#please do watch it it's so good it's such a feel good musical

[urmum-lovesme]

Can you right more of toxic!rafe x toxic!reader please. The first one was so good

more Toxic!Rafe Cameron and Toxic!Reader. . . say less

Rafe's Rover was parked somewhere off the far side of the Cut, deep between the trees far enough from prying eyes but still close enough that the sound of nearby waves carries through the cracked windows. The scent of weed lingers thick in the air, mixing with the familiar scent of the cars air-freshener. Smoke floats around them, illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard lights. Y/N leans her head back against the seat, letting out a slow, drawn-out exhale, a white cloud curling above her. 

“You’re a bad influence.”

“You’re acting like you didn’t ask for this.”

Rafe, reclined in the driver’s seat, lazily flicks ash down into the Diet Coke can she'd brought in with her, now long empty.  Y/N tilts her head toward him, her eyes half-lidded. 

“I didn’t ask to get this high. . . can't feel m'legs”

“That’s the point.”

Rafe chuckles, passing the joint back to her. She takes it between her fingers, bringing it to her lips and inhaling slowly. The burn is familiar, comforting even, but everything feels heavier, slower. The song playing through the car speakers- some crappy frat boy music Rafe switched on- feels like it’s vibrating in her bones. He watches her, his gaze lingering too long. She exhales the smoke in his direction, eyes meeting his through the haze. 

“What?”

“You look good like that.”

Rafe shrugs, amusement flickering in his darkened gaze. Y/N scoffs, but the lazy grin tugging at her lips betrays her. 

“You’re so fucking predictable.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that mean?”

Rafe shifts in his seat, tilting his head slightly. Y/N hums, tapping her fingers against her bare thigh, her sock-clad feet resting on the dash of the car. He'd always scold her when she did that, calling her spoilt, sometimes his hand coming out to drag her feet to the floor; but she never listened to him because who was he to tell her what to do?

“Means I know exactly how this is gonna go. You’re gonna get cocky, say some stupid shit n' piss me off”

“Nah. You’re wrong.”

Rafe takes the joint from her resting it between his fingers before speaking, his voice lower now. She raises an eyebrow at his disagreement. 

“Oh? Enlighten me then.”

Rafe exhales, smoke trailing between them like a ghost as he places the joint down onto the can in the cup holder and leans over slightly, his forearm resting on the armrest between them. 

“We’re gonna sit here, finish this, and then…” He glances over at her lips briefly before looking back up to her eyes. 

“You’re gonna get all clingy n'whiny and start touching me.”

“Fuck you Cameron.”

Y/N lets out a laugh, shoving his arm and Rafe grins, but he catches her wrist, holding it between his fingers as he turns to face her fully. Y/N doesn’t pull away, just tilts her head, challenging.

“I’m right though.”

“You think you know me so well.”

“I do.”

He responded as his grip tightened just slightly. The air shifts, tension thick between them. The weed only amplifies it- the way time seems to stretch, the way the world outside the car feels insignificant compared to whatever this is between them. His other hand lifts the joint to his lips, taking a slow drag. It’s burning close to the end now, the paper crackling slightly as the embers glow red. Y/N watches him, eyes heavy-lidded, her lips parting slightly. 

“You gonna finish that by yourself?”

Rafe exhales slowly through his nose, shaking his head to himself with a quiet chuckle. Of course she’d say that. She always does this-pushes just enough to get under his skin.

Spoilt princess

Without a word, he takes another hit, deeper this time, letting the smoke sit in his lungs. Then, before she can say anything else, his free hand finds her jaw, fingers pressing into her skin as he pulls her closer. His lips brush against hers- barely, just enough for her to feel how warm he is, how intoxicatingly close. Y/N doesn’t move away, doesn’t even think to. Instead, she parts her lips just slightly, and that’s all Rafe needs. He exhales slow, deliberate, pushing the smoke into her mouth, their breaths tangling, heavy and heady. Her lashes flutter, her fingers wrapping around his wrist as she inhales, taking it in, her body buzzing with the mix of weed and him. Rafe doesn’t pull back right away. His lips hover near hers, close enough that she can feel the smirk tugging at his mouth. 

