#hes so puuuuure

[skzdarlings]

the ride ; skz ; chan x reader

original ask: requested by @rosequartsz : chan with the prompt ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ like the reader is the same age as jeongin so chan kinda feels bad but at the same time he wants to corrupt the reader so bad cushsisjsis

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original ask: requested by anonymous : Chan and ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜ ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

pairing: bang chan/reader content info: friends to lovers, chan is a little older than reader, reader is not actually that innocent but pretends to be and they both get off on it lol. some not very safe driving lol keep ur eyes on the road. car sex, dirty talk, teasing, corruption play, puuuuure smut. word count: 2400 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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“That’s not fair,” Jeongin says.  “I called dibs.”

“Too bad.”  You stick your tongue out at him.  “Learn to run faster, loser.”

Jeongin scowls, once more relegated to the backseat of Chan’s car.   You are sitting pretty in the passenger seat for the fourth day in a row and Jeongin is playfully annoyed about it. 

You and your twin brother have been racing into Chan’s car since high school.  You are both at university now, but Chan still offers the occasional lift.  With storm season making public transit a bigger hassle than it’s worth, Chan has been offering more rides. 

Just because of the weather.  Not any other reason.  Of course.      

You smirk, casting a side-glance into the driver’s seat.  Chan is smiling at Jeongin through the rearview mirror, looking less like Channie, the boy of your teenage fantasies, and more like Bang Chan, the man of your adult dreams.  He is wearing a baseball cap and leather jacket, his whole demeanour oozing an effortless masculinity, the bearing of a competent man who knows he can do anything. 

And still, despite his well-earned cockiness, he has an undoubtedly shy side.  When he looks at you, the tips of his ears flame an embarrassed, fiery red, and his dimpled smile is almost boyish in its sweetness. 

“Right then,” he says.  Then, like the endearingly cheesy goofball he is, he adds, “All aboard, ready for takeoff!” 

“Jeongin,” you say, blinking innocently at your twin through the mirror.  “You have your presentation notes, right?  You don’t want to forget them.”

Jeongin double-checks his bag but you already know he won’t find them.  You deliberately took them out and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“Damn,” he says, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt.  “I thought I put them in here.  Sorry, I’ll be right back.” 

Jeongin practically flies out of the car and up the driveway, leaving you and Chan.  It happens quickly, before Chan can even compute it.  You can see the gears turning in his head, but you are faster, sighing melodramatically while gathering the hem of your skirt. 

“Silly boy,” you say.  “What should we do while he’s gone?”  You draw your skirt up your thighs just enough to tease the skin of your upper thighs. 

Chan is staring there with his mouth open, his words evaporating on his tongue.  He clears his throat after a second, ripping his gaze away.  He looks across the dashboard and laughs, a shy, awkward laugh. 

“Your brother will be back in a second,” Chan says.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yeah?”

He is white-knuckling the steering wheel, like all his restraint is being poured into that physical grip.  Even so, it is not hard to pry his hand off the wheel.  You know a stronger, more belligerent shove could not bend a determined Bang Chan, but the softest touch from your gentle hands will have him breaking in seconds.   

You are slow, casual despite your racing heart, guiding his hand onto your knee.  He makes a little noise that turns your whole body to pure, liquid heat.  You make a similar sound, a faint whimper in the back of your throat, as you slide his hand up your thigh. 

“Channie,” you say, your too-sweet, too-innocent voice part of your acting, but your breathlessness undoubtedly real. 

“Don’t—”  His voice breaks and he clears his throat.  “Don’t say my name like that.  You know—”  

“What do I know, Channie?” you ask, blinking at him with wide eyes while you curl his fingers around your thigh.  You bring your legs together, holding his hand between them.

He visibly swallows, throat bobbing.  The redness has spread from his ears down his neck. 

“We’ve talked about this, baby girl,” he says, his tone stricter, taking on that darker edge that makes your heart – and everything else – gush.   “We’ve been good so far, okay?”   If stolen kisses, open zippers, and groping touches count as good.  “You’re my – you’re my friend.  You should be like a little sister or something to me… yeah?  Yeah… Yeah!”  He shakes his head, pulling himself out of the distraction caused by you unzipping your jacket.  He squeezes your thigh, a firm, warning grip.  “Don’t make this so hard,” he says. 

“What’s hard for you, Channie?” you ask, reaching into his lap and touching his thigh, then higher, finding the evidence of his words.  A shiver moves across his shoulders, his breath catching as you cup your palm around the bulge in his jeans.  “Is it something I can help you with?”  You lick your bottom lip then smile. 

“Oh,” he says.  His eyes crinkle with amusement but there is a score of different emotions on his face, all of them smoldering.  “You really wanna play that game, huh?” 

There is no chance for an answer because Jeongin returns, hopping into the car with his notes.  You and Chan separate, looking out the dashboard window.  You pat your hot skin and try to slow your racing heart. 

Sensing the oddly silent tension, Jeongin narrows his eyes and looks between you.  Eventually, his expression sours like he smells something bad. 

“Oh my god,” he says, then punches Chan in the shoulder.  “Are you fucking my sister!”

“What!” Chan says, getting redder by the second.  “Jeongin, how could— I wouldn’t— I don’t—”

“What, you don’t fuck?” Jeongin asks, then laughs until he is wheezing.  “You can do better, man.”

“Jeongin, shut up!”  You reach back to smack at him, rubbing your hand all over his stupid face and messing up his hair while he wails in protest.   

“All right, all right!”  Chan says, breaking you up.  “Let’s just… let’s just go, okay?  Okay.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you say, mostly out of spite. 

Chan squeaks. 

Jeongin pretends to gag then slumps against his window.  

“I’m gonna need to start taking the bus,” he says, morose.

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Fortunately, thanks to the impromptu revelation of your shenanigans, it does not take much convincing for Jeongin to find another ride home.  When Chan pulls into the campus parking lot to pick you up, you approach his vehicle with a grin and a wink.    

You slide into the passenger seat, smoothing down your skirt while he sighs.  It sounds more amused than frustrated.    

“Where’s your brother?” he asks. 

You shrug with theatrical exaggeration. 

“Right,” Chan says, starting the car.  “Got it.”

He puts a hand on your headrest to leverage himself, looking out the rear window as he reverses the car.  That proximity alone gets you hot, the temptation to grab him already strong.  You play a patient game, as always, stealing glances and suggestive smiles while he drives. 

Halfway home, you put a hand on his knee.  At first your touch is innocent, tracing slow circles on the denim, then you get a little more brazen, fingertips brushing up his thigh. 

“Baby,” he says in that warning voice, eyes on the road.  Holding the wheel with one hand, he uses the other to stop your wandering ascent. 

“Yes?” you ask with all that faux-innocence.  Rather than fight his touch, you guide his hand to your lap, placing it on your knee. 

Unlike this morning, he does not play nice.  You make a startled, high-pitched sound when he immediately dives under your skirt, his rough palm pressing down where you are already aching.   Your thighs slam shut out of instinct but his hand is where it wants to be, his fingers curled around your pussy in a proprietary touch. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice playfully mean.  He grinds the heel of his palm against your throbbing clit.  He never takes his eyes off the road.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?”  

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, though you cannot help but rock yourself against his hand. 

“Mmm,” he says, patting your pussy then stroking your thigh, guiding your legs open again.  “We’ll see about that.” 

You keep your eyes ahead too, pretending not to notice when he glances at you.  Then you gasp because he reaches out and tugs the zipper on your hoodie.  You instinctively clutch it, wearing nothing but a bra underneath, having taken off your other layers to surprise him.  He is the one surprising you, a secret sexy menace under all that shy sweetness.  He unzips the hoodie halfway then reaches past the material to squeeze a handful.  Your body practically sings under his touch. 

