#dark hand tip thingy

[mineko-mairhiel]

My submission for golden. And a more discernable version (found no other to show the gold watercolor)

I took golden very much literally but I had this composition in head for a while now and when I saw the prompt I went straight for it.

[karlachismylife]

Your writing scratches my brain in the same way that those head massager thingies scratch your head

Lol I got a shiver from thinking about that thing, oooh~

Thank you so much!! I'm so glad it does, I hope I'll be able to keep up ^^ Appreciate you a lot <3 Now I'm thinking about task force 141 and the head massager.

Gaz is sitting on the couch, watching one of the endless list of the series he actually keeps up with, relaxed with a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. As you sneak up on him from behind, careful not to slip in your socks, he doesn't reveal if he notices you, but he does - because as soon as the wires of the massager with little beads on their ends bury into his short curls, he hums appreciatively and almost closes his eyes. His head tilts to give you better access and allow him to keep watching the show from under his fluttering dark lashes, and if he could purr, he would, you think.

"Feels good, baby," his voice does sound like a purr, actually. After you get a little tired of melting your man into putty and stop, putting the device away, Kyle tilts his head all the way back to look at you upside down with a smile, and reaches his hand to pull you in for an inverted kiss over the couch backrest. "Although I still prefer your hands. Sit with me? There's a cute dog in this episode."

After you settle between his legs, he makes sure to give you a nice scalp massage too, kissing the crown of your head and wrapping his arms around your midsection afterwards.

When you sit across Price with that thing and scratch your scalp while you read through your book, he immediately notices and puts his work papers down, pushing his reading glasses down to the tip of his nose with a puzzled look.

"What are ya doing, sweetheart?" He sounds a little too confused and curious to not snort at it. Instead of straight up answering the question, though, you just lean over the table and carefully place the massager on the crown of his head, watching out for his reaction. His blue eyes stay focused on you sharply despite the smile slowly blooming on his face and crinkling little crow's feet in their corners, but after the first two test rubs through his thick hair you already notice that steel focus wavering, until John gives up and lets his eyes shut close completely. Even his face relaxes, that bright smile dimmed in favour of a blissfully out of it expression, and you actually feel butterflies in your tummy as you watch blush creeping up his face up to the round cheeks and the tips of his ears.

He actually hogs that little "brain whisk" as he calls it, and you catch him using it on his beard with an even more blissful look on his face more than one time.

Ghost actually looks at the poor wire thing with so much distrust that you can't even laugh at him - you've seen him eye some other self-care devices with same expression, like he's not entirely sure whether it's really just a massager or a tourture device. Or a sex thing. Or all three combined. He side-eyes you the whole time as you taunt him with it, delighted by the unease this huge man exudes from such an innocent thing - even though you clearly see the corner of his scarred mouth curling up after a couple minutes. "Keep tha' bloody thing away from me, eh?"

When he finally lets you push the spider legs of this thing over his head, freed from a black hood, he freezes. You actually feel all his muscles get rigid, little goosebumps of tension on visible patches of his skin. The only noise he makes, though, is a disapproving grunt when you try to get the massager away, so you reluctantly push it up and down again, confused by Simon's reaction.

What surprises you even more, though, is that after you tune out because of the repetitive movement, you suddenly hear a nasal snore. He bloody fell asleep under this thing's spell. And rest assured, he'll be bringing it to you like a dog with a toy, when he wants to get some sweet pre-nap scratches.

As soon as Soap notices the massager in your hands, he snatches it from you and tries to use it on you with a little too much force, leading to you squirming and kicking your legs as he promptly catches you in a headlock. It's only after several bites into his meaty forearm and a threat to kick him out to the couch for the night that he lets you go, proceeding to immediately hand you the torture device with the most pleading eyes you have ever seen.

"Please, bonnie? Ah cannae do it tae meself right, come on, Ah need yer help. Pretty please?" When you inevitably crack and agree to indulge him, Johnny drags you over to the couch and plops himself on the floor between your legs, his own crossed as he settles comfortably and locks his hands around his ankles. His reaction to the scratching his priceless, body hair standing up - even his mohawk seems to fluff up a bit - and his jaw going slack to the point where he's almost drooling on his own chest.

It's an adorable sight, really, just like all those pups on social media that go stupid as soon as the magic whisk touches their fluffy heads. You lean over to give your human puppy a kiss and tease him, but instead... "Johnny, for fuck's sake, did you really get hard from this thing?!"

Hyena shapeshifters!141 bonus: the boys absolutely love to get headscratches with this massager in their hyena form. Sure, it sometimes catches in their manes or even ears, but they just melt into fluffy spotted puddles, drool everywhere, whining and purring to the best of their abilities. Ghost definitely brings it to you in his teeth to ask for some relaxation, since this thing turns his thoughts off; Price for some reason has a tendency to sneeze when you use it on him in his hyenaform; Gaz still can't help his playing reflexes that make him try and catch your hand with the "toy" in it; and Soap shamelessly puts his fat spotted butt out, because he loves getting scratches on it just as much as on his head.

[nottswitch]

hii !! so for the celebration thingy ;

number: 3. character: tom riddle aesthetic (from the wheel) horror academia.

im ok w smut ! :) also have a good day

hey babes! thanks for sending a request, hope you’re having a good whatever time of the day it is for you 🤍 so, at first i wanted to reply and say that it’s me who’s supposed to choose the aesthetic, but i just really wanted to do this one with tom, because it fits so well!! so, your aesthetic is…

— horror academia

(reflects the difficulty and laborious workload of real academia, manifesting in the spooky, grim, dark, and monstrous horror ambience)

۶ৎ navigation ; masterlist ; tom m-list ; how to request ; 1k celebration

18+ smut

"baby."

tom’s clenched jaw and a small sidelong glare he shoots your way shows that he still very much doesn’t appreciate the pet name. you sigh, and your hands that have been massaging his shoulders move further down his body, over the planes of his chest, making the woolen fabric of his sweater wrinkle under your touch. his body doesn’t relax in the slightest.

"can you please-"

"not tired."

tom’s voice is firm and cold, but you hear the slightest bit of exhaustion there. you know he’s lying; as much as he adores keeping up the facade of being unbreakable, you‘ve known him long enough to see the signs: the shadows under his eyes, barely there, but noticeable under the dreary lighting in his dingy apartment; the way his hand shakes around the quill ever so slightly as he scribbles down some words you don’t understand (and don’t really want to).

you sigh again, somewhat frustrated, because of course he’d never admit to being out of it. slowly, you sink down onto your knees, crawling underneath his desk. he doesn’t even seem to notice, his eyes already in another huge crumbling tome.

your hands travel up his thighs, softly kneading the tense and undoubtedly cramped muscles. that seems to bring him out of his studious daze, and he leans back, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. you give him a small shrug and tug at the elastic of his cotton pants. he runs his hand over his face, slightly shaking his head.

"not in the mood,” he mutters, but you know he’s lying again. that’s what his hardening cock is telling you, anyway. you shake your head back and still your hand over the bulge that has formed at his front. several long seconds pass before he finally, finally leans against the back of the chair.

you let out a breath of relief and pull his pants down to his knees, met with the sight of his cock springing out against his lower abdomen. kissing up his length, you look up at him through your eyelashes only to see him close his eyes and tilt his head back, his lips parted and letting out short breaths. finally, he relaxes.

your tongue starts swirling around the tip, and you hear a moan from above. it’s quiet and soft, but you know what it means: he’s really, really tired. he barely ever moans, but right now, your tongue seems to be coaxing sounds out of him. feels nice.

when your mouth envelops him completely, tom gasps. when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, he lets out a ragged breath. his thighs take up the entirety of the narrow chair seat, so his hands hang slack, twitching every time your tongues makes a particularly firm movement. another moan breaks out of him as he spills down your throat, his whole body going limp above you.

"baby-"

"no."

"okay, tom. let’s go to bed? please?"

"not tired."

playlist

❥ you should see me in a crown by billie eilish

❥ so take this night by black lab

❥ shattered by trading yesterday

❥ born to burn by the neighbourhood

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[opaloharas]

dedication to you

hello !! long time no see to anyone reading this ~ i am back with a little somethin somethin i worked on this afternoon, inspired by some events that happened to me earlier ! a special thank you to @slushycoookie for telling me to write this <3 ily <3

warnings/tags: fluffy smut, cuddling, academic achievement, curvy reader, miguel being a munch, face sitting, miguel’s chest hair, fingering, praising, slight teasing, use of petnames that make me weak in the knees, two people in love love <3… k i think that’s it!

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Mmmph.. tell me again what your professor said,” Miguel’s breath came out heavy, his eyelids heavy as his eyes glanced back up at you, admiring the swell of your stomach. His head rested against your thigh, a bead of his saliva and your slick pooling from his mouth onto your warm skin. A loose curl stuck to his forehead, pleasure and thoughts of praise swirling through his mind like the bit of milk he took in his coffee before he was greeted by your news this morning.

“H-he said- Miguel, please!” You whined, bucking your hips down, eager to feel the warmth of his mouth on you again.

“He said Miguel, please? He was talking about me, baby? He wants me to please him?” He teased, his middle finger tracing up and down your sensitive folds, spitting where his fingers were rubbing.

“You… you asshole..” You paused to let out a soft moan, “He told me.. my analysis was excellent-” You were cut off with Miguel leaning his head in again, his lips wrapping around your clit, giving it a soft suck. “A-and I should not have any trouble publishing it.. in this newspaper… journal thingy.. said it was insightful.. powerful..” You trailed off, hands tangling in his hair, tugging on his dark locks as carefully as you could. You clamped your thighs around his head, soft whines escaping you.

“You’re so smart, my pretty girl..” He sighed as he pulled away gently, tracing his tongue against your clit, light and delicate. His tongue moved lower, flicking over the spot he knew you loved, his nose now pressed against you.

All he could smell and taste was you, and oh, how he loved it.

He pulled your hips down closer, his mouth working faster as his tongue prodding at your entrance. The feeling of the tip of his tongue slipping inside you caused you to squeal out, your back arching off of the now soaked pastel pink sheets.

