#one day i will be brave enough to draw dicks

[queercontrarian]

a month or so ago i did a little azris drawing that is not explicit but also not pg and so i kept it in the confines of discord. but now the wonderful @jules-writes-stories has written a wonderful scene inspired by this drawing and so i shall no longer hold it hostage

you can now find the horny fuckers under the cut

okay thank you for your attention bye

[cupcakeinat0r]

Thinkin' abt DadBod!Miguel at the gym <3

You'd been going to the gym routinely, or at least trying to. You decided to go after working up the courage and convincing yourself that this was just for fun. That your body was your temple, and you were tending to it, no matter how it looked <3

The first week wasn't so bad. After embarrassingly tripping on equipment or accidentally dropping weights here and there, it was alright! Though at times, it was still difficult to stay consistent, until one day, you saw him.

Over on the other side of the gym, curling some dumbbells (100s, mind you), was a total 6-foot, thick, hairy dream of a man. You first noticed his chiseled face adorned by fine lines, locks of black hair framing it. With each draw of the weights, his biceps bulged. Beads of sweat trickled down his bulky chest and wide shoulders. When your eyes wander downward, you're surprised to not find washboard abs.

Oh no, what you find instead excites you even more than any pack of abs could offer you.

Your mouth waters slightly to find that his tank top has ridden up slightly over his hefty belly, graciously allowing a peek at a happy trail, its path sadly blocked by some basketball shorts (his cute bubble butt and giant dick print made up for it tho).

Despite his low, breathy grunts and intense crimson gaze towards his own reflection, he was making it look easy. You thought about how easy it'd probably be for him to carry you bride-style and throw you onto a bed before spreading your legs with those enormous hands so he could feast until your eyes crossed. Or how it'd be effortless for him to hold you tightly with your legs wrapped around that stocky midsection of his while he bullied his-

"'scuse me, you waiting for this bench?" a deep voice snaps you out of a daydream. You see the man is now looking at you with what looks like a knowing smirk. Fuck, he noticed you staring.

"Oh! N-no, was just looking for the 10s!" You blurt, evoking a velvety chuckle and dashing smile from him.

"Right over there." He motions with his chin toward the weight rack where the 10s are obviously displayed. After you thanked him, He smiled and nodded back to you, turning back toward the mirror to do his last set.

The second week felt like no problem. Instead of dragging yourself to the gym, you looked forward to it, scanning for your new gym crush every time you entered.

You'd feel a lil surge of happiness when you do find him there, feeling brave enough to exchange smiles and sometimes even little waves from across the gym. One time, the older man made you swoon when he winked at you upon entering the gym. After seeing your cute reaction, this would be how he greeted you every time.

The third week came You're at the squat rack, feeling stronger than usual, so you opt to go the heaviest you've ever gone. Big mistake. By the third rep, you fail to get back up, panicking and legs shaking. Just when you feel yourself start to fall, you see a pair of hands dart toward the bar from behind you, lifting it with ease and allowing you to stand back up. The bar is re-racked and you turn to find gym bae.

"You okay?" he gently prompts, a worried look on his face.

"Yes, thank you... think I might've gone too heavy." you nervously chuckle. He does as well, seeing that you're alright.

"Next time you go for a PR, you need to ask for a spotter, hun." He gives you that dashing smile again, his hands on his love handles.

"Yeah, I probably should've," you lower your head in defeat, "I didn't bring anyone with me though."

"You could've asked me," He says matter of factly as if it should've been obvious that he should be the one to spot you. "I would've done it with no problem, mama." His pet names make your womanhood pulse.

You look back up at him, your lips curled into a shy smile.

"C'mon, let's try again." "No, no, mama, I got that, I'll put it away for you." "Keep your knees like this-theeeere you go. "Gimme one more, mama, just one more, you can do it." "Atta girl! Good job, mamita."

You learned that his name is Miguel. He'd become your designated spotter on leg days, the sensation of his larger frame against yours making you nervous in the best way.

Your favorite is when his tummy accidentally brushes against your back, and borderline, your ass, and if not his tummy, it'd be his prominent bulge (which isn't there bc he gets to spot the adorable girl with an amazing ass from the gym... totally not that).

On the Fourth week, Miguel would ask you if you wanted to be workout buddies altogether. Of course, you accept, in which he asks for your number so like that, he can text you when he's going and vice versa.

It's the fifth week, and you both have worked out together a couple times already. Miguel texted you in the morning asking if you'd like to join him, which you were totally down for.

You two started with lateral pull-downs. Once it was your turn, you sat on the machine and reached for the handle, pulling it as you began your set.

Anytime you felt like you wanted advice or correction, Miguel eagerly helped you.

His hands would stay on your waist, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Mhm, there you go, you're doin' so good, mama." He praises in almost a whisper.

If only he knew he was making the exercise only harder. As if that weren't enough, his finger would occasionally message your hip. Your bodies were so close that you were able to hear each satisfied hum from his lips, suggesting you were doing the exercise right.

"Good girl, that was better. You feel it now?" He says, letting go to let you off the machine.

"Yeah, thank you! When it comes to upper body, I'll need all the help I can get. I'm just glad I’m getting it from an upper-body master." You flirtatiously add, playfully poking at one of his biceps.

This makes him blush, but only for a moment before he returns with a cocky response, "Thanks, hun. I'm glad to be working out with a leg-day goddess."

Now it was your turn to blush, except you didn't have any smart comeback, boosting Miguel's ego.

"Listen, let me treat you to smoothie after this, yeah?" He says it more like a statement than a request, and you happily oblige.

What you were expecting was a simple, cheap smoothie from a spot you usually go to, but instead, you're met with a drive-thru menu listing shakes from $20 and up. Oh he got moneyyyy.

Miguel tells you to pick any that looks good to you. He orders for himself and you as well, parking the car once the two of you get the smoothies.

As he sips from the cup, you take the opportunity to subtly glance at his figure, his muscles, how his pecs sit beautifully on top of his soft belly, his thighs constrained by the confines of his gym shorts. You think how badly you wanna sit there, grinding on the print 'til there was a wet spot-

"Something on your mind, mama?" You look back at him, taking a few seconds to register his words.

You hastily look back down at your drink and shake your head, “Nothing… thank you so much for this, it’s delicious!”

then he grabs the shoulder of your chair to lean toward you, “Of course, mama, but I don’t think you’re being completely truthful with me, hm?”

You look at him, playfully shaking your head again, knowing full well you’ve been caught.

“What’s in that pretty lil head of yours, hm? dime.” He puts the smoothie into the cup holder to free his other hand, placing it on your thigh, and softly squeezes it. “Just say the word, and you’ll get anything you want.”

Your lips curl slyly as you think of a response.

“Well… we never did cardio.”

Now you were here in his car, being bounced on his fat dick on the passenger seat, holding onto his his big shoulders for dear life. You were basically his fleshlight at this point… with those big hands.

You could feel his body now taut against yours, your tits bouncing relentlessly, his muscled, thick thighs below your ass, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, his bush tickling your clit, his pelvis pushing your ass up and his curved belly against your front side. It all was sending you into euphoria.

With you vigorously bouncing on his cock and his beautiful moaning, you fully let go. “Aw yes, Daddy,“ you mumbled without thinking.

In fact, you couldn’t think at all. All you knew was this fat cock and your pussy was memorizing all its veins and curves.

“Mmfuck baby, yea, say that again f’me”, he groaned through gritted teeth as he mercilessly bounced you down his painfully hard shaft.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You whined with your hands desperately seeking support on his big shoulders.

You can feel the sheet of sweat on his belly and on his thighs, which turned the smacking of your ass sound even more lewd.

“Fuck, say it again.” He growled, getting faster now.

“Mmmm, Daddy— Daddy, pleaseeee.”

“Louder, baby, c’mon—“

“UNGH DADDYYYY”

“Oh FUCK… you wanted cardio, baby, I’ll give you cardio… fuckin’ take it… coño.” Your panting became synchronized with every pound of his cock into your abused and bruised cunt, getting higher and higher in pitch, firing him up to go faster and harder.

“Gonna cum on this fat cock, right? Gonna cum f’me, mami?” He ordered, dropping octaves from his usual gentle tone with you.

“Mmmnn, Nnyesyyesyesyes—“ you babbled, the shakiness of your voice the result of the aggressive bouncing.

“Ah… carajo…” his cock accidentally slips out from your cunt, making you wince from the sudden empty sensation, “ungh!”

Holding up your ass, he takes a moment to admire the view, hissing from the sight of his angrily red cock and veins pulsing from your cunt sucking him in so deliciously. A ring of your cream erotically placed at the base of his length, just above his perfect bush. He guides his fat tip back to your dripping cunt using his thumb, pushing it back into your swollen folds.

He was back to ramming into your abused cunt in no time, chasing each others high’s.

“C’mon…fuck, c’mon, mama, you’re almost there…. Aw f-fuck… almost there…” he moans with his brows knitted and through a clenched jaw.

“Daddy I’m g’na— I’m cummingimcummingimcumming—“

“Aw, fuck, asi— asi mami— ah, ah…” Miguel holds back choked whines as he get closer, not allowing himself to let go until he knew you came first.

You speak in gibberish before crying into your climax, Miguel letting out a long, exasperated groan when he reaches his. You can feel his hot cum overfilling you, making you whine as it leaks down your thigh.

After draining himself completely, making sure every drop was in you, he gently pulls out, “Fuck… you did so good for me, mama… so good.”

Miguel lets you rest against his heaving chest and soft belly, rubbing your back as you caught your breath. You smiled a tired smile when you notice how hard Miguel is breathing as well, knowing you worked him out, too.

“You ok, mamita?” He plants a tender kiss on your shoulder, making a trail up your neck and finally to your forehead.

“Mhm,” you hum, you look up at him and are met with his plump, wet lips, tongues becoming entangled with each other as he groans into your mouth.

“I say… we do cardio like this every day.”

A/n: Haiii, I hope u liked it <3 Love my man sm <3 None of my gym baes could ever compare to himmmmm😭😭😭

@angel-of-the-moons Ty Ty Ty my luv for planting the seed in my head <3

Want more DadBod!Miguel ? Here’s my master list, bae!!

[poppy-metal]

(i might’ve sent an ask similar to this so ignore that one if i have) dbf patrick telling you “youre never getting this dick” makes you cry so bad. so embarrassing. how dare he. he wants to fuck you just as bad. you stomp out, panties throughly wet.

he doesn’t hear from you for days, then a week. a week and a bit. his chest aches a little bit, but this is good. distant is what you need. this is what he wanted. in theory.

distant is good, until he realised your audacity knows no bounds, and this distance is the only thing making you brave enough to send him that video. distance is the only thing stopping him from putting you back in your place.

as soon as he gets the notification, he opens it, without thought. what if you’re in trouble again? his baser instinct is to help you, to protect you. but what he fails to notice is that you’ve attached a video. and that video is you, laid up in your bed at arts house. girlish posters line the walls, boy bands and twilight and high school musical, all phases he saw you go through in your adolescence. wrapped in your bubble gum pink sheets, there you lay. legs spread wide, feet dangling, panties off. your pussy. your tiny little pussy. so wet, so small, glinting and winking at him in the light. the whole thing would fit in his mouth. his cock would tear you apart. propped up on your elbows. smiling like the cat who got the fucking cream.

you sigh, staring into the camera, widening your legs. a tiny hand moves down, down your body. you’re wearing a tshirt, but you’re bare other than that. braless. fuck. with fingers half the size of patrick’s your spread your pussy lips, giving him a glimpse of your tiny tiny hole. he’s transfixed, furious and mesmerised.

“too bad you don’t want this,” you say softly,”i saved it for you. no one has ever touched me here.”

you withdraw your fingers, and your lips reclose with a wet click and a quiet gasp.

his cock is so hard at the sound of your voice. your face as you touch around your cunt. you’re not even playing with it and your eyebrows draw together. he could pull you apart fibre by fibre. undo you, reduce you to nothing.

“but you think you’re better than me right? you think i don’t deserve your cock?”

oh, he thinks you deserve something.

“i think i deserve it.”

your three middle fingers circle your clit. you bite your lip to stifle a moan that escapes anyway.

“i think that-“ you say through gritted teeth,” you like when i’m-“

you rub faster, mouth falling open in an “O”. you take in a high pitched breath, light and airy with the airiness of your head.

“-bad. think you want to punish this-“

you flush, embarrassed even to say the word,

“-pussy. you want my little pussy so bad. makes you hate me.”

drool pours from your cunt. you whimper and moan helplessly, like it hurts to feel so good. just with the rubbing of your little fingers.

“shouldn’t hate me. you should love me, patty. love my pussy. fuck.”

your head hung limp of your shoulder. eyes rolled. the noises from your pussy were obscene, and he could see the clenching of your already minuscule hole. you were close.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, patrick. patrick. patrick. patrick. fuck me. patrick please.”

you cry, cry as you cum. your legs shudder, and your whimpers roll from your mouth. but it’s over so fast. such a mediocre orgasm. nothing compared to what he could give you.

the video finishes with you breathing heavily as you get up, slide panties on and a very mini mini skirt. you pick up your phone.

“ok, ive got a date now. bye patrick! love ya!”

you pucker your lips and blow a kiss into the camera. the video ends there.

do u want your ass beat (yes) do u want him to pop over and punish you (yes) and he knows that. really, all you're doing is pissing him the fuck off. more and more. if there's one thing patricks hated about people, its when they treat him like he's fucking stupid. its obvious you still think you're in control - that you hold the reigns.

and, well. he does save the video. he does fuck his fist watching you play with that slick little pussy - fuck, he knew it'd be small and tight and fucking juicy. basically begging to be fucked -

but no. it wont go your way. its obvious to patrick now that hes going to fuck you - that body belongs to him. he can't pretend it doesn't anymore. but it'll be on his terms - not yours.

when patrick tells you to come over you're ecstatic - you think you've won - you've cracked him - you shave yourself in the shower - fucking everywhere. you lotion yourself up - you sneak out - making sure to check on art - he's asleep, on his stomach like he usually does. you feel a moment of guilt - not for what you want but because of what this would do to him if he found out. you'd always been a good girl in his eyes. and you didn't want to ruin that image - you just wish he didn't have such a savior complex.

when you knock on patricks door and he answers you grin - tight dress on - and he takes a moment to soak that in. looks you up and down. then he steps aside to let you in and you do. except you freeze - because why is your friend here?

