#i can't believe i wrote this tbh

[lavendarlily]

13 for Pitch Pearl or Swagger Bishie if you're feeling really spicy fhdjjs

OK YA THIS ONE A LIL SPICY I HAVE OFFICIALLY SINNed (giving it like an M rating)

putting it under the cut + bonus doodle

13. linking hands together during sex

He’d never been drunk before, but if he had to guess, it had nothing on what he felt right now. Phantom was senseless looking down at his human. He couldn’t think straight; every thought was hitting him at once, and he couldn’t decide whether to ravish or worship the boy before him.

Maybe he could do both. 

He was straddling Danny on top of Danny’s bed. Phantom brought a finger to the boy’s face and stroked his cheek, fascinated by the red that bloomed against his pale complexion. He leaned down and began softly kissing from the ear down the jawline, then captured Danny’s mouth with a kiss. Arms moved up his back, pulling him in closer. They traveled up his spine and into his hair, the sensation causing him to chuckle into his lover’s mouth.

Phantom drew from Danny’s lips and began making his way down Danny’s neck. A nip there, a tender kiss there; he was no stranger to Danny’s body and how he could elicit those beautiful noises of pleasure. Sure enough, a small moan escaped from his throat as Phantom bit down gently on his pulse. His core sang as he drank up Danny’s gratification. 

They were both shirtless at this point, and Phantom pulled back to admire Danny’s flushed skin, the freckles that dotted his chest that he could draw constellations from, the uncovered piece of flesh that sat over his beating heart, leaving it beautifully vulnerable. 

“Is there something wrong?” Danny asked, as Phantom had ceased their activity to trace lines across Danny’s collarbone, around his pectorals, and back up towards his shoulders. 

Phantom cocked his head, half-lidded eyes still glued to Danny’s chest. “Just admiring.” 

“I’m not that interesting,” Danny mumbled. 

“Darling, you are the most beautiful thing to walk among the stars, if they are so lucky to feel your footsteps upon them.” Phantom pushed back a lock of loose hair that framed Danny’s face. He was instantly amused by the pool of red that appeared across the boy’s body. In this state of undress, there was no hiding. 

He descended again onto Danny’s neck, making his way down to his chest, stopping to nuzzle where Danny’s heart lay. Phantom continued down his torso, to his lower abdomen, sliding his body down the bed as his kisses trailed further south. A hand grabbed at Phantom’s hair, tugging him back up. The ghost followed its pull until his lips found Danny’s once again.

“Did you not like that?” Phantom whispered in between movements. 

“Mmph, just wanted to kiss you,” Danny replied, taking the lead this time, nibbling at his partner’s lower lip before slipping his tongue past the ghost’s chilled lips.

While Phantom was fine with letting Danny take control of the kiss, he let his hand travel downard past Danny’s waistband and gave the other boy a firm squeeze. He smirked as Danny gasped into his mouth.

Danny’s hands briefly left Phantom’s body as he hurriedly disposed of his jeans and boxers, and getting lost in his excitement, Phantom did the same. Their bodies found each other once more, Phantom not hesitating to resume where they’d left off, and continued his movements until his human was so lost to his touch he was no longer able to return the kiss. 

Phantom became enamored with the way his chin tipped up, jaw slacked, eyes closed, how his dark eyelashes contrasted against the white of his skin. It was too easy to get lost in moments like this, and while normally Phantom was able to catch himself, he found his desire eating away at his self control. 

He released his grip on Danny, and moved his hand to his thigh, pushing it aside to create a space for him to settle between the boy’s legs. Phantom pulled his torso back so he could grab at Danny’s hips, and gave an experimental thrust forward. He felt the body beneath him stiffen, and paused. 

“Danny?” He lifted his head to properly look at his partner, whose expression had shifted from bliss to discomfort. 

Danny licked his lips, exhaling a warm puff of air that met Phantom’s face. 

“I’m sorry love, I shouldn't have assumed…” He began pulling himself off the other boy’s body.

Danny’s eyes widened, and grabbed Phantom’s arm to keep him from leaving. “Wait, no. I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to, like, do that, but…”  

“But?” 