“Channie,” you say, breathless again. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says.  “Channie’s gonna take care of you, yeah?  Always.” 

“Take care of me how?”  Your question toys with that false innocence, the little game that gets you both hot, but there is genuine curiosity there too.   This game has been escalating slowly over time.  You want more and you are starting to get desperate. 

Chan looks at you.  His gaze moves over your mouth then your body, your skirt rucked up and breasts practically spilling out of your hoodie.  He swears, looking back at the road with that red blush on his ears again. 

“Fuck,” he says.  “I want to fuck you so badly.  You have no idea.” 

His words have a raw, honest edge.  He swallows, hard.  You feel like one tightly coiled ball of tension, ready to snap apart. 

“Please,” you say in that breathy voice.  “Make me feel good.  No one else can like you.” 

You do not make it all the way home.  There is a nearby lookout point at the park, a shrouded parking area that has undoubtedly seen its fair share of hook-ups.  Chan parks there and you dive at each other like randy teenagers.  You climb into his lap, bumping everything on the console on your way, the honking the horn with your backside for good measure.  It makes you both giggle.

Then your laughter is swallowed by hot, desperate, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mmm,” you hum against his lips.  You push his hat off his head and sink your fingers in his curly hair.  “Channie, please,” you say. 

He cups the back of your neck, holding your head where he wants it so he can kiss you thoroughly.  His ravishing touch leaves you shaking with need, rocking against him to no relief. 

“Poor baby,” he says with a little laugh, squeezing your neck then drawing his hand down the curve of your chest.  He unzips the rest of your hoodie.  His mouth follows the same path as his hands, down your chest and back up again. 

He is working you up, deftly and swiftly, using just a few well-placed throat kisses, a few flicks of his fingertips across the sensitive peaks of your breasts.  He seems so composed under you, other than the flush to his complexion, the heat to his skin that has him shedding his leather jacket.   You feel completely undone, half-naked and writhing in his lap.  Your hands tangle together, fumbling around his belt. 

“Let me,” he says.  He gets his belt open and his fly undone, then his hands are on you.  He doesn’t just tug your panties to the side but rips them apart, snapping the seams like they’re nothing.  Then those strong fingers are inside you, finding just how wet and ready you are for him.  He makes a low, guttural sound, thumping his head against the headrest.  “Fuck, baby girl,” he says.  “You know what you do to me?” he asks. 

“I dunno, Channie.”  You pout and bat your eyelashes.  “You better show me.” 

He laughs.  He holds your hips and moves you, positions you where he wants you.  You are pressed so close together, chest-to-chest, so you cannot see when he finally enters you.  But you feel it, hot and hard and filling you, stretching you, almost painful but burning so good.  You slap a hand to the roof of the car, eyes closing as you moan. 

“S-so much,” you say, because it feels like you have been sinking forever and he is still not all the way inside. 

“Yeah, I know, baby,” he says.  His thumb is expertly circling your clit while your whole body seems to soften, changing to fit him, like you were made for this moment.  “That’s it,” he says.  “Have a little trust in yourself.  I know you can take it.”

His thrusts are small, his hands guiding your hips over him, grinding him deep inside you.   Then you are clutching his shoulders, moaning into his neck as he fucks you slowly and steadily.  It is everything you needed and not enough, only spurring more desire.  You know you will need him again, the way he needs you.  Just the way he says your name as he holds you, as he fucks you, as he takes you apart and puts you together again.   It feels like that when you come, when he fucks you through it, saying your name and praising you. 

“Good girl,” he says, barely above a breath.  “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

When he gets close, he pushes the seat back.   You get on your knees between his legs and take him in your mouth.  He comes with a low groan and another breathless slur of your name.  Then you are back in his lap and his hands are everywhere, clutching you possessively to his chest.  You are both breathing hard, riding the slow come-down of your frantic desperation. 

“Fuck,” he eventually says.  He seems shy again, giggling as he looks at you with a blush on his face.  “We, uh, we just did that, in the car, uh wow, yeah, I, uh—”

“Channie,” you say with a laugh of your own, grabbing his face and kissing him.  He smiles into the kiss, returning it with the same tender softness. 

You kiss for a long time, ignoring the world around you.  Eventually you have to crawl back into your seat and mostly redress yourselves, still smiling and giggling at each other the whole time.  Your phone was buzzing in your bag so you finally check it, rolling your eyes at the message there.   

You show it to Chan who laughs, blushing again, but nods. 

“Right,” he says, “We should probably go get him.”

You laugh too, sending an emoji with its tongue sticking out in response to Jeongin’s message that reads:  My ride fell through.  When you are done not-fucking each other, can you come back and get me?  Thanks.  Sluts.   

[pantherxrogers]

after the game - wooyoung x fem!reader (18+)

⚾️ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

⚾️ warnings: pure smut (18+), no plot lmao, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, housewife kink, explicit language, gentle dom vibes, hint of sub reader, not proofread 👀

⚾️ summary: after seeing his wife interact with the kids at the baseball game, wooyoung wants one of his own.

⚾️ a/n: still trying out the lowercase text! this is puuuuure smut with no plot, so i hope you guys are okay with that lmao. also, i am madly in love with wooyoung and that baseball game did not help 😮‍💨

my masterlist

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

it all started with a baseball game.

now, wooyoung’s black jersey and pants are strewn on your bedroom floor, along with your sundress and thong. the pair of you barely made it to the bedroom, bodies intertwined as soon as you got home.

he’s still slightly sweaty from the heat, refusing to shower until he’s had his fill of you. he’s been hard for hours, and he’s not stopping until you both get your fix.

all you can do now is pant beneath him, his thick cock stretching you to the brink. the fringe of his grown-out hair hangs over his hooded eyes, which are focused on your sopping cunt.

he bites his lip at the sight, fascinated by your wetness coating his shaft. your steady moans keep him going, like music to his ears.

“that feel good, baby?” he teases, pushing further into you, knowing that you’re on cloud 9. you can feel every ridge of his cock, the closeness sending a shudder down your spine.

“sh-, shit, yes,” you huff, “feels so good, woo,” you whine, lifting up to meet his lips.

it’s sloppy and wet, both of you focused on the intense pleasure. the way his tongue delves into your mouth makes your pussy even wetter. he’s like a starved man, ravaging your body for whatever you can give him.

“fuck, this pussy is so damn tight,” he groans, breaking the kiss. the sight of him wetting his fingers makes your eyes roll back. when he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, you know you won’t be able to hold back for long.

“uh, woo, please,” you whine, unsure of what you’re actually asking for. you’re so close, but you don’t want this to end. he lets out a cocky laugh, carrying above the slick sounds of his sharp thrusts.

“i know, baby, i know.” he slows down a bit, making sure you feel all of him. he loves the way your face contorts, getting off on your pleasure.

“h-harder, please,” you beg, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. you moan out when he leans down, slower thrusts allowing him to grind against your clit.

you let out a gasp, hands suddenly pinned to the mattress beneath you. he’s staring at you intently, wanting to see the moment you fall apart.

