you studying or working? what did you study, what is your job?

I work full time! I'm a data analyst/UI sort of mess.

what is the last country you visited?

Italy, 2018 (jesus christ has it really been that long?? changing this asap)

what country would you want to move to after retiring?

Hmmm maybe somewhere in Scandinavia? I haven't thought much about this.

who was your first crush?

I think Bill Kaulitz when I was like, 11. Strong start.

how did you get into f1 fandom?

I looked up f1 tags on AO3 as a """""""joke""""""" one time, then realized f1blr existed after devouring all the sebchal available to me. And now I'm here, thriving.

Idk who hasn't been tagged!!! maybe @ocontraire, @jennarations, @albonoooo, @creabirds???

[huecomymundo]

The Death Of Me (Mildly NSFW, suggestive)

Tokinada x Male! Soul Reaper! Reader

Relationship Dynamic: sub! Toki, dom! reader

Summary: 'He's a poison, injected directly into your bloodstream each and every time he touches you, or kisses you.. You know your no more than a plaything to Tokinada, he's such an addicting poison... Is he going to be the death of you? You spend your time pondering that, today. In the here, and now with him..'

They say you can intake a small amount of poison to build up an immunity.. For some, this is true! But you know, your going to feel really really terrible up until then. And it takes a really long time.

STORY START

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"You know, (y/n)..."

Tokinada hums lowly, laying against you with that cyanide tone of his. It spreads a warmth through your chest, and deep to your core. This stinging poison which houses itself within you.. Tokinada's poisoned you with his love oh- so long ago.. But he has so much fun with you, he just kept coming back to play with you some more..

You hum lowly back, in response to his question.

"Hm?.. Yes, Tokinada?"

The green haired noble has this mischievous, plotting smile on his face as he chuckles.

"Have you ever had the thought.. That one day, I may just pivot on my heel, and kill you without a moment's notice. No hesitation.. Not even feeling sorry or sad?"

You sigh.. Tokinada knows how to make you uncomfortable, as he ruins this quiet moment between you both.

"And not get punished.. We've talked about this before."

You mutter, slightly unenthusiastically.

"Hey~ My thought's exactly.."

Tokinada hums, turning his head to look up at your (e/c) eyes with a glimmer of entertainment. Your not as amused, being the subject of his grim musings.

"It's almost like you knew what I was going to say~ Smart boy.."

Tokinada reaches up to cup your cheek with his hand. You don't even flinch, and just let him. After all.. He'll be annoying about it if you didn't. With a quirk of a corner of your mouth, you close your eyes and lean into the soft, pampered hand of Tokinada.

"Because you bring it up constantly... Don't you ever get bored of asking the same question?"

You reply, with a flat tone. He runs his thumb over your lips with a playful grin.

Tokinada laughs at you, like an evil little cackle, and leans more onto you, his back onto your chest, shifting to start crawling on you. But first, he puts his other hand on your face, and pulls your cheeks.

"Haha! What a stupid question (y/n).. How long have we been doing this little thing now? I live to watch desolation come onto someone's face.. I know you already know, but I just can't get enough out of you.. I like fucking with you.."

Getting annoyed you growl lowly and strike him back.. You pinch one of his cheeks, causing him to immediately whine and squirm.

"Oowh!! Hey!"

"Your such a brat.."

You say, watching him go from enjoying your reaction, to being a disgruntled child who's been scolded. He huffs and crosses his arms when you finally let go of his cheek.

"Bastard.."

Tokinada says with a frown, and a huff. You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around him, one going around his neck, hand resting on his chest, while the other takes him by the waist.

You lean down a bit, and kiss the top of his damnable green head.

"You started it."

You mutter against those wonderful smelling, silky green strands.. Right under to your chin, you could feel his tight braid, sat against his head. You sigh and close your eyes, feeling him practically melt against you.

Just because your holding him doesn't mean he's all soft and oogy gooey! With a cranky face, he lets you hold him.

"Yes, and? That doesn't mean you get to be as bad as me!"

You roll your eyes as he scootched up on you as you said this, getting comfortable in your lap as he firmly claims his rightful place.

Tokinada liked bad mouthing other's while he sat his bony ass upon your lap.. It was a pastime of his, to sit on his living chair and shit talk Shunsui.. Or anyone else, for that matter.

Tokinada hated alot of people, but you? You were his special.. What were you though? You considered him a lover, but does he view the same of you?

Who knows. Because he'll never tell you how he genuinely feels.. Don't bother asking him about soft, lovey feelings. Because he'll gag aloud at you, as if throwing up on the idea of him being anything soft..

