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[st-froy]

He doesn’t have a lot going on right now

[wanologic]

Danny wakes up. It feels different now that he’s older. Now that he’s both more and less than he was. He starts mornings out floaty, his edges indistinct, bleeding into his surroundings. He’s hyper-aware of the tentative strings connecting him to life, the blood pumping sluggishly through his veins, the breath expanding the lungs within his chest. 

He yawns. A stretch.

His brain feels like an old computer booting up, each process coming online in a slow, methodical order. Neurons firing, electric pulses traveling up and down the webbed network of sinew tangled through his skeleton. He feels the pressure of atmosphere on his skin, the floor under his feet.

It’s weird. Not uncomfortable, just strange. It’s been years, but it’s never been easy to come to terms with the new awareness of his physicality, the control he could exert over its expression and shape. What once was instinctual, settled, now flows through his fingers like water, rising and falling with the rhythm of his chest. He would say that he’s just tired, that he’s never been a morning person, but the simmer of dawn and the infinite thrumming energy beneath his skin beg to differ.

He makes his way to the bathroom. He might have walked, but probably not, he can’t be sure. It doesn’t matter. There are only friends here. He’s safe. Home.

The routine of the morning is grounding. Always the same. Jazz says it should help. That it can all become instinctual again, through enough repetition. Danny isn’t so sure.

He takes his time putting together his outfit, picking accessories and being mindful of the way it all fits against him. His body might be a projection, something just to the left of real, but clothes are normal, socks, rings, a watch. He can feel normal like this. 

Another stretch. 

He wants to scream.

He makes his way down to the shared living space. He’s grateful that he’s not crammed into a tiny apartment with strangers, that he’s allowed both the time and space to be what he is. Sam’s parents may not be the most accommodating, but this is worth every glare and snide, underhanded comment he’s had to put up with for the better part of the past decade.

He knows what comes next, but his stomach rolls in his gut. He should have something solid, go through the remaining motions of self-care, even if it’s a bowl of cereal and a piece of fruit. 

He grimaces and grabs a less-than-pleasant nutritional shake from the fridge. They’re supposed to be back up, an addition-to rather than in-replacement-of, but it’s early and he can’t bring himself to care. He finds himself on the roof, with the chilled bite of the morning and the chalky pseudo-chocolate flavor of his breakfast on his tongue.

He longs to shed this husk, to leave the weight of his flesh behind and see what the sunrise looks like from ten thousand feet. But it’s a Tuesday and he has an 8am. He wants equally to be the college student he is, to sit with his peers and bring numbers to their algorithmic conclusions—to describe the world around him in a way that makes sense, in a way that’s objectively true. One day he might even be able to describe what happened to him in a neat little equation. 

He breathes in and out, feeling heavy in his body. This is nice too, he supposes. He shuts his eyes and feels the brunt of the morning sun peek over the neighboring apartment complex. When he hears his friends shuffling about in their own morning fugue states, he sinks back inside. 

Tucker just about jumps out of his skin when he turns around, eyes half closed, to see Danny dressed and ready, silent, and much too close behind him.

Laughter peels through the house as Danny is chased through the halls and somehow he feels human.

[copypastus]

A gift for @witch-and-her-witcher loosely based on her lovely tamsand fanfic 'Lay Me on the Cold Dark Earth'.

With a little bonus Eris, not loving what they got up to on his cape.

[j4r-of-flies]

cat breaking bad pfps in case u want

[nine-is-not-a-ten]

soc

[ival-eon]

Strawberry Cuties are here!!!! Sticker set now on KoFi!

i debuted these cuties at a strawberry festival over the weekend and they were quite the hit ! theyre ready to see the world and go home with u :)

available on kofi here :)

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[kayleys]

@wvterways ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[cas-skz]

CURE FOR LONELINESS

Wooyoung x fem!reader

After the death of your father, you find comfort in a new member of his motorcycle club. Despite your uncles warnings, you can’t get enough of him.

| motorcycle gang au! | friends to lovers |

18+!! plz&thnx MDNI!!

Warnings: mentions of parent loss. mentions of a gunshot. lots of smut. chocking. unprotected sex. creampie. mouth fucking.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

writers note: this is basically brain rot that I’ve been working on for a couple of days. It’s safe to say I’m whipped stop it for Woo.

Enjoy!! cas xx

The club house was covered in a haze of smoke, loud laughter and chatting almost overtook the music playing. You stood behind the bar, quickly pouring out drinks for the gentlemen.