“look at me when i’m fucking you.” his serious tone makes your pussy throb. when you meet his eyes, you’re enthralled by his beauty.

his tanned cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed in concentration. his full bottom lip is between his teeth, another sign of the harsh way he drills into your pussy. a warm shiver spreads over your body, further turned on by the hungry look in his eyes.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he hums, love-filled smile briefly breaking through his dominant demeanor. you whine when he pulls his cock out, sitting up to find out why he stopped.

you sweep your eyes over his body, appreciating the beauty of your husband. his lean body before you, muscular thighs bent at the knee, sitting back on his heels.

his veiny hand grips the base of his cock, tapping it on your clit. he makes a show off stroking himself, loving the way to stare at him. your thighs quiver, the sight of him making your pussy clench around nothing.

he pants, rolling his head back at the way your wetness clings to his tip. each tap of his sensitive head against your clit drives him wild.

“woo, please,” your voice cuts through to him, breaking his trance. with one last drag from your clit to your opening, he nestles his cock into you, the squelch filling the quiet of your bedroom.

“fuck, gonna cum soon,” he grunts, his thighs slapping against your thick ones.

“me too,” you squeal, feeling more of your wetness leak onto his hard cock. lifting up, you trace your tongue along the vein in his neck, the sensation making his cock jump inside of you.

“gonna cum in this pussy, make you a proper housewife,” your eyes roll back at his words, excited by the mention of his breeding kink.

“y-yes, please,” you squeal, bringing your hips up, matching the pace of his thrusts.

“want me to fill you up?” he huffs, pinning your wrists again. “maybe i should just cum in this pussy and get you pregnant, hm?”

“f-fuck woo! i’m cumming!” you squeal, eyes shutting at the immense pleasure. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips into your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“that’s right baby, cum for daddy,” he groans, thrusts getting sloppy at the sight of your fucked out expression. your pussy feels even wetter around him, the lewd noise pushing him further to the edge. your hand comes up to tweak his nipple, before running your manicured nails down his abs.

“you look so pretty for me, woo,” you hum, turning your head to press a kiss to his flexed arm.

“shit, i’m close,” he whines, hips losing their rhythm. you wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him with a sweet kiss before you pull away.

“wanna feel you cum inside me, woo,” you purr, looking up at him with doe eyes. “wanna feel you in me all night,” you look straight into his eyes, already seeing his orgasm wash over him.

“fuuuuuuuck,” he pants, warm spurts of cum flooding your wrecked pussy. you soothe him during his orgasm, stroking every part of him you can get your hands on.

when you’ve both come down, wooyoung is quick to hop up, much to your dismay.

“wooooooo,” you whine out, missing his warmth already.

“i know, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, running into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for you. when he comes back, he’s very gentle, carefully cleaning your sensitive folds. he finishes off with a soft kiss to your thigh, finally taking his place beside you again.

he pulls you into him, your sweaty bodies cuddled together beneath the sheets. your little yawn makes him chuckle, heart full of love at your cuteness.

“did i tire my baby out?” he teases, lifting your chin so he can see those pretty brown eyes. your smile is bashful, always feeling a little shy after a particularly strong orgasm. he smothers you kisses, unable to contain his love for you.

“speaking of babies,” you murmur, now causing a blush to spread across his face. “hello, mr. breeding kink,” you tease him, having fun with his embarrassment.

“you just looked so sweet today with all the kids. it made me start thinking about our future kids,” he confesses, tracing his finger along your cheek. you feel your heart skip at his confession, trying to fight back the sudden tears in your eyes.

“jagi, what’s wrong?” he hums, brows furrowing at your tears. he’s afraid for a second, hoping his confession hasn’t made you uncomfortable.

“nothing baby, i was thinking the same thing today,” you pout, so in love with the man in front of you.

you share a kiss so sweet it almost makes your heart burst. wooyoung’s lips are soft against yours, setting a slow pace. you both savor the feeling, never tiring of sharing your affection.

you’re both breathless when you pull away, giggling under the sheets like teenagers.

“so, maybe we should keep practicing,” he smirks, covering your body with his own. it’ll be a while until the both of you leave the bedroom again.

[cordidy]

First night with him...

We are not in the realm of puuuuure smut BUT these are adults activities so please, MDNI 🙏

MC is experienced, fluff, a tiny bit of smut ?, goofiness cuteness and flufiness

Not proofread, I needed to get it out of my head ! Oh and english is not my mothertongue so I take any advice and critics

The others are coming too ;)

It was happening ! Finally !!!!

Rafayel had never been that excited in his whole life as he was getting everything ready. After weeks if not MONTHS of pleading, bargaining even BEGGING on his knees ! (which he complained A LOT about after cause they were hurting !) you had finally agreed to indulge him !

You only had 1 single request, a deal breaker of a sort.

"Not the face".

At first he had been puzzled. Never before had he received such an instruction, especially for this, but he had agreed. These were your bondaries and he would NEVER cross them.

The moment you said yes, he had started the preparations. He wanted this moment to be PERFECT. You were his love, his bride, his Muse, you deserved the best experience ever ! Especially for a first...

"Do we really have to do it here ?" you asked, a bit embarassed.

"Of course ! It's the best place for it !" he had answered, installing everything, focused.

Perfect, it had to be perfect.

Soft lights ? checked

Flowers ? checked

Comfy pillows ? checked

"It's just....I was thinking about somewhere more....private...." Not that you were especially shy but still, a beach ?

"Trust me, you won't regret it" he reassured you with a smile.

"But what if people....hum....see us ?"

"Had Thomas privatize the beach for the night" he was clearly not fully with you as he was arranging the scene "besides, look at that moon ! It sooooo much prettier than the studio and you deserve the best. Go on now, strip !"

Thank God the weather was so nice you thought as you laid on the sea of blankets and pillow under Rafayel's loving gaze, entirely naked.

Perfect...

"And now, let me work my magic love...." he said, sitting behind the canvas, grabbing his palette, ready to imortalize you so the whole world could worship you the way you deserved.

While you loved the guffy idiot you were dating, seeing him so serious, so focused as he started to paint was an entire whole thing and you could feel yourself smiling like an idiot cause that man was YOURS.

After 2 hours of posing though, your body started to ache a bit and, based on the frown on Rafayel's face, he was not satisfied.

"Can we take a break ?" you asked him, startling him. He was painting you and yet it felt like he had forgotten your presence enterily as he often did when he was working.

"Hum ? Yeah sure...I could use a break too" he said absently, still focused on the canvas.

Something was off.

The piece was exquisite. Not that you ever doubted him, of course, but you had mainly seen him paint scenery and seeing yourself on the canvas...

"I know I know....I can't put a finger on it it's frustrating !" clearly, he was not satisfied with his work. "Sorry love, I promised you a masterpiece and you get....this...." Surely you were made at him for butchering your image like this... "It's....lacking" he added, frustrated, rubbing his eyes.

"Maybe the issue is not the painter but the model..." you said teasingly, trying to ease the atmosphere before putting your finger in paint and poking his cheek.

You poked him again, this time with another color, and again, and again and before you knew it, the two of you were litteraly fighting to paint the other, laughing like two idiots.

Paint, paint EVERYWHERE.

On the lights.

On the flowers.

On the comfy pillows.

On your two bodies, intertwined under the moonlight as you were making love for the first time on that beach...

He was already painting when you woke up.

Painting you.

The melancholic painting of a woman, waiting for her lover lost at sea, was now replaced by a colorfull one, your body, covered in paint, laying layzily under the sunlight.

Rafayel was smiling this time.

He finally had his masterpiece.

[tellnxlies]

@wreche [from]

He knew who the other person is the second they spoke. Nobody would forget the voice of an old friend like that! Especially not when they were such a polar opposite of one's self, lingering in the back of the mind as a reminder of what could've been; sheer boredom by having a more pure sense of life.