"steph?"

but she doesn't answer you. she gives you a look like, im sorry, but other than that she doesn't look guilty at all. she's in nothing but a bra and panties.

you look at patrick - "what's going on?" a sick feeling curdles your stomach. "oh my god. did you fuck her?"

the room tilts. your hands start to shake. you know patrick fucks other women, but those women are so far removed from you - much older.

patrick walks around you. comes to stephs side and you can't believe you're watching him cup her cheek and her lean into it - "not yet." patrick says. and then he kisses her. their tongues clash and he moves his hands down her body, slips and hand down her panties.

you take a step back. patrick lets go of steph and finally looks at you. doesn't take his hand from better her legs. "i told you." he tells you, "i don't fuck bad girls - and your friend here -" you can tell the moment he sinks a finger inside her - the way she moans and trembles - "- is very, very good. you can leave -" he jerks his head to the door. you are rooted to the spot. "- or you can stay and watch. maybe learn a thing or two about what happens when you push me."

you want to scream. you want to cry. you want to throw a fit and claw your friends eyes out and never ever talk to her again. you want to threaten that you'll tell art but you know that wont do anything - he hasn't fucking touched you. you've thrown yourself at him and he hasn't done anything. you want to pull your hair out and you think this might be what finally breaks you what pushes you over the edge, what makes you fall out of love and hate patrick zweig and move on from your crush -

you stay and watch.

because you know what this is all the sudden. he wants you to hate him. he wants to hurt you in the worst way possible so you'll leave him alone. because hes hanging on by a thread.

it hurts. and you do hate him, but not enough to walk away.

patricks eyes dont leave yours as he fucks your friend. draws it out, but you notice how he makes her get on all fours, pushes into her from behind - and you think thats good. because when he fucks my pussy, he'll have to look me in the eye.

like he's doing now. and you aren't a quitter, so you pull up your dress. show him your body inch by inch - the one you'd prepped for him to take tonight. your bare cunt - your soft glowing skin - patrick groans when he sees it. grunts "fuck," and you know it was for you. not for steph.

you watch and you spread you lower yourself to the ground in front of them and you spread your legs - show him your pussy - in full view this time - not on video.

"i love how you fuck," you tell him. sliding a hand down your body. "i know you wanna hurt me - make me run away, but i want you too much. nothing you can do will make me not want you."

patrick glares at you. its like steph isn't even there. you slide your fingers through your wet slit and patrick cant look away - cant take his eyes off you - watches you sink those fingers inside and he - he - "spread it," he spits out before he can think. realizes he said that out loud, but fuck it. hes in it now. "spread those lips - show me that fucking pussy -"

you moan - making a V with your fingers and splitting apart your folds so your glistening cunt is in full view to him - pulsing and wet. "fucking hell." god, you're going to kill him. he stops rocking into steph and when she lifts her head he fists a hand in her hair. "lick her -"

he doesn't give her time to answer - and you've never really been into women - your whole world has consistented of two men - your daddy and your daddy - but you gasp when he shoves her face into your cunt. "oh-"

its like hes living through her. eating your cunt through your friend. he wanted to make you suffer. he'd wanted to see you cry and run so he could hate himself and have all this be over but you'd gone and fucked it like you always did. making him crazy. driving him wild.

"when i fuck you." because why deny it now? "I'm gonna fucking tear you apart, swear to god you're gonna beg me to stop. but I won't listen."

stephs tongue rolls around your clit - you forgot she's into women, too, has obviously done this before - sucks it into your mouth and you whine. rock into her face desperately and nod at patricks words. "yes -" you gasp - "want you too - want you to ruin me, daddy -"

"stick your tongue in her cunt," he slaps stephs ass. "get her fucking sloppy-"

god, steph is really good at this. you clench around her tongue as she wriggles it into you, moaning into your mound and making your pussy vibrate with the sound.

"dont fucking shave anymore." he pulls out of steph. fucking her isn't gonna get him off. never planned on finishing inside her, anyway. the next cunt he unloads inside will be your virgin pussy. "i want your pussy with hair on it not bald like a fucking baby." he fists himself hard - pushes stephs face harder into you - you nod helplessly and he grins - "im gonna get us a hotel. you're going to let me take you out and show you off like a little show pony and then im gonna take you upstairs. lay you down on a real nice comforter - and im gonna lick every fucking inch of that tight little body."

his balls are fucking swinging between his legs. you're humping your friends face and your friend is humping her own hand and hes so close to coming - so fucking close - he thinks about making steph lick further down. making her eat your ass too. but no. he wants his tongue to be the first on that hole.

"every fucking inch." he repeats. "that little asshole belongs to me, too."

"oh fuck - " you whine. "yes, daddy - i want it - "

"fucking taunting me with that jailbait pussy between your legs - I'll show you what's it's like to be fucked by a real man with a big cock -" he pumps hard, swift strokes that shlick shlick shlick up and down "- I'll make you fucking addicted to it."

you already are and you haven't even had it inside you yet. you cry out when steph tries to slip a finger inside you along with her tongue - patrick sees it and winds his fist in her hair again, "nu uh. just your tongue." he fucking rubs her face up and down the whole of your slit, motorboats her in it. her moans vibrate deep inside your pussy. all the way to your toes. patrick meets your eyes. and hes so big and broad and his other hand is fisting his hard flushed cock and you're so empty - you need more - more - more - he sees you ogling it and grips himself around his thick base, jostles his cock - "the first thing inside you is gonna be this dick - and i - fuck - i expect you to christen it with your blood when i pop that little cherry. mark it as yours. cause there's no going back after that."

your eyes roll back into your skull when you cum. hard, drenching stephs face in your juices as you explode all over her tongue plunging in and out, in and out. you dont know if she comes and you dont care because you're too busy staring starry eyed at patrick as he grunts and paints the floor below him with white streaks.

you roll over and lick it from the floor.

"jesus." patrick grunts.

"you guys are so fucked up." steph says from behind you.

whatever. shes the one that agreed to fuck an older man with you present, and then proceeded to tongue fuck your cunt like it held the water of life.

"get the fuck out, steph." you glare at her. "seriously before i come down from that orgasm you just gave me and claw your fucking eyes out."

you do still love steph. if anything because she doesn't seem offended to be kicked out. she'd always been the most laid back. this probably isn't the craziest thing shes done this week. definitely not her first threesome.

"i see where the daddy kink comes from."

"hes not my dad."

"you'd still fuck him if he was."

well. probably.

[ohbo-ohno]

Oh okay yes please talk about stalker Johnny and Ghost and reader with the make your own dick model 🙏🏻

yeeeesss. i should be writing 1k drabbles but you're getting this instead so i can get it out of my head. sorry not sorry!

stalker johnny who corrupts his girlfriend. you're very happy together and he very slowly introduces the idea of ghost... tells you all about how perfect his is, how strong, how big, how protective of his people, all sorts of things. paints this picture of an almost guardian angel type for her, sorta talks about ghost like he's a god

shows you pictures and his drawings too. and just, slowly, you starts to see ghost in the same way. it's definitely intentional on johnny's part - he tells you very specific stories about ghost to make him sound as perfect as possible

there's a bit of time when johnny starts to bring ghost into the bedroom. he'll fuck his pretty girlfriend with a strap and stuff a few fingers into her ass, whisper in her ear that he's stretching her out for simon. they'll make out and between kisses he'll whisper about what it would feel like to share ghost's cock between the two of you - both of you fighting over who gets to suck his shaft and who his balls, kissing around the head of his cock, fingering you while you suck his cock. it really works for you, and slowly but surely you share johnny's obsession

(he brings home a recording of ghost shouting at recruits one day. you've never come harder than when he fucks you with it playing in the background)

and ghost knows about johnny's little crush. how could he not? his sergeant follows him around like a puppy on base, constantly looking for approval, it would be impossible not to notice quite frankly. once johnny gets a girlfriend he thinks maybe the obsession will abate a bit, but... nope. if anything it gets worse

and, listen, ghost is a bit of an asshole. he's not above feeding johnny's obsession a bit. you think he doesn't see johnny filming him screaming at recruits? babe, he'll yell at johnny without pointing out the camera in his pocket. flexes a little bit when he catches johnny sneaking into the shower behind him. manhandles the boy by the back of his neck

he figures it's mostly harmless, though. honestly he's not sure johnny is freaky enough to really do anything about his crush

he meets you when the whole task force goes out for drinks one night. and ohhhh he gets it. he sees what's going on here.

you and johnny are like two little puppies, begging for his attention. he shows up to the table and sees you sitting in johnny's lap, and you're both staring up at him with stars in your eyes. it's a bit jarring, but ghost settles quickly. price and gaz fuck off early on in the night, and ghost is more than happy to spend some time with the two of you

the both of you pant after his attention all night. he tries to make small talk about your life but quickly realizes that you're only interested in hearing about him. sort of awkward, to be honest, but the attention is nice.

johnny scoots as close as he can with you in his lap, and ghost spreads his legs a bit press their thighs together. without saying anything he scoops your ankles up, setting them on the other side of his legs so you're laid out across him. ghost settles back into the cracked leather of the seat, throws an arm over johnny's shoulder, and takes a sip of his bourbon.

and oh you two blush so prettily

ghost honestly isn't sure if either you or johnny will be brave enough to do anything about your little crushes. he's not going to take that first step - he'll take all the steps after that, but he wants one of you to take the first - and he's a little disappointed when neither of you makes a move at the end of the night.

he notices something's wrong when he and johnny catch a ride home.

the heaviness in his limbs is terrifying at first, and he almost sounds the alarm before he sees the little gleam in johnny's eye.

and it clicks. he understands why his drink tasted just a little different when he came back to the table. and he lets himself relax into johnny's side, and starts planning how he'll get his boy back.

johnny helps him into his room, but leaves him be. simon applauds his restraint, and settles in to wait.

sure enough, less than an hour later, johnny sneaks into the room. ghost leaves his eyes shut, fighting the drugs to keep his mind present.

johnny nudges him a bit, then settles between his legs when he seems content that ghost isn't waking up any time soon. it's hard not to smirk.

"is he asleep?"

"yeah, bonnie, he's out."

oh now that's interesting, johnny's pretty little girlfriend is on the phone with him. your tinny voice sounds nervous but excited from the speaks, and johnny's is just excited.

it takes a while for ghost to figure out what the hell johnny is trying to do - he's never had a dick mold made of himself, alright? it's not an easy process to recognize. he wills himself to stay relaxed, and amuses himself with your conversation.

"oh, wow."

"what? is it big?"

a scoff. "big is an understatement. not sure even you'll be able to take this, lass."

an offended noise. "oh im sorry, this coming from the man who's stretched me out on his entire fist before?"

a laugh. "you're not face to face with his cock, bonnie. fuck, my fingers can't even wrap around it."

"...really?"

a moan. "yes, he's... thick, long. fuck, he's pretty."

ghost would laugh if he wasn't so complimented. who knew johnny would love his cock so much? alright, ghost knew. the boy hasn't been shy with his worship outside of the bedroom, it's not exactly a shock that he is inside of it.

"be careful you don't wake him."

"i'm not an amateur, lass. we watched him drink the whole thing, he's out for the night."

ghost almost laughs.

he's not sure how long johnny takes, but eventually he takes his phone and leaves. ghost's still drugged enough that he can't really look around and see what's happened, but he's pretty confident he knows at that point.

it's gratifying, to know that johnny is so obsessed that he wants to fuck his girlfriend with simon's cock.

now he's just got to figure out a way to watch him do it.

[patowrd]

dando fic snippet pt. 5 😳 (one day soon i'll actually post the first third of this fic - i promise - but for now have a dando club scene)

Of course it’s Carlos’ idea to go clubbing.

Everyone’s here, even Max, and everyone seems keen on getting absolutely fucking hammered. Daniel can’t remember if he has anything planned for tomorrow, so he orders a gin and tonic, specifying “double” as the bartender nods.

“Feeling brave, are we Danny?” Max asks. He's nursing a pint, an orange slice floating languidly in his glass.

“Feeling like I’ve got nothing to lose mate,” he shouts over the house groove. He brings the glass to his lips and swallows, inhaling through his teeth as the alcohol scrapes its way down his throat. He loves this feeling, the bitter bite of the tonic lingering on his tongue. It fades to soft sweetness as he turns to the bartender, ordering another before he even leaves the bar. 

He's aiming to get drunk enough to silence the nagging worry in his brain. Lando and Carlos have found their way onto the dance floor, and Daniel can’t help but stare at Carlos’ hands, which smooth down the faux-satin fabric of a girl’s slip as they sway, wordless. There's something enticing about the rhythm they’ve found, the breathless buzz of a couple of beers and two endorphin-seeking hearts. Daniel can’t remember the last time he’s felt that rush, the novelty of an unknown body pressed against him close as he loses himself in sensation, in pure feeling. He hasn’t had time lately, at least that’s what he’s told himself, that between standing behind the bar and smoking at the back door he’s had no break long enough to taste a stranger’s gin-soaked lips. He finds the need growing in him though, a need which crests as Carlos grips her waist, one hand firm as the other gently cradles the small of her back.

He pretends the bartender’s eyebrow doesn’t raise when he orders his third drink.

The table Daniel finds (as far away from Carlos as he can manage, so that the ache he feels when he watches can subside), is covered in a film of spilled drinks and cigarette ash. He sits alone and stares at the ice melting in his glass, wondering whether he’d better order a fourth or just head home and call it a day. Maybe this isn’t him anymore, he thinks, maybe he’s too far gone to go back to partying, to be the kind of person who, easy as breathing, can find someone to share a dance floor with. He downs the drink and inhales sharp, and he’s a second away from standing up when someone smacks him across the shoulder and sits in the booth opposite him.