“Happy now, brat?” 

His voice is low, teasing, dripping with something heavier. Y/N exhales softly, the last remnants of the smoke slipping past her lips. Her head feels light, her body warm, and his words send a shiver down her spine. But she doesn’t let it show. Not yet. Instead, she tilts her head, looking at him

“Almost.”

Rafe raises a brow, his thumb still resting against her jaw, pressing just slightly. His thumb glides across her skin before it tugs against her lower lip, tugging it down teasing her like he always does.

Like he knows he can.

Y/N’s breath hitches for a fraction of a second, but she covers it well, her gaze flicking up to meet his through her lashes. Slow, deliberate. She leans in, close enough for her lips to ghost over his, for their breaths to mix in the muggy air of the car. But she doesn’t kiss him. She just breathes in like she’s savouring him, stretching the tension between them just enough to make it unbearable.

Her hand drags down his arm slow and lazy, her nails skimming his skin before trailing lower- over his ribs, the plane of his abs, until her fingers graze his belt buckle.

And that’s where they stop.

Resting there.

Waiting.

Rafe watches her, his smirk growing sharper, his grip on her jaw never faltering. He exhales through his nose, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s holding back an amused grin.

"Told you I was right."

[moonchild9350]

Pillowtalk

pairing: felix x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, angst, smut-18+MDNI

word count: 1.0k

warnings: oral (m), cum swallowing, gagging, p in v penetration, creampie, breeding, mentions of infidelity, use of term whore, mention of breakup, implied pregnancy (conception), toxic relationship

notes: little lixie drabble heh. Inspired by Pillowtalk by Zayn

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost elsewhere without my permission. ©️moonchild9350 (2025)

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This is it, tonight it all ends Felix struggles with this phrase, his heart hammering in his chest and saliva pooling in his mouth. It’s difficult to swallow and he’s sweating bullets understanding that this will be the hardest task he’s had to do all week.

He watches you saunter over, a smirk on your face as you crawl on the bed toward him. No he thinks, don’t give me that look. Not the look of love and absolute devotion but instead one of want, need, and pure lust. Tonight it all ends…tonight it all…tonight…tonight… What is it he’s supposed to do?

He is distracted as you wrap your pretty little pink lips around his cock and begin to suck. You lick under the head and press your tongue against the slit, moaning as you taste the precum that is leaking out just for you…always just for you. Felix struggles to focus, vaguely remembering he was supposed to do something, say something, do…. But he forgets it all once more as you take him all the way, his cock hitting the back of your warm and wet throat and you let out a little sound, a mixture between a groan and gag.

He doesn’t want to look at you, knowing he’s a goner if he does, but he is weak and what harm could it do as you take him again and again in your tiny mouth. His eyes drift down to your beautiful face, one he once thought was angelic and he about comes then and there. You are an absolute wreck with tears streaming down your face and saliva dripping out and down the side of your mouth, leaking into onto your hand which aids you as you bob up and down on his cock.

The sight is one he loves and wants engraved into his brain, a memory he doesn’t want to forget. His body jerks off the bed as you take his balls in one hand and squeeze while suckling the tip, pressing your tongue into his slit over and over until he’s gripping your head just to hold it down as he lets out a guttural groan and shoots his load down your throat.

He holds you there as he thrusts into your mouth, making sure to milk every last drop of cum that he can give you. Felix loves that you take it like the good girl you are, that you swallow every last drop, not wanting to waste anything of what he gives you. As he relaxes against the pillow and breathes deeply, he feels the bed dip down as you lay next to him, giggling in a way that is music to his ears.

And for a moment, everything is well…that is until you ask him “why do you hate me?”

Felix is stunned. He doesn’t know what to say as he is being falsely accused as he always is these days. He is about to voice so when you cut him off and start shouting, getting more enraged by the second.

That’s right, Felix remembers now. It’s all supposed to end tonight, for him to be free of you for good. However, arguments and rage has never been resolved as it should be between you two but instead a catalyst, fuel to a fire that is waiting to spread out of control and burn everything in its path.