“Hey, Y/N! Can you go to the back and tap another keg?” Ana asked from down the bar.

You nodded, heading to the back and switching the hose to a new keg. You leaned up on the chair, tighten the screw when you suddenly felt hands on the back of your thigh, trailing up to the underline of your bum.

“You look good at this angle.” Woo cooed as one hand slipped between your legs, sending a chill up your spine.

His hand moved slowly, cupping your clothed pussy, his large fingers slowly sliding along your clit.

You bit your lip hard, trying to hold back your moan. “We can’t…” you say quietly, shoving his hand away as you jumped off the chair.

His arms caught you, pulling your hips into his. “Everyone’s too busy to notice.” Woo smirked, his breathe hot and liquor scented. His lips moved to your neck, where he placed soft wet kisses from your jaw to your ear. “Come on babes, I miss you.”

You could feel how hard Woo was thought his pants, his hands roamed your body as his lips worked on your neck, teeth nipping at your skin.

You practically grew up in the motorcycle club, your dad being a former president until he passed away. Your uncle has taken over his position, and Woo had joined a few weeks after.

You lost count of how many times your uncle told you to not get involved with him. You figured it was just to protect you, but the loneliness that came with grief had started a friendship with Woo, that turned into filling the emptiness with sex.

You couldn’t help but give in to him, a soft moan escaping your lips. You pushed him back a little, turning to quickly close and lock the door to the keg room. “You have 10 minutes.” You smirk, backing him into the chair and straddle his lap.

“I only need 5 with you.” Woo whispered, his lips roughly pressing into yours. You both quickly pulled your pants down just enough to have access, the red tip of his cock ran gently across your clit before deeply pushing inside.

Woo’s hand wrapped easily around your neck, squeezing as you leaned back, your hips slamming into his. “So tight,” he hissed, his other hand resting on your hip, both hands digging hard into your skin.

Your moans started to get louder as you felt your peak rapidly approaching, Woo’s cock slamming deep inside you.

You both came to a sudden stop when a gunshot ran out, the sound of fighting getting louder. You jumped off Woo’s lap, quickly pulling up your leggings as he did his pants, Woo placed another rough kiss on your lips. “I’m not done with you.”

You readjusted yourself before quickly rushing back to the bar, peeking around the corner as a group of men wrestled and another laughed at them. Of course it was a dumb false alarm, but everything had to be taken seriously.

The rest of the night felt slow. You and Woo occasionally would catch each others attention, practically eye fucking from different sides of the room.

“I’ll clean up Ana, you head out. Looks like you have your hands full.” You laugh, nodding your head towards her husband who was slumped over a table.

The crowd had cleared out, the members who were passed out being left behind. You had finished cleaning and had made your way to the back to start the dishwasher.

Woo’s hands creeped around your waist and his lips found their way to your neck again. “You look good as a house wife.”

You laugh, tilting your head slightly to give him more access to your neck. His hand slipped into your leggings, his fingers instantly finding your clit. “You’re soaking.” Woo purred, removing his hand and quickly shoving your pants down.

He spun you around quickly, lust filled eyes meeting each other as he kissed you gently, letting it linger before biting and pulling your lip.

“Woo, someone could walk in.” You say as your eyes follow him, lowering himself to your core. He propped your leg up on his shoulder, two fingers running along your clit before pushing inside. “Let them” Woo smirked, his tongue finding your clit.

You balled your hand in his dark hair, moaning his name as his tongue swirled and sucked at your bud, his fingers pumped your hole slowly.

“More” You beg, your eyes rolling back as his hand picked up speed. It didn’t take Woo very long to make you cum, quiet curses leaving your lips as your eyes fell back down to meet his.

His fingers worked their way from your entrance to your mouth, sliding in as your tongue swirled to collect your wetness. Woo’s lips found yours next, deeply kissing as his hands quickly swooped you up.

“You may look good in a kitchen, but I can’t fuck you properly in one.” He laughed, throwing you over his shoulder with ease.

“Hey!” You giggle, wiggling a bit in his grip as his hand slapped down on your ass. He practically threw you on his bed, the soft silk sheets cold under your body.

Woo quickly threw his shirt off, then tugged yours off. His eyes scanned your naked body, as he hovered over you. “You’re a work of art.”

You roll your eyes at him, your hand slowly sliding down his chest and abs, “says you” you say, your finger slowly tugging at his jeans. “Off”

Woo quickly pecked your lips as he climbed off the bed to kick his pants off and you crawled to your knees, leaving him a spot to sit.