“Danny!” Lando says, something strong and sweet on his breath. and then, in mock sadness, “Man you’re all alone out here.”

Daniel laughs, pretending the remark doesn’t sting something deep within his heartstrings, “Ah, and you’re drunk”

“You’re not?” he asks, eyes gliding over Daniel’s now empty glass.

“Nah, not yet buddy”

“Well we’ve gotta work on that” Lando says, matter of fact, a playful smirk on his lips, “Don’t wanna leave our guest all by himself to sulk.”

There's a beat where Daniel says nothing, his eyes fixed on Lando’s own, which stare back, unwavering. The smirk doesn’t fade, and Daniel notices how it spreads to Lando's eyes, how he stares back like a trickster, taunting, teasing.

A sharp inhale as he looks away, “So, you’re a bit of a dick, hm?”

Lando giggles, taking a sip of his drink and fiddling with the straw, “Only when I don’t know you”

“Planning to get to know me?

“Not before another drink” and it’s then that Daniel notices the concoction in Lando's glass, a dark red and orange liquid swirling and swishing as Lando twirls the straw around.

“God, what are you even drinking?”

Lando's eyebrows rise as he blushes, a smile (bashful now, Daniel thinks, fascinatingly bashful) drawing itself across his features. He takes a sip and pretends to really be evaluating it, his inexperience showing as he replies “Dunno really.” a further sip, where he swishes it around in his mouth like he’s at a wine tasting, an impression which has Daniel doubled over laughing, unsure if Lando's really that funny or if the three g&ts have finally had their effect.

When he swallows, Lando wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, lips turning a plush red as he adds, “I just let Carlos order for me usually.”

Daniel swipes the tear away from his eye, trying not to look too much like a smitten schoolgirl finally talking to her crush, “God i’ve got to teach you about actually good drinks some time,” his smile is honest here, bright and luminous, “Honestly i’ll bartend at the villa, free of charge.”

And Lando only laughs at the offer, his head thrown back and eyes screwed shut.

Daniel thinks that, at least as far as he can remember, he’s never seen a boy quite this beautiful.

[dazzle-writes]

Hello, saw you were doing match ups so wondered if you'd do one for me, with trigun characters

I'm an 160cm thin girl (20 y/o) with long brown curly hair and blue eyes, kinda look like merida from brave if that helps, enfp

I'm a lot like 98' vash (my biggest ever kin fr), goofing around and having fun, making dirty jokes with my friends, very clumsy and bubbly when in good mood, tho i don't shy away from being tough from time to time

I'm friendly and like meeting new people but keeping connections is my biggest flaw. I mostly keep it going with the ones i click with

I love being around people, but don't mind being alone for some periods of time, reading, watching something, drawing or doing whatever hobby i picked on

I'm an archeology student, have passion for history and literature, love psychology and philosophy, love things like true crime and paranormal stories, definitely would like to travel and see what the world and people have to offer. I'm the "do it for the plot" type of person, getting into random situations for the sake of seeing how it'll end and if i'll have a story in the end

When i was younger i was more like some kind of vash-milly combo, but now I'm more aware of people, i can't stand when someone is judgy from the beggining, when someone is too negative about the world and people, because even tho i myself get disappointed in people often, i still think that we should look for positive things in everyday life. Kind of "if life has no meaning, might as well find meaning in small things"

Sorry if this was too long, thank you if you've read this far ^^ and keep up with the good writing, you're doing amazing!

UWAAAA I'm so glad you like my writing! I've been swamped with work lately, so sorry this is taking a while!!

For trigun 98, I most definitely match you up with Wolfwood! You are just that little ray of sunshine he needs to keep going. Plus, he loves that you and him make sex jokes to each other about everything that you can. You two get kidnapped and held by Knives? Non-stop dick jokes. At first you try to at least mutter them under your breath, but soon enough you're both just spouting them out as fast as you can think of them. Knives is just standing there in shock that you can think of so many in a short amount of time. I also think you two would be like, surprisingly close beforehand. He a big cuddler too (have you fucking seen those titties MMMMM) and I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL BUT WOLFWOOD IS TERRIFIED OF GHOSTS!!! Yall go ghost hunting and he is ATTACHED TO YOU LIKE NO OTHER. Homie is throwing round the holy water like he's a raincloud. You one day dig up and old book and are pretty sure that its haunted? He's hiding being his giant cross and shaking in his tight ass pants.

In trigun stampede however, Vash latches onto you like white on rice. You are exactly what this poor bean needs in his life!!!! You teach him to appreciate the little things, and show him that he's allowed to have wants and needs. He enjoys taking you around old crashed spaceships and letting you go wild with the archeological zoomies. In this universe, you also get kidnaped by Knives so Vash follows to come and save you and once again, you make so many dick jokes. The only difference is that Stampede Knives has never seen a wiener in his LIFE and doesn't get any joke you make. Do with this information what you will. Vash also really likes showing you his Plant siblings when his spilled the alien beans. You'd probably enjoy just quietly hanging with the Plant girlies because they just watch you draw or read or they nap! they are very nice when you need to recharge a social battery but don't want to be completely alone. Vash is also a big cuddler and understands having trouble keeping connections with people!! He's always moving so he gets sad thinking about all the people he wanted to grow closer too.

If we wanted to hit up the manga, then id actually pair you with Legato! I think you'd be just the right person to help him let himself be a better and softer person. Your love of psychology would really interest him, and I think you'd be that enemies-to tolerated-to friends-to lovers thing. He also likes learning about humans and the past, and I think that's he would really appreciate you showing him to good side of humanity through psychology and even true crime by showing how people come together and how people react to catastrophe and stress. He needs to see people doing good things, and you are just the person to show him around the world and prove it to him

ALSO SORRY THIS IS LIKE MONTHS LATE I got another job and started school SOBS!!! But I hope you enjoy!!!!

[theshippirate22]

OD part 2 lol love you fam

Hunter actually felt okay.

His time on the floor had done him some good and whatever blood pressure issue had presented itself had also clearly resolved itself with the nap.

He blinked away some of the cloudiness, and when most but not all of it disappeared, he reached instinctively for his glasses and groped around until he found the frames.

He shoved them up his face and propped himself up on his elbows and suddenly did not feel okay again.

He wasn’t in Willablues anymore, like he expected. He’s been out longer than he thought apparently, because he was in a blindingly white room in some sort of hospital-adjacent bed with rough white sheets, wearing white scrubs. There was no window, no concept of time, just white.

He threw the blanket off and swung his legs to the side.

“Don’t try to stand.”

Hunter froze, back to the voice in poorly concealed shock.

“Learned that the hard way,” she continued.

He blinked. He was afraid to look, actually, because he would know her voice in death and due to her own circumstances, he was starting to wonder if that was the situation.

“Am I dead?” He blurted suddenly, braving to face her.

Amber smiled when she saw him, looking over his face like it had been too long since she’d seen him. Like she needed to remember exactly what he looked like, like she would need to draw him from memory.

“No, you’re not. Not yet anyway.”

He bit his lip. Thought about what information he had to try and gather some sort of sense.

“Is it really you, or is it just my head?”

Amber climbed onto the bed and threw herself back against his pillows the way she used to. “Does it matter?”

He laid back next to her, on his side, and it was so familiar it almost felt foreign. He couldn’t count how many times they’d laid exactly like this in his bed, usually whispering because Eliza was asleep in the other room, discussing girls and work and sometimes unpacking their deeply unsettling psychological issues.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Well, that’s usually how it works, but you’ve always been stupid enough to work around conventions.”

He chuckled. She thumbed his cheekbone adoringly.

"We need naloxone!" Lyn was screaming. Hunter had gone from barely alive to hardly alive in the minutes that they stood there arguing.

"We need to wait for the paramedics!" Missy was screaming right back.

"We have to give him something!"

"We don't know it's an overdose!"

"I do! I was researching it just the other day for a fic I was writing!"

"It won't hurt him if we give him naloxone and it's not an overdose!" Caleb offered. "It will hurt him if we don't do anything and it is an overdose!"

"Are you saying he's an addict? Why in the world would he be ODing? Give me one good reason!"

The voices and the arguments fluctuated between all of them, Rich and Elijah included, until it was hard to figure out who was saying what.

"We can't just go stabbing people when they faint!"

"His symptoms match!"

"He didn't take anything!"

"You don't know that!"

"Get a naloxone! NOW!"

"DON'T do that! I'm in charge!"

"Why won't you just trust me?"

"Corporate will be pissed if-"

"Oh FUCK corporate! His fucking heart is SHUTTING DOWN!"

"THE PARAMEDICS ARE COMING!"

"HE PROBABLY DOESN'T HAVE THAT KIND OF TIME!"

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

"GET HIM SOME GODDAMN NARCAN!"

A hand slammed down on Hunter's leg with a loud click and the naloxone injection pierced straight through his scrubs, through his skin, his muscle. Missy screamed at the sound of plastic on flesh and Lyn flinched so hard she fell backward.

The back end of the needle stuck out painfully in the space between them, jammed into the soft part of Hunter's thigh.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!"

Caleb's chest heaved. He pulled his shaking hand back and knocked his glasses up higher on his nose. "Decision made. Take it out of my wages and tell corporate to suck my dick."

Lyn stared up at him in some indescribable admiration.

Rich leaned back on his haunches, dragging his hands down his face. "Give it a couple minutes."

"Should I be worried?" Hunter mumbled against where Amber's fingertips had danced down to the corner of his mouth.

She smiled peculiarly and he knew that meant she didn't know, but it still drained his anxiety regardless.

It was either a lifetime or an instant as she silently traced the contours of his face, again with some serene desperation to have it committed to memory. There was finality in the whole thing, like this was most definitely the last time they'd see each other. It was slow and soft, the way it ought to be, not angry and dark and frightening the way it had been for him, and god, how it must've been for her.

Her touch grew firmer, as if she could absorb his thoughts and didn't like the direction of them, the release of that dark spot in his mind that poisoned everything else it could touch.

Eventually, she whispered, "It wasn't your fault."

There was urgency in that, suddenly, as if time was fading quickly and both of them had suddenly become aware of it. He saved them the rigamarole of the what was? because he knew what she meant. There was only one thing.

"It was," he murmured miserably.

"No, I'm telling you it wasn't."

"But-"

"You did good, Hunter. God, you did so good. Promise. You were perfect to me."

"I should've-"

Her fingers moved back down to his mouth to cut him off. "No, you couldn't. You did everything right. It wasn't your fault."

"You're gone..." Hunter choked, the feeling that she was already slipping away growing in him like some parasite. He grabbed at her shoulder to keep her there, to preserve her just another moment...

"You can try to save everyone, Hunter, and you will, I know you. Admirable as it is, you can't carry it when they refuse. It wasn't your fault. Couldn't have been. You need to let it go."

The tears came flooding from his face before he could stop them. "No, no, no! It's not... I could've... You... God, Amber!"

"Let it go," she consolingly pulled down his glasses. "Let me go..."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no! Amber!" He stared up at the fluorescent lights in this horrid apathetic dreamscape and tried to blink it away, blink away everything, even the sickness in his stomach that was turning to bile racing up his throat.

The lights went yellow and then white and then a sort of light blue with each blink before leveling out again until they weren't the dream lights at all and the nauseous feeling was inescapable.

Hunter lurched from Lyn's arms and vomited everywhere.

Missy sobbed and Lyn cried in relief, pulling him back against her almost instantly, arms locked under his and across his chest, and buried her face in his neck to bawl. Caleb kicked away the re-capped naloxone and rested his forehead somewhere near Hunter's stomach.

Hunter stared at the ceiling, at those goddamn fucking lights, and blinked again and again like it might take him back, for just a moment, to the place with Amber, and when he decided it wasn't going to happen, he was instead hyper-aware of Lyn's hands on his chest, her breath against his neck and the sound of Elijah on the phone with his sister.

The dark spot- that evil, Amber-cursed place in his mind- didn't get locked back up. It raced through his bloodstream, and he imagined it trailing up like smoking from the throbbing injection point in his thigh and getting devoured by the lights.

And he felt okay about that.

Let her go.

He reached up to hold the back of Lyn's head and Caleb's shoulder and Lyn grabbed onto him even tighter and babbled incoherently about what a fucking asshole he was.

"Hey," he rasped, forcing down the acidic taste of his own vomit and forcing out the stale air from his appropriately-functioning lungs. "I told you that protein shake tasted weird."

[blouisparadise]

Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Accusations Will Get You Everwhere | Teen & Up | 1390 words

Louis started rutting against the inside hem of her pants. She moaned at the feeling of her clit moving against the rough material. She rocked eyes rolling back when she felt a tug on her long brown hair. Her hips stop moving. She looked up, eyes glassy and cheeks a light pink.

“Mm, my little whore couldn’t even wait until mommy got back? Could she?”

Louis shook her head as she continued grinding.

She whined when Harry let go.

“What do you want, baby?”

Louis moaned. “ Want you to fuck me.”

2) I Fall To Pieces When I’m With You | Explicit | 2001 words

Harry fucks his omega good after a long day of work.

3) No One Will Hurt You As Long As I'm Here | Not Rated | 2844 words

Harry was shocked. He wanted to scoop the boy up and tell him he would protect him forever, and no one would ever hurt him again, but he knew it wasn't the time to do that.

Instead, he opened the door for Louis, made small talk, and walked him to the door when they arrived at Louis'.

4) Everyone Thinks That They Know Us (But They Know Nothing) | Explicit | 3660 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

A peek into Harry and Louis’ relationship after the Oscars.

5) Be A Good Baby (Do What I Want) | Explicit | 3758 words

Harry takes care of Louis for the day and ends up fucking the girl on her soft bed.

