#Thon Hotel

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Bruselas 4 días | Desde 363€

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[valentinos-pimp]

We deserve a peek up Val’s skirt too!!

[hotelbooking]

Thon Partner Hotel Sorø Welcome to Thon Partner Hotel Sorø, a delightful 4-star hotel nestled in the picturesque town of Soro, Denmark. With its idyllic location and warm hospitality, this hotel is the perfect choice for both leisure and business travelers seeking a peaceful and comfortable stay. As you step into Thon Partner Hotel Sorø, you will be greeted by a serene and inviting atmosphere. The hotel's elegant and contemporary design seamlessly blends with the surrounding natural beauty, creating a tranquil retreat for guests to unwind and relax. From the moment you arrive, the friendly and attentive staff will ensure that your every need is met, making your stay a truly memorable one. Check-in at Thon Partner Hotel Sorø offers a range of entertainment facilities to ensure a memorable and enjoyable stay. Whether you're looking to relax with a drink or soak up the beautiful surroundings, this hotel has something for everyone. The hotel's bar is the perfect place to unwind after...

[snowball-doie]

୨୧ Inspection w/ Johnny ୨୧

| pairing: Dom!Johnny x sub!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. NSFW link. Daddy kink. Sex toy. Inspection kink. Vaginal and anal fingering. Edging. Slight choking. Mentions of unprotected vaginal and anal sex.

| wc: 2k

"Let's see how you did, baby girl, okay? Spread your legs for me."

Johnny was in a playful mood ever since the two of you landed in Jakarta the day prior. Being on vacation in hot weather always got him riled up because he really had nowhere to be and nothing to do aside from keeping you trapped in bed all day with something between your legs-- Whether it was his fingers, his face, his cock, or toys, Johnny was having all the fun in the world watching you cum over and over again.

"You can scream, baby, it's okay, no one's gonna hear us."

That was why he got a villa in the resort. His manager wanted to book a suite in the hotel, but smug Johnny wasn't content with that, because he knew that if he was really going to enjoy his week away with you, then you needed to be somewhere where he could do anything and everything with no worries or repercussions. So the villa it was. He fucked you in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, every single bathroom, on the back patio that had a beautiful view of the sunset he made you watch while he came inside of you.

What Johnny didn't like, however, was the break in his sex-a-thon for having to DJ at a small festival one night. He was invited to Jakarta to be a DJ, but he turned the whole event into an escape with you. So when work came, he was a bit sour. Sour enough that he thought up a way that he could still work you up and have his fun with you even while he had to stand in front of fans who were there to see him and listen to his music.

"That's a good girl. Put your skirt back on and clean yourself up quickly, or else we're gonna be late."

Johnny helped you to your feet before patting your bare ass. His idea of fun for the night was putting a toy in you that he could control from his phone that he would have up on stage with him, mixed in with all of his DJ equipment so no one from the audience would blink twice at his fidgeting hands and the grin on his face. The whole night, while on the way to the show, and while waiting for him to go on stage, you felt the toy buzz on and off inside of you, the small tail end pressed against your clit nearly making you topple over and moan in the crowd you had to stand in because there was no "backstage" area for you to watch. When Johnny ran on stage, he smiled and waved to the fans before finding his place in front of his equipment. He immediately got to work once his headset was on. The music started playing, the fans were brought to life with energy, and you squeezed your glass for dear life when you felt the toy turn on to the max setting. He was dancing up there while bouncing on his toes and waving his arms around, all while grinning at you and the fact that you couldn't have looked more obvious if you tried. He was being cruel. And he knew it. That was why he only ever edged you throughout the show. While the fans got the euphoria of beat drops and getting to see Johnny Suh sweating up close, you had your high stolen from you time after time, despite your pleading eyes in his direction.

At the end of the night, when you two were back in the villa, Johnny turned the toy on again, and he chuckled while watching you stumble to the bedroom, catching yourself on furniture that you passed by so that your shaky legs wouldn't give out completely underneath you.

"Please, I can't take it anymore," you begged with a hoarse voice.

"Yes, you can, silly girl. Come on, let me help you." He offered out his hands which you quickly accepted so that you could find relief by laying on the bed under him. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"I'm glad." He stripped you of your shirt and bra. "Let's see how you did, baby girl, okay? Spread your legs for me." You did as he commanded, spreading your legs so that he could push your skirt up out of the way. "Cute," he whispered under his breath, then pressed a finger against your clothed entrance. "You made such a mess, baby girl..." As he slowly retreated his touch, you saw a bit of slick stuck to his fingertip. You'd soaked through your underwear. Fuck. "Let's get a better look..." He swiftly removed your underwear with a self-satisfied smirk. "Fuck, baby girl, how many times did I edge you?"

"Seven."

"Oh, my poor girl... I'm sorry... Can I make it up to you?"

You nodded eagerly, looking down at him to find that he was tugging on the tail of the toy to remove it from you. With a lewd pop from your pussy and a moan from your lips, the toy was pulled out. Johnny chuckled and licked the toy clean.

"You taste so fucking good. Fuck."

And once he was done with the toy, Johnny put it to the side so that he could return to you and your needs after being so cruel all night. Relief swept over you within an instant when he started rubbing his fingers and palm all over your cunt and ass, feeling you up, gauging how wet you really were, making a mess of your thighs and ass with your own slick before he suddenly slid a single finger into your pussy. Your back arched off the bed in response. Johnny kissed the back of your calves which were raised high in the air, his finger sliding out of you to rub your drenched clit, then back into you he went. Over and over again, he repeated the motions, his finger curling to hit your g-spot while he aggressively fucked you. And then he started teasing your other hole.

You popped upright onto your elbows with wide eyes that made him laugh again. "Wait, Daddy--"

"I need to inspect all of your holes to understand how mean I was tonight, baby. Don't you want me to learn so I don't do it again?"

Your face fell.

"Be a good girl and relax."

Johnny loved your ass. More than anything in the world, you figured sometimes, because it was the one thing that he thought of as his, the one hole no one but him had touched, the one thing that no matter how often he bullied it, it would never loosen or fight back against him. Both of you moaned when his finger slid into your tight ass. He was slow. He watched you carefully, waiting for a hard "No" or "Stop" to fall from your lips, but when it never came, he decided to reward you by sliding out of your ass and back into your dripping entrance with two fingers, causing you to whine and buck around— Johnny immediately put a stop to that by pinning you down with an arm pressing down on the back of your thighs that were curled up to your chest. He continued to kiss your legs while he fingered you quickly.