“Fuck, Miguel.. baby please, more..” You begged before he went back to focus on devouring you, his hands grasping onto the plushness of your thighs, only wet sounds filling the room, his hips slowly grinding against the bed.

He was in his element, he was proud of you and he was rewarding you. And, he was getting the best post-coffee treat of his life- your sweet pussy.

He suddenly had his hands on your hips, moving slighty before he flipped you over, guiding you to your knees.

Your face pressed into the pillow as he situated himself behind you again, pressing sloppy kisses against the globes of your ass, his lips smacking after each one.

“I am so proud of you, princess..” He panted, groaning softly as his heavy cock leaked onto the sheets, the tip dark and begging for release. But he was a gentleman, your pleasure always came first. “Feel how proud I am of you..” He whispered lovingly.

Miguel laid down on his back between your legs, admiring the sight above him. Every single time you both got intimate it always felt like the first time to him. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, “And your pussy is so fucking pretty.. pretty like my girl..” He hummed, connecting his mouth to you again. Your muffled moans caused him to pull your hips down on his face more, almost suffocating himself. He didn’t care if he perished, he was already in Heaven.

He slipped a finger inside of you at one of your moans for him to give you more, slowly thrusting it, contrasting with the excited movements of his tongue. His lips wrapped around your clit again, giving firm and wet sucks, another finger slipping inside you, guiding you closer to the edge as he continued to move his mouth.

You bit down on to the pillow, feeling your knees dig more into the bed while your thighs shook. Your nails dug into the bed, peeling fabric of the sheets back as you fought to not scream in pleasure. You didn’t want your neighbors to hear. Not now, anyways.

“Cum, baby.. you are doing so well.. taking your reward so well.. come on, let me taste you..” Miguel muttered, unsure if you could even hear him as he kept trying to bury his face against you. Slick, sweat, and saliva dripped into his hair, his fingers now curling inside you gently. “Come on, baby.. atta girl..” He encouraged, removing his mouth from you but his face still nuzzling against your pussy. His thumb grazed against your clit and the combination of that and his panting breath sent you into pure bliss. With a shiver and a whiny moan, you felt a rush and Miguel quickly responding by slurping at you.

He pressed a few gentle kisses to your clit while you came down from your high, carefully lifting you and placing you on your back again once he was sure you would be ready to relax. “You did so well for me, baby..” He praised, kissing up your stomach, cupping your breasts as he settled in bed beside you. “I’m so proud of you.. your new little publication is going to be so good for you..” He continued, pressing a kiss to your temple while he pulled you close, taking a deep breath. “Your professor knows what he’s talking about.. you’re a genius, princess.”

Both of you were too blissed out to move. Both of you wanted to cherish this moment of love.

“Let’s just.. snuggle for a minute and then I’ll make you a celebratory treat..” He sighed, letting his eyes close as he felt you nod weakly and cling onto him, your bodies sweaty and sticky from your activities.

“I’ll dedicate my work to you.. say you are who motivates me and supports me to dig deeper for more productive.. mmm… work.” You hummed softly tracing over his chest hairs with your finger, your heart full of love for the man beside you. The man who you loved with all of your being and who motivated you enough for the both of you.

All that mattered in this moment, was you and him.

[scuttlingcrab]

Assuming cambions can get drunk, one way or another, how about a thingy following Raphael's perspective as he wakes up after being drunk only to find himself wrapped in the arms of his little mouse (whom he is definitely not pining for even a little bit /s), even though he knows for a fact he hadn't brought her here? They are both clothed and Tav is still asleep. As Raphael tries to recall what happened the night before, he faintly remembers that Haarlep or Korrilla brought Tav to him then left... and after Tav helped/convinced him to go to bed, she turned to leave and- Oh... He grabbed for her wrist and begged asked for her not to leave, for her to please stay with him. What would he do next?

I'm slowly making my way through all the brilliant prompts folks are sending and having a blast. Thank you so much for this one, really hope you enjoy! x

Summary: Raphael wakes up with a hangover, only to find Tav sleeping on his chest. He desperately tries to make sense of the entire situation.

Hangover from Hell

Raphael floated in darkness, completely void of any sound or sensation. In a flash, a red glowing orb appeared before him, leagues away, hanging patiently. A light buzzing accompanied it, echoing around him. Raphael tried to move his head, a hand, something, but he remained stagnant.

The glowing orb increased in brightness, growing bigger as it approached Raphael. He tried to shout, to scream, for anyone, anything, but no words, no whimpers, escaped his mouth. His body pulsed and throbbed the more the orb got closer, a sharp heat radiated from where his chest would've been. The buzzing intensified as the orb’s shape grew more distinct, pointier, growing horns. 1, 2… 5 horns, each with their own red glowing sphere, almost as if it resembled… 

The void vanished, yet his head still throbbed, matching the irregular rhythm of his heart. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump. It felt like an orthon, or another savage infernal beast, was attempting to rip his head in two. He clenched a fist, his fingers touching a smooth, cold surface. He opened his eyes, but was immediately blinded by bright lights, stinging deep within his retinas.

He could feel himself spinning, losing control, no matter how hard he grabbed on to the ground for stability. Was he bested in battle? Poisoned? Did Raphael’s dear father finally catch a whiff of his meddlings? He had been careful, calculating, operating from the shadows, never revealing too much, never saying too little to even Harleep during their intimacy. What went wrong? This is not the end, he will make it to the finale. He will not be made a fool! 

He opened his eyes again, the light less piercing as he began to make sense of his current surroundings. Familiar objects populated his vision; wooden wardrobes, ornate windows, sparkling marble floors… the Devil’s Den. He was lying on the floor, his body inches from the bed. His clothes were damp from sweat, yet his skin was burning.

Raphael grumbled as he attempted to roll over on his side but his movement was restricted. Something was latched onto him, sinking into his chest. He looked down, only to find a fully clothed mortal woman… no, not any woman, Tav, snuggled into his chest, her dainty little fingers held him close. She slept soundly, as if he was a sorry substitute for a pillow. 

Raphael’s eyes narrowed, he hastily dug through the recesses of his memory, trying to cling on to anything from the night before to make sense of this bizarre predicament but could find nothing, only fuzziness. 

He sprang up in exasperation, desperately trying to slither out of Tav’s embrace. The broiling rage that had been growing in his chest was instantly extinguished by the onslaught of vertigo. The room whirled faster and faster, chaos encircling him. Raphael gritted his teeth to keep himself from tipping over. Enough! Foul creatures and their disreputable games! 

Raphael viciously snapped his fingers and the ailments faded, his mind slowly became clearer, the ground beneath him stilling. Tav was seemingly unaffected by Raphael’s movements, continuing with her slumber. His body began to tremble as he watched her.

He would prefer to have been bested by Mephistopheles, chained and tortured repeatedly in the confines of his icy prison in Cania, than find himself in this demeaning state. How far he had fallen, so disgustingly low, sharing the same ground with these mortals. 

Raphael snapped his fingers again and Tav teleported to the bed, her posture unchanged. Free of that creature. He rose to his feet, steadying his balance. In doing so, he caught sight of himself in the mirror across the room and growled. He was barely identifiable. His usual pristine hair, ever so slightly slicked back, was tangled and matted against the back of his head. His clothes were bedraggled, as if he had pulled them from an unholy wreckage. 

“Bah!” He screamed, clapping his hands together as if to destroy an insect. The action restored his appearance but his pride was still damaged, so badly chipped he wasn’t sure if he would ever recover; no spell could make him forget this.

His eyes fell on a large circular table nestled in the corner of the room. One chair had fallen over and the other was pushed aside, left askew, as if done in haste. Empty shot glasses littered the top of the table, too many to tally without immediately losing count. Two empty bottles of whiskey lay discarded on the floor.

Raphael leapt towards the table, picking up a bottle, a few drops of bright yellow liquid sloshed about at the bottom. Raphael brought it to his nose and shivered as the scent elicited a memory: Korrilla handing him the bottles with a wink as she left his chambers. Red Whiskey. He should have known. One of the finest and deadliest spirits to be exported from the Hells. A single shot of this could leave even the most powerful infernal creatures on their backs and without their wits.

He glanced at Tav on the bed. And it would surely prove deadly to any mortal. But Tav wasn’t just any creature, she was chosen. Yes in truth by Raphael for his own nefarious purposes… but as he stood there gaping at the creature, there was an impatient little tadpole swimming around her brain; waiting for metamorphosis. Perhaps that is why she was not currently lying dead on his marble floors? How she didn't choke on her own vomit in her sleep? That would have been a far more preferable sight than finding her head resting on his chest. Another thanks owed to the Elder Brain.

He pounded across the room like a caged animal as he began piecing together the events. No matter how hard he focused, he could only fish out fragments, mere images.

Tav meekly knocking on his door. Raphael leaning back in his chair, nursing a shot of whiskey in his hands, grinning. What should have been an easy win. Tav, sitting opposite Raphael, her face flushed, eyes glazed over as she rested her elbows on the table. Tav attempting a game of five-finger-fillet, nearly chopping off a thumb. Raphael’s vision cloudy, watching as Tav stumbled towards the door, a searing pain in his chest as he reached out to her...

Raphael dug his nails into his palms, drawing blood. He grimaced as he held his arms by his side. These memories, they were all false, soured by the infernal whiskey. Merely exaggerations. His neverending chase for the Crown had caused his imagination to run wild, too wild. He needed to tame his thoughts, that was the only explanation. Raphael would see it no other way. 

Last night’s antics were merely strategic.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

Catch Me If You Can

I'm flagging this with a Violence thingy//dark content warning too, just to be on the safe side.

A/N ::: This was inevitable. It started out serious then just got kinda stupid/funny. Maybe not ha-ha funny, but roll your eyes funny? I can just see Tenya doing this if he's had a particularly trying and horny day. Like, obvi he wouldn't be a total piece of shit and push the envelope like this. But in my head, tonight, he mf'ing DOES. Idk. Hope it makes someone roll their eyes in a good way. Thanks for reading! I think this is my first time writing for Tenya.