6) You Make Me Sick | Explicit | 3859 words

Morning sex sounds like the perfect way for Louis and Harry to start their day, if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry has work. He remembers a game from their sex book about faking ill, and soon he’s on the phone while Louis is on Harry’s dick. Harry must keep his boss on the phone for as long as he can stand it while ignoring the sickeningly dirty things his boyfriend is doing to him.

7) Teacher's Pet | Not Rated | 5642 words

Louis Tomlinson is a 18 year old omega student who has a crush on Mr Styles, his 37 year old English teacher, who's the most lusted after Alpha of the school. Louis plays with himself in class. Mr Styles gets his rut. Disclaimer: I don't know anything about teaching or teacher's assistants etc. So don't take it too seriously.

8) New York, Send Me Home | Explicit | 6013 words

The stunt is finally over for Harry!

9) Outline Of My Sins | Explicit | 6551 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 453: AU where alpha Harry is an art student who is taking a figure drawing class and omega Louis is the nude model. In the many years that Harry has taken art classes, he has never been more hot and bothered than now, having to stare at a beautiful nude omega model for hours.

10) Take A Ride Into The Danger Zone | Explicit | 7561 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Jensen Ackles.This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“You’re so tiny and weak, you could never be anything other than the submissive little pillow princess you are.” Jensen teased, moving Louis’ wrists to hold them with one hand only as he used his now free hand to grab and knead at Louis’ meaty bum, he brought the boy closer so he was sat on top of his bulge.

“I would never know if I’d be good at domming because you never let me try!” The boy whined, squirming in Jensen’s lap, trying to set himself free from his boyfriend’s large hands.

Prompt 227: PWP inspired by Doja’s song “Freak”.

11) I Would Wait Forever (And Ever) | Not Rated | 10002 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is brave but has the worst timing in the world, Harry doesn't want to lose his best friend and they just don't communicate enough.

12) Like A Hurt, Lost, And Blinded Fool | Not Rated | 13919 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

ABO college AU where alpha Harry is a frat boy and he asks omega Louis out multiple times but he rejects him every time because Louis doesn’t like how frat boys act towards omegas. One night at a Halloween party, Harry dresses up as a stormtrooper and keeps his mask on all the time and flirts with Louis and Louis flirts back without knowing that’s Harry under the costume.

13) Blackberries And Cherries | Explicit | 13984 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a witch and Harry is his human friend. When Harry needs help focusing on his schoolwork, the obvious solution is to ask Louis for a potion. You could say things don’t go quite right.

14) Breathe Me In, Breathe Me Out | General Audiences | 14263 words

Note: There’s no smut but since it’s omega Louis, it’s been included in this rec list.

Louis is drawn into a quaint candle shop in his desire to find ways to soothe himself while struggling with touch depri. It takes him two more run-ins and with the lovely alpha sales assistant, and a drop, to figure out the source of the scent that imprints upon him and calms his omega. Idiots to lovers

15) Rendezvous | Explicit | 15357 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

"Harry's got a date tonight." Zayn greets him.

Louis misses the good old times, when people used to say hello.

"Why's he got a date, Louis?"

Louis has no time for Zayn's nonsense, he's late to crash Harry's date.

He only came here for one thing.

"I need the fur coat." he announces. "No questions asked."

16) Ugly Love | Explicit | 16112 words

The 1860s Au where Louis is a prostitute and Harry's a governor, they both are in love until they aren't.

17) Sweet As Honey | Explicit | 21501 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis has always been shit at cooking. When he discovers Sweet as Honey on Instagram, owned by chef Harry Styles, he intends to mock him by recreating his recipes with his awful skills, posting photos on his own Instagram account, Nailed It. It's all fun until Harry asks to meet him.

18) Too Slow, Love|  Explicit | 21762 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

And Harry is so far out of his mind, staring at his full lips as he continues to sing the lyrics of that song that keeps playing in the back of his mind and Louis needs too much to put his lips on the curly one. And frustration fills his system, because he wants Harry so badly -he's made it clear so many times- and Harry makes no move, gives him no sign even though he wants him too -Louis can feel it in his gaze, in his gentle touch, he can feel it right now-.

He slid his hands down the curly one's chest starting to rise and modulated just for Harry to see: "you're too slow, love."

19) Soapy Lace, Let Me Embrace | Explicit | 26897 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

You know when, in movies, there’s always this character who’s one step away from death? And as it’s nearing they can’t do nothing but pause and relive all of their life, the moments that changed them forever and brought them where they are, as they are. Well, that’s exactly how Louis feels. Feet stuck in place, stunned by the view of what Harry’s holding between his fingers, Louis can’t help but open and close his mouth, wordlessly cursing himself for all the stupid choices he made in his life which led to this moment.

The right words to describe how Louis feels at the sight of his lingerie in the grasp of the last person who needed to see them aren’t written in vocabularies yet.

20) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38047 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

He takes a deep breath. “So this party?” he says, eyes firmly on the road. “I’ll do it, if you want.”

“What?” Louis says, voice quiet beside him.

“I’ll come to your sister's party. It’s going to look weird if I don’t now, right? Like, she’ll wonder what happened.”

“I guess, yeah. You don’t have to though, I get that it’s weird. Pretending to be my alpha, my boyfriend,” the omega says, not understanding what Harry is just now fully realising for the first time.

He wants to be that. More than anything.

21) The Hope Of It All | Explicit | 42336 words

Harry looks gorgeous, just like he always does. He’s wearing his signature black, tight, skinny jeans, a band tee and his varsity basketball jacket. The combination of his perfectly styled hair and the black ray bans over his eyes are enough to make Louis stop the rubbing motions on his arm to just let himself gaze at Harry, eyes dreamy and heart stuttering.

“Take a picture, it would last longer.” Zayn smirks, side eyeing Louis with that annoying, knowing look he gives him every morning when they repeat this same routine.

“Shut up.” Louis groans, ducking his head and rubbing in the last of the lotion. “I wasn’t even staring,” Louis says as his eyes wander back to Harry, where Naomi has now attached herself to his side.

22) Please, Deceive Me | Explicit | 42439 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

After a few minutes, when Harry’s finally settled he says, “Well, I guess you don’t have an explanation for that either?”

“Well, you did follow me of your own accord, I owe you no such thing. I’m a stranger Harry, I could have led you anywhere. I think between the two of us you’re the one who owes me an explanation.” Louis puts his hands on his hips as if to emphasize the point.

Harry looks down, “Well, In my defense, It was a pretty stranger that I followed.”

“Oh Harry, pretty people can be dangerous too, you know.” Louis rolls his eyes but a warm pink still falls over his cheekbones.

23) Chasing The Moment I'm Hoping Is Coming | Mature | 44486 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

For as long as Louis can remember, he’s been obsessed with the idea of love. He’s read countless books about love at first sight and seen way too many Hallmark movies. The idea of a soulmate—someone made just for him—has been something he’s longed for as long as he can remember. It’s always been on his mind, and he’s made up countless scenarios for who they are or what they do, taking inspiration from literature. His mom fills in the rest of the blanks; he’s heard many stories about a wide-eyed, toddler-Louis staring at movie after movie, begging for just one more because he was so enraptured by romance. As he grew up, his tastes changed, of course; he’s branched out to fantasy, action, and even horror movies as well, but there’s always something about romance that he comes back to. So many tales of love have been told, retold over the years that Louis is nearly positive he’ll be swept off his feet. However, there’s one teensy little kink in his plan.

He’s single.

24) Gallery Of Us | Explicit | 55778 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

In spite of wanting to sound lucid and coherent for his own big jump, Harry wants to be near and touch, wants to listen to whatever the omega’s saying because he loves that voice, and he's always hated talking unless he has to. They're a good pair, the two of them, a perfect balance. Louis’ all sunshine, good vibes and healthy eating, lingering hugs and sticky cheek kisses, and Harry's the complete opposite without explanation, but fuck, it feels good to be around someone like that. To have someone like that in his life at all.

Harry wants to protect his affectionate ball of light from the world's ignorance, wants to help add to the glow like starting a snowball, rolling it around until it can’t get off the ground because it’s so heavy from all the effort, patience and commitment.

25) Satellite | Explicit | 78422 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again. Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out. Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more.

26) The Rose of Whitechapel | Mature | 100181 words

Jack the Ripper au - Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended...

A darkness is brewing, and it's finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

27) Only You And Me | Not Rated | 109836 words

Note: This is the sequel to this fic.

Louis goes on with his life after Harry, he hopes Harry comes back to him but is also on the search for something new. Will Harry reach out to Louis, or will Louis get over him and find something better?

28) How Many Times Will It Take (To Get This Right) | Explicit | 157805 words

Harry was watching her go, unable to meet Louis’ eyes again now that they were alone, and that’s how he saw him when the young boy leaned around Jay to peer at his mum and Harry. Harry’s jaw went slack, his mouth falling open in disbelief when two green orbs identical to his own found him and stared unwaveringly calm into Harry’s sunglasses-covered face. His small features were undeniably close to Louis’. Their noses, their lips, even their brow line was the same, but the pup’s eyes were an eerily familiar shade of emerald, and much rounder than Louis’. His hair fell in dark ringlets around his small face, which was also much too round to really say the child looked like Louis, despite the similar features. Harry sputtered when his alpha roared in his chest that Harry should follow the kid--should protect his pup. But there was no fucking way.

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[snowflake-of-destruction]

Umbrella prompt!

guns are for sissies. real men throw knives.

☂️Larxene☂

Vanitas rarely smiled, and, when he did, it was generally unnerving to most people other than Ventus, Sora, Xion, or Aqua. The grin he wore as he plopped himself down across the table from Naminé, spinning the first empty chair he’d touched around instead of pulling it out, presumably just because he thought he’d appear more intimidating straddling the seat and staring at his prey over the back rather than leaning over the table, was downright terrifying in its feral wolfishness. 

“Why, Little Sister…” he greeted her. Naminé felt like she should be flattered that Vanitas had decided the part of Sora that had gone into her body’s makeup made her a part of his family, but the primary emotion she felt around Vanitas was mild discomfort. He looked at her like he knew she didn’t belong still, even though she’d fooled everyone else long ago. It took an outsider who couldn’t move past their imposter syndrome to know one, she guessed. Maybe that was what made them family, not Sora.  “Are those dicks you’re drawing?”

Naminé dropped her pencil and slapped both hands over the page in front of her, fingers splayed to take up as much room and cover as much paper as possible, warbling a high-pitched, indignant “No!” that bounced off the walls to echo back as accusation that she sounded like a liar. 

Van leaned backward, resting against air, eyebrows raising and a low whistle escaping through his teeth. “Well, that was a lucky guess. I was just teasing.” He’d seen a vague shape on the page, an elongated protrusion from a lumpy base, and he’d taken a wide swing, expecting no more than to see that look of shock in the white witch’s eyes that he missed the days of being able to cause just by walking into a room. “You’ve got some balls, Little Sister.” He made a sudden grab for the page, pulling it out from under her loose grip before she thought to actually get rid of it or put it away, not wanting to miss his opportunity. “And I’m going to hang them up on the wall over the bar. Make sure your art gets the attention it deserves.”

The corner of the page ripped as Naminé tried to keep it pinned, but Vanitas counted it as an acceptable loss. He held up his prize in one hand and summoned a small threatening ball of dark fira in the other to warn Naminé that there were no grab-backs. He squinted at his controversial prize, then cocked his head to the side and tilted the page to different angles as well, trying to judge its best view.  “A bit abstract, but I can see what you’re going for. Brave decision to start with the nonhuman.” 

He glanced at the silently fuming, flushing Naminé around the edges of the page. She was frowning so deeply it furrowed her forehead and it looked like there was the start of humiliated moisture in her eyes as she mumbled that the drawing wasn’t a dick.

Ole’ Vanitas has still got it. Suffer, child of light!

“What is this? A Darkside? Not furry enough to be a Behemoth.”

“It’s not a dick!” Naminé whispered furiously.  “Give it back!”

“Oh?” Vanitas challenged, gesturing with his fireball hand for her to offer a better explanation, though he didn’t pause near long enough for her to provide one, continuing when she didn’t immediately jump in and try to redirect. “Let’s call Ellie over. She should be an expert. I always assumed Larxene used to keep them as trophies. Seemed like a Larxy thing. Kill when mating, then hang the dick on the wall.” He raised his voice, yelling across the small restaurant so his voice carried to the back. “Elrena! Ellie El!”

“It doesn’t look anything like a…what you said!” Naminé continued to protest. 

“That’s what you keep saying.” Vanitas stressed the last word. “But you haven’t said what it is yet. We’ll put it to a vote.” 

“It doesn’t even…It’s purple. Have you ever seen a purple dick?” Naminé desperately tried to appeal to reason.

“What I do on my nights off doesn’t concern you.” Vanitas threw out flippantly as he looked over his shoulder for his gaze to meet the tall blonde marching out of the kitchen, an aura of menace and what was potentially static cling hanging around her shoulders like a wrap.  “Come take a look at this, Ellie. Naminé’s drawing porn in the middle of our dinner rush.” It actually looked more like a bird than a dick, and the place was empty except for Naminé and the two of them, but Naminé was proving just too easy of a target to fluster.

“What are you on about, Vanitas?” The new arrival to the conversation griped, “ You were supposed to be watching the front for any paying customers, not flirting with one of our freeloaders.” Elrena grabbed the drawing away from Vanitas as he waved it in her face. “What are you doing with a picture of one of Xigbar’s arrow guns?”

“That’s an arrow gun?” Vanitas’ incredulous gaze flicked between the page Elrena was now holding and Naminé, whose tangible relief that she wasn’t going to be teamed up on was kind of killing his mood. 

“I told you!”

“You did not,” Vanitas shot back, childishly. “All you said was that it wasn’t a dick.”

“You thought this was a dick?” Elrena scoffed. She passed the page from the hand nearest Vanitas to her other, then passed it off back to Naminé, who shot her a grateful look. “If you’re packing something that looks remotely like this, you need a doctor right away.”