“I’m close—”

Much to your dismay, Johnny pulled his fingers out of you, slowly circling your clit and drifting down to rub his fingertips over your ass again.

In response to your pouting, Johnny teased, “That’s eight. You can do two more for me, baby girl, I know you can, just let me take care of you.”

So you grinned and beared it when Johnny started testing you with two fingers in your asshole and one finger in your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was being mean again for his own entertainment because it was so easy to get you to edge like that, but he didn’t want to edge you so quickly because once you would hit the number ten, he would likely have to reward you for being so good, and he wasn’t feeling that nice yet. So he waited. His fingers went slow, working your holes open for him while he continued to litter the rest of your body with tender kisses that made you melt under him and roll your eyes to the back of your head. Why did he have to be so good at ruining you? Why was he so good with his fingers? Why did he have to know all of your sensitive spots and the right things to whisper in your ear as his two fingers in your ass scissors outwards to stretch you.

“You think you can take me tonight?”

And there it was, Johnny’s obsession with your ass taking root in the back of your mind, urging you to nod, almost like you were actually begging him to fuck your ass once he was done with torturing you.

“Good girl.”

Once he put two fingers in each hole and continued to flick your clit with his thumb, you knew you were a goner. He won. There was nothing you could do to hide the fact that he’d worked you up all night to the point that there were no thoughts left in your head, and all that was left of you was a symphony of moans that were like music to Johnny’s ears while he pinned you down with his free hand wrapped around your throat. You wanted him— No, you needed him. It didn’t matter that he’d fucked you every which way ‘til Sunday, you needed more of him, and those last two edges he indirectly promised you weren’t going to cut it.

“Close—”

Johnny stilled his movements. “Nine. One more, baby, then I’m all yours.”

You nodded obediently, even taking his thumb into your mouth for a moment before he returned to choking you while fingering both of your holes. It felt like heaven… Four fingers moving in and out of you, hitting all kinds of different spots— Sometimes you could even feel his middle finger and ring finger brushing up against each other through the walls that separated your two holes. Part of you was tempted to ask him if he’d finger you while fucking your ass sometime. Johnny wouldn’t be opposed.

As his thumb started rubbing your clit counter-clockwise, the overstimulated bud couldn’t take it anymore, and before you could even warn him, you were cumming on his fingers, his grip on your throat tightening to make sure you stayed pinned, his brows furrowed in concentration as he helped you through your orgasm despite the fact that he never gave you permission nor did you finish your ten edges like he wanted. But then again, nothing made Johnny happier than the feeling of your asshole squeezing around him, whether it was his fingers, tongue, or dick.

After you came down from your high, you slumped— But then Johnny slapped your clit, making you jolt and whine.

“That’s for not asking permission.”

You pouted. “I’m sorry, Daddy…”

“I know, baby,” he cooed apologetically as his fingers pulled out of you and he shifted to sit fully between your thighs before he began undoing his pants. “I’m still not done, though. Be a good girl and hold your legs open for me, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Every part of you was tired and overstimulated, but you grabbed your thighs and kept them spread and pressed against your stomach while Johnny leaned over you and lined his tip up with your ass, just like he promised. A wicked smile spread across his face when he saw how fucked-out yet needy you were. Just for him. Always for him.

“Good girl.” And with that, he slowly started thrusting in.

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@markieocean , @nneteyamss , @strawberryax0lotl , @wayycoolbabylove

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[artyandink]

magnetism

FBI!AU

Summary: You and Dean Winchester, the best Major Crimes has to offer. You’ve been assigned on the same case, but even though you two maintain a certain level of moral integrity, you can’t help but let that go in the hotel room you’re both staying in. Just one moment can’t hurt, right?

A/N - This is for the Jensen-A-Thon and could also be the prequel for another series I have in mind, might be titled something similar hehe. Stay tuned and let me know if you’re interested!

SERIES MASTERLIST

This was supposed to be professional.

“You goddamn tease.” Dean growled in your ear before nipping the earlobe, his calloused hands smoothing up from your body to reach your chest, grab hold of your blouse and rip it apart, buttons clattering to the floor and eliciting a gasp from you, low chuckle from him. “Workin’ me up all day in that tight skirt and goddamn heels- d’you know what you do to me, darlin’?” You were marked with an array of small and large purpling bruises down your neck and behind your ears as well as his cologne all over you, the musk of coffee and floral washing detergent only adding to the dizzying mix.

Your head was tipped back, as a result of him pulling roughly on your hair to give him the access he wanted. “Dean…”

“Yeah, just like that, baby. Love hearin’ my name from those pretty lips.” He threw your legs apart as wide as they’d go, standing between them and grinding into you so you’d feel him through his slacks, his teeth gritted as he felt the warmth through your dampened panties. Or maybe soaked, he couldn’t tell.

He’d find out soon enough.

He ran his nose along the length of that pretty neck that he now owned, littered with his marks and clouding his better judgement with the perfume you had on, the morning espresso and sweet pheromones that tore his inhibitions piece by piece.

Dean had snapped five minutes earlier, straight lifting you onto the kitchen island, the only brace being the edge of it. From there, you’d felt his lips on yours, hand moving up to rest on your throat, movements hard, demanding, as he grabbed your shin and pulled you closer.

Now he was kissing down the valley of your chest, kneading one in his palm over the fabric of your bra as the other snaked around to undo the clasp. He looked up at you as the bra and torn open blouse fell away, lipstick smeared, hair all messed up and no longer neat, with your skirt bunched up around your waist and showing your clothed pussy, the material covering it soaked.

There was a switch in his brain.

He began kissing every freckle he could reach on your body, his index hooking into the band of your panties, pulling and snapping them against your skin, making you jolt and whine his name. “So damn sensitive.” He chuckled, the words sending vibrations against your skin. “Don’t get touched much on the job, huh?” He slapped your thigh when your only response was a whimper. “Words.”

“No, Dean.” You replied shakily, and Dean bit his lip and groaned, though you didn’t catch the first part as his mouth was hovering above your collarbone. But then he raised his head up to face you, and you saw the extent of what you’d done to him. Hair sticking up in different directions, lips swollen and reddened, neck covered in your lipstick prints, tie no longer there and shirt partway undone. He looked like a wet dream.