He's Tokinada. He's.. Not soft. He's not gentle, or sweet. But.. What is he to you? Tokinada shows a secret side of himself.

This.. Touch-starved, hidden tenderness that he only shows rarely, to you. He doesn't cry, or weep. But he doesn't smile in those moments. Usually.. He's laying on you, asleep. Or reading.. He writes, rarely. You don't understand him, even after years of.. Whatever this thing between you two is.

Tokinada hides so many secrets, and he never shares them. Not by word alone, any way.

In this moment, you breathe in his scent, a heavy dose of noble scent. He smells.. Like sandlewood, and bergamot, with a dash of lavender. His arms reach up, and his hands slide into your (h/c),(h/l) locks.

Sitting the way he is, his palms face inward, letting him groom you and mess up your hair however damn well he pleased.

"Yeah?.. Well, you have no reason, so why should I?"

You shoot back at him, seeing as he wants to be like that today.. You feel like playing with fire. Why not go for it?

Your hand slides into his fancy shihakusho.. Getting a giggle from him as he feels your cold hand against his warm skin.

"Oh hoh~ Bold today, aren't we? Challenging my authority AND being an outright pervert? Tsk tsk (y/n).. You naughty man.."

Tokinada tuts, not doing a damn thing about your hand.. If anything, he scoots back on you, trying to provoke a certain reaction from you..

You snort in amusement, as your hand caresses against the soft, smooth warmth of his skin.  Tokinada gasps softly, as your fingers grace over one of his nipples.. He bites his lower lip, closing his eyes.

"I'll do both of those things happily, as long as your cute little ass lets me.."

Tokinada sputters a single laugh when your words reach his ears.

"God! Your so annoying!"

You squeeze him, with the arm wrapped around his waist. He's already as pressed up against you as he can be.. So you force a small noise out of him.

Tokinada's hands form fists your hair, and tug. The fistfuls pull your head back once.

"Release me at once, so I can face your insolence and perverted behaviors with direct punishment.."

You know he's not actually going to punish you.. But you do as he says any way, because it makes him happy. At least.. You think it does.

You give a small huff from your nose, sad that you have to leave his warm, hidden chest in favor of whatever he's about to do.. Releasing him, Tokinada immidietly twists his body around to face you.

His hips go first, his legs following after his pelvis to straddle your lap, his legs pinning you to the bench. With a toothy smirk, his olive colored eyes lock with your own (e/c) eyes as he fully turns around on your lap.

With his finishing shift, he sits his ass down on your lap as hard as he can. Oh, you are IN for it now..

The Nobles' hands reach up, and caress your jaw on either side as they slide back to your neck, and scalp.

"I'll teach you to treat the Head of the Tsunayashiro.."

He says with a playful curl of his lips and drawl of his words.

"Bring it on, glorified twink.."

You spat rather dishonorably back at him, you can see the visible annoyance appear as a vein on his forehead, and that little warp in his smile.

"Why you..."

He snarls lowly, fiercely grabbing fistfuls of your hair again, and harshly tilting it back forcefully.

The sting of it, you'll never be used to. You hiss and grit your teeth as your head is pulled back and at Tokinada's harsh grip.

You feel Tokinada bite at your neck, kissing your skin with lips and teeth that threaten to tear it out. He can feel your quickened pulse, the premise of your excitement just from this, riles him up to no end..

"Such a nasty, uncouth word.. Can't you use that damnable head of yours to think of something better to say about me?"

You pant out softly in pain, and mild arousal as Tokinada licks up your neck. His tongue is hot, and wet as he drags it upwards.. He sucks on your adams apple for a quick, fleeting moment.

"Or must I teach you again that I do not fraternitize with commoners and idiot's? Your lucky I've given you even a shred of my attention.. I'll remind you, of your place, you lowly dog.."

Tokinada says with a smooth, soft voice. You can feel him smile against your throat..

You scoff at him, and remind him of what place he is in. Your arms don't wrap around him again, and instead your hands go right for the Nobles' ass.

With one hand, you grab him as hard as you can, causing him to shiver, and press against you fully again. Your other hand, shoots upward and grabs a decent amount of the longer strands he had, hidden behind his head. You get a noise of surprise out of Tokinada- a moan.

"Ah-! You fucker.."

He hisses at you.. But you think it's funny. You grope and grab him rather gratuitously with one hand. For as thin as he is.. It's amazing Tokinada has something to grab at for an ass.

"How about I remind you, where you are currently.. In my lap, like an obedient little show dog.."