“If you wanted an excuse to take a look, you could just ask, Ellie,” Vanitas retorted, newly grown heart not particularly in it, as he saw his miscalculation in how likely the girls were to team up and how much more relaxed Naminé already was.

“You couldn’t handle me.” Elrena didn’t miss a beat before addressing Naminé again. “Is Weird Dick here bothering you? Want me to fire him? He’s pretty much only useful as a decoration, and most of the time he fails at that.”

“You know you keep me around because I’m better at customer service.” Sadly, it was true. Another lifetime, Elrena had been much more of a people pleaser than Larxene, but, though by comparison she still was, the girl from the age of fairytales had died too many times too long ago not to harden.  “It was just a bit of brotherly ribbing.”

“They’re knives,” Naminé volunteered, inspecting her drawing with new eyes. Did they really look like genitals? “It’s a design for a pair of knives for Braig that keep the same design elements as his arrow guns, and lock together to look like one when not needed for use. I’m going to take a blueprint to Axel and have him see what he can forge. It’s a surprise.” She cast a glare at Vanitas. “Or it was.”

Elrena hummed in thought, a slight rumble of the throat. “Did he ask you to do that?”

“No,” Naminé warbled the lie, blushing once more. 

“What did you do, Ellie?” Vanitas’s vicious glee returned.

“Just told him the truth. Guns are for sissies. Real men throw knives.” She tossed her head like she was flicking her over her shoulder and sniffed. “People are too sensitive and easily embarrassed these days.”

“Tell me about it,” Vanitas commiserated, side-eyeing Naminé.

[evenasyoungastheyare]

Good morning (here),


It’s tea time here.


How was your week? Any sun there? It has been a grey week here. Grey again today - Uugh.


So we are inspired be the same images! That’s not surprising to me. You are one of my favourite artists. It is so interesting to me - we live so far away from each other yet we see a similar beauty in images.


Have you drawn that image? If so please link me. Are you drawing that image? If so I'm looking forward to the posting. 


I had to look back and see if that photo was the reference used for my first drawing request with you. The banana and cross are in the full image. It is not that image. But I think you did mention me in your reblog of the photo, “#for my dick banana obsessed anon” - too funny!! We have come a long way!!! 


That first drawing is special to me. It is where I was first brave enough to interact with you. And you where kind enough to respond. Also the dick banana and the cross together - I mean - just look at it!!! It makes me laugh and shake my head at the same time.


Now for the serious part - If you ever think I’m infringing on your talent/copying let me know. That is never my intention. Please call me out. I will happily remove the edit. This is a creative release for me, nothing serious. I’m just putting some red on paper. I value you way more than some silly little edit.

I hope it is sunny where you are. Have a great weekend!


Hello my loveliest nonnie,

you made my experience here so much better. I really need encouragement sometimes and your kind words are so important to me. I love your messages very much. Thank you!

Please, dont even think about me calling you out. Why would I do it? You are also one of my favourite artist sooo. And it feels great that we are connected to each other and we are inspired by similar or even same photos. It is just awesome! Btw, I havent drawn that one you asked about yet, but when I planned what I want to draw like two days ago, that one was in my top 5 :D. I am now working on another one but I am going to draw the one with the hand and necklace too.

I didnt know it was you who asked for the dick/banana necklace :D :D. It is funny and I am so happy you found courage and wrote to me (I might seem to be cold sometimes but I think it is partly because we as a nation are - or were - kind of reserved? haha).

It was pretty sunny here today. The weather here is really weird these days. There are high temperatures for this season. It was like 18°C on New Years Eve - very strange. I am going to visit my sister tomorrow and we will work in the garden. I hope the weather will be ok.

I wish you are going to have some sunny days soon!

Have a beautiful weekend ❤️

[megantrancyfanfics]

How the hashira relax~

Being a hashira is a hard job, and puts way too much stress on a person, so it’s only natural that they..relieve it in some way 😉

Both SFW and NSFW, regardless, 18+ MNDI

Hashira’s not included: muichiro Bc he is a BABY!!

WARNING: SFW section of Giyuu consists of spoilers, SO DOES SFW SECTION OF GYOMEI so you’ve been warned!!

Enjoy💜

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SFW:

• Rengoku when he gets stressed will focus on breathing to ease himself.

• If that doesn’t work, he will 100% go out and get some food: Bc food makes everyone happy

• tbh I don’t see this man getting super stressed Bc he absolutely loves being a hashira so I don’t see him lashing out when stressed.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ when this man gets a moment alone and he’s feeling stressed? He just uses his spit and hand.

~despite him always being very loud, when he masturbate’s he’s very quiet, he doesn’t want to get caught.

~depending on how stressed he is, Rengoku can go multiple times by himself, but normally 1 is good for him.

When with someone:

~ when Rengoku is with someone, this man will go ROUNDS.

~ whoever he’s with better be ready to be overstimulated 100%

~ unlike when he’s with himself, Rengoku is vocal when with a partner: whether it be giving out praise, or just moaning this man doesn’t mind.

~ I see this man being a switch, but if he’s on bottom he’s a power bottom!

~ I feel like this man would be a little lost when it came to aftercare. I feel like at first he didn’t even know what it was, but once you explain it to him I can see him trying his best so please be patient with him!

————————

You couldn’t even answer rengoku’s questions that he was asking you, the way his dick was hitting the spot that makes you want to cry out had your mind drawing blanks. You were trying to keep up with the rhythm he had, but your legs were shaking and burning, you could no longer bounce on your own accord. Rengoku had to grip your hips and help you as the two of you quickly approached your orgasms. “Kyojuro! Kyojuro!” You cried out as you felt that bubble that had been building up in your stomach finally burst as you came all over him. “Good job baby” he said softly as he lifted you off and came onto your chest.

He cleaned you off before he cleaned himself. He kissed your forehead before he wrapped your arms around you before pulling you down with him onto the plush bed under the two of you. He let out a soft laugh before peppering soft kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my sweet y/n.”

“I love you more, kyo”

SFW:

• when shinobu gets stressed, she breaks down.

• she fears she isn’t as good enough as her sister would have been. She misses her so much, and when she’s stressed, all of those insecurities come out.

• it may seem sad to others, but to her it’s a nice way to relax. Being able to take off that brave face and let it all out is calming to her.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ she isn’t usually the type to do masturbate, she deems it to be a waste of time.

~ but when she does, it’s quick, only using oral stimulation to finish.

~ will only do 1 round

When with someone:

~ she’s not really down for a rough fuck. Despite her rude remarks, once you break down her walls she’s very sweet, and very sensitive.

~ she’s normally a top, but like stated before, she’s very sensual with everything she does in the bedroom.

~ when her partner is lucky enough to make her become a bottom, she’s very touchy, running her hands down her partners chest, pulling them into kisses, and giving them praise.

~ I feel like when she’s with someone she’ll do more than 1 round if the partner wants more than one. I think she’s a person pleasure.

~ aftercare to her can sometimes be really important, other days not so much. It honestly depends on how the session went, and how her mindset was going into it.

——————

It had been a rough night. It was one of those nights where shinobu had a breakdown, of course you listened to everything she had said, and comforted her, and it was her idea to start everything.

As she was on top, moaning, with tears running down her face, she had asked you multiple questions that showed her mindset of what you needed to do afterwards. “You’re not going to leave too, right? You love me right? You know I’m only mean to you because I love you right?”

This night you knew it might be for the best if the two of you have a rough yet passionate night together. You flipped the two of you over so you were now on top. You had wiped her tears then kissed her face. “Of course I know you’re only mean to me because you love me. I love you for you. You’re so amazing shinobu. I love you so much I’m never going to leave you.” You’d coo at her as the two of you make sure she has as many orgasms as it takes to make her calm again.

Once you did, you knew it was definitely an aftercare night. You held her close and told her how precious she was to you, and how her sister would be so proud of all of the things she has accomplished. Shinobu may be mean sometimes, but once you get under that rude front: she’s an angel from heaven.

SFW:

~ spending time with Kaburamaru. Allowing Kaburamaru to slither wherever his best friend wants.

~ spending time with Mitsuri is another big stress reliever. Hearing her laugh and just being around her soothes this man beyond belief.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ you think this man will use his hands? Absolutely not.

~ hear me out: he definitely has a flesh light.

~ thinks it’s too tiresome to think up scenarios and use his hands, so he’ll just use the flesh light and call it a night after that.

~ will only do one round. He isn’t much of a soloist.

When with someone:

~ this man doesn’t mind a rough fuck session, nor does he mind a passionate and slow session. It depends on what he wants, or what his partner once.

~ I feel like he’s more of a top, but when he’s on bottom I feel like it’s a more passionate fuck.

~ will go at least 2 rounds. If their partner can handle more and this man is super stressed: he’ll go more.

~ I feel like Obanai can be a little selfish, and you’ll have to remind him that you want pleasure too. But I promise you, he will make sure you’re satisfied 100% once you say you’re feeling a little left out.

~ if you say your not satisfied, you won’t be walking tomorrow and that’s a fact!

~ this man isn’t a fan of aftercare tbh. He’ll do it because you like it, but he could go without it. He doesn’t really understand the purpose of it.

———————

The whole room was filled with the sound of moans from both you and Obanai, and skin slapping together. His hand on your neck as he abused your hole. All you could do was cry. The two of you had been going at it for literal hours. You knew by the time all this was over you’d be sore and not able to walk for the next week! But it was so worth it: the pleasure you were feeling was immaculate. The way Obanai was degrading you, was enough to make you want to cum on the spot. You were so lost in all the pleasure you could see stars in your vision until you heard a familiar hiss right by your head.

You were instantly snapped out of your trance as you turned your head and was looking at Kaburamaru.

“A-are you fucking kidding me Iguro?! I told you we don’t fuck when Kaburamaru is in the same room!” You yelled, which made Obanai stop dead in his tracks.

“I know but no one would watch him..plus I thought Kaburamaru wouldn’t come in here if I kept ‘em in the next room with all of Kaburamaru’s favorite things.”

Let’s just say neither of you got to have your final release.

Sfw:

~ when she’s stressed, she will go out to her favorite restaurant to eat all of her favorite food. She’ll also most likely ask Rengoku and Obanai to tag along too.

~ I also see this girl being into baking, and bringing the sweets she makes to the other hashira. Once Obanai learns that Mitsuri will go see sanemi, he’ll tag along, and if Sanemi says anything rude to her, Sanemi will wake up with new snake bites on his body: if he’s able to wake up at all.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ this girl uses her fingers, and a pink vibrator when she’s really stressed.

~ this girl will go multiple rounds, and despite her trying to be quiet, she can’t be. She will be very noisy.

~ this girl is sensitive. Even the smallest touch of her clit has her wiggling around and whimpering.

When with someone:

~ she enjoys someone dominating her. This girl is a bottom to her core.

~ she’s definitely a creamer, and if you get lucky I bet she’ll even be a squirter.

~ you might need to put something in her mouth Bc she is loud.

~ regardless if her partner can handle it/is up to it: she will go more than 1 round.

~ she’s definitely more into receiving than into giving but once she is satisfied she will tend to you, so be patient!

~ aftercare is very important to her. Not just receiving it but also giving it. She wants her partner to know that she loves them to death, so expect a lot of praise and a lot of just random things coming out of her.

———————

It all started when you walked in on your beloved Mitsuri fingering herself. You had asked if she wanted help, to which she said yes. You knew how sensitive she is, so you took advantage of that. You quickly began sucking and lick her clit. You wanted to overstimulate her, and the fastest way to do that was to abuse her clit. After the first and second time you made her cum, she decided to take over. Pushing you onto your back and climbing on top of you. After a bit of foreplay, she was crying for you, and creaming for you. Oh how her moans were like music to your ears as she was very vocal about being close to her release, and so were you.

When the two of you came down from your highs, Mitsuri was the first to grab your face and kiss all over you. Still coming down from her high, she jumbled up all of her words, which you found absolutely adorable as you wrapped your arms around her and kissed her forehead.

“I have absolutely no idea what you were saying but I love you too.”

SFW:

~ he’ll go and visit the little graves he hand made and placed up for Sabito and his sister and talk to them. Or he’ll go and visit his sisters grave. Being able to talk to them gives him ease.

~ if he isn’t in the right headspace to do that, you’ll find Giyuu by any body of water. I get it y’all are like “haha bc he’s the water hashira” but no- I feel like watching natural running water calms him. Especially if there’s a waterfall- Giyuu will be there for literal hours.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ is a very quiet person to begin with, and this will follow into the bedroom when he’s by himself, but he will let out a few grunts when he finishes, but they’re not very loud.

~ the classic spit and hand is all he uses

~ he’ll only go one round: but Giyuu takes his time when he masturbates.

When with someone:

~ is more of a passionate lover, isn’t really down for quickies, or rough fucks. He wants his lover to feel every ounce of love and affection he has for them.

~ just like when he maturbates, he likes to only go 1 round, but if his partner wants another round, I can see him giving them oral until they’re satisfied.

~ power bottom vibes, but will get on top

~ Giyuu had absolutely no idea wtf aftercare was. 100% you had to explain it to him, now he likes to do it. His favorite thing is cuddling, and laying his head on your chest. Being able to hear your heartbeat is relaxing to him <3

——————

Giyuu being on top is very unusual. Giyuu didn’t have much confidence in himself so he’s usually a power bottom. But, the way he was touching all over your body was different. His body language was different. “I know I don’t really know how to show it but I love you so much.” He’d say peppering kisses on your face. Everything he was doing was so passionate: even when foreplay was over with, and it was onto the main event, Giyuu was still on top, complimenting you, and saying very sweet things to you. You’re used to passionate fucks with Giyuu but this one takes the cake!

When the two of you finally finished, he held you close to him as tight as he could. That’s when it hit you: today the two of you went to visit sabito and the others, he’s expressed before that he loves when you tag along to visit their graves, but today you actually talked to Sabito. I bet that meant a lot to him.