The lust clouding Phantom’s judgment cleared, as the sour taste of Danny’s unease washed over him. It was almost physically painful to see Danny so uncomfortable, especially it being at Phantom’s own hands. He felt terrible. 

“But what if you don’t want me after?” 

His eyes darted around, and Phantom could hear his heartbeat rattling away in its cage.

The ghost stared fondly down at the boy beneath him, and cupped his cheek. “Daniel. Darling. Why would you ever think that?” 

“I’m sorry, it’s stupid.” His eyes still wouldn’t meet Phantom’s as he spoke his deflection. 

“Danny, your feelings are never stupid. You are such a wonder to me, and I am so lucky to have found a soul as beautiful as yours. Truly, no one else could have helped me form after our accident. I will always have a part of you, as you will always have a part of me.”

He leaned back in towards Danny, kissing a different part of his face between each word. “I. Love. You. So. Much.” Slowly, the body beneath him relaxed. 

“I’m a little scared,” it whispered. 

“We don’t have to.”

“I know. But I want to.”

“We can stop at any time, love. I’m right here,” he reassured, and reached for one of Danny’s hands, linking their fingers together. 

“Okay.”

doing drabbles from this ask game!

[signiorbenedickofpadua]

Anachronistic Greetings

by SigniorBenedickofPadua — Read on AO3

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling Rating: Mature Words: 2900 Tags: Sleep Deprivation, Accidental Kissing, Professor Hob Gadling, First Kiss, Getting Together, Dream Sex, Middle English. Counter Sex, or counter-foreplay to be precise, Accidental Confession, Daydreaming, Feelings Revealed by Daydreaming

Summary:

Hob is sleep deprived. That's fine, it happens, he's used to it. It's just that when you're 600-something the centuries can start to blend together a bit when you're tired. Enough so, apparently, that when Dream pops by for a visit, Hob's muddled brain decides to greet him with a "Salve!" and a kiss on the lips like it's still 1389 and he's greeting any old friend and not the cosmic being he's secretly in love with in the year of our Lord 2023. It's a good thing Dream is understanding. Very understanding.

Hob stared down at the kitchen table he was sitting at, resting his head in his hands as he absently followed the pattern of the wood grain with unseeing eyes, mind occupied with thoughts of absolutely nothing at all. He could have been sitting there for anything between seconds and hours for all he knew when he suddenly blinked and realised that he had entered the kitchen to get something to eat. Probably. He was fairly sure he hadn’t eaten yet.

He shook his head, forcing himself to snap out of it and come back to the then and there. He had just gotten home from work, and he was going to have dinner. Right. Yes. Only problem was he hadn’t quite got to that point before spacing out and forgetting what he was doing due to the fact that he hadn’t slept a wink last night. He’d had to stay up late marking essays, after which his brain had just refused to shut off and stop thinking about Middle English syntax for long enough for him to fall asleep.

Actually, come to think of it, that was two nights ago. Had he been awake all of last night too? He thought he might have been, having been too tired to fall asleep because the human body was bloody stupid like that. He attributed the fact that he hadn’t simply collapsed in front of his students while lecturing to his experience marching for days without proper rest back when he was constantly fighting for or against one Plantagenet king or another. But just because his body had kept going through the day didn’t mean his brain had followed at the same pace.

He felt a little bad for his students, to be honest, because he doubted his lectures had been up to his usual standards. At one point, if he remembered correctly, he had slipped into Middle French for several sentences before realising it, and, while talking about how the printing press had contributed to standardising the vocabulary of the English language, he was pretty sure he had used the pronouns “I” and “we” a few too many times to be entirely advisable for someone who was keen on keeping their immortality a secret.

He blinked again. Food. Right. He’d gotten distracted thinking about why he was distracted in the first place. Maybe he should just give up and go straight to bed, to catch up. Or maybe he’d better stay awake and go to bed at a normal time so as not to fuck up his sleep schedule even more by going to sleep at five in the afternoon. Hm. Dinner first. Then decisions.

He had just gotten up from his chair with the intention of opening the fridge to see what his options were when he heard a knock on his front door. Seconds later, he heard it opening. Hob instinctively reached for a sword which no longer hung at his hip before realising that a burglar probably wouldn’t bother knocking before breaking in, and that he had, in fact, forgotten to lock the door behind him when he got home.