He grinned slightly, nudging your nose with his before nipping your bottom lip. “S’what I like to hear.” Then he bent by your ear, removing your panties with a flourish. “Be loud for me, sweetheart. Wanna hear you scream-”

“Hey, you listening? Homicides and organised crime across the States not interestin’ enough for you, princess?” You stopped staring at the wall, the apparently very interesting wall with its boring, cream, floral wallpaper, and your eyes landed on Agent Winchester sitting on the bed, scratching his scruff in irritation, the laptop set on those powerful thighs in the slacks which looked like they were practically painted on. Green eyes set on you, eyebrow quirked, long, thick fingers resting on the keyboard of his laptop. Shirt straining on that broad chest in a way that should be illegal. Ironic because you’re the FBI of all people. Had you not worked together, you’d have straddled him on that bed, unbuttoned your blouse and- “Cause I’m not repeating this once more after this.”

Of course it was your imagination.

“Y-Yeah, go ahead.” You nodded, doing a quick check of yourself. Blouse intact, skirt was firmly ending at your lower thigh as usual, and by your discreet mission to rub your thighs together, you gathered intel that your panties were still on. Albeit soaked through.

You were gonna have to change those before it became a distraction.

Oh, boy, sweet Jesus, holy guacamole, you were in trouble.

But at least you could revisit that daydream at night. And maybe have him finish off the job the next time around.

This was so unprofessional.

I’d appreciate feedback in the forms of comments and reblogs, lovelies! Thanks for reading!

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[darkuselesssomebody]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader

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words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.

a/n || this is for @toxicanonymity's boyd-a-thon fundraiser where $10 is donated to PCRF for every (up until 30 total) fic she gets about a Boyd Holbrook character. this is the link for more information on the writing event: boyd-a-thon!! I think it's so fun: building community, getting some great content and donating to a very worthy cause. if you're interested, please check them and the fundraiser out.

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them

➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smutty/slightly dark

➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!

➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!

➵ dubcon

➵ manhandling/cloth ripping

➵ abuse of power

➵ groping

she really wasn't the typical co-ed.

especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.

of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.

and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.

unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.

she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.

"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.

"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.

it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.

"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.

"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.

"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.

"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.

"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.

"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.

"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.

"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.

"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.

"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.

her face grows hotter.

"whatever you say."

--

miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.

it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.

she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.

she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.

"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.

"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.

"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.

"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.

"fine."

the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.

"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.

"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.

"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.

"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.

"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.

"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.

"yes."

"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."

it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.

it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?

at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.

he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.

unfortunately not.

a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.

"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.

a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.

"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.

"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."

--

she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.

after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.

steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.

she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.

her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.

she's a good girl.

that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.

"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.

"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.

"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.

"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.

"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.

"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.

to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…

"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.

"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"

"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.

"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.

her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?

"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?

"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.

"wait, what?!"

"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."

her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.

"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.

"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.

"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"

"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"

she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.

"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"

her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.

"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.

a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.

"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.

for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.

"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.

"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.

"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.

he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'

"wait, but you said-"

"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.

"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.

"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.

"yes, officer." she mumbles.

"good girl."

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon 2 Prompt #15

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Inexperienced Dabi accidentally overhears Shig negotiating with a potential sub. The sub ends up declining but Dabi is flustered, surprised by Shig's experience, and very turned on. He approaches Shig about it. Would love for Dabi to get tied up and spoiled until he cries.

Contents: BDSM, dom/sub, dacryphilia, bondage, orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, overstimulation. 

The base they're at now, Dabi doesn't really think is one of AFO's other ventures. All For One was a potato of a supervillain who seemed to get off exclusively on his own fucked-up power-hungry self. Dabi doesn't think that he was funding a BDSM club outside of Kamino that is a barely-legal hole in the wall with a shitty love hotel attached to it. But whatever connections AFO's network has to this place means that they are able to stay here while they figure out their next moves, and they can get drinks at the bar as long as they keep Toga completely out of sight in the halls or around the building. Fine by him. He is just glad he doesn't have to go without booze, even if it does mean he's also seeing a lot of the other patrons as they have their play all over the little club when he comes back after a day of recruiting absolutely no one and wants to take the edge off of his stinging nerves. 

When he spots Shigaraki sitting at one of the tables with another man across from him, the guy skinny with lavender skin, tousled black hair, and in the tiniest set of lingerie that Dabi has ever seen outside of porn, he doubts that he's a recruit. But maybe he didn't get the memo about the fact they're apparently untouchable here, and he starts to make his way over, listening for his boss's voice under the thrum of the music and the sounds of pleasure that are coming from elsewhere in the club. 

"Remember last time," The man is practically batting his eyelashes at Shigaraki. "You tied me up so I was suspended upside down and fucked my throat? That was so hot. I would love to have another session like that." 

Dabi blinks and looks around, like someone is going to pull out a candid camera and tell him that he's being punked. But the rest of the club is having conversations similar to this or actually just going for it instead. What the fuck? He had assumed, because he hasn't really had time to hook up with people when he's been so focused on his villainy, and given Spinner and Shigaraki's similar interests, that none of them had time for that shit. But Shigaraki is leaning back in the booth, arm against the back of it, his red eyes picking apart this guy like he's perfectly comfortable with this situation. 

"I remember," Duster's voice is cold as ice when he speaks. "That you lied to me about having an up-to-date STI test and when I ended the session early, you went and got drunk before ambushing me outside so you could throw a hissy fit. You are a shit sub and not worth my, or anyone else's, time until you actually learn how to respect your partner's boundaries. Get the fuck out of my sight before I tell Aki about the shit you pulled with me. You'll be lucky if she doesn't make you trip into traffic on your way home." 

Two dark, splotchy spots of purple appear on his cheeks and the guy doesn't look like he's going to back off without a fight, and the truth is, if he gets too uppity, he could compromise this location for them. So Dabi comes up to the other side of the booth and breathes out a stream of smoke and embers as he glares down at the stranger. 

"This guy causing trouble, boss?" 

Shigaraki's eyes flick to him. "I certainly hope not." He has a glass of scotch and is tracing four fingers around the rim as he looks at the man. "Because useless things that cause us trouble," he drops his last finger to the glass and the contents gray and turn to dust as the glass crumbles apart to the table, "Don't tend to make it very far." 

The purple of his skin nearly grays out and the guy gets up quickly and exits the booth. “You know what, I don’t think we’re a good fit.” 

Dabi watches him go before he turns back to Shig to just tell him he's going back to the rooms. He's not expecting how having Shigaraki's eyes on him again, knowing what he does now about what he gets up to recreationally, makes his whole body feel unfamiliarly warm. 

"Sorry. I was hoping that we wouldn't have any run-ins with any of my former subs." 