C/W ::: F!reader, spanking, dark content potential, abuse of/drunk with power, ass licking, ass kissing (literally), dom Tenya, dubcon, punishing for rule breaking, panties in F!mouth, unprotected sex P->V // F->M {dubcon again} oral, rule breaking, egging Tenya on. If I missed anything icky that needs to be specified, shoot me a message! aged up char.

WC ::: Just over 1K

"I told you not to run *spank* in the *spank* hallways. As class 1-A rep, it's my job to uphold the rules and regulations of UA. Not running is a sacred rule, y/n!"

"Mmmuuhhh!" You whined. "But, but since when was spanking the authorized *spanked* OW! Damn it! Since when is corporal punishment allowed? T-Tenya, I think you're taking this too far."

Your words fell on deaf ears. Your body was laid over his muscular thighs, ass up. You grabbed his right arm with yours and pulled yourself up and around to catch a glimpse of his eyes. Not only were his glasses off, but his eyes were heavy. Half-lidded. Focused hard on the red blotches on your fat ass.

Tenya had a sick, twisted smile on his usually straight lips. “H-h-hey … are you d-done yet? Can I please go home?” You said in a voice much quieter than you intended.” He still didn’t answer but his eyes shot down to yours and he didn’t look like the same respectful guy who kept everything else in order.

“No! I’ve only begun doling out my punishment. You’ve been bad and it’s time to face the consequences for your irresponsible actions,y/n! Now, stand up. Please!”

You stood and rubbed your ass cheeks with the palms of your hands. Wincing, you asked, “What the hell else could you possibly do to me? I don’t think running calls for such severe discipline. Even for you, this is crossing a line. I’m going home.”

“I SAID … *aheh*, I said, stay. If you leave now, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to write you up.”

You scrunched up your face, “So, if I stay, you’ll make this little problem disappear? Am I understanding this correctly?”

Tenya stopped and thought about it for a moment. “And you have to keep this between the two of us. Do you understand? Fully … understand?” He asked.

You nodded, “Y-yes. I think so.”

He stood and crossed his arms across his chest. “Good. Do what I say and this will all..." He waved his hands in the air like he was showing you a magic trick. "... disappear, as promised.”

Tenya walked over to where you were standing and fell to his knees. He put his hands on your waist and turned you around so quickly your skirt flared out from the abrupt circular motion.

“Oh! Ten-ya ... What …” You looked over your shoulder, down at him and saw he was leaning face first into the hot skin of your behind. “Tenya …”

“Shh shh, mm-mm." That's all he said before he ran the tip of his tongue between your bubbly, pinkened cheeks. He pulled back and began to lick and bite at the soft flesh of your ass. He used his teeth to sink into the tender flesh and held on as he ran his tongue over the bite mark.

You moaned as he licked and teased. The bites hurt, but they were also strangely pleasurable. You could feel yourself getting wet as he sucked and licked at the skin on your ass.

Tenya grabbed your ass cheeks in his hands and spread them apart, revealing your tight hole. He stuck out his tongue and began to lick and prod at your puckered hole. You cried out as he teased the sensitive skin.

His tongue slipped inside and he began to fuck you with it.

"Tell me - mmm ... mm-hm ... - tell me how sorry you are for running in my halls, y/n." He said. His words vibrated against your ass, sending a chill through your spine.

You moaned and pushed back on his face as his tongue darted in and out of you. "I-I'm so sorry, Tenya! Please, I can't take it anymore!" You cried.

He pulled away from you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood and grabbed your hair in his hand, pulling your head back so you were looking up at him.

"No, you're not sorry. Not enough. Not yet." he said, his voice low and sultry.

He shoved your face against the wall of the empty hallway, pushing it hard against the cold tile. You whimpered as he pulled up your skirt and grabbed your panties.

"W-wait! Tenya, I'll be good. I- fuck! I - I promise I won't run in the halls again. Just, please don't do this," you begged. "Not like this ... pl- oh god!"

But Tenya didn't stop. He ripped your panties off and stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your cries. He grabbed his throbbing cock and slid it between your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, y/n. I can't stop. You know how I feel about rules. I take them seriously."

He shoved his cock inside your wet cunt, pushing in with one thrust. You screamed against your panties as he stretched you open.

"Mmhmm!" You cried.

Tenya leaned forward and pressed his body against yours, his hips grinding against your ass as he fucked you. He reached around you and tugged your shirt open, pulling out your breasts. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he fucked you hard and fast.

Your body was shaking and you could feel yourself getting close. He pulled your panties out of your mouth and wrapped them around your neck, using them to pull you back against him.

"Come for me, y/n. Come all over my fat, unruly cock!" He moaned.

He thrust in one last time and you came, your juices running down your thighs and onto the floor. Tenya pulled out and grabbed your hair, turning you around and pushing your down on your knees so your face was lined up with his hard cock.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

You did as you were told, opening your mouth as far as you could. He shoved it in, thrusting hard and deep. He moaned as he came, shooting his hot cum down your throat.

He pulled out and lifted you up once again, licking and sucking at your breasts. He nibbled at your nipples and you moaned against his touch.

He straighened up and tucked himself back into his pants, fixing his tie. "Now, we're even. Don't forget to report to me should you break the rules again, y/n. I might not be so forgiving next time."

"That ..." you huffed. "That was forgiving?"

He walked away, leaving you a disheveled mess. You pulled yourself together and smoothed down your skirt. You were going to have to be careful around Tenya from now on. Though, it was tempting to have such a willing and thorough disciplinarian.

You looked around making sure no one saw that and started to run the opposite direction he was headed in.

Within seconds, you heard him yelling your name. You stopped as you turned the corner just long enough to see the slight smirk stirring on his lips. 

“Catch me if you can. Fucker.” 

T@glist ::: @calm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl @darkstarlight82

[dragonfirerogue-writes]

Beck and Call

Wednesday x Kitsune!Reader

Part One|Part Two|Part Three|Part Four|Part Five|Part Six|Part Seven

When Wednesday opens the door to her dorm room, she's greeted with the sight of you and Enid watching those atrocious Kpop videos on her roommate's laptop. Though the music was an assault on her ears, the sight of you two amused her slightly.

Enid was an explosion of color, whereas you shared Wednesday's affinity for dark colors. The only difference was that your darkness was accented with scant bits of color Your dark, thin eyes were lined with crimson and your hair was tipped in blood red.

The sound of the door closing caught the attention of the Kpop fans. Enid waved enthusiastically while you give a nod in greeting.

"Wednesday! This is Y/N. We're just bonding over music!" Wednesday squinted at Enid's bright grin as if she was looking at the sun. "We'll only be a little bit longer, then you can have your time."

A grin spread on your face. "What, Kpop not your roomie's thing?" You already knew full well that was the case.

"The cheerful music and abundance of color should be a crime," the goth deadpanned. "Utter torture to my senses. And not the enjoyable kind."

You turned to Enid with a questioning tilt of your head. "Wait, you haven't tried any song with dark concepts?"

The wolf paused, thinking slightly before shaking her head. "Y'know, I didn't even think about it... Not usually my wheelhouse. Honestly the closest to a dark concept I liked was Boyfriend's 'Witch.'"

A laugh just escapes your lips, sounding very similar to a 'yip'. Your gaze moves back to Wednesday.

"How 'bout it? I show you a proper dark concept song and see if you at least tolerate it."

The dark girl stared for a moment, contemplating the suggestion.

"What's in it for me?" She asked. "I see no benefit in this attempted torture."

You thought for a bit before reaching to grab something. It was only then that Wednesday noticed your arm. The forearm was wrapped in a braided rope. Intertwined within were small beads, matching a larger one that hung from your ear. Your hand hovers over one of the beads and summons it from its bindings.

"Whoa," Enid balks at the action. She leans closer to gaze at the soft glow of the bead. "Is that a part of your spirit orb thingy?"

You nod in response. "We used to have only one big orb we had to hide, but my ancestors figured out a way to split them up. Mainly for easier hiding." You hold out the bead for Wednesday. "I use them as a way to solidify a pact or favor. So, if you watch one video with me, Wednesday, you can invoke my skills whenever you need."

Wednesday's eyes shift from the bead to your face.

"You're a Kitsune. A trickster demon known to deceive for fun or malice. While you have abilities suitable for my investigation, how will I know I can ensure you don't turn on me?"

A grin spreads wide on your face. "Won't that be a fun gamble to have to take, hm?" Your face sobers soon after. "As long as you have this bead, I'm compelled to help you. That's why we normally hide these. It houses our spirit so we can't do much to circumvent that."

"You're offering a lot for a measly few minutes."

"I'm offering you something equivalent to you stepping out of your comfort zone. Even for a measly few minutes."

The dark haired goth took a pause before slowly reaching out and taking the bead. When she touches it, an aura emits out and engulfs her wrist. The shine fades and a black braided bracelet is revealed, the bead set within the weaving. Wednesday looked at her new accessory curiously... You think.

"Fascinating. Now, let's get this over with. I have a schedule to maintain."

With a salute, you reach for Enid's laptop, silently asking if you could use it. When given permission, your fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the video you were looking for. Wednesday slowly perched herself at the edge of Enid's bed, an arm's length away from the two of you. You let out a soft huff of amusement before rearranging Enid and yourself to give Wednesday a clear view of the screen.

"Obviously, it's a song about love, cuz of course it is," you start explaining. "But it's an obsessive love where you'll do anything for that person, even if it tears you apart."

"Sounds like my parents."

You quirked an eyebrow at that. Maybe you'll ask about that later. With a smirk, you hit play.

A close up of skin appears on the laptop screen, someone drawing lines upon it before cutting with a scalpel. The somber notes of a piano begin to sound as images of gore, voodoo dolls and pierced skin begin to show alongside the idols themselves. Then an electronic screech sounds as VIXX's 'Voodoo Doll' begins to play.

"Ugh, I forgot how gross this video was..." Enid gags lightly and closes her eyes, opting to just listen to the music.

You watch Wednesday as her eyes train on the video playing. Every movement on her face was caught. You knew what parts of the video got the best reactions. It was fascinating to witness. You end up just staring at Wednesday herself, caressing her face with your eyes.