He wants to call you a dog? Fine. He gets it right back.. He wants to tug your hair? You'll tug his right back.

He whines as you pull his head back, so you can start attacking his neck just as he did to you..

"Ngh-!.. (Y/N)!"

Tokinada barks your name, but you do not answer when called, as you start placing kisses on his neck. You ever so slightly part your lips, as you open your mouth to surprise bite him.

You linger on his neck, kissing his lovely skin, before you find the exposed junction of his neck connecting to his shoulder.

Oh how the unbitten flesh calls you.. The bruises from the last time you bit him there, are nearly gone.. Looks like you'll have to make new one's, to make up for the loss.

You open your mouth as wide as possible, before biting down onto his flesh and muscle with all your might. Oh, that'll send him reeling for sure..

As your teeth sink into his flesh, a loud, pleasured yowl jumps from Tokinada's throat, and out his open mouth.

"Ahn-!"

You can feel him arch against you, he's a greedy being.. A Noble lives pampered, and unbothered.. Getting everything they want, when they want. Tokinada must'ave been born with something screwy in his head..

You stay latched onto him, tasting that gently salty flavor of his skin. God- he smells so good. He's so warm.

You finally pull your teeth from his skin, feeling him shudder against you is ever so pleasing to you.

"With as loud as you are, If I wasn't who I am.. I'd think your having the time of your life.. You'd love it, if that was the case. Right, you filthy little Noble?"

You say to him with an amused chuckle following your words en suite.. He's figured out that you learned how to press his buttons, as he- yours. Sharp as a blade, you are.

With a noise that sounds like a grunt of irritation, but what is actually a noise of approval and validation, his olive eyes focus on you from the bottom of his lashed eyelids..

The corner of Tokinada's mouth curl upward in a devious way, as he gives you a soft breathe for a first response.

"How dare you threaten me with a good time?.."

His hands are no longer fists at the back of your head, instead, your (h/c) locks are released, and he lovingly scritches your head. While, you still have a rather ferocious grip on his own foresty green hairstrands with that avacado colored streak..

You chuckle, as he moans again when you tug his hair. His head is already as far back as it can go- but you knew that.

"Ah~!"

"I'll threaten you with whatever I want, whenever I want.."

Your (e/c) eyes glance around, to spy no one in particular watching on as you feel up the Head of the Tsunayashiro clan.. Him in your lap, like the good little bottom he is in secret for you..

Tokinada's eyes flutter and roll into the back of his head, and he gnaws on his lower lip as you touch the skin you just bit with your lips, tenderly kissing your teethmarks.

Tokinada starts getting a little too eager as he start's grinding his middle on your thigh. His hips roll back and fourth, ever demanding as he starts getting desperate.

"Hhn-.. (y-y/n)~.. Your such a fucking mongrel.."

He snarls, quickly unravelling by the second.. As the wind blows through the sakura grove, petals fly all around you and your Noble lover.. If that's what he is.

You release his hair, and thus his head springs back ever so slightly. At the moment of his freedom, Tokinada's hands come out of your hair, and take up either side of your jaw again, as he forces you to look up at him. Your free hand travels down his back, making him shudder once more.

You expected as such- his lips hungrily crashing against yours, to clash in a lustful, sinful embrace of a hungry make out.

You bite down on his bottom lip, and like an obedient bottom, he opens his mouth to you. Your tongue invades his mouth, immidietly coming into contact with his tongue.

You trace his teeth, dipping the tip of your tongue into the grooves and dips of his teeth, catching the faint flavor of what he ate before meeting up with you..

Something sweet, and sugary. No one can tell him what to eat, especially since there are no other Tsunayashiro around. So.. He eats what he pleases, whenever he want. Not that it matters, truly. Just another luxury Tokinada holds over you.

Tokinada's moans are greedily swallowed by you, you swallow any and every noise he makes.. Muffling them as they come.

When you pull back, Tokinada whines at you for the nth time today, and you sit back to see the cute, desperate expression on his face.

You lick your lips, as from the moment you seperated from him, saliva broke from thin, glassy strands of spit. You savour the flavor.. And the sight. Tokinada's lips are parted, and his eyes are half lidded..

He doesn't look as malicious for the moment.. Like when he bathes in the afterglow of an orgasm. Only you have really watched him unwind the creature he's made himself out to be fully, but in doing so.. You are imbibing in poison.

He huffs at you, and his mouth fully curls up into a sultry smile.

"You horny bastard.. How are you so irrsistable..?"

You shrug, full well knowing why.

"Dunno.. Maybe you wanna be reminded?"