You shout and scream and hit his chest and before he knows it you're begging him to take you, fuck you, treat you like one of his whores that you are sure he has on the side.

Felix is angry, he is furious that you’d think he could share his love with anyone but you. He is enraged that he can’t even get a chance to explain.

Suddenly he gets up and roughly maneuvers you on your back, sliding your legs to your chest and spreading them wide, displaying your sopping wet pussy for his viewing pleasure. He sheaths his cock within your heat and fucks you at a fast pace, not giving you the option of easing into the stretch. Your shrieks and whines egg him on, fueling his own little fire that is now burning out of control.

He presses your legs harder against your chest and leans forward, caging you beneath him. It’s not enough however and he throws your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to hit that spot that makes you squirm under his touch and call out his name.

He keeps his eyes on your face, taking pleasure in your fucked out expression, how you’re eating your words as he fucks you like the nobody you want to be. The sight sends shockwaves of pleasure down his abdomen and straight to his cock, causing it to twitch in your wet pussy.

As he feels his orgasm building, he catches your eye and you smirk, trying not to give into the pleasure that he knows is steadily building within you. He’s puzzled briefly until you open your mouth and utter the sentence that makes him come undone.

“Breed me full baby,” you coo, your eyes on his face as he releases for the second time tonight, this time deep within your pussy.

Your eyes are trained on him as he fills you up, as if you can look into his soul, to the very fiber of his being. As he comes down from his high it dawns on him protection wasn’t used and you are too giddy for this mishap. His cock twitches within you at the thought but only briefly, his face falling in realization.

He watches as you sneak a hand between your legs and place it on your clit, giving it a few circles until you come, your walls pulsating around Felix’s cock that is still buried within you.

You push him off of you and he lays down, staring at the ceiling.

“You’re mine forever, don’t you forget that,” you mumble as you get up to go to the bathroom.

It was supposed to all end tonight, that’s what Felix thought.

But afterall, it’s all pillowtalk…"[his] enemy and ally".

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[with-my-calamitous-love]

for all of my pretty / and all of my ugly too 𖤓

s. todoroki x reader

・❥・you pick him up after therapy. y/a! shouto, angst/comfort, mentions of (his) trauma, depression, medication, etc.

for everyone who has sat in the waiting room for someone else. we love you 🤍

✎ i don’t claim to be an expert on therapy sessions or anything of the sort- just someone who has been to a lot of therapy and intensive care and who wanted to write about it <3

song: pov

normally, he’s used to waiting.

he’s waiting to catch a glimpse of his siblings outside, watching from a window two floors above, knowing that watching is the best he’ll get. or waiting behind white sterile walls before entering his mothers hospital room, awaiting that flicker of hurt in her grey eyes when he steps in. he’s spent years of his life waiting for heroes that never come, because heroes start to take too long when your father was supposed to be one of them.

he’s never usually the one being waited on. always waiting for good news with a burning feeling in his gut, wondering if he is waiting on something that may never cone true. he’s never the one in the clinic, always in the waiting room, until now, that is.

he takes a deep breath as soon as the door shuts behind him. he makes a mental checklist in his head: refill his prescription. call his mother, and fuyumi and natsuo if he has the time. maybe call in sick the next day, if that pit in his chest still aches.

his entire appointment, he had been silently waiting for that crushing feeling of stepping out of the doctors office, feeling a strange yet potent mixture of relief and emptiness. this was good, it was improvement. but shouto was beginning to learn that healing emotionally doesn’t always feel good. a lot of things in his life seemed the same way.

the dull ache in his heart dissipates when he sees you stand up upon seeing him.

his face lights up like a kid, walking over to you and hugging you. he’s never been one for overly-affectionate greetings, but it seems he’s needed this more than you.

“hi.” you laugh, hugging him back. “nice to see you too.”