“Giyuu, I love you more than anything in this world. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“No y/n I’m the one that’s lucky to have you. You make me so happy, thank you. I love you”

SFW:

• painting. This man I feel like would absolutely love to paint, and he’d totally be the type that once he’s done he’ll show it off and be like “look how flashy this is! Look how flamboyantly awesome this (whatever he drew) is!” And everyone else would be like “😒yeah- looks nice Tengen.”😂

• taking his wives to go shopping. I feel like tengen’s love language is gifting, so I feel like when he’s stressed he’ll take his girls out and their smiles and laughs (and yes even the bickering AS LONG AS NOTHING AS BEING THROWN) can calm this man down.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ you really think this man is gonna do it solo when he has 3 wives? No-

When with someone (new):

~ I feel like everyone in this relationship will get very excited when someone new enters the bedroom.

~ their new lover will be WORN OUT by the time the 4 of ‘em are done with them. Everyone will want a turn with the new lover: good luck.

~ I feel like Tengen doesn’t make a lot of noise or speaks a lot when fucking. I feel like he kinda just zones into what he’s doing and he’s that way until the end.

~ when it comes to Tengen and his wives in the bedroom: there’s no limit to anything they won’t do in the bedroom: they only have a safe word.

~ I feel like in the bedroom Tengen doesn’t give much oral to anyone, (but he expects someone to give him head!)

~ I also feel like he’s like “you all have at it” until all of you are ready for him then he’ll come in and destroy all of his lovers ✨flamboyantly✨.

———————

Tengen sat back against the headboard of his bed as his 3 wives had fun with you. Hina going at your neck, while suma and Makio went after your more sensitive areas. Tengen got off on seeing all 4 of you getting off in front of him, it was so hot to him, but only for a little. Tengen doesn’t like not being the center of attention.

“Hello, I know you 3 are happy to have a new person joining us but don’t forget about me. Now who will do the honor?” Of course you volunteered; and the 3 girls were happy to let you go first. You were quick to swirl your tongue around his cock before sucking him off. While you attended to Tengen, Makio was the one to go after your hole, then hina attended to makio’s pussy, leaving suma to whine and crawl towards Tengen. He was very happy to make suma bounce on his fingers until she released onto them.

When Tengen was satisfied with his blow job, he requested all of his wives to take a turn in order of when they were married to him. While suma had her turn, you, hina, and Makio continued to have fun. Then when it was makio’s turn, you decided to overstimulate suma while hina worked on both of you. By the time it was your turn: your legs could barely hold you up. Your body shaked and jolted from all of the pleasure.

“Tengen I-”

“Are you worn out doll?” He’d say with a laugh before flipping you onto your back, as he looked down at you with hungry eyes. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to not have my fun with you while my wives got to exhaust you~” he cooed as he slid his dick into your already slick hole. You cried out as your legs shook. You’ve never felt this much pleasure in all your life. By the time the two of you finished, his 3 wives were already curled up in a ball asleep. You were fighting sleep which made Tengen laugh. “C’mon, time to get into the cuddle ball and get some sleep. Better get used to this.”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if you became his 4th lover.

SFW:

• one word: training. Whether it be sword training, going up against another hashira for “experience”, or exercising, this man will do it excessively until he’s feeling better.

• NOBODY SAY THIS TO ANYONE: but I feel like making ohagi will also really calm this hot headed man down.

• also…this man also calms down by taking his beetle out of its cage and letting it run around his home. Just watching it be free for a little bit makes him happy.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ this man can do it a couple different ways.

~ normally he’ll just use his hand and spit, and he’s normally quick with it: just wanting to feel that sweet release more than anything.

~ but sometimes: he does take his time, and I feel like he’d take a page out of obanai’s book and have a flesh light. But he’ll only use that when he’s beyond stressed and the stress is actually starting to piss him off a bit.

When he’s with someone:

~ I know this is cliche, but I feel like Sanemi is very sweet and sentimental deep down: so I feel like he wouldn’t just fuck any person that comes around: I feel like he’d only do it with a lover/significant other.

~ I feel like Sanemi can be very sweet in the bedroom when he puts his mind to it, but you can’t teach a dog new tricks when it doesn’t want to learn. With that being said I also can see Sanemi taking all of his frustrations out on his lover and fucking them into oblivion.

~ this man is soooo into overstimulation. He loves the way his partner’s moans will turn into whines and whimpers

~ he’s talkative in the bedroom: and will let out a few grunts here and there: especially if he’s going hard. EX: “you like the feeling of this dick inside you? Yeah?” “You feel so fucking good tightening around my dick you’re being so good for me I’m going to make sure you don’t walk tomorrow”

~ unlike most of the other hashira I feel like aftercare to this man is actually really important. He knows there are times he can go overboard, and he honestly beats himself up about it sometimes. Expect a nice warm bath ran for the both of you, and afterwards some nice cuddles. But I sure do hope you don’t gotta pee in the middle of the night, Bc Sanemi sleeps like a rock and you won’t be leaving his arms until he wakes up😂

—————

It was one of those nights, Sanemi was pissed about a mission he had went on: it didn’t go according to plan, which means he takes his anger out on you.

And that’s exactly what’s happening. You were bent over the bed, all you could do was hold onto the sheets and cry out in pleasure. Sanemi was roughly grabbing your hair as he spoke. “You like this baby? Yeah? You like getting fucked with this thick cock? What’s wrong? Am I fucking you so good you’re going dumb?” When you couldn’t respond to him, you heard a tch before he pulled out. “Lay down on the fucking bed.” He spat out, and you quickly did as you were told. He followed after you, and before he shoved his dick back into you, he took a good look at your face: a shit eating grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Aww look at you~ drooling and crying over this dick. Tell me- who does this belong to?” He asked as he rubbed his dick on your entrance. “Y-you” you choked out. “Good girl/boy/love. You do have some common sense left huh.” He said as he shoved it back inside. By this point the two of you were so close to your releases you both were just holding it in so this fuck session could last longer. “I-I’m cumming!” You cried out, which made Sanemi thrust harder. “You better cum all over my dick. Fucking cum.” He commanded as your insides tightened around his cock, making both of you cum at the same time.

As sanemi rode out his high, you watched as his once small angry pupils dilated, as he looked down at you, regret written all over his face. “I’m sorry for going so hard..” he’d say softly before picking you up bridal style and walking to the bathroom. He would then sit you on the lid of the toilet, then start up a bath. This will be the only time he’ll ask you what scent of bath bomb you’d want. He doesn’t want to be seen as being girly, but he actually does like bath bombs, but he’d rather die than admit that. Once the two of you are inside of the tub he’ll pull you close to him, play with your hair, and tell you how good you were and how much he loves you, but the second you start falling asleep he’ll wake you up and clean you up then the two of you will get out of the bath. Hope you’re a cuddler bc Sanemi will hold you close until the next day🖤

SFW:

• This isn’t a shocker, but I feel like meditation will almost always help this man when he’s feeling stressed.

• much like Giyuu, I feel like once gyo became a hashira he went out into the woods and placed little hand made graves for all of the kids that passed away, and goes to visit, talk, and pray to them. It hurts him to do it, it makes him feel like a failure: but it always seems to somehow ease him.

NSFW:

Solo:

~ I don’t really see gyo being a masturbating type of guy if I’m going to be honest. I feel like he’ll wait until he gets a lover. Plus, I feel like he’s never this stressed to want to do something this impure.

When with someone:

~ I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: this 👏man👏 is 👏a 👏gentle 👏giant 👏👏

~ is so caring and passionate when he finally finds someone that doesn’t consider him scary for his size. He will always show them how much he loves them and that carries into the bedroom.

~ he’s more of a slow lover, he’s very fearful of hurting you (we all know this man is packing a deadly weapon down there y’all cannot tell me otherwise!!)

~ he’s def a body worshiper. He will compliment every part of your body: even if he can’t see it, it’s apart of you and you are like an angel that was sent to him.

~ please praise this man when y’all are fucking. Sometimes he forgets to enjoy himself Bc he’s so worried about hurting you. Please reassure him and tell him to relax and enjoy himself!

~ aftercare means everything to this man. Like I said he wants to show his lover how much they mean to him, so when it comes to gyo, aftercare is limitless.

~ If you say you’re hurting after your session with him? Hot bath! You two are exhausted? You bet your ass you will be resting on his chest or he will be cuddling you.

~He will praise you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and tell you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. Please do the same to him: Bc he is still secretly fearful that he did hurt you.

———

“You’re so handsome/beautiful/stunning my love.” Gyomei says as he kisses your face. “Are you sure about this?”

“Gyo you’re acting like this is our first time.” You softly say with a laugh as you kiss him. “I’m ready and I want this. Relax a little my love you won’t hurt me I promise and if you are I’ll tell you.” With a look of worry on his face, he enters you. A moan of pleasure escapes from both yours and his lips.

It’s passionate, the room is filled with the sounds of soft skin slaps, praise, and groans and moans, both of you are in total bliss. Both of you are planting kisses on each other everywhere.

“I’m close” you cry out before Gyomei captures your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck as you cream all over his dick, shortly after he came. He was quick to start praising you, but you could sense the worry.

“I love you so much y/n. You did so good for me. Thank you-”

“Gyo I’m not hurt don’t worry.” You’d say running your fingers through his hair before resting them on his cheeks. “Are you sure my love?”

“I am, now relax my big teddy bear.” You say with a soft giggle. You watch as his once fearful face relaxed into a soft smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted.” “We can’t have that.” He says with a soft laugh as he scoops you up and lays on his back, placing you on his chest. He pulled up the covers, and started playing with your hair.

“I love you, Gyomei~” you coo. And that’s all he needed to hear: you saying that you loved him. His whole body felt like it turned to mush. He never knew it was possible to love a person this much

End💜

This took so long to finish I really do hope y’all liked it😫

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ THREES A CROWD — embry & paul

WARNINGS: jake is being mean like wtf get a life

A/N: my sporadic posting is just a way of testing your allegiance to this fic and not me forgetting I don't know what your talking about

three ˖⋆࿐໋₊

"I saw you with them yesterday," Jake says in lieu of greeting. His face was contorted in anger as he storms up to you, steam practically pouring from his flared nostrils. His hands are balled up into fists at his sides, and even with your long friendship, you unconsciously back up a step in fear. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," You mumble, looking down at the book in your lap to subtly try and get him to leave.

When you had come home from school that day you had stuck your hand into the side pocket of your bag only to find that you had forgotten your keys. Now locked out, you had to wait for someone to come home and let you in.

Thankfully the brunt of the winter chill had come and passed, otherwise, you would have had to take refuge with your neighbour Candice. The woman was nice, if not a little strange, far too nosy for your families tastes.

"Don't play dump," Jake practically growls, pointing an accusing finger at you, "I know it was you with them yesterday. I thought I warned you about them and their cult. But you never listen when Embrys involved, do you?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You exclaimed, jumping up from the steps to get in Jakes face. You were far from intimidating, practically shaking in your boots from his palpable anger, but you refused to back down to whatever he was insinuating.

"All you've ever done is follow Embry around like some lovesick puppy. It's pathetic, watching you fall all over him as you try to catch his attention," You couldn't say anything to him, tears stinging your eyes as you gape up a Jake. He slowly started to shake in anger, lips pulled back in a snarl over his teeth, "After he joined Sam and his little cult he's been nothing but a dick to the three of us. But there you were, sitting and laughing with Embry and Paul fucking Lahote as if what they've done, what he's done, doesn't matter."

"And what did they do, huh? What have they done to you or anyone in La Push to deserve the rumours that were spread about them?" You all but shouted, glaring up at Jake. You quickly take a step back, however, when you noticed Jakes shaking has gotten more violent. Holding your hands up in what you hope is a calming motion, you try and catch Jakes eye, "I think you need to calm down."

"Yeah, like I'm going to listen to you," Jake spat, turning on his heel and stomping off down the road. He heads off in the direction of Bella's house, still visibly shaking even as he gets further away.

Now that he was gone you take in a shaky breath, pressing a hand over your frantically beating heart. Even though it hurt to hear him talk about Embry and Paul like that, you knew where he was coming from.

The groups change in appearance and personality was sudden in a way that no one could understand. Even you had judged Embry without a second thought, dashing away a near life long friendship for rumours spread by strangers.

There wasn't much you could do now that Jake knew about you and Embry talking again. Given how angry he was, you wouldn't be surprised if he confronted one or even both of them, if he felt brave enough.

Slowly easing back down onto the front steps, you let your head fall backwards, letting out a heavy sigh. But as you do, you notice the blinds swing closed from the house across the street. Seems like Candice got herself her daily dose of drama, just what you needed.

Opening your book back up, you had barely gotten comfortable on the stone steps before your phone was going off in your bag. Letting out a long, draw out groan, you contemplated just leaving it, not wanting to deal with whoever it was.

After a moment of hesitation, you decide against it, fishing through your bag until your fingers graze against the cool glass screen. To your surprise, there was a new message from Paul, sent in the group chat that Embry had set up the night before.

[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕]: this I gonna sound a little strange, but I think I could feel fear through the imprint bond...

[𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙]: Jake was just here. He saw us together yesterday. He yelled a bit then stormed off, I'm a bit shaken up I guess

[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕]: what did he do?!

[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚢]: are you okay?

You feel your chest bloom at their concern, a wide smile stretching across your face. Pressing a hand to your warm cheek, you fight to control the giddy smile on your face as you type back a response with one hand.

[𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙]: in fine! He got really angry tho, more than I've ever seen before. He was even shaking. Does that mean he's gonna shift soon?

[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚢]: probably. We're gonna have to let Sam know what happened.

[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕]: shit. That means we can't go out tonight. Sams gonna hold a meeting over this.

[𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙]: thats fine. I have homework to do anyways. Don't have too much fun without me ;)

The sound of a car pulling into the driveway pulls your attention away from your phone. Your dad parks the car, looking beyond tired as he says something over his shoulder to the twins in the back seat. The two of them are talking excitedly, hands flailing wildly as they try and talk over each other.