How long had it been since they had last stood face to face? Well, obviously over ten years since the prison sentence had been that long, rendering him behind bars for the decade. But he had been a good boy and they had let him out early!

"Oh, Nao~" He exclaims, spinning to completely face the other man with a smile on his face. The gun could be a threat, but he doubts the trigger would be pulled. Na. Naomasa is too much of a good guy to kill without meaning, is far too puuuuure having moved on from the fun days! Shame. Life could've been fun for the pair as friends. "Long time no see indeed! How've you been?"

A hand lifts to interrupt any words that the other would begin with.

"Now, before you ask, I'm fine. Just dandy! Happily gorging myself on the most delicious of fastfoods. You know. Since prison's food is so. Fucking. Awful."

That demeanor turns sour, angry almost. One second he is smiling, the next he's looking rather vicious and hurt, like a scorned dog in its cage.

"But you'd have no fucking clue, would you?"

His features flickered slightly at that intimate name, used by virtually no one these days save for his sister. But heh . . . they’d been something akin to siblings way back when, hadn’t they? Two kids down on their luck and pushed down even further by those around them. He’d been so angry with the world for what it’d done to him, and had wanted nothing more than to raze it, to force every last soul to feel even a fraction of his pain.

But he grew up.

He’d taken a new step every day towards a better tomorrow, while Vance never seemed interested in pursuing the same. Striving to push his luck further and further, instead, taking their rebellion to new extremes just to see if he could. Finally pushed it too far, if the prison sentence were any indication, and Naomasa would neither confirm nor deny if he’d shed a single tear to hear of it.

The detective’s fingers remain on the trigger for only a second more, before he allows it to drop, knowing just as well as anyone that he wouldn't have the heart to fire.

“I  tried  to help you. Don’t you  dare  blame me for what you got yourself into.”

[theskythatwritesofthisplace]

Complete the mission in full: Frozen piece

As all conversed over the coronation, the queen herself began to ascend into the realm. This time in a whisper, pigment began to show through the stone and her eyes began to move. She moved freely realizing she was alone in the back room in the portcullis. "That was easier than before... usually I get my foot stuck alone. Ha." She chuckled to herself. She heard singing in her head as so she gain her full composure. "Nyx.. she's freezing again." She said in understanding.

She quickly lifted her dress to run to Nyx's chambers, only to find her swaying on her balcony. The queen looked over the wolf's large room noticing the cleanliness, noticing Melinoe left her mark within the heart. Glowing white eyes turned to greet her with warning. But the queen didn't care for the warning and whispered "Yield, relent.. release." Within a flash the glowing eyes disappeared with Melinoe perched on Nyx's head instead. "Thanks... I was thinking she'd never let me go." Nyx said softly.

"You're still out of it aren't you?" She asked. Nyx extended an ear bud to the queen and said "You're on the wall aren't you? ..sit with me." She took and place the ear bud in her left ear and sat saying "I feel out of it again. Like I need to be here." She answered. "There's a frozen shard on me, and I think you know how and when that happened and who it belongs to." Nyx explained. She got down from the balcony looking over to the waters.

"We've made great progress though." The queen said "But there's a fat fucking risk someone will in fact move the same way others did. This time I intend to extend on what you've already done so it doubles... and I.. can stay feeling safe again." Nyx answered in a whisper. The queen sat quietly defeated. "Let me destroy that frozen element because it's debilitating for me." Nyx pleaded.

"The pain is still there?" She asked. "Worse... what's up with this wild cat? Because he's triggering me. I can't bite him for it.... because someone was running off her core element... which means???" Nyx quipped. The queen giggled understanding where her wolf was going with the conversation and answered "If he gets here he'll be impervious to us. Complete the mission. Destroy the element."

The queen stood beside Nyx and explained "This wild cat.. odd thing.. freeing thing. In some way puuuuure opposites. But then again similar. Peaceful even." "Yeah but you didn't start off with us right!?" Nyx asked paranoid. "No..he just doesn't get triggered when you guys show through.." she replied. "Too similar to others.. what makes him different?" Nyx furthered. "I've seen him on a bad day... and Warden. She's always abrasive, but he took it." She conveyed.

Hearing this made Nyx feel like a proud momma wolf watching her young feel strong. "Ma really punkin em?" Nyx asked laughing. "Just a little. She's used to th he herd... she wants to keep it." The queen explained. She continued telling Nyx that the fox instead was intrigued and happy with his presence. "What about Echo?" Nyx asked with her eyebrow raised. "The same. Don't let it fuck up the house. Don't don't it break me. But I really did it. Everything Quinn told me to do.. and everything I think you'd have me do. And I'm ok." She said with a warm demeanor.

Nyx lunged at the queen hugging her and whispered "I'm still not ashamed. I'm still happy it happened oddly. Just never again." "No..yeah never again." She replied. "You can be a full fledged queen you know.." Nyx continued "I know.." She said gently taking Nyx away from the embrace to look her eye to eye. She smiled realizing her heart's growth and said "I'm gonna do it."

[wreche]

"Long time no see." Friendly enough tone for someone that has a gun drawn on an old friend. "No one told me you were out."

He knew who the other person is the second they spoke. Nobody would forget the voice of an old friend like that! Especially not when they were such a polar opposite of one's self, lingering in the back of the mind as a reminder of what could've been; sheer boredom by having a more pure sense of life.

How long had it been since they had last stood face to face? Well, obviously over ten years since the prison sentence had been that long, rendering him behind bars for the decade. But he had been a good boy and they had let him out early!

"Oh, Nao~" He exclaims, spinning to completely face the other man with a smile on his face. The gun could be a threat, but he doubts the trigger would be pulled. Na. Naomasa is too much of a good guy to kill without meaning, is far too puuuuure having moved on from the fun days! Shame. Life could've been fun for the pair as friends. "Long time no see indeed! How've you been?"

A hand lifts to interrupt any words that the other would begin with.

"Now, before you ask, I'm fine. Just dandy! Happily gorging myself on the most delicious of fastfoods. You know. Since prison's food is so. Fucking. Awful."

That demeanor turns sour, angry almost. One second he is smiling, the next he's looking rather vicious and hurt, like a scorned dog in its cage.

"But you'd have no fucking clue, would you?"

[captainheroism]

favorite characters ✿ newt scamander

[batarella]

The Commander - Part 10 (Arkham Knight x Reader)

I JUST WANT YA’LL TO KNOW THIS BEFORE YA’LL READ THIS SINFUL, SINFUL FIC.

1. THIS IS, BY FAR, THE LONGEST SINGLE SMUT FIC I’VE DONE IN MY YEARS AND IT’S DEFINITELY BECOME ONE OF MY FAVORITES 2. YES, THIS IS THE ONLY PART OF THE COMMANDER SERIES THAT CENTERS MOSTLY ON SMUT WITHOUT STORY PROGRESSION 3. I NEEDED A LONG, COLD ASS SHOWER AFTER THIS  4. IF YOU CAN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SMUT FICS I’VE WRITTEN MYSELF AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE ANY RESPONSE

WORDS: 2724 WORDS OF PURE SMUT  WARNINGS: IDK IF THE ABOVE MESSAGE IS ENOUGH. THIS IS PUUUUURE SMUT.  (with some fluff hihi)

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It was like music.

Sweet, mellow music, a continuous flow she didn’t want to end so soon.

So she took her time, and so did he. Jason slowly undid the lace of her joggers while he continued to stare lovingly at her. His eyes had long undressed her, pushed her to her stomach and had thrust into her before his body had even started to do the same.

But he took his time.