“really nice.” he affirms, placing a kiss on your head.

there was something so magical about shouto now, in his 20s. you had fallen in love with him in your teenage years, when he was still learning and still growing. now, he was stronger, more refined, calmer. the wisdom he carried was something bittersweet. it was something that made you fall in love with him, and something he had as a result of growing up faster than he should have.

still, age loved him enough to not change but simply refine his already handsome looks, like varnish to a painting.

“how was your appointment?”

theres a little pinch in his stomach when you ask that.

good, he wants to say. i’m doing so much better like i should be doing. i’m definitely not still struggling.

instead, he simply takes your car keys from you.

“aren’t i the one picking you up?” you ask, hand intertwining with his as you walk him out of the building.

“yes, but i’m here now.” he smiles. what a gentleman.

✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.* ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ✧.* ✧.*

shouto also drives like a gentleman, and it makes your heart throb.

he has one firm hand on the steering wheel, blue and grey eyes focused on the road. every now and then, he’ll look to you, humming along happily to the music. his other hand is placed over your thigh while you absentmindedly play with his slim fingers.

“you sure you can drive with one hand?” you smile, knowing its a rhetorical question, knowing that shouto would drive through snow storms with one eye covered to keep you safe and sound in the passenger seat.

“please.” he smiles, a hint of cockiness in his lips. “i got my license as soon as i turned 16.”

“shouto, most people get their license at 16.” you laugh a little at his obliviousness. though, it does occur to you that he might not have the greatest recollection of what a normal boy does and doesn’t at 16 years old.

he seems to realize that, too. so you shift the conversation away subtly: “wheres the first place you drove to on your own?”

its just mundane small talk, filling the silence of the car. but shouto does think, taking everything you say to heart. he knows the answer, he just hesitates before verbalizing it.

“my mom. she was still in the hospital at the time.” he says after a beat. “…she was really proud of me.” he adds, because he knows it’ll make you smile.

“you deserve that, you know.” you squeeze his hand. “to feel like people are proud of you. you’ve been through so much shit and its made you stronger. but that doesn’t mean you deserved what happened to you. you deserved to just… be a kid.”

because its true. because yes, it was the hell he endured that made him resilient and kind. its the lack of love he felt that made him love you tenfold. but that doesn’t mean he didn’t deserve better.

and shouto knows that, too. wondering if there was another world out there where he was simply the youngest todoroki, coming home after a long day of school. he’d get math help from fuyumi after dinner and play soccer with natsuo out in the yard. and when the nightmares would creep into his head, he’d crawl into bed with his oldest brother, who would pretend to act annoyed but then pull the blanket over the both of them.

he could dream about it.

“thank you.” shouto squeezes your hand back. he’s at that familiar loss for words you know in him all too well.

he feels guilty about the awkwardness of the moment. he’s still getting used to receiving, and to people in his life sticking around even through the hardest moments of his life. what he does know is that he loves you, even though he’s scared. and that slowly, you make him want to be grateful for himself.

“you see yourself and you see someone who you haven’t always liked, or haven’t always been proud of.” you start, catching a glimpse of the mist forming in his eyes at your words.

“but when i see you… i just see someone who deserves all these good things. someone i love. i just wish you could love yourself how i love you.”

he chokes up at that.

“me too, [y/n].” his voice is a shaky whisper.

somehow, you seem to know him better than he knows himself. its only you who can touch his soul from the outside, see him for all his pride and ego, for all his flaws and pains and aches and love him fiercely anyway. he isn’t sure how and he’s terrified of losing it.

“are you crying?”

“no, no, i’m not-“

“shouto-“

“okay yes, i’m sorry. i teared up.”

he’s laser focused on the road now, knowing he can’t look away, but knowing your eyes are on him.

“no, uhm. you almost ran a red light.” you clarify.

he blinks, looking up and realizing that he had almost broken a traffic law. so much for good driving.

“guess i did.” he speaks to break the silence, but doesn’t actually know what to add. the tears on his face seem more like an afterthought now.

a few more beats of quiet pass, before its interrupted by a slip of laughter from you.

he sighs in relief, hearing it.