You slide your book back into your bag. With the twins as excited as they are, there was no way you were getting any reading done any time soon. You just hoped your family didn't notice the lingering panic that was surely written all over your face.

TWILIGHT

°.● @rabeccablake °.● @rushiruby

°.● @ihaveaproblem98 °.● @alwayshave-faith

THREES A CROWD

°.● @truthdaze °.● @vxidnik

°.● @arithatonegirl °.● @peqchynero

°.● @left-in-the-woods °.● @slytherinrising

°.● @the-fall-guardian-fox °.● @jelly-fishy-babie

°.● @samnblack °.● @almightyrogers

°.● @broken-montague °.● @what-the-hap-is-fuckning

°.● @letseggsnog °.● @tssf-imagines

°.● @scarlet-says-hi °.● @chikendumplin

°.● @numbxinside °.● @irrevocablemushroomravioli

°.● @kobababy °.● @bluetreecloud20

°.● @rottenstyx

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

[bts-hyperfixation]

How to Lose a Couple Guys

Part 1 

The Maknae line is chatting over break one day pondering their colleagues. When it comes to you they come to the unsurprising conclusion that they all find you attractive. And so, despite your no co-workers rule, they make a bet to see who can win your heart.

Smut will be in the 3rd part, Big dick, Rough, Mirror sex

“Thanks again for getting me the job guys,” Jungkook said over coffee in the breakroom.

“Not a problem. Couldn’t leave our little bro without a job.” Jimin shrugged.

“Plus it’ll be a lot more fun around the office with you to boss around,” Taehyung grins.

They each sip their drinks and take in the office around them. Everyone is busy chatting with clients or other members of staff. Everyone except you. Sat at your desk typing away you had completely blocked out the world around you to catch up on work.

“What’s her deal?” Jungkook asks pointing his mug in your direction.

“Y/N? I don’t really know; she won’t talk to anyone.” Tae responds.

“She won’t talk to you… She talks to everyone else, she just can’t stand you.” Jimin points out, just as another colleague walks up and proves his point. They watch as you lift your eyes away from your desktop to talk to the woman in front of you, laughing at a joke. The other woman walks away, and you go back to what you were doing.

“She’s pretty.” Jungkook sighs more to himself than anyone else.

“Good luck with that. She had a pretty hard and fast rule about not dating anyone she works with the entire time she’s been here. And trust me people have tried.” Jimin grumbles the last part

“Meaning you got turned down more than once?” Jungkook says making Taehyung laugh.

“Only once!.. I wasn’t brave enough to try again.” The blonde suddenly finds his coffee fascinating, unable to look at his companions.

“I bet she wouldn’t turn me down,” Tae gloats with unearned confidence.

“I thought Jimin just said she hated you…”

“She doesn’t hate me; I reckon she’s just a little shy, plus I’ve never seen her hold a conversation with Jimin either…” The eldest’s ears perk back up at that comment. He doesn’t even speak. He stands from his chair grabs a bottle of soda from the fridge and swans off to your desk flashing a smile at the other boys.

Taehyung and Jungkook look on as Jimin sets the soda down on your desk. The break room is too far away from your desk for them to overhear your conversation, but they can quite clearly see the way you smile at the drink. To prove his point Jimin hangs around for a little while, trying to make you laugh (and succeeding). He then returns to a mildly star struck Jungkook and a very grumbly Tae.

“Well if I took her a present she’d be nice to me too…” He pouts.

“Wanna bet?” Jimin asks staring him down.

“What if I did? What if we all made a little bet? See who she says yes to a date with first? Even better, see who she kisses first, a date is nothing.” Taehyung challenges back, briefly breaking the eye contact to include Jungkook.

“You’re on!” the oldest responds as Kookie nods in agreement. And that’s how this all started…

“Flowers for Y/N?” The delivery man calls from the front desk. Your head perks up in confusion. The man is sent in your direction with the biggest bouquet of your favourite flowers that you have ever seen. You thank the man as he places them on your desk, cheeks reddening as more people in the office turn to stare at you.

You rifle through the petals to try and find a card attached to the absurd decoration. You can’t help but smell the Osmanthus and lavender that’s been buried in the middle as you disturb the pollen. You feel a little bad for anyone in the office with hay fever...

Eventually, you pull the small card away from its confines without damaging the stems.

Y/N

Have a beautiful day. I'll have one just thinking of you.

PJM

You look up to find Jimin grinning at you from the HR office across the room. Rather than drawing more attention to yourself by getting up to go and see him you open the works IM system to find a message from Jimin already waiting for you

J- Did you get the flowers?

Y- You saw them arrive...

Y- I thought the survey last week was to get to know the staff better for secret Santa…

J- It was… what? I can’t send one of my favourite colleagues a little present to show how much the company appreciates them?

Y – This feels like a gross misuse of your HR powers.

J- Do you not like them? I can send them back if you like? Get you a bigger bunch.

You can see him smiling at himself for that one, knowing there’s no way you’d accept more, at least not yet.

Y – No these are lovely.

J – Then just enjoy them and say ‘thank you Jimin’

You grumble to yourself and roll your eyes before responding again.

Y- Thank You, Jimin.

You close the file and return to your work. The amount of attention you’d been getting lately was very flattering, but it was definitely starting to get suspicious.

All week the new intern, Jungkook, had been hovering around ready to do anything for you at the drop of a hat. He even brought you Starbucks every morning on his way in, complete with a muffin. He says it’s because he knows you forget to eat some days. It’s lovely but really out of nowhere.

Then there is Taehyung. The biggest pain in your ass. He has gone from being the most annoying man in the office with his loud laugh, barely skating by work, and extravagant presentations to quiet as a mouse and extremely helpful. The change was unsettling and aggravating at first as he wheeled his chair over to your desk and offered you help on your presenting skills, but you do have to admit, going through it with him before meetings has definitely made you more confident.

Finally, Jimin has been the most accommodating HR manager in the world. He submitted all of your holidays with no issues, calls you in for mental checks (fancy speak for a gossip), and of course there are the little presents. The flowers were just the latest. It started with the best slice of cake from someone’s birthday, then there was juice on your desk after the meeting, after that there was a box of chocolates. Each one came with a little note ranging from friendly to suggestive.

If you didn’t know any better you’d say you had some romantic admirers… But you do know better. One of the copy girls had overheard the men make their little bet over who could win your affection and scurried over to tell you immediately. If they were going to try to play with your emotions, you were going to milk it for all it was worth.

Each time you were sure one of them was going to ask you out, (their eyes lidded, bodies leaning towards yours, clearly distracted) you changed the topic. Left them confused and floundering to recover from the almost intimate moment.

It was extremely funny to those of you in the know. Other betting pools had sprung up around the office. One took money on who you were going to let win, if anyone. Another asked how far each man would go. A third was taking chances on how long it would take the men to figure out you were fucking with them right back.

However, only a week in and Jimin had already decided to spend somewhere around £100 on some flowers… It was getting to be a little much for a prank. And so the next time you found yourself alone with each of the boys you allowed them to ask you out, you were just very careful to make sure they wouldn’t cross paths with the others until after you’d said yes to each one.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 2

Summary: While marriage was the last thing he’d want, especially with his enemies’ daughter, the Darkling isn’t above playing dirty to get what he wants. But his wish for a wedding night turns sour once he realizes his bride is anything but a weak human.

Warnings: angst, swearing, sexual references

Part one   

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Walking down a hall, Y/N felt her heart drop as they neared a room meant for them. Glancing over her shoulder, she realized Darkling’s faithful Grisha followed them every step of the way.

Stopping moments before she walked into her now husband, Y/N turned on her heel. With a smile believable to anyone with an outsider’s perspective, she folded her hands before her abdomen.

“Did you guys enjoy the wedding?” Her voice is light, cheerful even. It felt odd, enough for Kirigan’s eyes to narrow at Ivan and Fedyor who replied simultaneously.

“Yes.” “No.”

Chuckling, she raised her eyebrows, “Well, did you both attend the same wedding?”

Swallowing thickly, Fedyor decided to speak for Ivan who was still disgruntled nearly as much as Kirigan.

“The wedding was perfect and you were a vision.”

Humming, she nods, “I’m glad it wasn’t a waste of time for you as it was for me. Good evening.” Turning her back on their flabbergasted faces, Y/N lifted her chin before entering the room on her own.

She could hear Kirigan’s annoyed sigh as he dismissed his Grisha, but the sound of the doors closing truly rattled her insides. Looking to him, she held her breath to stop a shuddered one from escaping her.

"I understand it's not what you expected", he smiled frostily. "I had plans that didn't include you either. But I suppose we'll both have to make do."

She scoffed, narrowing her eyes, "Make do?"

It was their wedding night, doors shut with no witnesses and the marriage arranged for the two of them felt like a noose tied around her neck. She swallows thickly, hyper aware of the bed dominating the room behind her and her hands, wrapped in each other behind her back have begun to tremble.

The general she married leaned back against the door, looking her up and down with a smile of slow appreciation. "Well, you are mine now."

"I may be tied to you by state laws, but I am not yours", she spat.

"No", he smirked, "Not yet." He peels away from the doors, stepping closer. He takes off his black kefta, draping it on a chair. Beginning to unbutton his black, silk shirt, the General looked at her as if she were a caged bird meant for his amusement.

"There are some traditions for tonight", he took one step toward her as he hummed.

"Are you familiar with the word defenestration?" She raised her voice ever so slightly, refusing to step back in fright. He does not get to challenge her and win. Not now, not ever. She does not draw back in a fight, her father taught her so.

"No", he raised an eyebrow, unsure what she means.

"If you come anywhere close to me", she growled out, "I will make sure you find out first hand."

"Don't be so quick to dismiss a good time", he purred, coming closer.

"Oh please, my heel is bigger than your dick."

Raising his eyebrows, the Darkling nearly scoffed at her confidence in this matter. "How can you be so sure when you've never even seen it?"

"No man with anger like yours could ever have something in his pants worth my time."

"You are my wife, are you not?" He narrowed his eyes at her and she rolled hers in contempt.

"Unfortunately."

"Glad you're aware of it", he licks his lips, "Means we're on the same page."

"Same page? We're not even in the same book!"

Those eyes of hers, as fierce and unperturbed by anything he did, could swallow stars and galaxies and universes. As far as he's concerned, she did for he could see them all mirrored in the defiance she locked her gaze onto his with.

"This", he whispers aggressively. "You", he presses closer until his lips are but a faint inhale away from hers, "Are mine. He gazes down at her, gauging her reaction, his eyes burning.

"You're a demon", she speaks through gritted teeth. "I don't trust demons, I don't lay with demons", she pushed against his chest with both her hands, "All you do is destroy."

"I’d say the same thing about you, human."

Rolling her eyes at him, she refuses to relent. Her body is tense, her neck aching from looking up at his dark presence she would not bend before. She isn’t a horse to be broken, she’s a soldier, her father’s daughter.

“Why are you glaring at me?” He grumbled, his lips nearly brushing against hers and she noticed.

Her heart skipped a beat once she realized just how close he is, “I’m hoping you’ll combust spontaneously.”

Raising an eyebrow, a cold smile forms on his lips, “Ah, how cute. But you’re no Inferni.”

“I’m better”, she brought her knee up so swiftly he didn’t see it coming. As her knee collided right between his legs, Kirigan bent over, bellowing in pain.

“Don’t you know who I am?!” He growled with fury, struggling to straighten up. Forced to look up at the smug smile upon her lush, rosy lips, Kirigan never felt more enraged by a woman before.

“I do.” Shrugging, she sat at the bottom of the bed. “I just don’t fucking care. You don’t scare me.”

His gaze felt like fire, setting every inch of her skin aflame and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was hate or lust that burned so bright within him….within her. Either way, she knew she’d be teasing him like this every day if it meant he’d look at her like that. She always did like playing with fire, Inferni or not, and Kirigan just made himself an easy target.

On one knee, he gripped the sheets in an attempt to pull himself up, yet all he could do is groan and clutch his groin.

Gripping his chin, she locked her gaze on him with an unforgivable disobedience. “I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. I’m not a dutiful wife who desperately seeks your attention. I’m a general’s daughter. I was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips.” Turning his head to the door, she leans in and whispers in his ear. “And now you can leave while your manhood is still relatively untouched.”

“I could kill you for this”, the Darkling threatens, wishing he could wrap his hands around her pretty little neck and squeeze the resistance out of her along with her life.

“I’d like to see you try”, she sneered. Standing abruptly, she turned her back on him.

Sitting with his back against the doorframe, Darkling glared at her with burning passion – for vengeance, of course. While he assumed she’d be difficult, he didn’t presume her to be as strong-willed. A part of him was certain she’d cave once he turned on his charm, but she never allowed him to.

Noticing her hand movement, he quickly realized she’s unbuttoning her kefta as well. In seconds, his eyes widen as she slips the kefta off her shoulders and it falls to the floor. Nothing but a sheer gown hugs her body so tightly, the Darkling felt his breath stop in his throat.

Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes fixed on him, “Do you have no manners?”

She kept her eyes locked on his as she turned, opened her gown and slipped it from her shoulders, exposing her body to him. In his eyes appeared a mix of hunger and desire in such intensity that she was both excited and frightened.

“I’m the only one allowed to look at you, that’s a right you can’t strip me of.”

In time it takes for a heartbeat to echo in her ears, the Darkling stood before her. She took a shuddering breath as he gathered her into his embrace.

“Are you planning on forcing yourself onto me?” Y/N’s jaw clenched as her nostrils flare.

Pressing his lips together, his dark eyes narrow in disbelief, “Do you honestly believe me to be so evil?”

Speaking through gritted teeth, she remarks, “Yes.”

Nodding, her purses his lips. Raising his hands in mock surrender, Kirigan moves away from her. He straightens his back, finishing unbuttoning his shirt until the end – just before he lets it fall to the ground.