The door closed behind his visitor, and he heard a familiar voice call, “Hob?”

Ah, of course. Who else would just waltz into his flat without waiting to be let in? He supposed he should be grateful Dream had learned to knock at all instead of just travelling by sand straight to Hob’s living room as he had often done back when the two of them had first started spending time together outside their centennial appointments. A wide smile spread across his face as he made his way into the hallway and laid eyes on his old friend. Sleep deprivation or not, Dream was always welcome.

“Salve, my freend,” he greeted him, laying his hands on Dream’s shoulders and standing on tiptoes to reach up and plant a kiss on his lips. “Wel y-mette.” He turned and headed back towards the kitchen. “I was just going to figure out dinner. Can I get you anything?”

There was no response, but Hob hadn’t really expected much of one. Asking Dream if he wanted something to eat or drink was mostly just a habitual courtesy — he knew he rarely indulged in such things in the waking world. He opened the fridge and looked over its contents with his own needs in mind as he waited for Dream to catch up and join him in the kitchen, which took longer than expected. Settling on some leftover stew, he removed the tupperware from the fridge and wandered over to the breadbox on the counter, cursing when he realised he was out of trencher bread. Wait. No. Why the fuck would he use a trencher? He had plates nowadays. Christ, he needed to sleep.

“Is this style of greeting coming back into fashion?” he heard Dream ask from the doorway, and he tore his eyes from the breadbox he had been blindly staring at for just a bit too long to look up at his friend.

“Hm? What greeting?”

Dream raised an eyebrow. “You do not usually kiss me when I enter your home.”

If Hob’s brain had been moving slowly before, now it froze completely. “Kiss? I didn’t—” His short-term memory finally caught up with him and he felt suddenly faint. “Oh, God… I’m— Fuck, I’m sorry, Dream.” The ice-cold fear that had gripped his heart was somewhat lessened by the fact that Dream looked mildly amused rather than offended, and he buried his rapidly flushing face in his hands. “Christ, I didn’t mean to— Sorry, I’m really out of it today and I think my brain has been stuck in the wrong century the entire day. I was going for a friendly greeting and apparently chose something that would’ve been appropriate six hundred years ago — before, you know, kissing on the mouth like that had the, uh, intimate connotations it has today.”

“I am aware of the greeting customs of humans, past and present,” Dream said, and when Hob dared to look up again, he could see the corner of his friend’s mouth twitch slightly, “I was merely taken aback by the anachronism.”

Hob took that as confirmation that he was forgiven for his slip-up, and he allowed himself a slightly nervous chuckle to lighten the mood, trying very hard to push back the thought that he had actually kissed Dream. He now knew what those lips felt like against his own, after having fantasised about it for ages. And this is how he found out? Through an absent-mindedly archaic greeting that was over in a second? Fucking hell, Gadling, get a grip. He needed to invest in sleeping pills after this, to prevent anything like it to ever happen again.

“Well, still. Sorry. Wouldn’t have been appropriate even if this had been the 14th century, would it? We’re hardly equals — you know, with you being a literal king and all. Someone like me should have kissed the hem of your coat, or the ground at your feet, or something like that.”

Dream took a step closer to where Hob was leaning back against the counter. “You are not my subject, Hob Gadling. You are my friend. I would rather have you kiss me like an equal.”

And wasn’t that a thought? Hob tried to remind himself that Dream’s words were on the subject of platonic greetings in a historical context, but he was finding it very, very hard not to imagine him saying the same thing in a modern context — as an invitation. His eyes dropped down to Dream’s plump lips, which looked so much softer when turned up in fond amusement than when pursed in annoyance or fury. Quite against his conscious efforts not to, he recalled the way they had parted slightly in surprise when he had covered them with his own and how they had not been as cool as he had previously imagined them, but pleasantly warm and lush. He imagined they would feel even more so if Dream initiated a kiss instead of being surprised by one. Especially if he abandoned the platonic pretence and kissed Hob the way he had dreamt of for far longer than he cared to admit.

Dream’s lips moved, saying something that Hob didn’t quite register, but which at least made him realise that he had been staring rather rudely.