“sorry, love.” he smiles sheepishly. “i got distracted.”

you tell him it’s okay, because you know that if anything were to happen to you, he’d never forgive himself.

he’s slowly thawing. parts of him still frozen but slowly falling for you more and more each day. he doesn’t want to keep you waiting, holding onto all his baggage and all his doubts. for all his life, he’s been hurt by those who were meant to nurture him. but now, he knows his eyes won’t deceive him.

[the-fiction-witch]

Little Nypmh

Media - EPIC The Musical Saga Character - Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca Couple - Telemachus X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 17+ Word Count - 1008

Not 100% on who made the Telemachus art I used this time, if someone knows please let me know cause I am not sure.

Telemachus stood on the small ship's deck watching as the island came into view. It was only a short trip to have a diplomatic meeting with the king of a neighbouring island, but it still made him feel rather guilty. He never liked to leave his mother alone in the palace, but he had left his best men to guard it. Nor did he like leaving Argos, but he knew the older dog could take care of himself. In years past kings and lords knew the situation of Ithaca, so when discussions were needed they all visited Ithaca. But the older Telemachus had gotten, and the more responsibilities he had to take on, the more of these trips he had to do.

The ship soon came to the stone docks and there Telemachus was met by a commander, who stood by the docks in a long purple robe, with his sword at his side.

“Prince Telemachus Of Ithaca,” He greeted arms open as he stepped closer, “A pleasure to see you again,”

Telemachus shook the man’s hand, “Greetings Lord Commander.”

“I trust your journey was fast and eventless?”

“Yes, by the gods.” He nodded, “Do you know what it is the king wishes to discuss?”

“You’re guess is as good as mine,”

The lord commander led Telemachus through the imposing gates of the palace. They arrived at a small guest suite. With a fire burning, a bed made ready and a balcony with views across the vast water. The curtain’s softly billowing in the breeze.

“The king will summon you when he is ready,”

“Yes, of course. Thank you, Lord Commander.”

“You are welcome, My prince.” He bowed before leaving the suite to attend to other business.

Telemachus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, he had some food and wine to clear his mind. He wanted to sleep but he knew the king had a habit of demanding meetings at strange times and getting angry when the summons didn’t immediately appear to his audience. So he just took a seat on the bed to try and clear his mind.

“Tehe he he he…” A little giggle caught his attention,

He raised an eyebrow and looked around the room trying to find the source of the sound.

“Hee he he he…” Another little giggle came from the balcony,

Telemachus slowly went out onto the balcony glancing around the pillars, until he caught the mysterious giggler.

A girl had her head poked around the pillar but when she saw him she hid behind the pillar,

He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step closer, “Hello? You can come out… Come on? I won’t bite,” he chuckled,

She slowly leaned her head out, a long bubble braid of hair held with silver jewellery hung down almost to her feet,

He smiled and leant on the stone, “Hi,”

“Hi.” she giggled,

“And who might you be?”

“Y/n.” she giggled,

“Y/n?” He smirked, “And why are you doing on my balcony, Miss Y/n?”

“I wanted to see if the prince was handsome,”

“Oh?” He laughed, “And is he?”

She nodded excitedly,

“You’re sweet,” he smiled, “But come on, you need to let me see you so I can tell if you’re beautiful too?”

Juinie giggled and happily came out from behind the pillar revealing her body draped by a thin blue and lilac dress with silver jewellery,

Telemachus couldn’t help but smile, admiring her. “I was right, very beautiful,” he softly took her hand to help her down with him where he slowly wrapped his arms around her,

She giggled and happily pushed her body up against his,

“You are very sweet, very beautiful too… and trouble,” he smirked his eyes running over her and slowly his hands slid across her dress,

She giggled and nuzzled her head under his chin,

“Ohh you’re definitely trouble,” He smirked as he tightened his arms around her and picked her up,

She playfully squealed and giggled as he carried her inside and sat down on the bed pulling her onto his lap,

He tightened his grip on her to keep her close running his hands slowly across her body through her thin dress peppering her skin with little kisses, “Humm, such a sweet little nymph.” he smirked his hands sliding down to her thighs, his hand squeezing her thigh hard, inhaling her sweet scent, making little effort to hide the excitement she was causing below his Chlamys, “What’s the matter my little nymph? Aren’t you used to men having this effect on you?”