She swallows thickly, refusing to look anywhere below his chin. For a moment, she could have sworn a flash of hurt crossed his eyes, but she blamed the candlelight for the deceit. There is nothing good, nothing human in general Kirigan. He cannot feel hurt and she refused to let him past her defenses. She will not feel for him, she will not fall for him. He’s a task she had to manage, nothing more.

Unzipping his pants, he took the rest of his clothes off.

Her eyes flicker to his middle as he heads to the bed, realizing he’s wearing undergarments.

Relieved, Y/N opened the drawers, finding herself a proper nightgown to cover herself with. Once her body was no longer open to his view, she looked to him with pursed lips.

“I will not touch you”, he rolls his eyes, “But we are married. Might as well make the rest of the world believe the arrangement is somewhat functional.”

Looking at the door, she contemplated leaving. Sharing a bed with someone, anyone, was intimate. It required trust, love, a sense of safety and loyalty she certainly didn’t share with Kirigan.

“If you choose to leave, it will be all they talk about it the morning”, Darkling warns her and she huffs.

“If you lay a hand on me, I’ll be seeing you at the end of the altar once more. But in a casket during your funeral”, she glares at him and he can’t help but chuckle at her words.

He watched her settle in the bed, beside him. Placing a pillow between them seemed rather odd, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, he half expected her to make an attempt on his life on their wedding night. He still wasn’t sure she wouldn’t. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t do the same.

“Sweet dreams, wife”, he smiled as she blew out the candle and the darkness settled in. He always felt comfortable in the dark.

She never felt comfortable in darkness, but he’d never know. She would be brave from now on – she wouldn’t bend, break or bow to anyone.

“I hope your dreams are filled with Volcra”, she snapped before turning on her side, further away from him.

Eventually, despite her initial distrust for the man, Y/N fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. She shifted in her sleep, throwing her leg over Kirigan’s, her hair twisting round and round his arm.

But the Darkling did not fall asleep immediately. She moved against him and snuggled closer. Even though she wouldn’t come close to him awake, she reached for him in her sleep. She wanted him nearby and it drew a smile to his lips. Catching himself smiling, the Darkling sat up in distress.

She may be appealing, but he cannot get attached to her. Ever.

His heart beats loudly, deafening so, his mind unable to slow down even for a moment. How could he fall asleep when he knew this angel beside him was simply a devil in disguise?

She’s a human – daughter of his enemy. Once she serves her purpose, the Darkling knew what he had to do. Turning her back on her side, he fixes the pillow in the middle. She’s a human, fleeting, he’s eternal and he will not allow himself the weakness of caring for someone like her.

Just as his mind drifts, he feels an arm wrap around him and he tenses up, eyes opening wide. “Fuck.”

Tags: @kaqua​ @savannah-elliott​ @all-art-is-quite-useless​

PART 3

[leejeongz]

making out with cravity

request: Cravity heated making out kinda scenario? Idk just heated making out with Cravity legal line ofc, like hickeys and traveling hands👀 the whole 9 yards (if that's okay :) also love your writing ( ◜‿◝ )♡ ) - anon

🔅a/n: thank u so much for requesting! this took a while but i hope you like it :D and also thank u for saying that u love my writing ur so sweet omg 😭😭🔅

female reader- i’m sorry :(

serim:

⏾ he’s waiting to hear you moan, only then will his hand move from the back of your neck to elsewhere

⏾ there’s no telling where the next make out session will be. it changes every time and the surroundings do not matter, even if you’re in public he’s gonna grab your ass or slip his hand under your shirt while you sit on his lap, still keeping you decent to anyone who looks over

⏾ make outs are the perfect stress relievers for him, and so he appreciates you taking the lead sometimes. he gets super turned on by you pushing him against things, the wall, the bed, the back of the sofa, anything, then straddling him while he’s scrambling to get comfortable

⏾ you know this man wants something from you because his eyes give it away. they follow your every move. they follow your hands wherever they go on his body, they follow your lips when they move towards his, they’re so intimidating even if you’re not looking at them.

allen:

⏾ it starts off soft and stays that way for a while, his hand resting on the back of your neck, but the commitment to the kiss is a huge turn on to you both and results in things getting a little more heated after a while, his grip suddenly getting a little tighter, pulling you in almost

⏾ he gets anxious when you pull away from the kiss to admire him or just to breathe because he thinks he’s done something wrong even though that’s not the case at all

⏾ BITES YOUR LIP! he doesn’t do it often, only when he feels like taking the risk. he doesn’t like giving you hickeys so his way to “claim you” is to leave you with bitten lips :)

⏾ his weakness is when you take his tongue in your mouth and suck on it, almost how you would when you suck his dick. in the same way, he likes when you use his finger as if they’re his dick, whether than be in your mouth or in your hand.

jungmo:

⏾ we all know jungmo is cuddly so make out sessions more than likely started as a soft exchange of kisses that just grew hungrier the more your lips moved together

⏾ he likes it when you take the lead, when you climb on top of him while he’s lying in bed. he keeps his hands at your sides until he feels yours reach down to touch him through his pants, only then will his allow himself to touch your tits through your shirt or slide his hands to rest them on your ass

⏾ you can tell when he wants to kiss again, he’ll stare at your lips until you give in and give him what he wants. but he will also settle for you kissing his neck while his nails scratch lengths of your back in pleasure

⏾ you’re probably gonna think i’ve lost the plot here but often when hes feeling brave he will have you sitting on his lap facing away from him. he moves your hair out of the way and suddenly starts kissing your neck out of nowhere while pushing his knee up ;)

woobin:

⏾ “can i kiss you?” and with the confirmation that he can, his lips are attached to yours, sensual is the only word to describe the kiss.

⏾ although the does love kissing your lips, his favourite place to kiss to get things going is your neck. his breath alone on your neck is enough to turn you on, and he knows it.

⏾ he is actually one of the only members who likes to talk to you while making out with you. he spills his entire heart to you which just adds to the whole romantic vibe he’s created with you in that moment.

⏾ he hovers over and breathes onto your lips sometimes to tease you. you soon part your lips and allow him to latch back onto them.

⏾ a quick way to get him riled up is to unbutton some of his shirt buttons while your straddling him. he likes when you think you have control over him (you do but he doesn’t realise it lol) and a simple move like that would get him in the mood to throw you onto the bed and fuck you there and then for being so naughty.

wonjin:

⏾ intense make out sessions are usually the result of endless one way teasing throughout the day and are the other person's way of making them stop. wonjin soon grows wise to this and 100% takes advantage of this knowledge

⏾ his hands start on your cheeks, and soon slip down to your neck, his thumb rubbing circles against it, then finally to rest on your waist, and that’s just him being tame and polite

⏾ if he’s feeling like you need to be turned on more and wants things to go further, he grabs the back of one of your thighs and pulls it up the rest up against him. if your not in a position to do so, ie you’re sitting down, his hands are still gonna be on your thighs, squeezing them, leaving slight marks.

⏾ after the first kiss of the session, he aLWAYS pulls away and winks at you with a little giggle falling from his mouth, before going back in for another.

⏾ oH he loves leaving obvious hickeys on your neck (and chest), you’re his baby girl and he wants everyone to know that your taken. he also knows that your neck is one of your weak spots, so your reaction is always something that turns him on.

minhee:

⏾ very playful and bashful at first, but the kisses are far from being innocent. his head sometimes bumps into yours, but he doesn’t smile and laugh about it, instead using it as a chance to kiss you even deeper since he’s closer to you now

⏾ he likes when you sit next to him, his hands rest on your legs that he can feel are turning towards him more and more as the first kiss goes on. his hands then move to your hips when you stand up to sit on his lap, guiding you to straddle him.

⏾ from there, his hands subconsciously make their way up your shirt around the back and unhook your bra in a swift motion. his hands then move to the front to grab your boobs and squeeze them a little more aggressively than you expected, just to surprise you more.

hyeongjun:

⏾ hyeongjun definitely isn’t afraid of a bit of tongue action while kissing, so most intense kisses actually turn into heated make out sessions with him.

⏾ he loves when your hands are in his hair, being gentle but still pulling at it every now and again to get a better angle, especially when you go to kiss his jawline or neck

⏾ his hands don’t really do that much wandering, his usually stay stroking your back under your shirt or drawing small circles on your arms

⏾ sometimes he takes you by surprise and initiates the make out by grabbing your chin and pulling it toward him. he’ll smile at you all innocently before connecting his lips with yours. his heart would be beating so fast and he’d be bright red. he can’t help but pull back and stare at you for a moment in amazement.

[astralartefact]

A magical life in a magical school that nudges you to marry young, but hey, at least this one is LGBTQIA+ friendly! (It's a NieR Reincarnation Reference)

Happy Birthday, Drakengard 3! My favorite game about love and friendship!

Cheers on 8 years of not getting referenced in any related media apart from absurdly obscure references! But to be honest, I wouldn't have it any other way <3

Why do I keep making my drawings bigger... but, hey this time I even rendered it a little bit... (at least I can improve on one thing in particular until their 10th anniversary, I guess...)

Anyways, let me explain the references, if you want to search for them on your own all of the disciples and angels are referenced in the picture, but you probably can't even read half of them because no matter how big I make my files I always end up pixel art-ing the details... (I don't know what I'm doing wrong and at this point I'm too afraid to ask) At first the concept was drawing them as the original DoD3(/4) premise where the game was called DoD4 and they were school girls with dragon phones that had to figure out what happened with DoD3 (Still mad we're never going to get that... That's such a good idea...) But then I thought what if NieR Reincarnation magic school so I did that instead! (Btw, fuck JKR, we have our own now and it has a lesbian)

I imagined they weren't actually sisters in this AU (at least not all of them, Zero, One and Brother One are siblings) and ended up as a weird friend group... But I will explain my thoughts along the way

Let's start with my favorite, Three Drakengard 3

I didn't want to draw her as sleeping again, because "Three is the sleepy one" is tired (please laugh) and her being passionate about her creations is what made me fall in love with her, so instead I made her excitedly present a weirdly specific bug book to Four, because for some reason this Four is always sitting around invested in an encyclopedia about bugs...

The books are references to the not-dragon angels, while the dragon angels are their pencil cases. (Three's is Dick Dragon Ezrael) I thought Octa would be a Professor at the school that looks out for Three because she doesn't have friends (The note on her notebook reads "You forgot this in my office -Octa")

Since most of the book covers are tilted/partially covered here they are in normal

(Abdiel is One's Golem, Galgaliel is Five's undead minions and Armisael are Three's doll babies)

Anyways on to my favorite intoner, Four Drakengard 3 (slight NSFW warning lol)

I thought it would be funny and in-character if Four took a random book to hide her phone (it's funny because it's medieval but she has a phone) to look at... pictures (because she's secretly just as perverted as five), but then somebody (three) approached her because she wants to talk about their shared interest and Four has to go with it or somebody would find out she's looking at... pictures (I later changed where she was looking for a reason I will explain later)

Symmachia is a random kind of butterfly (I noticed that if I called it "Armaros Butterfly" it wouldn't fit the placement of the page in the book...)

On her phone is a picture of Decadus (@ DecaDentalwork) sucking Dito (@ DeezToes)'s Toes. Because I thought it would be funny. (I know, I'm hilarious.) (I colored them their intoner's colors so you could tell better (didn't work) but maybe this Decadus is an Orc, who knows)

On to my favorite intoner, Five

(She's supposed to be sucking(?) on the joint of her finger, not her fingertip, but angles are hard)

Problematic Bisexual Five is drawing... loving depictions of One and Zero in Four's notebook. (It resembles the art from Saryu's Story in Reincarnation)

According to the DLC notes she's also secretly deep and philosophical so I gave her intelectual books like Crime & Punishment and Brave New World (I won't explain this part of the reference, but I'm also the only one who will get it) (One day I will be daring enough to explain it... but that time won't be now)

She doesn't have a dragon, but she has Phanuel who's holding the legendary meat of legend. I also gave Four's Zophiel a slight color redesign to make Zophi distinct from Gabriella.

On to Two

I have been informed that I also have to refer to Two as my favorite now... but I can't tell you why yet (If you know you know) (Which is also the reason why I won't explain half of these references)

Her pencil case is Raphael (but cute), she doodled an Egregori and she loooooves Cent. They don't have a good ship name (she's furious and is thinking about changing her name just because of this)

Anyways, on to my favorite intoners, One and Zero and everyone's good boy Mikhail is there as well!

There was no reason to keep Zero's flower, but I thought it would be cool to reference it by giving her an artificial eye. (She's trying to pretend that the one that functions and the other one are switched, but One is too smart and remembers) (okay, the real reason is that I wanted there to be a chain of people looking at each other so no matter at who you start you are then lead to another person next (two is pointing instead)) (and then I thought "But if Zero has a flower eye/eye patch you can't see where she's looking" so how about an artificial eye) (but how would you even know that it's artificial without making it look weird) (and then I thought it would be funny if Zero did something to upset One while looking really innocent in the picture) (and that's how we ended up here)

Her notes convo with One: One: Zero, I know this is your working eye, stop copying my homework Zero: Fuck, it worked with Four - But I heard you're marrying our brother? One: of course not, who told you that Zero: F- (The marrying thing is a reference to Saryu's story in Reincarnation (which is the Magic School Story) (Also the brother is Brother One))

The Angelic Script should be decipherable (they write with it in Saryu's Story so I thought their homework should be written with it too) but I won't make you do it:

One: This is how I conclude that the masked bean man known as Yoko Taro cannot be trusted

Zero: lol One you think way too much about this shit dont you know that he said once that he just liked girls

Anyways, moving on to...

Our favorite canonically trans dragon Gabriella <3 Her design is based on One's DLC story book!

In the book behind her are a mysterious individual and Accord is there as well.

Anyway that should be all... This took me way too long... But for my favorite game of all time, that's fine... I hope you like it!

also fuck hands