“Hm?” he said again, tearing his eyes away to meet Dream’s. They were darker and closer to him than they had been before. “Sorry, what?”

“You are sleep deprived,” Dream stated simply.

“How did you know?”

“I am Dream of the Endless. I know.” He stepped even closer to Hob, almost crowding him against the counter. “And, being half asleep as you are, your daydreams are far more vivid and harder to ignore than usual.”

“What— Oh.” Oh no… “Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“No need to apologise,” Dream murmured. He was practically hovering over Hob at this point. “Unless…you did not mean it?”

His nose brushed lightly against Hob’s, and Hob forgot how to breathe. “Mean what?” he managed to squeeze out, dizzy with proximity to his oldest friend.

This close he could smell him. He could feel Dream’s breath (which he did not strictly need) dance over his lips when he spoke again, a low rumble which reverberated through Hob’s entire body and lit a fire in his belly.

“Do you wish me to stop?” Dream clarified, and there could be no question as to his meaning. Not when his body made contact with Hob’s, pressing him up against the counter, gently but insistently.

“No,” Hob breathed, half suspecting that he had, in fact, fallen asleep at the kitchen table and that this was a dream. But he had been friends with Dream long enough to be able to tell the difference between dreaming and waking, as well as how to tell if his friend was actually there in his dreams. As unlikely as this was, his feet were firmly planted in the Waking, even if his mind was at risk of straying dangerously close to the Dreaming in his current state. “No, I don’t.”

“Very well.” Dream’s voice was halfway between a purr and a growl as he surged forward, closing the remaining distance to slot their lips and bodies together.

Hob had been right. There was a world of difference between giving Dream a little peck on the mouth and being kissed by him in earnest. To say that sparks flew would be an understatement. It was more akin to being consumed but a wildfire, burning hot and fierce. Gone was the reserved stiffness his friend often exhibited in public. Now he sank his hands into Hob’s hair with passionate abandon and licked into his mouth like a man dying of thirst hoping to catch every last drop of water in his cup. He pressed himself close to Hob, slipping a knee between his legs and rolling his hips experimentally, obviously pleased when it wrung a moan out of Hob.

Hob’s hands flew up to Dream’s hips, finding their way beneath his stupid, elegant coat which he still hadn’t removed. He clutched at the fabric of his shirt, using it to pull his friend even closer, marvelling at the solidity of his thin body as he splayed a hand over his ribs and moved it in a caress around to his back. He could count every knob in his spine by touch, yes, but the muscles surrounding it were strong and firm and they danced beneath his hand as Dream reached down and lifted Hob onto the countertop like he weighed absolutely nothing — and fuck, if that wasn’t a turn on…

Hob retaliated by wrapping his legs around Dream’s lithe form and groaned when his friend rutted up against him. He was reasonably sure that Dream must have made himself taller than he’d been a moment ago for their groins to still be at the same height, but he had a hard time focusing on that when it felt so damn good to have Dream’s obvious erection rub against his own, even through far too many layers of clothes. 

“Fuck, Dream…” he gasped when Dream, a good while later, broke the kiss to instead mouth at the side of his neck, then up to nip at a sensitive earlobe, all while slipping his hands under the hem of his shirt to palm at longing skin. “Are you… Ah! Do you want to take this to the bedroom?”

He was proud of himself for managing the question without his voice trembling. Despite the fact that Dream had initiated this whole thing and was clearly as excited about it as Hob was, he still felt the half-irrational fear that any sudden moves or potentially offending propositions might send his friend running like he had the last time Hob had dared presume too much.

Dream hummed against the spot where Hob’s ear connected to his jaw and dragged his fingernails lightly down his back, sending a shiver down his spine. “A sensible idea. You are weary and need to rest.”

“Not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Nevertheless, I think perhaps you ought to get some sleep. I can feel you yearning for the Dreaming, in mind and body alike.”

“For its ruler, maybe. I may be a bit tired, but I’d rather continue this than try and fail to go to sleep right now.”

He would never admit it, but a pang of anxiety shot through him at the thought of interrupting this at this point. He needed them to see it through, and to talk about it afterwards to figure out what the hell it meant. If they stopped now, if Dream left… Would they have the courage to bring it up the next time they saw each other, or would they dance around it for a few more centuries? He wasn’t sure he could bear that.