“Most boys don’t get to see me.” she giggled,

“No? I must be very lucky then,” he smirked massaging her thighs as he pushed up her dress, “Or all the men here are fools not to see how perfect you are,”

Y/n squealed playfully but wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss,

Telemachus returned the kiss pulling her hard against his body as they kissed, their hands exploring one another impatiently,

But just before he could begin unlacing her dress-

“Prince Telemachus, Our king is ready for his audience with you!” A man called from beyond the door,

Telemachus groaned as he pulled back enough to speak, “Ughh- Yes! Thank you. I’ll be there in a moment,” He softly pushed Y/n off his lap and onto the bed, he got to his feet and adjusted himself so it was less obvious he was so hard below his clothes, “Duty calls my sweet,”

She playfully pouted as she lay on the bed purposely tormenting him,

He chuckled, “Do not be cruel to your poor prince,” He told her leaning down to kiss her again, “I won’t be long. Stay out of trouble till I get back, my little nymph,” He said before he headed for the door, but he had to turn back and look at her one more time,

She playfully waved and blew him a kiss,

He chuckled back and blew her a kiss too, “Wait there for me Y/n.” He winked before he left to go and meet with the king.

[lagunz]

𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 ₊˚⊹ ❥

w! mdni ❧

forced masturbation. you always get what you want.

it started off innocently.

izzy had been out the whole afternoon at a rehearsal space down at the troubadour. you knew that dating izzy would come with the disadvantage of him being absent most of the time from your shared apartment due to his career in music.

i mean, he was currently in the #1 most up and coming bands of 1986. that comes with a lot of responsibilities.

as he finally arrived home that evening, you greeted him with a warm, sweet smile. your intentions weren't so sweet tho.

you had been so worked up from the moment you woke up. you had been waiting all day for your boyfriend to come home to please you as you needed.

he would be happy to do so on a normal day. he was just extremely drained from that evening's rehearsal. axl yelled, duff rambled, steven toppled over his drum set- the usual.

all of these had sucked the energy from your poor boyfriend but of course, you didn't know that. he never expresses his tiredness. he just takes it out on music... or you.

as he shuffles upstairs with his heavy shoulders, you follow. you both enter your room and he gets out of his clothes, into some fresh ones. you watch with a slight predatory gaze from your shared bed.

he collapses in bed in his change of clothes, body language reaking of pure exhaustion. this didn't sway your needs for him tho.

you carefully take off your hoodie and are left in a little tight white tank top. your beady eyes were glued onto izzy. this normally indicated to him that you wanted to play.

he took one look at you- a tired one, and closed his eyes again. not making a single move.

a soft whine came from your vocal chords. "baby?" you spoke quietly. maybe he missed the hint.

a gritty sigh was heard from your boyfriend as he looked at you, he was clearly not on the same page.

"please..." you spoke, almost involuntarily.

his brows furrowed as his hand came up to rub at his eyes. he reached over to his bedside table and lit a cigarette with a match. izzy could be quite moody when he was tired. you watched as he puffed smoke into the still air.

"not tonight babe." his low voice rung out. your eyes watered slightly. you needed something... you had waited all day like such a good girl.

"but... but... please? izzy..." you eyed him, your thighs slightly spreading already as you sat on your legs, body positioned to his view.

he took a long drag, letting the nicotine burn his lungs and scratch his throat.

"i said not tonight." his dominant tone crept out slightly and it made you want to cry.

"pleas-"

he glared this time. you just keep pushing his buttons, disrespecting the boundaries.

"you have hands, don't you? touch yourself." he spoke out, putting out his cigarette on the ashtray next to his side with a little force.

what? fuck.

"but... it's not the same..!" you tried. your heart rate was starting to pick up at the thought of not getting what you wanted tonight. after waiting... and waiting...