"Didn't know you would have... former subs." 

Shigaraki shrugs. "Everyone has to blow off steam some way. Haven't found anything here that you like? Pretty sure I saw Twice barking for a busty blond." 

Beneath his scars, Dabi has his mother's fair coloring and he knows immediately, as soon as he hears that, he knows that all of the unscarred portions of his cheeks are going bright red. 

Shig raises a brow, his eyes looking hungrier. "...But it's fine if none of this is for you. Spinner isn't interested either." 

And Dabi does not want to give the impression that he's as inexperienced as Spinner who saw his first naked tit in real life and immediately had to dart away to hide the lizard in his pants. "Not uninterested." He says as casually as he can. "Just haven't found what I'm looking for yet." 

"... Maybe I could help with that, firefly." 

Dabi is so embarrassed that he walked himself into this situation, and so weirdly turned on hearing Shigaraki use that nickname for him, he sits his ass down at the table as Shig orders them each a drink. 

///

"Don't be nervous, baby." Shigaraki kept him talking for hours, realizing way more quickly than Dabi wanted, that he was completely out of his depth when it came to sex. But he hadn't made fun of him. He'd explained things, walked him around the club and told people he was 'in training' and they had talked to him too. Told him what to expect from a dom or sub, proper etiquette, how to ask for help if something happened he didn't know how to handle, and no one had blinked at his scars or the fact he was so inexperienced. That had made him feel... better. Good enough that when Shigaraki turned down doing anything 'hands-on' for the night, he hadn't felt the sting of rejection. He just wanted him to sleep on it. 

Dabi had, and now he's in Shigaraki's room, red silk ribbon being gently looped around his limbs, Duster shirtless over him as he lays completely exposed on the bed. "Easy for you to say. You're not naked and tied up." 

"You could burn away these ropes before I could take off my gloves." Tomura smiles at him. He thought that this would be all growled words, slaps, hair pulling, and rough fucking. But Shigaraki has been pressing kisses to his skin before the ribbon crosses it, his fingers tracing over his body lightly too. He's smiling. His words are tinged with sweetness that is, embarrassingly, making Dabi hard even with only the light touches against his skin. "You look so pretty all wrapped up in my color, firefly." arms are tied behind his back, the ribbon wrapped around his chest so that it cups his chest and pushes his pecks out more, and... Shigaraki is starting to work the knots along the tops of his thighs, lashing his calves against them. "Are you still comfortable? No pinching?" 

"Green," he says, still flushing as he tries so hard to show the other that he learned from the lessons last night. 

"Good boy." He teases his fingers up Dabi's cock and that sends him whimpering, his whole body trembling in his bonds as such a small touch puts pleasure through his entire body. "It feels so good to just surrender, doesn't it, baby boy?" 

Dabi doesn't want to answer him, the humiliation making his skin start to smoke. But he has to if he wants to follow the rules. "...Yes, sir." If he doesn't follow the rules, Shigaraki will have to stop and all the warmth in his eyes will be replaced with the same disgust that he held for that other man. Dabi couldn't stand seeing the light for him leave someone else's eyes. 

"You're going to surrender everything to me tonight, Dabi." There's so much heat in his voice even as he smiles. He catches the knot across the top of one of his thighs and loops a fresh section of ribbon through it, pulling it up so he can secure it to one of the knots at his chest. Then he does the other and Dabi realizes that he is completely exposed to the other man in a way he's never been with another person before. "We're going to start with your body, baby." He moves his hand back to Dabi's cock and starts to stroke him more deliberately. Works him up until Dabi is dripping and he's certain that he's going to cum-- and then he pulls his hand away and brings back more of the ribbon tying knots around his balls and along his length until the pressure of his orgasm is trapped inside in a way it never has been before and there are tears trickling over his temples as he's denied his pleasure the way he was told he would be. "Then your dignity. Oh, baby, you're so cute when you're weeping as much as your cute little cock." Tomura coos. "And by the time we're done, your mind is going to belong to me too, pretty boy. There's not going to be a thought left behind those lovely eyes except for how to please me enough to earn your reward. I can't wait to see you so obedient, firefly. Makes me excited just thinking about it." 

Dabi wonders if he should get so excited too that his head goes foggy when Shigaraki shifts his body so his head is hanging off of the edge of the bed and the other man opens his pants so he can pull out his half-hard cock. He thinks the laugh he gets out of the other when he sees his tied up cock twitch and try to drip a little more pre as he rubs himself against Dabi's lips probably says he wasn't expecting his mind to slip away so quickly. But Dabi has always been eager to please. He doesn't mind being even more so when he believed Shigaraki when he said that he would make his first time as perfect as he could. This is definitely better than whatever drunken hookup he might have had otherwise. When he ends the night, crying even harder and begging Tomura to stop because he's had three orgasms from his cock and two from his prostate, he doesn't think that there's any other word but perfect to describe the experience.

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[total-drama-brainrot]

i just posted a silly impulsive headcanon in the discord off the top of my head, but now that i'm thinking about it...

let's say, during their stay in jamaica (or maybe in a later season/different show altogether?) the contestants are staying in hotel rooms for simplicities' sake. and due to the number of them, they're paired up. not an issue, right?

noah goes to join owen in his room, but he's already partnered up with tyler (or whomever), so noah's left with only alejandro as an option. great. again, it's whatever, it's only temporary. at least they'll be able to sleep in proper beds, so things are still looking up!

oh, they've been given the last available room? it's got the queen bed? oh sweet! so they've got bigger beds than the others? no?

wait. what do you mean "only one bed?"

oh shit oh fuck he's totally doomed.

well, they'll just have to make do. noah isn't about to cause a fuss about his sleeping arrangements, he's already tired enough from the plane crash itself and the challenges they competed in. what's the worst that could happen?