When Ravi's rap begins, you give a start. Wednesday's eyes flick over to you. You hold her eyes and stare at each other. It wasn't until the bridge began that you broke eye contact. You slip off the bed, mimicking the choreography as you trudge to the center of the room. Both Wednesday and Enid watch as you dance along to the end of the song.

"So? What's your verdict, Wednesday?" Your grin was wide. She watched the ending bit of the video with Hongbin before looking at you.

"... It was tolerable. Certainly appealed to my macabre tastes." Her eyes bore into yours. "You haven't caused my ears and eyes to bleed, Y/N. An accomplishment, indeed."

You give an exaggerated bow. "All in a day's work." As you straighten up, you move to grab your things. "It's about time I head out anyway."

Enid shoots up and pulls you into a crushing hug, which you return with the same fervor.

"Mmmm best hugs! Thanks for hanging out with me."

"Anytime." As you let go, you ruffled her hair causing the wolf to squeal and playfully smack you away. You make your way to Wednesday and offer a hand.

"Thank you for going along with this. I appreciate you indulging us for a few."

The goth's eyes dart from your hand to your face. With some hesitation, she takes your hand in a firm grip.

Thankfully, no vision.

With a subtle sigh, she gives your hand a shake.

"I expect a prompt response when I require your services in the future."

A final smirk graces your face as you bow. With your hand still in Wednesday's, you ended up almost kissing her hand.

"I shall be at your beck and call."

With a final goodnight, you exit Ophelia Hall with a skip in your step. You just hope you get to see more of Wednesday.

[betweenlands]

[[Psst! Hey you! If you are here without context, go vote for the Well in the MCYT Prisons Contest!]] (and also for the Ghost's Vault, too)

“You tubed which Lying!?” Avid’s patron sputters.

Avid winces at the loud feedback screech accompanying their outburst, resisting the urge to clap his hands over his ears – instead, he looks directly over towards the most recently occupied tube, giving its new resident a quick once-over for identifying features. Fox ears, kind of runny mascara (the tube isn’t doing it any favors), raven wings, big floppy hat with a wide brim and a pointy tip.

He snaps his fingers. “Witch Lying! Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You,” the Nameless King says, and then mutters something completely unintelligible. “Avid. You have priorities. You are supposed to stop people from falling into the Void. This sort of diversion is–”

“I thought of that, actually!” Avid says brightly, leaning back against the stasis chamber. “Actually, they were like, a pretty high priority target once I realized I had access to other worlds through this whole… prison bracket… thingy.”

“I’m still not sure how that works, to be honest,” the Nameless King sighs.

“It’s really not that complicated! See, the other Avid is busy being possessed by some weird dark entity called the Old One or whatever, who I assume is like a rival of yours so I’m not going to linger on that because I certainly wouldn’t want to be asked about my exes, but anyway – he’s busy, I’m not –”

“–You have a job–”

“– and so I figured, what the heck, might as well just kinda sneak in there and see if there’s anyone that’s being particularly unsafe! And hoo boy, buddy, you are gonna be glad I did that.”

A pause, then more discontented grumbling from the other side of the line. “You had better have a good reason for taking your eyes off our biggest issues. Marmalade’s still at large, and that Fool could be–”

Avid snickers, rapping his knuckles against the tube despite the sign he’d put up next to it clearly reading DO NOT TAP ON GLASS. “Okay, so here’s the deal. It turns out this sucker right here, the Witch, they’re like – immortal immortal.”

“Most people are somewhat immortal. Respawn exists.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ve taken a respawn in a couple centuries,” Avid says, stretching and moving over to the readout of the tubed figure’s genetics chart. “From an old modded generation – they’ve got some sort of immortality machine somewhere. Couldn’t figure out how to disable that but I did my research and, oh boy, you are gonna be glad to hear about this one.”

“Again. This had better be good.”

“Man, you are tetchy today.” Avid sighs. “I’ll make it quick. Immortality machine runs on death protection poppets. Death protection poppets block void damage. Void deals void damage. People go into Limbo if the Void can’t kill ‘em. You want people not in Limbo. Ergo, pickled Witch in the Woods.”

A long silence.

“Did I oversimplify?”

“No.” They sigh deeply. “Frankly, I’m stunned that you managed to create and follow a totally logical train of thought to completion. If what you’re saying is true, you actually have saved us both a great deal of hassle.”

“Aw. That’s sweet of you.” Avid leans back against the tube again, grinning.

“Don’t get used to it. But… well done.”

Avid grins widely, almost to the point where he has to cover his own face to hide how much he’s smiling. He’s done a good job! He did it! He’s getting a good grade in tubing people, something both normal to want and possible to achieve!

“I asked you a question, Avid,” the Nameless King says. Oops.

“Yep! Definitely heard you the first time, but, could you maybe just… rephrase that in full for a reason that is totally unrelated to me not hearing you?”

A long-suffering sigh. “I asked how you got them in the first place. Didn’t you lose the last round?”

“Eheh.” Avid’s grin turns almost uncharacteristically nasty. “See, that’s the thing. I did. I’ve been picking off the losers for the most part, so everyone’s been worrying about little ol’ me. I mean, who would even bother going after the immortal that won this round? If anything, they’re a suspect.” He waves one hand. “It’ll take people a little while to realize anything’s up – in fact, I can probably pick off a few more people in the quarterfinals before anyone figures out that the Witch is missing.”

“Make your pitch,” Avid’s patron says. “Quickly.”

“You got it.” Avid rummages in his inventory and pulls out a hand-drawn map of the upcoming tournament and a ballpoint pen that was probably Trog’s before they got tubed. He clicks it a few times, tapping it against his chin. “So, this round the Well looks like it might get bodied. Last round got something like a thousand votes – really close call, this place called the Desert versus these things called ‘where is’ blogs.”

“Please tell me you didn’t take out Ross,” the Nameless King says. “I don’t have the time or resources to deal with the Red Sun, and neither do you.”

“I may be dumb,” Avid says, “but I’m not stupid. I didn’t mess with that round. It was too high-profile, and keeping the Desert guys at large means they’re another prime suspect for the disappearances. Which brings me to the winners of that round.”

“Which was…?”

“The where is blogs. Apparently they put people in situations and it’s very popular. But, if they win, I’m thinking I could call in a little request for their next location.”

“Hm.” Avid gets the distinct sensation that the Nameless King is tapping their fingers against something. “Yes, that could work. If they let their guard down after winning like the Witch did, you could sweep in and get a lot of people at the same time – define where they are, as it were.”

Avid twirls the pen around his fingers a couple times before scribbling something down in the margins of his notes. “See, this is why we make such a good team! That is exactly what I was thinking we could do.”

“Excellent. Then make sure they win the next round – and don’t let me down.”

Avid nods, and then realizes that his patron can’t see him doing that, and then decides that he doesn’t really have anything to add. Awkward silence fills the air for several seconds.

“One more thing,” the Nameless King finally says. “You said you were picking off the losers, didn’t you?” Their voice is dryly annoyed again – so much for being happy with Avid’s job performance. “I would love to hear who else you’ve wasted our time on.”

“Not a waste of time!” Avid says brightly, hopping over the top floor railing and down to a lower floor. “So, there’s this really cute version of Viking that I would, just, love to talk with over drinks sometime, seems like a really fun dude, has this beautiful vault –”

“Avid. Focus.”

“Uh. Right. Probably won’t be able to talk to him face-to-face unless he gets into the finals, so I’m gonna have to work really hard to see if I can–”

“Avid.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Avid waves a hand as he checks over the occupant of the next tube. “Anyway, the guy he beat was really distracted and kind of stormed off muttering about how people should’ve had new perspectives or something? He was alone, so I bopped him over the head and tossed him in a stasis chamber.”

Avid looks over the catboy in the tube appraisingly. He’s wearing all-black with green and yellow highlights – he kind of looks like an emo version of Viking, if Viking actually wore hoodies. And had brown hair. And didn’t really look like Viking other than the heterochromia. “I don’t know his name, but apparently he’s Canadian? Whatever that means, I don’t think Canada canonically exists in–”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am! We cannot confirm Canada to be like, a canonically existing thing, that’ll break suspension of disbelief! Or at least that’s probably what Anathra would say.”

“I don’t care about the relative canonicity of Canada. You’re telling me you captured Kenadian? The person known for breaking into and out of places faster than anyone else? The prison escapist?”

“Ohhh,” Avid says. “He’s not Canadian, his name’s Kenadian. You know what, that makes so much more sense.”

[flower-yi]

(just sending the ask again bc tumblr crashed when I send it orz, so I'm sorry if it shows up double!)

hii, its octopus/viioletnoir from ao3 :> just read your new chapters, and for the prompt thingy, may I request nr. 36 with Bladie please? ♡♡

I hope you have a wonderful day!!

36. Helping brushing their hair after a shower. | "One summer, I taught myself how to announce in Latin to the world that I wanted nothing at all, when, in truth, I was desperate to be heard, understood, loved; my name a warm memory; There was the wind and the ocean, and in it there were whales that lowed in the darkness like the onset of collapse; There was this dark will, and what could I say but my name and what hurt?" All I Know, Paul Guest

It is sudden, and it is new: the image of Blade sat in front of a dresser, reflection showing you behind him. His hair is wet, damp from a shower, and his normally pale skin flushes with a hint of crimson—some sort of sign that he’s alive, but barely.

You admit it’s strange. Blade is not one to be… coddled like this, but sometimes, for how predictable he is, he can be spontaneous.

“You look nice.” Blade feels nice in your embrace, arms wound gently around his shoulders; tiptoe barely helping in reaching him. He is silent, like always—only ever making a sound as a response, and this time, the noise that leaves him is warm.

When you look at the mirror, his eyes has slipped close and a pleasant air wafts around him.

Oh, you can’t help but comment on it. “A shower can get you like this, huh? Mm, well… I like it. It suits you.”

It hangs in the air, your compliment. You don’t divulge further that he looks alive like this, few minutes out of the shower, because Blade, right now, has a countenance of someone normal—someone you’d see in the streets and not regret knowing.