His bare chest was warm against her own when she wrapped her arms around his neck, gently pulling him as they kissed, with her lying on her back while he hovered above her. And even then, it was soft, slow. His lips were a wonder on its own. And she couldn’t stop. It was quiet, burning, and his hold on her was so lovingly gentle.

He pulled his lips away and stared at her, without so much as a whisper. Her fingers grazed down his jaw, just feeling the burn on his skin. He never looked at her so intimately, like every detail on her face, he wanted to memorize.

Jason nipped at her nose, then her cheek, and again at her lips. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing.

Y/N gasped and gripped on his hair, biting onto his ear when his teeth bit down onto the tender skin of her neck. He nudged her legs to spread wider with his knees until he was encased around them, her feet slowly massaging his lower back to push his hips where she wanted him to be.

She hummed, feeling his welcoming hand trace up her arm, caressing her as gently as she could until it reached her hand. He pinned it onto the bed, lacing themselves through the empty spaces of her fingers until they were whole. Y/N threw her head back, feeling his body over hers, his face burying itself into her neck, and his hand loving treasuring her own.

Jason would tell her to be quiet, slow down his thrusts to avoid possibly being questioned by his lieutenants or receive any dirty, suspicious looks from his men. He would suppress her loving cries, her breathless moans even when reaching her high.

But that night, Jason couldn’t care less if it were Slade himself who overheard them from the next room.

Her panties have found a home on the cold hardwood floor near the bed, the cool air that gently brushed against her drenched, wanting pussy already sending tremors up to her limbs. Jason slowly pulled away, pulling her arms off him so he could stare at her with a gluttonous, aching look in his blue eyes. He unbuckled his belt, licking his lips as he stared at her naked body.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants, standing up to his stomach. Y/N felt her mouth water and her teeth unconsciously bit down on her lip. Jason took her hand and held it up to his cock so she could slowly pump. As her hand played and enjoyed itself, he ran a hand down her head, the locks on her hair, then held her breasts. It wasn’t painful. None of it was.

By the end of the night, if it were to end at all, he wanted her writhing and calling out his name. His name that he hadn’t heard anyone call him by in so long. And when Y/N did say it, it was the most wonderful thing to escape her lips. He loved how sweet and tender her voice was every time she says it in a whisper. And it makes his heart ache, and want her so much. He wanted her to say his name when she’s in her high, when she’s so engulfed in all the things he was doing to her body that made her want to scream and rip the sheets right from her fingers.

She felt his cock twitch and harden just before he pushed her down, and they inched to the head of the bed.

The air around them was cool, and a light breeze would tickle their light, sensitive skin, but Jason’s hold on her burned, starting at the surface of her skin and sent tremors deep into her flesh. She gasped and felt the dripping wetness from between her legs drench the sheets. His lips continued to roam around her burning skin, grinding so the tip of his cock would graze against her core.

He kissed down her breasts, her stomach, then stretched out her legs until they were up in the air. Jason held down her thighs and let his drool drip down to her already soaking wetness. At the slightest pull of his hair, her back so arched up the bed and her eyes painfully closed shut, he licked up her cunt.

And her moans, they filled the already sounding music with words. Her gentle cries with her mouth rounded to an ‘O’, the silent whispers, and finally, his name.

“Jason…”

He lapped at her folds, her wet, aching pussy. It was so drenched her juices had soaked up down her thighs. Jason closed his mouth around her clit and swirled his tongue in uneven circles. Her cries went louder, and she was thrashing in the bed. But he held her down with a hand on her stomach as he watched her move.

More. More. He kept going, drawing out her cries. “Jason…” she called out again. And it made him go faster, his eyes never leaving his view on her. Y/N held her own breasts and squeezed, and it was the most beautiful sight.

His tongue entered inside her, intimately touching her walls so gently, then he went back to her clit. She was about to come, he could feel it. Y/N’s breaths were shorter and he could feel the sweat pouring out of her skin. He continued circling her clit, faster and faster and watching her body’s response. She came undone, shaking and twitching and pulling away from him from being so sensitive, but his strong arm held her down, and he continued to lap at her cunt while her high slowly finished.

Jason sat up on his knees, squeezing her thighs and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He was just getting started, and his untouched cock was leaking and begging for some action. He leaned over and kissed her, letting her taste her own juices from his tongue. Y/N held the back of his head with one hand, while the other trailed down his back.

She looked gorgeous. Her hair in a mess and sticking to her skin, lips slightly parted and releasing wordless gasps and moans, her back arched in a curve, making her breasts and waist stick up and lightly graze the skin of his chest, and her eyes, silently calling out for him. “Please,” she begged.

“Say my name...” he whispered into her ear, slowly biting onto the flesh. Y/N drove her hips up to meet his, and she was met with the tip of his cock gently slipping into her opening. “Jason...” she cried again.

Jason slowly pushed, taking in the overwhelming feeling of the drenched, tight walls of her soft pussy suck in his dick. He was fully inside her now, and the nails digging into his muscled back made him wince along with the glorious sensation in his crotch. He kissed a tear seeping out of her eyes, pulling out just enough to feel the tip get soaked in her entrance, then thrust into her again.

This was making love. This was passion.

She’s never had this before, how the thrusts inside her was slow, but every drag of his long cock ignited something so burning, something she could never reduce to just ‘fucking’. She held his arms and moved her hips to his pace, finding his lips and kissing them just as softly as he was holding her.

It was something so beautiful and so sensual, she could never wrap her head around how different it was when she loved someone so deeply, so much that every move and touch he made felt good in itself. It wasn’t chasing the high. It wasn’t release. It was the slow, long drag to care for the aches and bruises, and it was the best thing she’s ever had in her life, this night was never to end.

The moans that left her lips started getting louder and more demanding at every pace he kept. Her nails left thin red marks along his back and her legs around his hips pushed his body further inside her. Jason’s hands were under her arched back, gripping onto her waist so he could push and pull her whole body to his thrusts.

He moaned into her ear, whispering what sounded like a soft ‘fuck’ or ‘yes’ whenever her pussy clenched around him hard. He flipped them so they’d both lie on their sides, his pace never faltering as he kept pushing in and out of her.

Jason held the back of her head, their faces so near he could taste her breaths. Her hands held on to his arms, her legs pulling him harder and harder while never leaving his eyes. His other hand fell to her ass, his fingers tastefully digging into her soft flesh while he bit her lip. “Jason- Oh!” she gasped when his cock shifted inside her and rubbed against that one spot so accurately it was deadly. She could practically hear him growl into her ear.

An orgasm was one thing, but when it had taken so much time to get there, the thrust remaining in a slow, steady pace, the end took just as long. She could feel herself come apart, every inch of her slowly transcending into this wonderful buzz, starting down from her core to her limbs.

Y/N squirted, and it was the first time she’s ever done so. Her sheets were soaked and she held onto Jason’s arms, burying herself into his chest and biting his skin. She was shaking, so hard, then she felt Jason’s cock pour out his seed deep inside her. She could feel it twitch within her walls, and his moans were muffled into her hair.

It took so long, still lying on her side while being held in his arms. For a good half hour, neither of them moved.

Her whole body felt amazing, and she couldn’t stop smelling him. Y/N nipped at his shoulder, then his neck, waking him if he was ever asleep. But he wasn’t. He pulled his head back and neared her face.

Then he smiled, staring at her. His hand was running down her hair and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She held his face and kissed him, smiling back when his hand ran up and down her waist.

“Do you have any idea how early we have to get up tomorrow?” she sighed, his lips kissing her nose. He still couldn’t stop smiling, it had her heart wrapped in a bundle.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I’ll stay up all night if I have to.”