You ask, with an eyebrow raise and wiggle, causing him to snort at you like the snooty Noble he is.

"Maybe I do.."

He says, leaning in again, to steal your lips away, and to keep you from making a smart ass remark.. Again.

He will kill you, one day. For his poison has already claimed your heart, body, and mind.. All he needs to do now, is pluck your soul from it's vessal.. And your a goner.

Is it really, so bad? To be fodder for Tokinada? Fueling the green, envious flames that slowly swallow you up in bright flickering light..

There is no flame better to swallow you whole, other than Tokinada.

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Hope you enjoyed reading 💚 I don't see any x reader's featuring Tokinada. Especially male reader's.. So, here I go!

I started this today, and finished it.. Today. Which is something I want to do more! 

Honestly didn't think I'd be doing Tokinada first, but I do love me pampered, snooty noble men who deserve to be put in their place.. Though, he's really putting you in his place.. If you catch my drift 😏

[rivangel]

my personal ranking of Clancy by tøp :D (w/ my fav lyrics)

13 Lavish

during the livestream, to explain the song i think tyler said smth along the lines of he wrote it for the sake of writing outside their known genre, which is something tøp does every now and then. (they will not stay in their lane, boy)

it’s good. it’s a bop, nicely tongue in cheek, and i can see it as a commentary on celebrity culture, but overall there are songs that do this style better, and i don’t listen to tøp for it.

12 The Craving (Jenna’s version)

don’t get me wrong, i love this song so much but i love them ALL. i have to be in the right mood to listen to smth slow, let alone a slow acoustic love ballad.

the single version of The Craving is different but im going w/ what made it to the album.

11 Paladin Strait

again i have to say that slow songs aren't my preference (shrug) but i also can't overstate how much i love the sound of it, especially the bridge. it's gorgeouss.

tøp is known for these climactic emotional songs to end their albums and this is definitely no exception. right below Leave the City for me.

10 At the Risk of Feeling Dumb

i found out there is such a thing as too relatable when i listened to this song for the first time. it’s not a bad thing exactly? but i kind of need to be in the right mood💀?? if this weren’t the case it would be much higher.

9 Oldies Station

nostalgia and the passage of time is a major thing in contending with lately and this is a good comfort. feels good.

the entire bridge sorry

8 Snap Back

i adore this song but i can’t put it any higher🧍🏻it reminds me of a water level. a genuine vibe with depressing implications: classic tøp.

anyway, a lovely swan song and errr that’s all. (i relate to it too much)

7 Navigating

the chorus. (IMNAVIGATING IMNAVIGATING MY HEAD) is need it playing in my head on repeat like a radio when i’ve died. it’s soo damn good. otherwise not a lot to come back to compared to the others.

6 Vignette

the occasional bird crying out adds to the charm of this song (flesh…coveredinbites) (WHERE DO I GO FROM HEREEeeEEE).

such a vibe. similar to what i say about Midwest Indigo later.

5 Next Semester

when this dropped as a single, i was almost as obsessed with it as i was Overcompensate. also HONESTLY i REALLY NEED TO FIND THE HIDDEN CAMERA TYLER USED TO SPY WHIKE HE WROTE THIS SONG cuz!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭this really hits home for me like no other song has ever (aside from some songs from mcr but yk).

oh and the uke at the end. it sounds good.

4 Midwest Indigo

‘did you. pull up. yet - NOTYET!’

‘what’s ur eta- TWOMINUTES!’

the HOOK on this song is crazy. i’m not sure about the terms exactly but the way tyler drags out certain words at the end of verses and the spoken word parts are addictive and just fun to listen to?

and i love what this song is about. even when i don’t relate to it tyler’s songwriting makes that cease to matter lol

3 Overcompensate

this is the first single that released and listening to it for the first time has become a core memory cuz my obsession interest in the band really receded when SAI released but I WAS DRIVEN INSANE WITH THIS SONG I NEED IT FLOWING THROUGH MY BLOODSTREAM.

2 Backslide

now This is the One (barring #1). when it released as a single, i spent a 3 hours drive just listening to this. it's also been particularly relevant in my life right now so it's not only a banger but an enormous comfort honestly lol

1 Routines in the Night

it was close but

BANGERBVANGERBANGERBANGERBAMGER!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW UGHHHHHHHH IT'S SOOOO GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD (my most intelligent review). i need the chorus directly injected into my brain and it would fix me i believe.

deeply relatable for someone with insomnia, deeply beautiful. hell even the music video is a captivating piece of art.

(walk the layout :))