“Mm… thank you.”

“Oh, manners?” You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re being nice today. I wonder what’s happened.”

The both of you don’t have to wonder, really. It’s one of the few moments there’s no imminent scripts to play out because Elio decided to take a rest in some rare fashion. All of the hunters dispersed to places they normally reside when not called, and in Blade’s case, it is with you.

You make barely a move of your arms to put them elsewhere and a bandaged hand comes up to wrap itself around, as if to stop you. Then, something cold grazes your skin, and with a glance down, you see the tip of his nose pressing onto your arm, and— and he sighs.

Stunned, you fall silent.

Another breath. “We have all day,” his voice rumbles, as if to say do not leave.

Blade’s voice allows you to get your bearings, and you say, in response, “I just want to brush your hair, silly,” You press another kiss on him, this time on the back of his head. With his grip loosening, as if some form of relief has made itself clear, your arms fall back.

A hairbrush is within your hold, one that’s been barely used. It’s Blade’s, something you’ve bought him months ago, but only now has it returned to your hand since the day you brought it home.

(Blade’s reaction when you got it was a simple appreciative hum, and he returned to whatever he was working on.

You remember leaving a lipstick mark on his face before he went out on a mission. He came home with a storm in his eyes.

It was in tact. Barely been touched at all, despite how disheveled his clothes were.)

One of the things that surprised you about him was how soft his hair was. You’d gotten a touch of it before you were Blade’s partner, and it was nice. Silky, managed, and most of all, beautiful.

You expressed it to him, once, and he fixed you with a firm stare. Only then, when Kafka told you of his origins, did you understand. (It was innocent, however. Blade could not fault you once for it.)

“Did you use my shampoo?” The strands fall perfectly into place, dividing like a glimmering waterfall under the bristles. You press your nose to his shoulder, enamored, “Wow. You even used my soap, too.”

Something akin to an amused huff leaves him. “You choose your products wisely.”

“Do I?” You’re grinning. “Well, that settles it. We’ll both be smelling like each other.”

(In the mirror, there is a quirk of a smile curling his lips; so faint that even you miss it. But it does not matter. Because to him, your smiles are enough to replace his own.)

With each brush of his hair, you fill in the space of quiet Blade leaves you to occupy. You talk about everything; to how lucky he is that he’s got a partner that would brush his hair like this, to how his hand should hurry up and heal for him to play with Silver Wolf, to how he should allow you and Kafka to spend time together—to which he frowns at—to how you think you’re seeing wrinkles on your face, and a few white hairs spurting out.

“I think you should pluck them out today. What do you think?”

Blade is quiet. Too quiet, perhaps. You discard the brush on the vanity, glancing at the mirror—

"You will be the first to have hair turned white," Blade suddenly speaks. "I will follow second."

You ask, "Would you still be here by then?"

He turns, moving his hair from your hands, and fixes you with a smoldering gaze. Blade doesn't need to answer, you think. The curse will force him to live longer than you will, and that knowledge burns at the back of your mind, but you want to humor yourself despite knowing your lover will roam the earth until eternity.

"I will be," Blade's reply comes unexpected. "I expect to be the one to see you off."

Is this panic you're feeling, or comfort? Panic in him setting aside his desire to die for you, for your presence in his life, for the respite that you bring? Or comfort in knowing he'll live until then, until your body decides to become one with the soil, until you say your last I love you?

It's becoming hard to speak, pressing yourself up to his side; arms wound tight around him. "Like some pretty grim reaper,“ You force out, teeth gritted. ”That sounds so ironic.“

“It is an act of love,” Blade defends. “Don’t misunderstand.”

How could you not, when you are always faced with the fact that your lover will never meet their end?

[moonlightyong]

“his eyes break into me and i read the deepest envy of his soul on the tip of his tongue. it reads “you”.

– pairing: yuta nakamoto x fem!reader [self-insert reader, written from “I” pov]

– genre: light fluff, mostly suggestive

– wc: 2221 words [one shot]

– warnings: yuta and reader are ridiculously in love AND horny, there’s a lot of sexual tension in there, t e a s i n g, long ass make out session, switch undertones for the both of them (but ig you could say yuta is mostly the one in control), reader is a lil’ brat and our man sir nakamoto absolutely loves it, kinda possessive behavior at some point (?), yuta is a brat tamer who’s disgustingly and desperately enamored with the reader (lucky for him, she also is)

– author’s note: alright alright team, here’s this lil’ piece of writing i came up with not so long ago. i had just watched the bat mv and let’s just say mister nakamoto got me weak… next thing u know, i was writing this lil’ thingy and getting mentally consumed by the idea of [red-haired, biker, dressed in all black] yuta nakamoto. anyway, feedback is highly appreciated and without further ado; enjoy!!

– playlist:

the bat – nct u

blinding lights – the weeknd

into it – chase atlantic

half of my heart – josh makazo

crazy in love – sofia karlberg

I can still feel his hot breath there. It’s like tattooed on the bridge of my neck. He owns every pulse of my body, as small and discreet as they may be. He knows he’s the maestro of every sound I utter at unholy hours of the night. His eyes, dark and unpredictable, pierce through me, through the veil of my soul and read all of my secrets. The secrets I have for myself, for strangers and for the world. He knows my body like a handmade map, one he would’ve solely drawn in a dream of his; like the back of a hill, of a secluded meadow submerged by lilies and daffodils in the backyard of someone. Maybe I should’ve kissed him longer. Maybe I should’ve held him longer.

I’m accustomed to his taste, a cherry-like tint tattooed in the back of my brain. His handprints grew canyons in the anchor of my hips and I shiver every time my fingers graze against those haphazard souvenirs. His catchy lips burn crimson paint like candle wax on my skin and it’s so hard to feel regretful of them once the morning comes. The moonlight taints his body like a second skin and I feel even more enamored with him once his shadow is overcast with the glazing colors of the moon. His brown irises burn through me with hope and love and I glance back at him with empty promises of eternity. His name is engraved somewhere on my elbow and mine is forever mingled with the strings of his heart. I breathe in and he breathes out. We look at each other through heavy eyelids and find peacefulness in our embrace. I trace the pale skin of his left arm and imagine myself laying there for the rest of my days. He kisses the top of my head and puts a rebellious strand of hair behind my ear. And then, we both know we’ll do it all over again tomorrow.

[03:58 a.m]

Johnny’s House, Hongdae District

His rough hands find their way around my waist like the way back home. His lips instinctively pepper soft kisses down the stream of my neck; a way to greet me, a way to soften my mind. And, right as a familiar wind of warmth unravels in the deepest part of my lower body, he gives me the signal my whole being has been awaiting —and he secretly has been waiting for as well— : “Let’s go”. And just like that, we’d leave our friends behind at whatever party we were at and hop on his dark red Kawasaki. We ride into the night, the darkness of the city falling upon us like a cape and the blinding lights of high buildings and streetlights guiding us towards our sinful destination. And, just like every other night, I’d end up with my back pressed against his off-white wall as his hands would roam around my body, senselessly yet meaningfully. Then, his long fingers would take hold of my face and have me look up at him. A fire glances back at me from the depth of his gaze and, although I’m afraid I’d get burnt if I dared catch it, an irreproachable force in the seed of my soul pushes me to get closer and graze said fire. And I do. I get on my tippy-toes and press a kiss on the borders of his lips. Such an act, I suppose, is enough to light up the flame in his core. His hands hold my face tighter, closer, as if I was a dove and he was afraid I’d fly away if he were to loosen his grip for even a second. His soul bleeds in the grip of my touch and I paint his mouth with colors of my own. Each step we take brings us closer to the other, each grasp on each other’s body is a bit more powerful, leaving us with an unrivalled longing for the other’s touch. His eyes break into me and I read the deepest envy of his soul on the tip of his tongue. It reads “You”.

The epitome of desire rises in us like a treasured sunrise and all we’re thinking of is how to have all of each other at once. His fingers then trace along the lines of my body like a sacred poem, one he would recite to the stars every night right before heading to the land of faded dreams. I get lost in the overwhelming sensation of him, waiting, anticipating and craving for more. And, by the sole flutter of my eyelashes followed by a sound his soul cherishes, oh, so much, he gets the hint of what it is that I desire more than anything on this lonely night. The amber resting in the chambers of his onyx gaze then catches fire, like it was always meant to. A pleading sign of authorization flashes through his inky eyes and I, reading him like a book my past self wrote fifty-thousand years ago, start unbuttoning his dark shirt. The feeling of his rough skin melting upon my soft fingertips somewhat feels like an oxymoron, and yet, it’s like they’ve always belonged there. I patch up the torn areas of his skin with a stamp of my lips, so that he can remember me when I’m gone, so that I can find my way back there later on.

Slowly but surely, I make my way down the column of his torso, leaving purple-tinted evidence of my existence on the lands of his body. His wondrous whispers encourage me to keep going on my quest, to sow more seams of my eternal love for him on the road of ecstasy. And when I nibble a tempting patch of skin right under his symbolic butterfly tattoo at the extremity of his left side and then latch my tongue to underline the now bruised golden skin, I feel him shiver under my touch. Pride dances a waltz with the corners of my mouth right as an enchanting melody leaves the trenches of his throat. The simple consequences of what I’ve done to his body paired with the view of me kneeling right before him creates a dark tornado birthed in a cracked abyss of pleasure at the pit of his core.