She kissed him again. “I want this… with you.”

Jason traced a finger up her arm, up her cheek, then held her chin like he wanted her to stay put. “I want you.”

“Jason...” she whispered, running her palms down the side of his face. He held her hand tight, feeling his lips curve up once again.

For once, it wasn’t that hard to smile anymore. And it had been for a long time.

“Say that again...”

“Jason... Jason... Jason...” she hummed, peppering kisses in between. He stared at her, his heart melting at every touch of her lips. She slowed, her lips just pressing tightly against his cheek. He took it all in for a moment, seeing her perfect form being held in his arms.

“You squirted, Commander.” he smirked.

“There’s a reason I’ve done it with you the most, Knight.”

Jason bit her ear. “Was I the best?”

“Mmmm,” she hummed, and it was so sexy it made his heart jump. “Yes.”

She leaned into his ear, “And you’re the biggest.”

“Fuck.” He slowly flipped them over so she was on her back. His lips were hard on her, no longer what it was a while ago. He was hard again. She could feel it poking into her thighs. Y/N giggled as his tongue lapped over the hot skin on her neck and jaw.

“One more,” he whispered. “Come on.”

He kept kissing her. “Jason, I came twice already-y-fuck.”

His finger went inside her, curling up without warning. He thumbed her clit and watched her body move. The long, passionate part of the night was done. He wanted to satisfy his never-ending thirst for her next.

“Remember the second time we did it?” he groaned into her ear.  

Fuck. Yes she did. The second night they slept together. She couldn’t remember how many times she finished. It was the best sex she’s had in her life.

That was until tonight.

“Do you touch yourself at night thinking about it, Commander?”

“Yes…”

Jason curled his fingers in just the spot, and she screamed.

“That makes two of us.”

This was something she’ll someday look back to when she needed to get off on her own. The thought of Jason, fisting his cock possibly at the same time she was playing with her own pussy, after all those nights longing and lusting over him, he was doing the same. She cried out.

He sat up, his fingers still thrusting into her and building up the pace. He wanted to watch her come so hard again and again from his cock.

Jason flipped her over fast enough that she hadn’t thought of what happened until she was already on her knees, her ass being pushed up hard by his gripping hands. “Fuck!” Y/N screamed.

His cock dragged along the walls of her pussy, filling the air with that wet, slapping sound of their skin touching. He bent down to hold her hands gripping onto the sheets. She could feel his hard abs tickle her lower back and his mouth whisper ungodly, dirty things that sent her eyes to roll back to the back of her head. “I’ll make you come so much, you won't be able to think.”

She was a mess, a complete mess with their limbs tangled perfectly, skin on skin as the friction ignited the heat of their bodies being whole, and her moans, now crying out without regard of anyone that could possibly hear.

She turned her head to his direction, their mouths dangerously close to each other. He gripped onto her tight, slamming his hips flat against her bouncing ass. She wouldn’t stop screaming his name at that point. Her pussy had been so well-fucked, her walls dripping, and her limbs tremble furiously it was hard of her to even stand on her own.

Jason pounded into her fast and hard, gripping onto her waist so hard he might have left a few marks. But she didn’t care. Everything inside her felt like a heavenly sensation she knew only Jason could make her feel. Her vision went white, her whole body deliciously electrified by his cock, her blood pulsing throughout her veins, her nerve endings tastefully stung as if she were hit by lightning, and her limbs giving in, sending her flat on the bed with no trace of energy left inside her that could make her stand up. Jason pulled out, and a small stream of white cum seeped out of her pussy. He fell right beside her, panting as his head spun in all directions.

Her pussy felt so satisfyingly stretched and numb that she couldn’t even move from her position for a good ten minutes. She laid there, half-asleep on her stomach, as Jason watched her from her side, admiring just how much more beautiful she was when she was at her raw, genuine state while he made love to her.

He shifted to his side, pulling her in back into his arms and covering them with a thin blanket. He guided her to his chest, pressing his lips to her forehead. He heard a small hum.

“I’ll give you a fifteen-minute recess, Commander. I’m not done with you.”

She laughed, kissing him over and over again.

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KNEEL WITH ME AS WE PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS BEFORE WE ALL MEET IN HELL. ESPECIALLY THE PEOPLE BELOW ON THE TAGLIST

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[destourtereaux]

hiiii congrats on 100 again hehehehe can i get a 🔍 for my fic called pinky promises by @writingbubblegum (btw this is on a side blog i have) thank youuuuuu

hi jazzy babyyyy -- thank u and i’m on it!

k before i get started … I’M SO EXCITED BECAUSE WE BOTH LOVE JAMES IKSJDFLKSD 

pls don’t be angst pls don’t be angst pls don’t be angst

AND IT IS FLUFF ALL IS WELLLLL

pinky promises - @writingbubblegum

Soft grass tickled your cheeks and legs as you lay staring up at the infinite expanse of sky painted with swathes of white and blue. The soft swaying of trees and rustling leaves were like music to your ears.

i’m already in love. in. love. the mood is SO summery and so carefree i cannot waiiiit for my fav season

You knew when you eventually got up, dirt would be printed on your legs and bum and grass in your hair but you didn’t mind. He was here.

jaz you literally make me feel like i’m in love. DAMN.

“You’re so mean, how do I even put up with you.”

You’re laughter died down and you turned your head looking at the side profile of your favourite human being. “Because I’m pretty.” You snickered, and James merely retaliated with a loud huff.

PLEASE I LOVE THE BANTER SO MUCH

You once again delved your hands into his hair and played with it absent-mindedly, and James let out a soft sigh of contentment.

alexa, play “that should be me” by jb :’)

���Promise we do this for the rest of our lives?” you whispered, voice barely audible above the raucous chatter echoing from the Hall.

this is the sweetest thing !! pinkie promise <3

overall: LOVED IT. it was puuuuure fluff and that’s just what i need, because jamesie deserves some fluff man. you have such a way with mood and creating atmosphere and ur writing literally makes me feel like i’m there. it was SO immersive and the banter was absolutely adorableEE -- breathtaking as always lovie!

[dudeandduchess]

Please... how about Shinjurou during his younger years..? Like he's rough around the edges (like Sanemi) and has a filthy mouth who loves making his shy s/o even more flustered when they do the N A S T Y because damn it's so hot and the fact that he got to be her first too. Just puuuuure filth with this man please. Lol. (Also in this verse Ruka don't exist let's make reader the mother of Kyo and Sen and she's alive and well hahaha)

Ooooh yes, bby. As much as I love our girl Ruka, this was such a pleasure to write. Ahhhh. I do apologize for the dirty talk tho. I’m not... well, I’m not really good with it so...

But I hope you like it!!!! UwU Calling all ShinjuHoes!!!!! This is not a drill. Mehehe.

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Younger!Shinjurō x F!S/O: Wifely Duties (NSFW Scenario):

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Getting Caught in the Act (?), Rough Sex

“Shinjurō, what would you like for breakfast?” (Y/n) asked softly as she tinkered about in the kitchen.

She and her husband had just finished a handful of rounds in the bedroom, which had been the sole reason why they had started the day right around noon. With Shinjurō being home from a mission, they had all the excuse in the world to be insatiable; even though it was an everyday occurrence whenever the Flame Hashira was around his lover.

Rengoku Shinjurō was an insatiable man. His appetite for sex was immeasurable, and his refractory periods were not something to scoff at.

And to further prove the point, he just exited his and (Y/n)’s bedroom in his yukata; all while sporting a very hard and very prominent erection underneath.

(Y/n) couldn’t hold it against her husband; as she knew that he was an extremely passionate man— inside and outside of the bedroom.