(he steadfastly ignores the Very Possible Outcome of his unfortunate sleeping habit, even when various headlines pertaining to a certain awake-a-thon incident race across his vision like spectres. because it's NOT going to happen again.)

alejandro also takes the news with his usual levels of grace and poise- all of that social training as the son of a diplomat has done him well- though noah can just tell by the tenseness in his shoulders and the stiffness of his posture that he's not as calm about the situation as he'd like the others to believe.

whatever. it's just a bed, who cares?

when they're getting ready to sleep- in an actual bed, what a luxury!- noah and alejandro gingerly climb into their respective sleep wears, both facing the opposite direction. this is the first time the whole season that they've been allowed the opportunity to sleep in their actual pyjamas. you know, since they haven't exactly had beds.

alejandro, dressed in his tank top and sleep shorts (he'd usually sleep in just the shorts, but the thought of doing so whilst sharing a sleep space seemed inappropriate), turns to climb into their queen bed only to see noah, who is already dressed in his own loose t-shirt and shorts, stepping into a pair of sweatpants and pulling a thick looking sweater over his sleepwear. what the fuck?

the room they're in isn't even cold, they're in jamaica?

even worse, noah's actively putting on a pair of fluffy socks. who wears socks to bed?

and then, then, the absolute mad lad reaches into his luggage and pulls out an equally fluffy dressing gown (or bathrobe/housecoat, same thing tbf), wrapping it around himself like a winter coat as if he's somehow cold in his two- now three- layers. it's almost 26°c out there! (80°f)

and the psycho smiles to himself, breathing out a sigh of contented air (and, alejandro notices, uncurling from his slightly hunched over posture, as if he'd been trying to conserve heat), as if he's not sweating his ass off under his three weather inappropriate layers!

so, as a concerned team leader, alejandro points out the obvious; he shouldn't be wearing so many layers to bed, he's going to get heat stroke.

but noah argues back; he naturally runs cold, especially when he's asleep.

and alejandro briefly recalls the amount of times he's noticed a napping noah shivering in his sleep despite wearing his usual three layers of clothing and the jet itself being kept a consistent room temperature for all it's faults, but his logic reasons that even so noah still doesn't need to wear socks to bed (it's immoral).

eventually noah gives up defending his (objectively wrong) decision to wear thick layered clothing and socks to bed and just climbs under the covers (discarding the dressing gown on the way, he's not completely insane), huffing in annoyance as he curls up at the edge of the mattress and makes a point of ignoring his company.

alejandro also sighs to himself, though whether it's in defeat or exasperation he isn't entirely sure, and carefully slots himself onto the opposite edge of the bed.

the two fall asleep in a tense silence with almost a meter of space between them.

which is why it's surprising when alejandro wakes up a few hours later, absolutely boiling under the heated weight practically glued to his side.

noah's iconic hair, softer in texture that it's usually neat waves would imply, tickles at his neck whilst the cynic's face is pressed firmly into his chest. his sweater-clad arms and wrapped almost possessively around his shoulders and his legs and tangled between the latino's own. whilst the added pressure is nice bearable, alejandro is sweating his life out beneath the warmth of another body.

when he tries to unpeel his clingy companion from his side, a sleeping noah seems to take that as a challenge and digs his hands into the taller's shoulders, which is when alejandro realises that despite everything noah's hands are freezing to the touch. how?! the two of them end up even further entwined than before, as his escape efforts only lead to noah wrapping his body even tighter around alejandro like a particularly stubborn boa constrictor until he had the shorter practically sleeping on top of him- as if alejandro himself was the mattress, or some oversized teddy bear.

it's... not an ideal situation.

alejandro kicks the duvet off of the pair, prompting a shiver from the wannabe koala attached to him, but the freedom from the oppressive heat outweighs any remorse he would've felt for depriving his companion from potential heat stroke. without the oven-like heat of the duvet, having the warmth of another curled up against him is actually pretty nice, and alejandro soon finds unconsciousness washing over him like the (comparatively) cool air of their room.

noah wakes up as sunlight filters into their suite, his face tucked firmly into alejandro's neck as the taller cradles him between his arms, deep slumbering breaths making his chest periodically rise and fall against noah's own. his arms are wrapped around the spaniard's waist, cold hands gripping loosely at the fabric of his tank top, and their legs are to tangled together that it takes the bookworm a few moments to figure out which ones are his.

he's warm, for once, and it's wonderful. he barely spares a thought at how awkward the situation is going to be when they're both awake and just presses himself further into alejandro's inviting warmth, mouth twitching into a smile, as he drifts back to sleep.

[icemankazansky]

Heeeey Carly! For your icemav au hotel write-a-thon, how about a restaurant au? Ice is the highly talented but kinda prickly head chef at a place that's getting good reviews but needs to bring in extra cash with more customers. Management brings in a hotshot bartender, Maverick, who becomes super popular for his talent (a la Cocktail). Bonus points for other 86 movie peeps working in the restaurant too!

Heeeeey! I know this took a minute, but it came out at over 4,000 words, so that's why. Thank you for the prompt; if you send me your AO3 name, I will gift it to you on the platform.

Chef's Kiss

(Restaurant AU, Iceman/Maverick, PG-13)

Solomon's star chef, Iceman Kazansky, is less than thrilled when restaurateur Warlock hires a flashy new bartender. The new bartender has different feelings on the matter, however.

Enjoy! :)

[embrosegraves]

𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓎

Mind Reader!Sebastian Vettel x Male!Reader Reader is a daydreamer, who loves to dream about their future. Sebastian is a mind reader...and also Reader's boyfriend.

1k Read-a-thon (!!!!) || (main) || (sebastian)

Everyone has dreamt of their future at least once in their life. Whether or not someone can admit to it is a different thing entirely. Some people love dreaming of the future, some people hate it. Some people like the idea of dreaming about it, but think it’s better to focus on the present. Y/n was someone who loved dreaming. He would spend hours and hours just imagining what his future would look like. His dreams of the future were always changing. When he was little, Y/n would imagine that he was going to live in a floating castle in the clouds with all his stuffed animals for company. When he was in primary school, he’d imagine that he’d live in a big treehouse with all his friends. At the beginning of high school, he imagined that he’d live in a cute suburban house with a nice girl, and they’d have a dog and maybe a cat. 

It wasn’t until Y/n was in university for a degree in environmental engineering, that he experienced something that would change his life forever. 

His first gay thought. 

Y/n had assumed, since his dream of living with a nice girl was incredibly short lived, that he was asexual. Or more accurately, aromantic. 

He was, evidently, wrong. 

He had gone on a class trip to watch a Formula One race in 2014. Why was the class trip to an event that was not environmentally friendly? Y/n didn’t know, he was just happy to be included. Though no amount of happiness could disguise his disdain for how bad the fuel consumption was for the planet. 

Since the class was full of adults, they were all allowed to do as they’d pleased. They only had to make sure that they met at the hotel lobby every morning and every evening. So Y/n had gone to explore the paddock (somehow his lecturer had gotten the school to pay for three day paddock passes and Y/n was not about to complain). It was during his paddock exploration that Y/n had bumped into who he thought was the most cocky�� and attractive– man in the world. 

Sebastian fucking Vettel. 