A phantom aura of hopelessness and helplessness rejoicing in the definition of “skinny love” wavers above him, slowly lingering across his singular features. “The things you do to me…” A mumble just as loud as a whisper resonates in the house and in my inner walls, deep within. I look up at him, his enamored expression scratching my soul with melancholy and his gaze holding mine captive for the better. He looks disheveled in a metaphorical sense, a cry for surrender glistening in the catacombs of his eyes. I crack a smile at his state, the state I put him in. Suddenly, he grabs my forearms and puts me back up. We’re facing each other again, an electrifying tension, murderous to the touch, moving between our aching bodies. I look up at him with the word ‘challenge’ spelled out in my irises, reflecting the dilemma in his own. The daring glaze in my stare does not miss him and I’m standing there, anxiously and impatiently waiting for him to do something, anything. Yet, the ruined look flickering at the surface of the charcoal pool that are his eyes alert me of something; he still is bewitched by my touch, he still wants more of me. As a grin takes over my features, his are still soft with a newly found drop of harshness right in the middle. His silk-like hands wrap around my jawline like the clouds gently welcome the night sky after dusk and then, astonishingly, he pulls my face closer to his in a harsh tug. “You know you drive me crazy, don’t you, angel?” He no longer looks wrecked. The previously ruined look shining in his eyes had set and let a newly yet familiar assertive look rise in their premises. I swallow, hard. It is now his turn to grin.

Goosebumps cover my entire skin and my heartbeat is having a race against the million thoughts running through my mind. Yuta, on the opposite, looks pretty confident. Serene, even. And yet, as scared as I look, a wave of excitement is crashing against my chest and a flash of desire is coursing through my mellow eyes. Yuta’s own eyes catch with amusement, cling onto that hint delivered by my deepest self. And, in less than a second it takes to let out a breath, to think a thought, his lips crash into mine. It’s a kiss fueled by hunger, by lust, by mesmerism. Our bodies are trapped in an endless kind of colliding, yet, our souls feel like we’re barely touching. They need more. We need more. In a sudden rush, he takes off my tank top and I’m more than content by his action. His hands start roaming freely on my body, exploring a location he knows like the back of his hand. He lets the weight on his eyelids get the best of him as his mind, heart and soul get lost in the crevices of my essence. Yuta, as the cocky motherfucker that he is, is sure of many things. But one thing he is the most certain of is that nobody on this earth knows my body like he does. He is sure he could paint it; curves and bones, flesh and light, even the smallest details like that mole I have right under my left eye. And I don’t doubt him on that.

Once his eyes flutter back open, I’m greeted by an amorous glint in them. He looks at me like he held the whole world right there, in the palms of his hands, and whispers in a tone that could only be painted in honey: “I was made for you, love”. His hands caress the outlines of my face in the softest way known to mankind and the love he has in his eyes deepen, “And you…” His right hand lands a sharp slap on my behind, making me let out a shaky whine, not expecting the sudden change in his behavior yet not minding it a bit. I then jump up and he catches me in a steady hold, wrapping my legs around him as his hands ease the dazzling, scarlet-tinted stinging on my ass. His grip tightens and I can perfectly feel the flexing of his arms around me, a dizzying warmth taking over my whole being. This sudden act and incredulous proximity result in our foreheads ending up against each other. As his eyes bore into mine, he mutters in a hoarse voice: “You were made for me”. His slow breath rakes across the skin on my face like a cold yet welcoming breeze.

And as I’m getting accustomed to the growth of serenity and tenderness in the hollow of his eyes, I unexpectedly feel a demonic tingle in the soil of my bottom lip. Yuta had bitten it, leaving an iron taste behind and soothing it with delicate kisses. Said kisses slowly but surely grow into a more passionate, inflammable and straining one. I can feel my skin tingling and my five senses are tremendously alert. I rake my fingers through his long, red hair and tug at the ends. This single action takes him by surprise and has him dropping his head down, letting out a low growl against my neck. He then smirks —either in an attempt to hide the effect I have on him or because of the tiny whimper I just failed to hold captive behind my lips. I instinctively graze my nails against the lanes of his back the moment I feel him shift against me. My doing on his back must’ve been doing wonders because his eyes dive into mine with a darkness of their own; a warning one. A warning for what is about to come, a forethought of what I had gotten myself into. And this kind of threat makes my body shudder with contemplation. Therefore, I decide to push his buttons even more. I look back at him with a tint of innocence, of obliviousness, and flutter my eyelashes at him as my hand brushes a specific place down south where I know he needs me the most.

I never, ever knew his ebony eyes could get a shade darker until I’ve seen it right there, with my own two eyes. And, as I expected, my plan is a success. The purity swimming around in my irises sends him over the edge. And, without breaking eye-contact with me, Yuta pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue —a dear habit of his. However, during this moment, it feels more frightening —and a tiny bit more exciting— than usual. “You like torturing me baby, don’t you?” His low tone bears a glimpse of playfulness in it, yet, it’s a mischievous one. He definitely has something in mind. And if his arched eyebrow and the whimsical glint in his eyes weren’t indicative of it, his next words definitely are.

“Well, it’ll be my pleasure to teach you how to behave”.

hope u enjoyed reading this one shot! don’t hesitate to tell me ur thoughts about it, it’d be an honor to read them :]

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[ludivineikewolf]

Stop Reading And Fuck Me [Rio Ortiz]

For two idiots madly in love.....

A/n: SMUT NSFW KIDS GO AWAY. Tis just a wee lil exchange thingy I'm doing with Arson. Let's assume for my sanity that Ciel was wearing shorts and they existed during the medieval era. Also grammatical mistakes cuz I'm dyslexic/j. Enjoy everyone! <3

@bakersgrief @floydsteeth @matchasilver @sh0jun @queengiuliettafirstlady

Pairing: Rio×Ciel( @floydsteeth 's OC)

Tw: NSFW; smut; mediocre fluff; dirty talk; oral sex; cunnilingus; fingering; light bondage; handjob; little bit of blowjobs too; vaginal sex; couch sex; riding; cowgirl; "just the tip"; overstimulation; crying Rio; dacryphilia; praise; multiple orgasms; creampie; cock warming; aftercare; cuddles.

Ciel was lounging lazily on the sofa, a book propped lazily on her tits... The same ones Rio loved to suck and mark and bury his face in. She stretched her body, toes curling and letting out a contented sigh.

"Whatcha reading?"

"What do you think?"

She showed him the front of the hard copy book she was reading.

"Romance Of The Rose? I bet Prince Chevalier recommended it."

"...not really. I stole it... heh."

She stretched again, her fingers gripping the book harder. She smiled at Rio and pulled her legs closer to herself to let him sit. He does and pulls one of her legs on his lap, massaging it gently.

"Mmmh... Rio.."

The sunlight shining from the window reflected on her pretty blue eyes and her beautiful dark brown hair splayed on the cushion, illuminating her like she was some beautiful portrait of an angel.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm reading...."

Rio grins at her and his fingers trace their way up to her thigh.

"I can see that..."

Ciel gives him a mock stern look and the rosy tint creeps up her neck.

"Well you're distracting me..!"

Ciel lays the book flat on her stomach and glares at him, the blush embracing her cheeks betraying how much she enjoyed this 'distraction'.

As she predicted, it didn't take long for his fingers to cheekily trail up her inner thigh, grazing against the apex of her legs but she decides to continue reading, unfazed by him.

Feeling bold, Rio's fingers slip under her shorts and trace along the edge of her underwear. Ciel's hips jerk slightly and heat had started pooling between her legs in anticipation of what her boyfriend would do next.

"Rio. I'm reading."

"I can see it, Ciel."

She lets out a sigh but of course she continues to read pretending to be unfazed by his antics. His thumb rubbed over her clothed cunt and she had to restrain herself from thrusting her hips towards his naughty fingers.

His fingers slip under the waistband of her shorts and slowly slip them off her. She doesn't resist nor does she help him. She simply lays draped over the couch trying to read calmly.

The wet spot on her underwear betrayed her though. His practised fingers were already teasing her over her underwear, ruining it along the way. Rio tugs her darkened underwear off her body, leaving her completely bare and exposed to his hungry eyes and mouth.

"Hey... You naughty little thing. Stop that!"

"Stop what? You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that."

Rio lifts her leg and puts it on top of the backrest of the couch and the other one on his shoulder. Ciel lets out a tiny giggle, unable to pretend anymore but tries to complete the page nonetheless.

When Rio's tongue finds her slit, she could barely hold the book straight. His tongue drags from her needy hole to the sensitive bud above it. Ciel moans and jerks her hips into his face.

Rio gladly accepts her offering and takes it as his cue to slip his sly little tongue inside her. Ciel moans again, her eyes unsteady and completely unable to focus on the book in her trembling hands.

"Rio...!"

"Mmmh...."

His tongue leaves her hole only to be replaced by his fingers, gently thrusting in and out while his tongue worked her sweet bundle of nerves. Ciel whines loudly and the book drops to the floor. Her hands tangle with his hair instead.

His slick fingers, which were previously inside her, stroking her sweet spot again and again, left her needy little cunt and spread open her legs wider. She gasps when his nose pressed against her clit and his tongue dove into her, stoking the fire.

His tongue knew her so well. It didn't take long before she was screaming his name and cumming on his tongue. He doesn't stop though. His tongue caresses her warmth and lets her ride out her orgasm.

She could taste herself when he kissed her, gently stroking her hair and undoing his own clothes. He only goes as long as taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt when she flips him over.

With roles reversed, him beneath her, at her mercy, Ciel picks up his tie which was lazily discarded on the floor beside her book and ties Rio's hands behind his back.

"Ciel...?"

His eyes widen slightly in surprise but he doesn't resist. He just lays on the plush cushions, his hair a little ruffled and his cheeks turning pink, not to mention it was broad daylight, so everything was perfectly visible on his face.

"Oh honey... I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

He gasps when Ciel unbuckles his belt. His cock sprang free from the confines of his pants and stood tall and aching for her.

"Look at you... I bet you want me to fuck you so bad already."

He nods urgently trying to form words that die down when Ciel starts pumping his cock with her soft hands.

"Oh god...! Ciel! Yes...!"

She licks the precum dripping from his slit with a mischievous little grin on her face. Soon he'll be begging her to stop. He just didn't know it.... yet.

His hips jerk upwards and into her hands to fuck them.

"How naughty... I thought I was in control."

She lifts her hips slightly to line him with her hole and drags his cock along her folds to collect the slick that had gathered there.

She slides him in herself. Not all the way through. Just the tip. Her hands were back on his shaft, pumping enthusiastically.

"Hnng..!?"

That irresistible look on his and that delicious blush was making it hard for her to just not fuck him.

