#drenched in the mud

[artcalledwind]

[rivangel]

with how flexible and small levi is he could curl up like a pillbug and/or fit in a suitcase or something

[rottenfleshnbones]

they should make bein kinda gross part of boyhood again !

[moominpopzz]

So me and my older sister just had to switch out the starter in our dads truck for him after it poured rain last night and,, he laughed when we came back inside so I thought it’d be funny to do a little diagram

Alt text also has what’s written incase my handwriting is bad ^^��

[claudeleine]

went thru a cornmaze in the rain last night with one friend while the rest of our group did the haunted one. but we had the scarier experience bc there was a fawking child scurrying around in the god damn mud ahead of us like something out of a horror movie 😭

[permanentbottombunk]

I crave walking in the rain

I want Drenched. I want Splash in Puddle. I want Big Boom Thunder. Barefoot, Big T-Shirt, Shorts, Hair Down.

I need it

[darkwood-sleddog]

there is NOTHING like the kind of sweat from a rainy 39 F degree dog walk...like uh...too warm for winter stuff too cold to not have a jacket? also. rain.

[grinchwrapsupreme]

what i love about shows like Sherlock and Psych is when they have to show the main guy Noticing Things that no one else does they always make the clue obscenely obvious like no one would ever have that much cat hair on their sleeve but they HAVE to make it that obvious or the audience might not notice even when they zoom in 10000000%

[crimeronan]

i spent about an hour and a half walking around portland today to get groceries because one car needs repairs and the other has a flat tire at the moment, which was honestly really nice bc i'm at a point in my recovery where moving around ACTUALLY LESSENS MY PAIN. wild. the only caveat is that there was a rainstorm today, which naturally made the ground very muddy, and when i got home and took off my sneakers it...... looked like i was unearthing a bog body.

[slowdive1994]

Discovery of the day: when you go out for a 10km hike in the mud, you tend to get a tad bit muddy.

[orcelito]

i need the fucking fluffiest goddamned vashwood fic around

pls if someone could hook me up PLEASE help

[midnapanda]

Guess who gets a whole bucket of Nickelodeon slime dumped over their head?

:D

This guy!!! Hooray!!

[captainclickycat]

Character in a phone game ad: Augh! You messed up my makeover! Now my asshole boyfriend will never take me back!

Me: Ma’am are you aware that you are on fire

[vaguedistress]

cigs post skz

[chuluoyi]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

- sylus x reader

you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!

note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)

“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”

On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.

“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”

“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—

—fell into Luke's arms.

In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—

“What are you doing?”

And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.

“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.

However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”

Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.

“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.

But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”

“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.

As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?

As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.

“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”

“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”

Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.

“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”

You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”

“I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”

You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”

It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”

You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”

“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”

“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”

. . .

“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.

Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”

Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”

"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”

“You don’t have to…”

“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”

“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”

Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"

You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”

There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—

But after a while...

Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”

You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.

But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.

But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”

“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”

If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.

“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”

A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”

Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.

He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.

“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”

“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”

“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”

A wicked grin curved his lips.

“I'll pick up where I left off.”

[oficeandwind]

the explosion almost sends chongyun spinning, being launched away. he barely clings onto the bank though, digging his fingers into the roots hidden beneath for some sort of grip. if ren wants to use his vision for these shenanigans, chongyun can use theirs too.

they freeze whatever bits of water they can, more to shield chongyun from any further chaos in the water. by the time things start settling, chongyun can see that ren is already standing ashore, dry. there's a brief scowl on chongyun's face; THEY'RE covered in mud and still soaking wet.

they're practically CRAWLING out of the water now, brushing mud off their clothes and flicking it toward the ground. "you asshole," chongyun whines, though his tone is lighthearted. "what if i'd gone over a...a waterfall or something?"

there is no waterfall near this body of water. it's JUST a lake.

still, he's sitting down, and taking his jacket off to ring it out, maybe rinse it off again. "admittedly, i think i did have that coming. i forgot how strong your anemo is." they grin up at ren though. "i'd do it again in a heartbeat though."

this  time,  his  guard  is  up  —  and  so  when  the  exorcist  scoops  up  a  handful  of  muck  mumbling  vaguely  about  such  filthy  things  (  wet  dirt  )  ren  already  knows  what  they're  planning.  ❝  chongyun. ❞  he  lurches  away,  but  his  flowy  attire  is  entirely  SATURATED  and  it's  difficult  to  maneuver  with  even  a  modicum  of  his  usual  fluidity.  hands  raise  defensively,  and  there's  a  curious  cocktail  of  rage  and  genuine  fear  painting  itself  across  the  wanderer's  countenance.  ❝  don't  you  dare. ❞  no.  no.  no.   ❝  IF  YOU  GET  MY  CLOTHES  DIRTY,  I  WILL  KILL  YOU. ❞

regrettably,  chongyun  does  dare.  ren  shrieks  in  a  manner  he  will  absolutely  REFUSE  to  acknowledge  later  and  responds  in  kind.  a  flick  of  the  wrist,  a  burst  of  anemo  striking  the  water  —  and  the  small  pond  EXPLODES  as  if  a  particularly  large  stone  has  been  dropped  in  its  center.  now  they're  even  more  drenched  than  before;  that's  just  great.

...  it's  strange.  he  feels  almost  normal  right  now.

dropping  that  thought  as  though  it  were  a  hot  coal,  ren  rises  to  his  feet  and  stomps  out  of  the  water.  he  spreads  his  arms  and  looks  down  at  his  clothes,  wrinkling  his  nose  at  the  sight  of  them  —  though  another  gust  of  wind  seemingly  repels  the  moisture,  scattering  countless  shimmering  droplets  every  which  way.  (  suspiciously,  the  majority  fly  in  chongyun's  direction.  )