Slowly, Shinjurō sidled up to his wife and put his hands on either side of her hips. He then leaned down and pressed an array of open-mouthed kisses against the side of her neck. “I want to have you for breakfast. Just put you on the table and eat your cunt out until I’m satisfied.”

A shaky laugh escaped the young woman’s lips at that, as she ducked her head to hide the scorching blush that spread across her cheeks. Sometimes he was too passionate. “I-I meant food. What food d- ah!”

She couldn’t even continue her question, as the Hashira rubbed his erection against her ass. “I just want to fuck you, (Y/n). Keep my cock inside you all day so that my cum stays inside that tight cunt of yours.

“And we’ll do that all day, everyday until you get pregnant again. Fuck, even while you’re pregnant. You’ll be my cock warmer, and we’ll mold your cunt to take on the shape of my cock even more.”

Shinjurō chuckled at his own words, before bunching up the hem of (Y/n)’s kimono in his left hand, while his right one snaked between her legs to tease her tight opening.

He couldn’t believe how tight she still was even after all the times he’d fucked her. The first time was the most memorable one, as he couldn’t get the feel of feeling her untouched walls wrapping around his cock out of his mind. The sounds she made; the quiet mewls and whimpers, as well as the soft pleas for him to go faster still made him so hot and bothered to that day.

And without preamble, he aligned his cock to her still-soaked opening and pushed the blunt head inside her. (Y/n) had to bite down on her tongue and grip the edge of the sink to steady herself, as her husband snapped his hips roughly against her behind.

His movements were so rough and overpowering that (Y/n) felt her feet lifting off the ground with every inward thrust. Yet, she still soldiered on, as she felt immense pleasure coursing through her.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight. I just want to be inside you all day,” Shinjurō practically growled, before sinking his teeth roughly into the side of (Y/n)’s neck; it was hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to break skin.

Which was good, because she didn’t know how she was going to explain that to Kyōjurō; what with him being so inquisitive and all.

“Are you close? Squeeze me tight and cum around my cock,” The Flame Hashira muttered gruffly, as he increased the pace of his thrusts.

(Y/n) was close to screaming, yet she resisted the urge to do so— not only because the neighbors would most likely hear, but because she was embarrassed to act so wanton out in the open.

The same couldn’t be said for Shinjurō, however. Because he was unabashed with his moans and groans, while he rutted against his wife. He could taste the first few vestiges of his orgasm, only to have it disappear when he heard the tiny footsteps that, he had no doubt, belonged to his and (Y/n)’s son.

Immediately, he froze and pulled out of his wife. Then, he let go of her bunched skirt and pressed his cock flush against her back.

Just in time as well, as Kyōjurō entered the kitchen with a joyous exclamation of ‘ohayō, tou-san! Okaa-san!’

As much as he wanted to get mad at his son for intruding though, he couldn’t. So, he settled for a quiet reminder uttered against the shell of (Y/n)’s ear, “We’re not done yet.”

[kittinoir]

For miraculous prompts...22 with Ladrien. Do as you please. Love your stuff btw!

Hey! I’m glad you like it

“Claws in!”

Adrien sighed, his back arching with the force of his detransformation. He dropped to his knees as Plagg reappeared, making a bee-line for his jacket pocket. He’d pushed them both too hard.; he could feel it in every inch of his body.

“Adrien!” Ladybug dropped to her knees beside him. She cupped his cheek, gently tilting his face toward her. “Are you ok?”

He nodded numbly. It was all he could do to focus on her face, on those stunning eyes that had seemed to see right through him from that very first day. Now they were filled with concern.

“Just tired,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “That one was tougher.”

“It’s more than that,” she said as she helped pull him to his feet. “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”

Days. Months. Years. Adrien didn’t know anymore. It felt like it had been eons since they’d discovered Hawk Moth’s identity. Since his father had gone on the run. He may have disappeared, but the akumas had continued to show up.

So they’d kept fighting. It was the only thing that mattered anymore. His father; his responsibility. 

“A while,” he finally said. He turned from her, looking out over their city. It was getting harder and harder to keep it in one piece. “I don’t sleep well anymore. I keep thinking I hear him creeping back in. He kept so much from me for so long and I never saw it… I’m afraid he’ll come back and I won’t notice until it’s too late.”

“Adrien…” Ladybug stepped back up beside him, lacing her fingers through his. “Will you come with me for a bit?”

Adrien quirked an eyebrow at his partner. “You know I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, m’lady.”

“I’m flattered,” Ladybug said with a smile before abruptly sweeping him up into her arms. “But we’re not going that far.”

In the end, Adrien had no idea where they were going. He was asleep within minutes, the steady beat of her heart in his ear as soothing as any lullaby. He didn’t know how long he slept for, just that as he slowly became aware of his surroundings, eyes still closed, he was warm, and…for the first time in a long time, happy. He realized that his arms were wrapped around a torso, his cheek pressed against her stomach. Her fingers were still nestled in his hair.

Still drowsy, he gently disentangled himself from her and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He glanced around the somehow-familiar pink room before his eyes landed on the girl in the bed. Recognition shot through him before he even realized that her transformation had dissolved while they slept. 

Heat flooded Adrien’s face as his partner blinked awake, those blue eyes shining even in the dimness of her room. 

“Adrien…?” She reached for him sleepily, trailing her fingers down the inside of his forearm as her eyes closed again. “Come back…I’m cold…” His skin tingled where she touched him, and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to lie back down with her.

“I don’t think I should,” he said softly. Now that he’d seen her face, he was having a hard time not looking at her. Beautiful. She was so beautiful. He unconsciously reached out, as though he might run a finger across her cheek bone, but stopped.

She frowned in her half-asleep state. “Why not?”

“Because, Marinette,” he said. “You might not want me to.”

Marinette’s eyes flew open as her hand went for her face, feeling for the mask that was no longer there. She slowly turned her eyes to him, searching his face. He didn’t know what she found there, but she sat up and reached for his hand. 

“I want you to,” she said, drawing a small figure eight on the inside of his wrist with the tip of her finger. “If you still want to.”

Adrien nodded, swallowing. “I do.”

Marinette smiled, pushing him back down into her bed. She nestled her head onto his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he pulled the blankets up around them.

“Sleep tight, Adrien,” Marinette sighed. “You’re safe…with me…”

“Always, m’lady,” Adrien murmured as sleep crept up on them once more. “Sweet dreams.”

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[bloedewir]

inquisitor back from eluvian and telling the squad all the latest news: "yes, guys, my boyfriend is a wolf god and he's going to kill us all, but don't worry, I want to save him, because our love is so puuuuure..."

Cassandra (50/50):

Varric:

Vivienne:

Blackwall:

Sera:

Dorian:

Iron Bull:

Cole:

Josephine, Cullen and Leliana:

[countrymusicandcher]

Okay so this is gonna be one of my rambles noone care about BUT I JUST FOUDN 2 NEW VIDEOS WITH THE MCGARRIGLE'S

One is from 3 months after their first record first came out, aka somewhere in janury to March 1976, and it really boggles my mind because even with her stomach hiding behind the accordian you can tell Kate is FLAT AS A GODDAMN BOARD. like they filmed her from the side and the accordian is held flat against her abdomen and there is not a hint of a baby bump even tho martha was born like 2 moths later wtf how?!