Had Y/n known previously about Sebastian’s abilities, he would’ve made sure not to think so explicitly. 

But Y/n didn’t know. And so who could blame him for thinking about Sebastian and what Y/n could only assume was nothing less than the physique of a Greek God with a tastefully enticing sleeper build. 

Sebastian certainly didn’t, that’s for sure. 

In fact, if someone were to ask Sebastian now how he’d felt after accidentally reading Y/n thoughts that day, he’d probably be a little bashful and maybe even a little modest. If you’d asked Sebastian the same question back then? The bastard would probably smirk and say something along the lines of how he always knew he could pull men and women. 

Sebastian had had the time of his life, going out of his way to talk with and read the unfiltered, borderline raunchy, thoughts of the man who ‘smiled and blushed so prettily’. 

The rest was history. Sebastian had managed to exchange phone numbers with Y/n, who over the years had managed to instil in Sebastian the importance of environmental sustainability. Sebastian had been very blunt about his attraction to Y/n, and in turn Y/n had been a blushing, flustered mess as he confessed to his own attraction to the German. 

They’d started dating and they were happy, incredibly content with each other. Y/n witnessed as Sebastian mellowed a little when in public, slowly starting to no longer live up to his ‘Menace of Red Bull’ persona. Of course, as they both grew older, Sebastian had slowed down in terms of being a pest to the other drivers, however that had not meant that he completely mellowed out in private. 

He would occasionally do something that reassured Y/n that Sebastian was still the cocky, smug bastard that he was when they’d met. 

As they spent more and more years together, it was evident that they were not the only thing to change. The world around them was changing and soon same-sex couples were given the right to marry. Marrying Sebastian was something that Y/n had often dreamed about. The scenario had always played out differently but the overall message and desire remained the same. 

Y/n was more than ready to spend the rest of his life with Sebastian. 

It was because of your recurring thoughts of marriage that Sebastian had decided that he needed to have what could potentially be the most important conversation ever with Y/n. He was going to tell his boyfriend the truth about how Sebastian had always managed to know exactly what Y/n wanted for his birthdays, or how he’d always been able to know what Y/n needed before Y/n even had time to realise himself. 

It was a shock to Y/n’s system when Sebastian had told him about being able to read his mind. So much so that the very first words Y/n managed to say to him were, “So it’s like Edward from Twilight?”

Sebastian had laughed loudly, before explaining that it was more like Queenie from Fantastic Beasts. “Oh…” Y/n had said, “So when we first met–?” Sebastian smirked. “Oh yeah, I saw all of those vivid thoughts in your pretty head..” “A-all of it…?” Y/n asked, eyes wide at the realisation that his first thoughts of Sebastian were in fact, not as private as he’d originally assumed. 

“All of it.” 

Y/n was silent for a moment before–

“Don’t be smug, you rat bastard. I could’ve been thinking of someone else.” 

“No, I seem to remember a very detailed image of my body–”

“Ahlalalala, I can’t hear you, lalalalalala…”

I honestly don't even know what to say. I'm simultaneously upset at having to redo this whole fic but also I feel glad that I'm at least happy with what I managed to rewrite.

The original version was probably not as humorous, but I felt that given the situation, I needed at least some crack fic element to this.

(I also made some friend rice to make myself feel better after writing this, and boy oh boy did that work) ((Thank you for reading <3 I love you so much <33))

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[mister-fisch]

Things that have been stuck in my head for the past week Jun 13 -Jun 20 (I probably forgot some lol)

Jun 13

•Um,it's kind of alot-Will Wood

•Against the kitchen floor -Will Wood

•White Noise-Will Wood

•Beatpop Girl-a-thon-Talkshow boy

•The monolog from White Noise-Live at The Vermont Hollywood,Los Angeles,CA

•The Healthy song-DHMIS

•The Vending machine song-DHMIS

•Cicada days-Will Wood

•Blood and bones-Blake Robsinson synthetic orchestra

Jun 14

•Cabinet Man-Lemon Demon

•Ruler of everything-Tally hall

•The monolog from White Noise-Live at The Vermont Hollywood,Los Angeles,CA

•I/Me/Myself-Will wood

•Front street live monolog from the Will Wood Barbecue

•Front Street-Will Wood

•Gilded cog-Jamface

•Coitus with regulations-Jamface

•The waluigi hallelujah parody

•Revenge-Captain Sparkles

•Massah Please-Jamface

•The song with 5 names-Will wood and the tapeworms

•The new year new you eddsworld episode

•We are number one-Lazy town

•Story of undertale

•Against the kitchen floor-Will Wood

•6oh5out(pro/con)-Will Wood and the tapeworms

•Zen master-Jamface

•BlackBoxWarrior(okultra)-Will Wood

•Welcome to the black parade-My chemical romance

•Too many cooks

•I'm not ok-My chemical romance

•Akido(Neurotic Erotic)-Will Wood and the tapeworms

•Hand me my shovel I'm going in-Will Wood and the tapeworms

Jun 15

•Against the kitchen floor-Will Wood

•Don't come knocking-Holy locust

•Willard-Will Wood

•Modify-Lemon demon

•The computer song-DHMIS

•White noise-Will wood

•You didn't know-Hazbin Hotel

Jun 16

•The song with 5 names-Will Wood and the tapeworms

•Black hat from Villianous saying my domain

•Another man's grave-Amigo the devil

•As your father I expressly forbid it-Lemon demon

•White Noise live at the Vermont Hollywood-Will Wood

Jun 17

•Taco Tuesday-Ankle grease

•Coffee,god,and cigarettes-Mischeif Brew

•Roundabout-Yes!

Jun 18

•Lunchbox Friends-Melanie Martinez

•Love me normally-Will wood

•Suppertime-Little shop of horrors

•Feed me(Git it!)-Little shop of horrors

Jun 19

•Love,me normally-Will Wood

•Zen master-Jamface

•Coitus with regulations-Jamface

•If I believed-Twisted:The untold story of a royal vizier

•Letter from death row-Amigo the devil

•Another man's grave-Amigo the devil

•Moth to the flame-LuLuYam

•Against the kitchen floor-Will Wood

•Drop for everyhour-Amigo the devil

•Stuff is way-They might be giants

Jun 20

•Everything and More-Twisted:The untold story of a royal vizier

•"Many years ago,i took my finger,pushed in my penis,and it hasn't come out since"-Twisted:The untold story of a royal vizier

•No one remembers Achmed- Twisted:The untold story of a royal vizier

•Massah please-Jamface

•Broadway Joe-Jamface

And a bonus,the song i woke up in my head this morning,Jun 21: White Noise-Will Wood

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[whywhatswrongwithblue]

FUCK-A-THON MASTERLIST

This is incredibly overdue, my apologies, but here's a masterlist of every "First Time" submission we got for the fuck-a-thon!