Dream pulled back enough to meet Hob’s eyes. His lips were red and puffy and sported an amused smile. “Hob, I shall join you in the Dreaming, naturally. I too am quite keen to finish what we have started.” He punctuated this with a roll of his hips which chased Hob’s fears away to make room for arousal. “As for falling asleep — there are certain benefits to keeping the King of Dreams as one’s lover. It will not prove an obstacle.”

Hob hardly heard anything he said after the word lover, which bounced around in his head like an intoxicating echo. “Well, then… Bringe me to bedde, louer myn,” he murmured, lifting a hand to push a strand of Dream’s wild hair behind his ear. It was just as soft as it looked.

His lover smiled and whispered, “Slepe, thanne, my biloued.”

Dream bent his head to place a gentle kiss on Hob’s forehead, and suddenly it was nigh on impossible to keep his eyes open. The last thing Hob was conscious of before sleep claimed him was his head slumping forward to rest on Dream’s shoulder. Then everything went dark and fuzzy.

***

When Hob next opened his eyes, he knew he was dreaming. He found himself in a room he did not recognise, but he knew it belonged to the Palace of the Dreaming. It was unclear whether he knew it because he recognised the stone the walls were built from, or the style of the lofty stained-glass windows, or because of the way you just knew things sometimes when you dreamt, but it hardly mattered. What mattered was that he was lucid, that he was in a bed, that he was naked beneath the sheets, and that Dream stood before him by the side of the bed, dressed only in a diaphanous black robe which was seemingly woven from pure shadow.

“Hello, Hob,” Dream rumbled, voice impossibly deep and sonorous here in his natural habitat. His eyes gleamed with starlight as he looked down at Hob.

“Please tell me I’m not currently asleep in a heap on my kitchen floor,” was what Hob managed to say after suppressing the urge to just whine and rip that horribly teasing robe off of Dream’s body.

“Of course not. I carried you to bed. The point was to ensure you got some restful sleep, which the floor is hardly suited for.”

“Oh, that’s the point of this, is it?” Hob asked with a breathless laugh, running his eyes down the neckline of the robe, which plunged dangerously low.

Dream smirked. “Among other things.” He placed a knee on the bed, and then, in an unnaturally smooth movement, he was seated across Hob’s hips, their bodies separated only by the gossamer fabric of the robe and the silky satin of the sheets.

“And what were those, again? Would you care to remind me?” Hob teased, reaching out to slide his hands up slim but powerful thighs.

“It would be my pleasure.”

That night, as Hob would later reflect, put every wet dream he’d had in his very long life to shame. The next morning, he woke up well-rested but starving, with a distinctly uncomfortable situation in his pants and a tupperware container full of spoiled stew waiting for him in the kitchen. That didn’t matter much, however, when he also woke up to find the King of Dreams in his bed.

[greyfingers]

Visual Warnings 𖣠 longlegs / fem!reader

┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Summary: Longlegs takes a special liking to you after you look at him for a little too long.

Not to worry though, Reader has a knife. :)

.・。.・・..・。.・・..・。.・・..・。.

nsfw

19k

4/4 chapters.

Warnings: stalking, eventual smut, mild knifeplay, v. mild blood. 🩸

[b4kuch1n]

more sk8. I think the cindereki stuff is extremely stupid but I am not immune to trying to conceptualize a princess gown in any setting

[finnlongman]

Books I get to share with you in the next 3-4 years:

murder rehab + found family – Moth to a Flame, 2024

healthgrief and the mortifying ordeal of being known (feat. queer werewolf knight) – The Wolf and His King, 2025

t4t shapeshifting and gender as trauma – The Animals We Became, 2026

Doomed By The Narrative (the love was there, it didn't change anything) – To Run With The Hound, 2027

[sibillascribbles08]

Where's all the post-movie sleep paralysis Leo headcanons, surprised I haven't seen it yet tbh

[pardonmydelays]

What are your thoughts on lin as a slytherin? It’s hard to imagine him as one because he’s so bubbly, but it also makes sooo much sense.

i wish i could answer that, but i've never seen/read harry potter, i'm sorry 🙃

[ominous-feychild]

You're laughing. You just exposed your necromancy by raising a bunch of corpses, a woman we just watched get brutally murdered has crawled out of the trash chute like the monster from Grudge, and you're laughing.