She could feel herself tightening around the tip of his cock. Rio gasps and tries to buck his hips into her. A desperate attempt to be fully inside her pussy.

"Just the tip... For now."

Rio pouts his lips at this and that pucker was too cute to just not kiss. She leans in to kiss him and rolls her hips just once to give him a taste of heaven before resuming her previous tormenting position.

Rios reaction said it all. He nearly could've cum right then. Didn't he just love being buried inside her?

"Hope your arms don't hurt because I'm not untying them."

Rio mumbled something about wanting to do something with her but it was barely coherent. He was always putty in her hands. This time, quite literally.

Ciel's pace increases and the feeling of him twitching in her hands brought a triumphant smile to her face.

"Cum for me... Rio. You're doing so well."

And just like that he lets out a shuddering groan. His body tenses up before he cums inside her, releasing thick white ropes of his cum and painting her walls his colour.

When his body finally relaxes, Ciel brushes a strand of hair away from his face.

"I'm just getting started, love. I'll have you crying by the end of this."

"Cie- aahgg..!"

She sits down on his cock, fully sheathing him inside her and a tiny guttural moan leaves her. His cum dripping out of her providing extra lubrication for her to sink down on him easier.

"You were saying?"

"I- oh god Ciel!"

She wasn't really looking for him to talk. Just scream her name. Her hips rolling on his were doing exactly that. His voice would get hoarse soon enough.

She puts her hands on his toned abdomen and bounces on his cock. He thrusts himself up, meeting her halfway. His moans were getting louder with each thrust.

He keeps thrusting into her from below making her yelp his name. Every time their bodies met, a dull slap resonated across their ears.

Her juices mixed with his were flowing down her thighs and onto his pants, creating a nice wet patch.

Her hole greedily clenched around him and his hips started to stutter, signalling that he was going to cum again.

"That's ...right. Cum- ... inside me again...!"

With one final thrust he orgasms. Ciel doesn't stop to let him adjust though. She continues bouncing on his cock.

"Ciel! Stop! I'm going to cum again..!"

"That's exactly..! What I want you-...to do!"

He screams out her name again as he orgasms again so quickly under her ministrations. Ciel laughs at him with a twinkle in her eye as she continues taking his cock deep inside her.

Rio whines and writhes under her, struggling to get his hands out of their imprisonment. Ciel tuts at him with a mock disappointed look.

"You're not getting out of that."

"Ciel... please! Untie me please...!"

"I'll think of it once I've milked you dry."

Rio groans loudly as another orgasm crashes over him. This orgasm made sure to have his eyes roll back into his head and to leave him a trembling and babbling mess under her. She slides him out of her pussy and giggles at him.

Her fingers wrap around his cock again. Slowly and excruciatingly pumping up and down his slick and still hard cock.

"You're still hard. How greedy ..."

"I- Ciel... Gah!"

Her lips wrap around his throbbing cock, only for a moment... Thankfully. Otherwise he would have burst in her mouth and face. She wouldn't have minded it though.

He was starting to feel raw from cumming so many times in a few minutes. And her hot tongue teasing and wrapping around his dick wasn't really helping the overstimulated feeling.

She lifts her hips to put his cock right where it belonged and his cum starts oozing out of her.

"Look at you... You made such a mess."

Tears start welling up in Rios eyes when she sinks back down on him.

"Ciel..."

Her hips start rocking slowly on him. Didn't help him because he was already moaning, tears finally slipping down his eyes.

It was funny how he could take being edged for nearly an entire day but would absolutely lose his mind if he came a few times. It was cute.

"Awww look at you... You look so cute."

And cute he looked. His nose reddening and tears slipping from his pretty blue eyes, down the sides of his flushed face, his trembling bottom lip between his teeth, trying so hard to not let a sob wrack his throat.

It suited him so well. The way tears kept spilling down his flushed face made her clench hard around him. He sniffs.

"It feels so good but- gehhh...!"

He whines loudly. She wipes his tears and smiles at him. He sniffs again.

"Ciel please..! How much longer...?"

"Last round?"

He bites his lips again and nods. Ciel sinks down completely on him down to the base of his cock. The tip of it hits her cervix and she groans as her eyes roll back.

Her walls start to clench harder around his twitching cock soon. Both of them finally cum together and she collapses on top of him, completely spent.

"Can you stay in me a little longer?"

"Mmm..."

His cum oozes out of her, dripping down his balls and seeping into the fabric of his pants. Her hands reach behind him and untie his hands, discarding the tie back on the ground beside the other things that were haphazardly lying there.

Ciel kisses his temple and tucks back the hair sticking onto his forehead with his sweat.

They both wrap their arms around each other, basking in the afterglow.

"Rio... I love you."

Ciel tries to sit up but Rios groan indicates otherwise.

"Ciel that hurts."

"Oppsies...! "

She lifts her hips to let him slide himself out of her nicely fucked, cum dripping pussy. She settles back down on him, arms wrapped around his neck and pressing teasing little kisses to his face.

He manages a weak chuckle before burying his tear stained face in the crook of her neck.

"I love you too, Ciel. I love you too...."

She snuggles closer into him, letting his hand cup her ass as they both fall asleep in each other's arms in broad daylight.

Oh and the book? It was long forgotten. Poor Ciel. She didn't mark the page which she'd left on.

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x9, A Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving, Part 7-The Homoerotic Finale

Well, you're in luck Jess, a 6'4 walking trash can is about to make an appearance. Jess: Why should I run all over town to dump this? Luke: Put it in Taylor's bins. We get rid of the trash, It'll drive Taylor crazy, it's a win win. LOL, I love the low-low-low level pettiness.

Did I not just say in my last thingy that Lorelai and Rory would try to force their way into the diner if he attempted to close the restaurant on a holiday? (I did) At least Luke isn't making Jess serve the Gilmores a second time (without getting tipped I'm sure), he must thrilled to be on trash duty.

Wait for it... wait for it...

Can someone put a bell on her collar and implant this broad with a microchip or something, because she seems to have a habit of running off. This is her third Kiss and Run and second in a short period of time (and not her last). It's either Kiss and Run to Mommy or Kiss and Run to Dean. I love how Whatever he was about it. Immediately goes back to stuffing his trash.

AHHHH!! I know it's fun to clown on Dean but that's terrifying. Jess should be wetting his pants. (and Luke would be proud if Taylor found a piss puddle in front of his store. It's a win win).

He's so UNFLAPPABLE. My unflappable blorbo. Nothing flaps him. Starving on Thanksgiving in order to placate the Gilmores then having to get up seconds after sitting down to eat to serve them coffee without getting tipped, being DingDong Ditched (Rory=The DingDong), being threatened by a human pine tree in a smelly coat, braving the late November temperatures with no coat. After all of that? Still not flapped.

He's walking away because you stink like failure and Eau De Your Dad Should Have Pulled Out. Go home, Dean. I's Thanksgiving. The fuck are you doing wandering around town late night for no reason, you tumor. Haha! Joke's on him though. No one at his home misses him. Dean is clutching a Doose's apron on his hand. So like, get this. We saw Dean working in the morning or early afternoon. Sunset is quite early in late November on the east coast, as early as 4:30 pm. It was already fully dark at FND, and after spending a considerable amount of time there, the Ding Dongs stopped at Sookie's again, AND Luke is closing the diner for the night. Even if he was closing "early" for the holiday, I'm going to presume its at least 7pm. So either Taylor made his part time bag boy work a full time shift from morning to night on Thanksgiving Day (there aren't enough people living in The Hollow to keep Doose's that consistently busy on a national holiday?) or Dean clocked out in the afternoon and sat outside the store for hours past sunset waiting for Jess to walk outside.

You expect Dean to have heard of West Side Story. Culturally, he's still working his way through Barney and Friends.

Wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more.

Joke's on you Jess, his family forgot he existed and locked him out and now he can't get back in and has to sleep on the street

Huhhhh? The full quote is "One of your boy scout references or a good farmer john joke! You want me to put my apron on and give you a little inspiration?" And again I repeat, HUHHH?? Did he stop by Sookie's place and get into the tequila or something? SAY SOMETHING THAT MAKES SENSE PLEASE. But also, whatever role playing you two do together in private is frankly none of my business.

Again...none of my business.

Eggsactly.

*swan song*COUGH*cough*KegMax*cough*cough*help i cant stop coughing*

Terrifying until you think about how Dean wants to tussle in front of a place called Nancy's Cottage.

That's not the flex you think it is.

Your insult is..calling him "The Glad Man" (Glad trash bags) because he is taking out the trash from his job? You mean Taylor doesn't also make you take out the trash at your part time minimum wage super market job? Is that not usually one of the primary duties of an employee at a small grocery store? You think Taylor is taking out his own garbage? Right now he's lounging on a raft in Maui sipping a mai tai, paid for with the proceeds from the last town fundraiser. What's my favorite nonsensical Dean insult? Is it Glad Man, or is it the one-two punch from "Rory's Dance" where Dean says to Tristan: "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie!" and "I’m not fighting you, it would be like fighting an accountant! I’ll call you when I need my taxes done!” He also said "I'll kill you" to Tristan in that scene, so you never know what you're going to get with Dean!

"Hey, Fellow Teenage Boy Who Is Also A Recent Transplant From Another State! Even though you actually have a blood relative native to this town and I don’t, this is MY turf! I control the turf between Nancy's Cottage and that store that sells porcelain unicorns! You got that?”

Lorelai to Rory two minutes later, probably: Dean was the perfect first boyfriend! No red flags at all! (psych! I don't have to imagine Lorelai saying that! She already said it at the beginining of the episode!)

[catiecat1320]

Sonadowtober Prompt 18: Claws/Fangs

Sonic discovers some perks of having the Ultimate Lifeform as his boyfriend

Sorry for the delay 😓

Read Below🔽

“Hey Shads,” Sonic hummed, shuddering with pleasure as Shadow ran a hand through his quills. A rumbling purr bubbled from within his chest, eliciting a soft smile from his boyfriend.

“Yes?”