Every Lovely Little Thing by @thirdeyeblue (20k)

On their first night together after years of separation, the Doctor and Rose finally give in to their long-buried feelings, exploring their love for the very first time.

2. see the stars by @queenofthecon (6.5k)

“Sorry,” he said with a grin, not sorry at all, still with his hand cradling her face. “It’s just that I realised I can do that now, I can just kiss you in the morning, well, whenever I fancy really, if you’re amenable. And the thought crossed my mind like, ‘well, why aren’t you kissing Rose right now?’ and here we are. Kissing.”

Post-Journey's End, the Doctor and Rose navigate his newfound humanity together.

3. Irresistible by @dreamcaught (6k)

When they were together before, the Doctor never felt those urges, but he's always wanted to be with her in whatever way he knew how. Rose reflects on how their relationship has grown and changed since the love of her life has become human, and they decide together to explore a physical relationship for the very first time.

4. Hunger by @metacrisisdoctor (5k)

His hands are out his pockets milliseconds later. He walks over to her in three large steps and cups her face in her hands and pulls her mouth to his. It's a hard, bruising kiss. It's a kiss he's held in far too long. It's the kiss of a man who stood at the grave of the woman he loves, and has been gifted with her resurrection.

5. Forever by @demdifferentstories-29 (5.5k)

The Doctor and Rose's night in Norway after saving the universe(s) leads to big steps in their relationship, because they finally have their forever.

6. barcelona by @hellaleg (7k)

“I would wait forever for you, Rose. You are it for me. And now I’m here with you with none of the things that were holding me back before and I’m ready to dive headfirst with you.” He places a soft kiss on her knuckles. “But only if you are too.” --- Not everything is easy for Rose & the Doctor back in Pete's World, but the one thing that is is loving one another.

7. Patience by @demdifferentstories-29 (6.5k)

One month after the Metacrisis was born and chosen by Rose Tyler, the pair are living in domestic bliss and their lives are perfect. However, they haven't had sex yet, and the tension and frustration is starting to boil over.

8. Loving the Insatiable by @thirdeyeblue (16k)

The Doctor is trapped in a hotel where aliens have pumped in a bunch of mind-altering pollen in order to 'humanely incapacitate' the people within.

The former Time Lord is forced to quarantine inside until the effects wear off... during which time he has suspiciously avoided contacting Rose.

Meanwhile, Rose finds herself desperately trying to figure out how to help him. Why is he so hesitant to explain the full extent of his symptoms?

[tadssstrange]

(maybe I should do some greetings post for people that come to my profil?)

(ya, that sound like good idea)

Greetings Newcomer!

♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

(fuck, nobody actually says Newcomer, Tad you are an idiot)

*ekhem*

(nobody do that in text ya know?)

*EKHEM*

(Tad you prick)

My name is Tad! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

(no shit Sherlock)

This is my main nick scince... ever, it's been so long that I treat it like a second name. Even one of my OC is called Tad Strange! (But I didn't show him yet)

(Tad you egocentric fuck, nobody care)

I'm a minor, soo plsss act normal here (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

(like someone actually wanned you)

My favorite Singer is Will Wood! And the fav genre is... (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) everything that (for me) sounds cool!

(that not telling anyone anything)

My main intrest are games, cartoons and Anime (aka. I'm nerd) and sometimes other media (books and shows) my favorite game is Deltarune and fav mangas are Shadow house and Sachi-iro no one room! (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

My main fandoms are:

•Deltarune/Undertale

•Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel

•The Amazing Digital Circus

•Disenchantment

•Welcome Home

•South Park

•Dayshift at frieddy's/Dialtown

•Cuphead

•Good Omens

•Don't hug me I'm scared

•Steven Universe

•Spooky month

•Will Wood

(The first 3 are the one that I am the most hipperfixated right now [it might change])

My pronous are he/she/they/it/thon so if you were so nice that if you use all in turns

(the second part of this scence sounds weird, that what you get for using google translator)

I'm a lesbian :3

(once again, nobody care)

I don't have dni, but simply because I like to arguing with people, so that would be weird if I argue with people that I don't want to interact with me ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Sadly I'm the one shy kid, I want to talk to more people on the internet to became more conffident (and gets some more friends) (⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠)

I'm 5'7" right now (171-172 cm)

This place is ofcorse safe for queer/trans/and neurodivergent people! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

(because it would be weird for me if wasn't)

I might have adhd but I'm kinda to afraid to get diagnosis, so I propably get it when I grow up (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

For some people that like typology I'm INFP 7w8

Anyway, I Hope you will like it here! I will try to make this place safe for everyone! And we became friends! (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

Bye-bye! ⁽⁠⁽⁠◝⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠௰⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠◜⁠⁾⁠⁾

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #9

Pairing: Shigadabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: From @zehei, Alien!Dabi from their previous commission Hunter's Favorite with feminization.

Contents: Alien!Dabi, hermaphrodite!Dabi, mating cycle/heat, infertile egg, feminization, non-human genitalia, oral sex, fingering

Tomura really had no idea what to expect when he took Dabi off of his planet and out into the wider universe with him, but he knows he didn’t expect to find that Salkeh were incredibly adaptable and beyond clever. He’s pretty sure the only reason that they hadn’t achieved space travel on their own is because each small family unit spends all of their time making sure that their egg bearer is well taken care of throughout their heat. But they don’t need to hunt to get Dabi the food he needs to ensure that his egg is born healthy, and as the Galactic Foundry is able to outlaw the sale of Salkeh eggshells unless a Salkeh themself are selling the remnants of their eggs, Tomura stops having to take poaching jobs. One of Dabi’s eggs sells for hundreds of thousands of credits, the unique wavy patterns of the outer shell already being well-sought after, and the aurora borealis glow that the inside of the shell makes as it oxidizes means that the wealthiest of people across the galaxy want it to be made into jewelry and nicknacks that showcase their status at just being able to find something so rare. The money is all nice, but Tomura definitely just likes it because it means that he gets to book hotels like this one for them to spend Dabi’s entire heat in. 