You shoved his legs apart as you crawled up the bed towards his length, hands gently cupping and messaging his balls before wrapping around the base. “Surprised you held it this long.” You teased, bringing your lips to his red tip and gently sucking the leaking precum.

You worked your mouth down his shaft, tongue gliding from side to side as you took his full length into your mouth, gagging as you felt your reflux being hit. “Fuck, such a good girl.” Woo hissed.

Bobbing your head slowly, you look up to lock eyes with him once again. Woo brushed some hair from your face, using the same hand to control your head movements. His hips bucked up as you let out another gag, spit flying from the sides of your mouth as he pulled you roughly towards him. “You’re all fucking mine. You got that.”

“This pretty little mouth.” He said slowly, pulling you in for a kiss. “Mine.” He repositioned you both, laying you down on your back, his legs pushing yours apart as he trailed kisses to your breasts. Sucking slowly at the nipple. His lips and teeth worked to leave purple bruises on both breast, “Mine.”

Butterflies and tingles rang throughout your body. A feeling you hadn’t felt in year suddenly making you feel shy. “Stop” you laugh, placing a hand in his chest. “You can’t have me.” You teased.

Woo shook his head smirking, taking your hand and kissing your palm, down your wrist and to your neck. “Says who?” He whispered into your ear, his warm breath sending a chill down your spine. The tip of his cock started to rub slowly through your folds and over your clit.

Your nails dug deep into his back as he thrusted deeply inside, bottoming out as his lips found yours again. You couldn’t help but whimper and squirm slightly as your walls contacted around his still length. “Woo…” you gasp as his hips started to move ever so slowly.

“Just say it…” he whispers, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you deeply. He slowly slid his cock almost fully out before slamming it back inside you. “Say your mine.”

Woo’s lips continued to moved slowly against yours, his thrusts driving you crazy from how slow he was going. Everything felt electric, your body shook with pleasure, your mouth parting slightly as you curse loudly.

He started to pick up his pace, his hand wrapping around your neck as he looked deeply into your eyes.

Your hand gripped around his wrist, fingers gripping into his skin as you felt your walls start to contact, hips bucking as it quickly approached.

His smile is what did it. It drove you over the edge. You arched off the bed, his hand moving from your neck to the small of your back as you road out your orgasm. “Yours. All yours.”

Your lips found each other again, deeply kissing as he pulled you up, one hand in your hair and the other on your waist. You could feel his cock start to twitch as you came down, “fuck…” Woo cursed, pulling you in close and hiding in the nook of your neck. His body shook with yours as you felt his cum shoot deeply inside you.

You both held each other close, lips moving softly in unison. Woo pulled away a bit, cupping your face. “I’m gonna protect you. I’m gonna make sure you’re safe, that you’re happy.” He pecked your lips ever few words.

“You mean it?” You ask sincerely, leaning into his hand.

Woo nodded, smiling down at you. “I do. I promise.”

His limp member grew hard again inside you as his lips moved softly against yours. You rocked your hips slowly with his, your already filled pussy dripping down the sides of his thick cock.

Woo laid back on the bed, his cock bottoming out as you adjusted yourself on top. Your hands rested on his abs and you rode his cock, legs twitching from the overstimulation. “Come here. I want to hold you.” he hummed.

You rested your weak body on his chest as his hips thrusted upwards into you rapidly, arms wrapped tightly around you. Your nails dug into his chest as you cursed and moaned, your eyes flicking up to look at him, who’s eyes were on you.

Woo flashed his sweet smile again, pulling you towards him to kiss your lips. You felt his cock start to twitch and firm inside of you, his warm cum filling your insides again. It threw you into your own orgasm, body shaking again as he slammed a few last thrusts into you.

The kiss softened as he pulled out, a pair of muffled moans mixed in between. You slid up a bit more on Woo, feeling your combined juices leaking out as you deepened the kiss.

His fingers ran up and down your spine as you settled onto his chest, your breathing calming and eyes fluttering closed. You still has butterflies and tingles running through your body.

You sighed softly as reality set back in, and you realized where you were. The two of you usually just went at each other in different hiding spots. The late night conversations you had were spent on the roof.

You started to move, but Woo’s arms pulled you back. “Don’t go…” he whispered, “Please…stay with me.” He kissed the top of your head as you settled back down, listening to his heart beat.

After a while, the two of you finally pulled yourselves from the bed, Woo guiding you to the bathroom and into the shower. You giggled and kissed the whole time, Woo not taking his eyes off yours as the hot water washed over you both.