“I. Uh.” All words seem to leave his brain, drowning in the comfort brought on by practiced, rhythmic movements. Sonic huffed and laid his head against that white poof of fluff, grabbing Shadow’s free hand and admiring tan paw pads. They looked so squishy… “Uh— hm. Why don’t you have claws?”

The pets stopped, and Sonic whined involuntarily at the loss. Shadow just swatted him and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, these things.” He gestures at his fingertips. “Mine are dull ‘cus I trim ‘em so I don’t stab people. My quills are stabby enough, yeah? But you don’t have ‘em.”

“Yes I do,” Shadow says, voice almost indignant in tone. He flexes the hand that Sonic held, and suddenly five very sharp, curved claws extended like gimmicks from a swiss army knife.

Sonic breath hitched with a squeak, eyes lighting up with childish wonder. “Woah…” He giggles and taps the sharp tips, inspecting them closely. “It's like a cat’s…”

“Well, they are genetically derived from a cat,” Shadow responds. He closes his fist self-consciously and retracts his claws, much to the disappointment of his boyfriend. 

“Aw, c’mon Shads, I wanna see…” Sonic paws at his hand, chasing it when Shadow pulls away. “C’mon!”

“No.” The hybrid smacks his head, not forcefully enough to hurt but firm enough for Sonic to flinch and back down. Emerald eyes well with false tears as the so-called hero puts on the most ridiculous pleading face possible, eliciting a groan from Shadow. “Are you sure you aren’t the cat?”

“Nah, you’ve got the cat genes. Which is insanely cool by the way. How come you never told me?”

Shadow can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “It never came up. Retractable claws are more for practicality and safety than anything else. But…” He runs his tongue over his teeth as Sonic sits up to attention.

“But?”

“Gerald gave me fangs too. I can’t think of a logical reason for that aspect, so I’d have to assume it was unexpected or added for looks only.” Shadow tilts his head back and bares his teeth, revealing sharp canines to his very interested boyfriend.

“No way.” Sonic cups his face in both hands and squeals, gently prodding at his teeth. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Shadow says, but with his mouth held open, it came out more jumbled than intended. He patiently waits for the other to stop fangirling over his fangs and let go, which takes quite a while. It’s cute how much genuine interest Sonic has in features he’s come to accept as irregular.

“Dude, you’re like the coolest guy ever,” the blue hedgehog chirps as he finally pulls away, sitting back on his haunches.

“Ultimate Lifeform.”

Sonic laughs. “Right, right. Any other ultimate thingies I should know about?”

“...I can see in the dark?” Shadow touches his eye subconsciously. “Tapetum Lucidum. Reflective tissue that helps animals— like cats— see in low light settings. If my eyes didn’t glow from chaos energy, you’d be able to see them reflect light and shine.”

“Woah.”

“Yes. I think if I wasn’t built in the image of that mural of you on Angel Island, I’d have been a Mobian cat.”

“Mhm.”

“Maria loved cats. It’s something she passed on to me.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re not listening anymore.” Sonic flinches as Shadow flicks a finger in his face. Seeing the hybrid’s deadpan face, he smiles sheepishly and coughs.

“What was that…?”

Shadow shook his head, sighing. “Nothing.”

“Sooo…” Sonic pursed his lips like he was thinking over his thoughts. But the consequences of his actions have never quite hindered him. “Can I look at your claws again?”

The hybrid groaned and held out his hand, claws extended. Sonic lit up with joy as he held them up to his face, grinning widely.

Idiot. Shadow was in love with an idiot.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Special Interest 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

Note: this one is a bit longer than I anticipated!

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

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“Hmm, I don’t know Camila,” Cole picks out the washer, “I don’t think this will fix the problem. Sounds like a different issue than the pipe.”

“Yes, well, my husband said to get this,” she ho-hums, “thanks so much for helping me find this.”

“No problem,” He grins, his baby blue eyes deceivingly bright, “I know this place pretty well. We order most things in bulk but you can’t wait weeks when it’s an emergency. Especially with farmwork.”

“Oh my, you are so responsible. It’s just you and your parents on the farm?” She flutters her lashes. Maybe your dad should be concerned.

You stand off to the side, staring down toilet seats as they chatter. Neither of them have stopped and you’re not bothered fading into the background. Hell, you prefer they forget you entirely. You look down at the cactus in your hand, you could just sneak off with this new prickly friend.

“Yeah. Sister comes to visit but someone needed to stay behind. There’s too much work for just my dad and we never recovered fully from the recession. Can’t really afford a hand.” Cole explains.

“Aw, oh, how dreadful,” your mother gestures like a melancholy Victorian widow. “I’m sure your parents appreciate how helpful you are…”

You don’t miss her eyes as they stray in your direction. You give a scowl, you’re helpful. You take the garbage out and do the dishes. Hell, you’re the only reason the toaster works again.

“Yeah well, I know when I was younger, they probably didn’t feel the same. You know, you just gotta get perspective and learn what’s important.”

Okay, this is ridiculous. They are drinking the same flavorade and you’re more of a cream soda girl. You peer around evasively.

“Well, mom, you got the washer thingy, we should get going. Dad’ll be waiting,” you say.

“I suppose you’re right. Oh, and we still have to hit Eddie’s for dinner,” she recalls, “hm, what a long day it’s been.”

“Eddie's? Oh, I know that place. Owner’s a buddy of mine. I could probably get you a deal.”

“We’re good,” you insist as you step forward, “we got our cactus and our thingamajig. We can pay for dinner.”

“Honey, he’s just being nice,” your mother reproaches, “it is so sweet of you, Cole, but it would be a bit much.”

“You know, that’s a good idea. I should head down that way too,” Cole swiftly diverts her denial, “mom and dad love a good kebab. I always try to bring ‘em something when I come to town.”

“Oh, my heart,” your mother squees, “you are such a good son.”

You clear your throat. Your mother gives you a look. Cole glances over, his head tilted victoriously. He’s effectively making you look like a real bum and you just made a couple hundred.

“Look, I can tell you two are in a hurry,” he shifts suddenly, reaching under his jacket, “I’ll give you my card. I’m down at the market three times a week. If you need any tips about the cactus or maybe looking for a buddy for it, you can always call.”

“Wow, thank you, Cole,” your mom accepts with a fawning gaze, “oh, honey, you hold onto this,” she waves the card in your direction, “I’ll just lose it.”

You reluctantly step closer and take the card. More like rip it up. You pinch it between your knuckles and retreat. Again, Cole peeks over at you.

“I gotta go grab that sod,” he leans back on his heel, “see ya around… I hope.”

“You too, sweetie,” your mom preens.

He backs up, his eyes flitting between you and your mom. He gives you a smile and slowly turns on his heel. He struts away with a bit of a hop, almost as if he’s nervous. You scoff and shake your head. What a show.

“He is so nice!” Your mother announces shrilly, “oh my, and so handsome. And tall and dreamy. His eyes, god those eyes.”

“Mom, you’re married. You know, to dad?” You roll your eyes.

“Oh, hush, I saw you looking at him and he was looking at you,” she fans herself, “you would make the cutest babies.”

“God, ew, another word and you're getting the cactus,” you warn.

“What? You too would be adorable and I can tell, he’s single. He didn’t mention a wife or anything. And a farm? You’d be set for life, and your kids could run all around–”

“He’s a stranger and you’re talking about babies,” you sneer, “please, before I throw up.”

“That whole hard to get thing, it doesn’t work, honey,” she chides.

“I’m not– I don’t want him to get me. I’d prefer I never see him again. Ever. Forever.”

She giggles, “don’t be so dramatic. What did he do to you? He was perfectly sweet. Good manners. Good posture…”

“Really mom, should I be concerned for your marriage,” you snort.

“If only. I think I’m a bit too old for him,” she mourns with a swoon.

“If we don’t get something to eat soon, I’m going to lose my appetite,” you stick your tongue out.

“You are a brat. I’m your mother, you know?” You set off down the aisle next to her as she finally abandons the plumbing shelf. “Why can’t you be like Cole. Such a good boy.”

“Oh my god! Mom, you don’t know him. How do you even know he told the truth? What if there is no farm?”

“You don’t know him either, do you? So maybe, before you assume the worst, you should give him a chance.”

“A chance?” You puff out, “never. He’s an order number, nothing else. And old.”

Your mom tisks and turns towards checkout. You avoid looking at her as her disappointment radiates off her. She wiggles the washer in her hand.

“Where’s that card, I’ll put it in my purse.”

“Ugh, take it,” you flick it at her, “I was just gonna dump it in the trash.”

“Why, with how prickly you are, we shouldn’t need any more cactuses,” she chides.

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Tales of the Abyss part 48

Regicide? Is it time now? Can we? I would also go for Mohs if the game just LET ME

The fact that he gets angry over the kill order makes it real for me that he is Natalia's Dad. Meryl's Dad? Do we have to change her name now?

adfdahfd, poor guy is like "you just ruined my WHOLE WORK OF SAVING YOU" yeah sorry XD

alright bye!

(Ah, if anyone knows - I keep trying to compare Asch and Luke's appearance. Given that Asch's hair is darker and has dark tips in comparison to Luke, I wondered if their eye colors are different too, for example. But I can't see it well on the 3DS.)

Happy to hear that my party is not the only group here with in-fighting XD

Is that a visitors-badge on Dist???

*pats hand* He is either going to come around or we will find you a better family. One who doesn't let bloodrelations sway them!

Lmao, we could pull so many shenanigans with Luke and Asch switching places XD

HAH what did I say about scary strong old people in anime games? Let go!

Pulling my hat before this guy! He gets it!

Oh

Oh no here come the tears man.

How does EVERYONE understand that actions mean more than bloodrelations but the king?!

oh what the hell those are your own citizens!

Yes thank you! Also did you knock out Dist and Largo to get here?

And Asch truly DOES care about his home, even after seven years away from it

.. Which one?

Letting the name slide for once eh? Then it must be an important promise!

I don't want to hear that from you, grumpy face!

Oooooh we even get a goodbye thingy! Awww. Shower them with gald once we get Natalia reinstated!

Huff that was emotional!

@ahsokaisawesome

@magicmetslogic