The lavish room has a large circular bed sunk into the floor and he’s brought two bags of their own pillows and blankets so that his little mate could be as comfortable as possible. He was able to have four servings of roasted bone marrow sent up to their room along with two plates of beef tartare, and a special treat of piles of whipped cream and fresh fruit– though he was very very clear that there could be absolutely no papaya that could poison the Salkeh– and as soon as Dabi was in their nest and Tomura was bringing him his food, he started purring. Tomura’s chest is tight from how adorable Dabi looks. The Salkeh is around four feet tall, a long, thin tail with a tuft of dark fur at the end of it that is nearly as long as his body. The rest of him is covered in a fine, but very, very tough, white fur that has varying splotches of the darker color over it, long pointed ears sitting at the top of his head with a messy nest of black hair, big blue eyes with pupils that are blown wide as his sharp fangs crunch all the way through the bone once he’s licked out every drop of the tender marrow, claws glossy and black on his fingers and toes, his feet more bird-like than anything else. He’s cute and small, and when people notice his eyes and size first, they think he might be young. But his species is just small, after some discussion and some math, Tomura learned that Dabi is actually four years older than himself as far as earth years go. 

Dabi finishes the last bone, having started with the meat, and licks his claws clean before using a napkin to wipe away whatever his tongue missed. Tomura expects him to start in on the dessert, his heat always making Dabi absolutely ravenous because he barely eats when he’s actually in it, but instead Dabi coils his tail around Tomura’s wrist and tugs him closer. He goes happily, crawling into the nest with him. Dabi purrs louder as he lays back against the pillows and blankets, the smell of citrus and lemongrass starting to waft around them as his body heats. 

“You’re not still hungry?” 

“I’m hungry for my mate.” Dabi responds easily, spreading open his legs. He usually can’t see his cock or his cunt, and his cock isn’t out yet, just barely pressing against his sheath, the lips of his cunt opening more readily and already starting to flush in sharp contrast to his white fur. Tomura leans in and gives Dabi a kiss, which he accepts happily, but he wants his hands and mouth elsewhere, and Tomura isn’t going to make him wait. He knows that no matter how they’ve discovered they like to play at other times, when Dabi is getting into his heat, abstaining or edging crosses the threshold into genuine pain all too quickly. 

He brings a hand between Dabi’s legs, thumbing over the barest press of his cock, and half-purring himself, “You’re so cute like this, princess.” It’s amazing how kinkiness has been able to transcend species barriers, and how readily Dabi has been eager to explore ones that Tomura hadn’t even tried before. His mate always has a giggle about people mistaking his gender because he’s an egg layer, but he likes it when Tomura calls him his baby girl when he’s playing with him. “Like you have a pretty little clit.” He strokes his thumb over him again and feels his cock pressing out a little more from his sheath as he kisses down along his chest. His fur is fine and deceptively soft under his lips as he does so, delighting in being able to feel the vibrations of Dabi’s purrs beneath his mouth. Dabi spreads his legs as wide as he can when he moves between them, but they always end up hooked over his shoulders, his three talons and dew claws digging into his back and leaving him with a distinctive line of scars that he delights in seeing whenever he catches sight of them in the mirror. 

He moves between his legs and immediately drags his tongue in one long lick over him, from his center up to his emerging cock, circling his tongue over it twice before closing his lips around it, the taste of him that herbal lemony tang that he’s started to crave when they don’t have time for this. He sucks gently on the tip of his cock, coaxing it out as his lover moans and digs his claws into Tomura’s skin as he does, and then he moves his mouth down to his cunt. He’s gushing properly now, definitely in his heat given how quickly the slick has started to soak their nest, and he licks inside of him, trying to get his muscles to loosen up for him. His walls squeeze his tongue in a burning, constrictive wetness that he knows feels a million times better around his cock, but he lives for the sounds of his princess falling apart for him. He’s more than happy to bring him to his first orgasm with his tongue and fingers alone as he takes three to play with his baby’s cute cock, teasing the little bumps of bone that line his underside beneath his skin. 

He’s barely started working his mate to the edge when Dabi tangles a hand in his hair, careful not to slice through his scalp or hair with his claws, and pulls on his locks to get his attention. 

“What is it, baby girl?” Normally his lover can be patient for at least the first orgasm, needing to be stretched a bit before his smaller body can accommodate his much larger cock. He presses a kiss to the base of his cock, “What do you need?” 

“You will mate me properly, now.” Dabi insists, digging his talons into his back just hard enough he’s forced to move up his body if he doesn’t want to be skewered. “I can accept your cock without being prepped.” He can but it’s not as comfortable for either of them. 

“Why are you in such a rush, princess?” He asks, kissing at his neck, over his soft cheeks, and up to his forehead. Dabi starts purring again despite himself, especially when Tomura shifts his hand from his cock to his cunt and starts to press one finger inside to at least stretch him a bit before they move on. 

“I want my egg.” 

“Baby, it’s still going to take a few days.” It always takes at least two for him to be able to produce enough seed to satisfy Dabi’s body and get the egg to form, infertile because of their genetic incompatibility, but still. If he didn’t have a partner, it would take a full week before he produced a completely hollow one. 

“You have three. Mate me, now.” He rolls his hips and Tomura gives him a second finger to watch his back arch and his ears twitch so cutely as his eyes close and he lets out a soft mewl at the stretch. 

“Why three, baby girl? You know we have the room for eight.” They’ve never had Dabi’s heat last that long, but Tomura always wants to be safe. 

“But the house will only be available for three!” His mate whines. 

Tomura stops moving his fingers inside of him. “What house, Dabi?” 

Dabi is panting a little, his walls clenching around his fingers and a slight tremble going through him as he lays underneath his body, looking up at him with those big blue eyes. “I found a permanent nest for us. On Nesoter. If I can bring my egg to them in the next three days, it will be ours without any other payments. We can have a territory all our own.” Dabi was kicked out of his family because his coloration was unfavorable for hunting, because he should have stopped laying eggs when his younger brother was picked to carry on their bloodline, but his body never stopped. Tomura hasn’t had a real home since he was five. They’ve talked about settling down somewhere, but he didn’t realize that Dabi had actually found somewhere for them to live. 

“You’re amazing,” He murmurs because there isn’t room for any other words around the warmth in his chest. 

“Yes, that is why you worship me like royalty. Now make me a queen by giving me your cock.” 

“You’re not a cat.” 

“Nyan.” He scratches lightly at his skin, but Tomura doesn’t complain. He doesn’t care. He’ll happily fill up Dabi’s pretty pussy as many times as he wants it if it means that he can keep being as good to his mate as his mate is to him. 

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