Anywaay the awesome part with that was that its so early on in theur career. 1977 is the earliest ive found prior to this. And Anna is so goddamn quiet and shy and nervous and kate is a star like her performance is on point and she repeteadly look over at and and smile to anna like "youre doing good sis, keep going" its so PUUUUURE OMG

The second one is from 2015 & its Rufus singing "Coat of many colours" with Anna on guitarr and while Rufus is brilliant and takes on the challenge like a champ and look really hot in his christmas vest it is Anna that really got me. Like, she mouths every word pf the sobg as she plays and you wish you could hear her lovely voice but she is just playing guitarr but it is still 100% amazing as she play and mouth the words and get in the lusic and at some point in an instrumental part they look at eachother and smile aaaaah my heart!!!

And then Anna, being ever the shy little babu mouse that she is, the moment the song is over she grabs her guitar and makes a run for it!!! but Rufus won't have that so he waves for her to come back!!! and when she does he pull her into a really tight hug and she kiss him on the cheek and then she turn to waves at him and the audience when she goes again!!!

[cars-in-space]

Heaven and Earth. (Prinxiety)

It was a calm, peaceful day in the mindscape. Logan and Patton were helping Thomas make a video, Virgil was listening to music in his room, and Roman was singing some lame Disney song in his.

Or so Virgil thought.

“He’s heaven and Earth to you~” Virgil could hear Roman’s, (or I suppose a peppy version of his own), voice from across the hall. He heard the creative one’s door close. He turned off his music completely, “Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through you~”

Virgil blushed at the soft, tender voice the prince was using to sing. It almost sounded like he was in...no. No, that couldn’t be it.

Virgil heard a knock at his door. He didn’t know if he wanted it open or not.

“Boy, you can’t conceal it, I know how you’re feeling~” The slight change in lyrics lead Virgil’s imagination soaring. Does that mean he actually...no, how could he...but why else…?

Virgil swiftly opens the door.

“Do you have to sing that song right he-” Virgil was cut off by Roman taking a big step forward, so that their mouths were almost touching. Virgil’s breathing stopped and he blushed intensely, unable to stop staring at the prince’s parted lips.

Roman pulled Virgil’s hood down and ran his hand through the anxious one’s hair, leaning forward a tad on his tiptoes to smell his soft hair.

“Who you’re thinking of~” The creative one breathed into the anxious one’s ear. Virgil could barely even think.

After a moment of that, the prince asked:

“You wanna kiss me now, don’t you?” Virgil nodded a quick yes, and Roman closed the small gap between them. Virgil could smell the fancy perfume Roman had on, and suddenly wished he had showered that morning. Then he remembered since Thomas didn’t, that would be impossible. Roman’s lips were as Virgil had always imagined them to be; soft. They tasted a bit like cherry lip balm, which would explain why they were softer than his. Virgil had hardly noticed, but his arms were now wrapped around the prince’s waist, his eyes closed.

Just as Roman was about to slip his hand under Virgil’s hoodie, he heard a slight muffled laugh behind him.

Virgil was sad to break the kiss, but mortified when he realised that the other sides and Thomas were watching them!

“How how how how how,” Virgil couldn’t seem to get the words out. He just buried his face in Roman’s neck in shame, his face burning.

“How long were you three standing there?” Roman asked, embarrassed but almost prideful

“Long enough.” Logan said, smirking slightly, “We were just going to show Thomas here my room for a video, but…”

Roman laughed embarrassedly. Logan turned to Patton.

“Why did you give us away, morality? Couldn’t you hold in your laughter?” Logan asked, a little annoyed, but still too happy about what they found to be too mad.

“Awww! How could I when it’s so cuuuute!!” Patton squeals, his hands squishing his cheeks, “And so puuuuure!!”

“The fandom is going to flip.” Thomas pointed out, smiling to himself, “And i’m pretty sure Taylen already ships this so…”

“I just think this is so cute!!” Patton said, then turned on another camera, “Go on! Kiss again!!”

“I...think we should give them their space, Patton.” Logan said, softly tugging on the moral man’s sleeve

“Oh. Oh.” Patton said, causing everyone to blush, especially Virgil

“Th-that’s,” Logan sputtered, “not what I-I meant!”

“Come on, guys, let’s go back to the physical realm and finish the video.” Thomas said, but couldn’t hide his smile and blush

After they leave, Roman turns back to Virgil, stroking his hair.

“Come, now, my sweet.” The romantic one purrs, “We don’t have to do anything...like that. We can just-”

Virgil pulls Roman back into another kiss, rougher this time. He’s also the one who pulls away first.

“Wanna cuddle?”

Roman giggles stupidly

“Every time.”

[themclbird]

🎄 These mistletoe drabbles are so cute ! Can i ask you one with Phoebe and one with Dominic if you're ok (this guy is so sweet and his reaction will probably be so puuuuure) ? ♥

Crossing my fingers and hoping that you like these~!

The traditional (or at least it’s traditional in my family) mistletoe in the entryway of a house. Joy and Phoebe reach the front door of a party at the same time. When they enter, the person who answered the door (aka the host of the party) points up and expects Phoebe and Joy to kiss them (the host) but instead the two girls turn to each other and share a sweet kiss on the lips. Once they pull away they walk passed the host with a quick “hello” and go join the party.

At the same party, Dominic shows up a little late and in his search for Phoebe he finds Joy talking to a few people and figures she might know where his friend is. He taps her on the shoulder to get her attention and when she turns around one of the people she was talking to points out that there’s mistletoe between her and Dom. Cue a moment of panic within Dom where he doesn’t know what to do, but ends up deciding to peck her on the cheek. With his cheeks flushing he stammers out his words as he asks if Joy knows where Phoebe is.

[lune-kuruta]

How come I’ve never seen this before??? Brace yourselves for a flood because I’m reblogging each one of these precious translations 💜 (Thank you so much for your hard work!)

About Yumoto... he is so puuuuure! 💜 *Hits the “Protect” button endlessly*

Boueibu Character Interview (Part 1 of 8)

From the Love Making mook.

Yumoto | En | Atsushi | Io | Ryuu | Kinshirou | Ibushi | Akoya

♡Hakone Yumoto♡

I’ll be asking you some questions….is that alright? Yes! Anything is fine ♪

Firstly, please tell us your likes and dislikes? I like mofumofu (cuddling..or basically anything fluffy..?), Gora An-chan’s handmade onigiri and the steamed manjuu that I get after a meal! I dislike quarreling/fights and also the green peas that are placed on top of shumai (dimsum). What’s the purpose of putting them there anyway!? I don’t get it!!

As a decoration, maybe? That’s just wrong! Just like how meat should be enjoyed as meat, and mofumofu as mofumofu –enjoying things by themselves is basic courtesy/manners! While mofumofu-ing something, I won’t pay attention to any other mofumofus!

You don’t like quarrels/fights? That’s a big no. If you end up doing so with someone, you should say “sorry” and make up!

If you have a girl you like, what kind of dates would you like? I want to go Kurotama yu (Hakone brothers’ public bath house) together.

But Kurotama yu is not a mixed bath? Hmm…. Then we’ll go to our respective baths and talk to each other with loud voices –how about that? It sounds fun!

Well…but your conversations can be heard by everyone.. That’s not a problem. Does everyone have things that would turn out bad if they are overheard by others? And also, I’d like to go to a zoo and mofumofu animals together! Nothing but just mofumofumofu…….the more I think about it the more I want to mofumofu (something)—-!! So with that, thank you for today!

Wait! There’s still something I’d like to ask! Ehh……… I see……

What do you do when you’re home (from school etc.)? I help Gora An-chan, and clean kurotama yu! ……..Ah~~~~I want to mofumofu! I can’t control the temptations anymore!!!

Okay then last question! What is Boueibu to you? Love! Then, byebye~