[anixknowsnothin]

happy birthday to the music industry (aka taylor)!

Thank you for being the one thing that keeps my sanity intact! I've always loved your music since I was five, and when I joined the Swiftie community; it felt like a second family.

Your songs have carried me through various difficult times in my life, as well as some of the happiest moments! You write some of the most relatable songs—ones I can scream out loud with all my heart. All these songs serve as a reminder that I'm not alone and that you and thousands of others have gone through a similar experience.

There's so much to admire about you! You're smart, funny, talented, and incredibly creative (not to mention gorgeous). The music videos you've directed, your performances, the speeches you've given, and the rights you've fought for—all continue to inspire me. You truly are one of the most generous and extraordinary people in this world. If I could embody even a tiny fraction of your qualities, I'd consider myself lucky.

You may not know me personally, but I owe you so much—from the songs you've written to the people I've met because of you <3 (like my moots).

Thank you, Taylor, for everything! Have an amazing 34th birthday!

[ficklepenguin]

i just stumbled into an old ask meme from 10 years ago that i answered, one of the questions was about 3 big dreams and i answered: to travel, to live away from my mother, and to have a cuddly cat.

and guess what??? i just got back from japan, i live with my best friend, and i have TWO cuddly cats!!

dreams do come true... life does get better.... i'm so glad i kept going

[firefistjaigio]

I think one of the reasons I love one piece so much, and luffy and the strawhats especially is the fact that luffy and the others do so much for people that they see are suffering. The moment in punk hazard when Nami saved the kids was one of the more emotional scenes for me in that sense because I guess I'm just soft on kids but it's also the fact that they wouldn't let them continue suffering. Everyone luffy meets, he does everything in his power to not let them suffer anymore once he learns that they're hurt and who is the cause of that pain. Like when I think about it it's literally everyone he has the ability to help. And of course when he doesn't have that strength he realized he had to train just so he can make sure that his own crew does not have to suffer like they did at saobody anymore in their journey. It just feels like a strong testament to the efforts people can make for others, like in sense of the real world, there are people suffering so extremely especially in Palestine and just all throughout the world due to years of systems like imperialism and capitalism. And the world of one piece does so well in creating that parallel even with the point of revisionist history, which is another point but I just find comfort in the idea of people like Luffy who does whatever he can for people he cares about, and it fills me with a sense of revolutionary optimism because if we cared and fought for others like luffy then we too can bring an end to people's suffering, even if the process is slow it's not impossible

[anthromimicry]

sorry, halsey — hopeless fountain kingdom.

[tozettastone]

FMK NNOITRA SZAYEL AIZEN LESGO

I ASSUME THIS IS ABOUT THE MEME BUT IF YOU LITERALLY WANTED AN FMK ANSWER LET ME KNOW

(The ask meme is for "fuck, marry, kill," but instead it's "slow burn, fake date, enemies to lovers".)

Aizen: Fake date Aizen because I don't actually want to have anything to do with him, like, personally. If we fake date we can show up somewhere together (all the important god-aspirant shinigami traitor events I guess??) once or twice a month and then make casual conversational references to our long term romantic relationship. Yes, we are very happy together, thank you. His glasses? No he really does need those. He was so blind after that until we found his contacts.

Nnoitra: Enemies to lovers because he doesn't have the patience for either of the other options. Nnoitra has the emotional capacity of the spoon he so resembles but I sincerely believe that balancing enmity and lust is not entirely beyond him.

Szayel: Slow burn. I have trapped him in a sophist's argument dissecting the most annoying minutiae of his epistemology and now he cannot leave without acknowledging that he made a (probably purely rhetorical) mistake. We are stuck here forever and in 52 years he will want to kiss me. The surveillance bacteria will have to invent themselves.

[gailynovelry]

Only. One. Chapter. Left.

[evtoine]

playing leyla today did nothing but hurt me 🫠

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Anyways the Hyungwon smut is ready to be unveiled- I'll have it queued up for tomorrow in about thirty minutes~ It'll drop at 10am EDT-

The imagine/fluff version: 10:48 pm