It had been so long since you felt sincere happiness and while it scared you, it also made you feel human again.

Exiting the shower, Woo quickly wrapped you both in a towel, drying you off first before himself. You skipped back to the bedroom, grabbing Woo’s shirt from the ground and throwing it on before jumping into bed. Woo joined seconds later, getting himself comfortable before pulling you in close. He placed kisses on top of your head, his hand rubbing your arm gently.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” Woo asked,

You looked up at him, poking his nose and smiling, “I think you have to take me on an actual date for us to be dating.” You teased.

Woo laughed, squeezing you gentle. “Well, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Waking up in a cute guys bed.” You yawned.

“And going on a date with him?”

“And going on a date with him.” You confirm.

[real-odark]

these FREAKS!!!

[superk1ss]

Selfship stuff! Most of it is @kimslovebin tho lol

[akabendyfan]

ANYWAYS @alsojnpie i made a thin g😭

[mfingenius]

“Draco!” There was a hand on his shoulder, and he blinked into startingly light eyes. “We’re over here, come on.” 

Theo was wearing navy blue robes, startlingly dark against his pale skin, moles mottled up his neck and across his cheek, over his nose, his chin, one on his eyebrow; almost like stars, Draco thought dazedly. Maybe he was the one who should’ve been named after a constellation, not Draco. 

“Hey.” Daphne was wearing formal emerald robes; they must’ve been tailored, too – Draco would’ve been willing to bet his arse every single outfit in the party was – because they fit her just right, except for the length; he noticed high heeled shoes had been discarded beside her in the grass. “We were wondering if you’d make it.” 

We? He blinked again and clung to reality with his nails digging into his palms, looking around slowly; it was Daphne, Theo, Blaise – in stunning plum robes that must’ve cost even more than Draco’s – and, surprisingly, Pansy Parkinson. 

“Why aren’t you at school?” he asked, surprised. 

Theo, Daphne, and Blaise looked at each other, and Parkinson sneered. 

“It’s July,” she said. “Why would we still be at school?” 

Blaise glared at her. “Shut up, Parkinson. Draco, it’s been almost eight weeks since you left school.” 

Eight weeks? It hadn’t felt like eight weeks; he thought of the letters from his friends that Apus – the family owl – had been leaving on his drawer chest; they hadn’t stopped coming even though they’d gone unopened and unanswered.  

[bobardo]

smth a little soft bc I think we need it nowadays.

boxer!carmy, who has nightmares and fucking hates admitting that to his girl.

boxer!carmy, who has trouble waking up from his nightmares. he's losing a fight in this one, which doesn't happen often.. but when he does, it feels like a whole new low. the crowd, who's supposed to be cheering for *him* is shouting this *dumbass'* name, and he's seeing red, he's feeling like he's back in high school, and-

his girl wakes up from her slumber, noting the way that her bear just.. tensed around her all the sudden. and how he was making that face, the one he made when he was about to snap, and..

ill leave this one up to you, ev <3

🍓non

tw!! carmy leads a pretty tragic life.

oh lawd bestie you’ve got me thinking HARD.

i feel like reader would definitely put her WHOLE LIFE in jeopardy. like, leg swung over his waist, straddling her big, upset bear with hands on his shoulders gently shaking, urging “c’mon, carm, wake up, s’just a dream bear. promise.” and when his eyes snap open he’s ready to sit up right but there’s this weight on top of him and he can’t fucking move.

he was already in fight or flight mode, but he’s in fight mode now. growling and thrashing and about two seconds from shoving said weight off of him so he can pummel it into the ground when “carmen.”

and suddenly he’s not being shoved against the cold metal lockers of his middle school, not having his head bashed through a window in his high school, not being locked in the basement, forgotten, by his family.

he’s here. he’s home, with his girl, his cub, who’s sliding her palms up and down his chest, across his collarbones, telling him “it’s ok, you’re ok bear, you’re safe.”

and she’s soft about it, even if her heart is racing, even if she knows this could go south very fast. never raises her voice, never pushes and pulls at him to get him awake. she can be rough, rougher than him when she wants to, but never when he’s like this. never when he’s so… small.

when he fully comes to he’s wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling into her chest with big, stuttered breaths that make her heart ache. but she stays strong, sturdy and constant, for him. moves her paws from his chest to his back and scratches. up and down, up and down, to the nape of his neck and the small of his back, providing him an anchor, a tether to this moment.

if he falls back asleep, it’s cradled like a baby in his cub’s arms, and she wouldn’t have it any other way 🥲