"tough."

tough? tough??

a whimper escaped from your throat as you looked down to your lap. you knew he was sticking to his answer... you were so desperate tho. you'd have to take the bare minimum.

your shaky hand reaches down in between your thighs, down your panties. your watery eyes flicker between your own knuckles and izzy. he was watching with tired eyes, a blank, bored expression.

the humiliation would kill you before your desperation but hey, fuck it. you needed to come tonight.

your fingers rubbed gentle circles into your clitoris, up and down your vulva. it had been a while since you had to resort to this option, izzy normally touched you whenever you wanted.

your hand slowly increased in speed and pressure as you realise; it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel as good as his fingers do.

a frustrated, quiet cry erupts from your throat as you try and try...

you look at him with some tears dripping down your pretty cheeks. your face is flushed red and eyes anguished.

he watches; with no intent to help get you off.

you're left desperately pawing at your clitoris as your hand is like a foreign thing, it doesn't give you the same spark it once did.

suddenly, your hand is shoved away and big fingers are teasing at your clit instead. you moan out in pleasure as you finally get what you wanted tonight. you always ended up getting what you wanted.

he pumps you through your orgasm as heat makes your abdomen clench, your walls around his fingers soaking him wet.

you're left sobbing and spluttering as everything passes by in a blur. he wipes you dry and kisses you better.

[lilithschosen]

hey…. can i pretty please get some top agatha with a breeding kink? I’ll venmo u $69,000

baby, keep your money and buy something nice. i'll do it for free 😌🤌

Rio hums quietly to the music playing through her phone speakers while she scrubs the dishes. She rinses the plate she was actively cleaning, transitioning it to rest in the drying rack next to her. She reaches for the last plate in the sink before she feels hands at her waist.

"You look so good all domestic," Agatha breathes out. Her fingers slip under the waistband of Rio's shorts. "Kinda makes me wish I could put a baby in you."

Rio smirks, looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend. She feels Agatha step closer, pressing her crotch into her ass with the familiar feeling of a bulge between her legs.

"Oh?"

Agatha nods, nudging Rio's ponytail to the other shoulder as she kisses behind her ear before taking her lobe between her teeth and tugging at it. Rio gasps lightly, grinding her hips back into the bulge.

"Maybe you should try anyway," Rio rasps, hands gripping the sink counter. "Bend me over right here and breed me right."

Agatha snarls in her ear, immediately yanking down Rio's underwear and shorts without a second thought. She grinds into her now naked ass, hands bending her at her hips until she's arched over the sink.

"Imagine it," Agatha's voice like honey, having Rio hanging off every word while her hands roam her backside then dip between her legs. "A house filled with little ones that look just like you. Maybe my eyes, your nose. Your smile."

Agatha spreads her folds with a hand, expertly pressing the pad of her thumb against Rio's clit as she rubs against it. Rio bucks back again, gasping a moan once she feels Agatha's mouth on her clothed shoulder.

"Gonna make sure to fill you with my cum until it's the only thing you can feel."

Rio whimpers, nodding. Agatha draws her other hand back, moving her pants down to her knees as the toy falls free. It pokes Rio against her ass cheek and she jumps from it, looking back again to see it with a familiar plunger and tubing attached to the base.

Rio groans, "You're prepared, huh. This all you could think about?"

"Like I said," Agatha chuckles under her breath as she wraps her free hand around her toy and pumps it up the length. "There's something about domesticating Agent Rio Vidal that makes me so fucking hard."

Rio licks her lips, watching Agatha work the toy in her hand while simultaneously rubbing her clit. She whimpers, bending further over the counter and lifting her hips. Agatha's hand slides from her clit toward her entrance, swirling her fingers against it to gather her arousal before pulling away entirely.

Rio frowns, grumbling at the loss of contact. Agatha smears the wetness against the tip of the toy before gripping her hip again. She guides the toy to Rio's wanting cunt and taps the tip against her. The sound of silicone meeting her slick with a wet smack has Rio jerking her hips back.

"Beg for it."

Rio's eyes widen as her head snaps forward.

"Please, daddy," she whines, hips rolling into the toy. "Need you to fuck me, to fill me. Need you to breed me so bad."

Agatha's lips pull back, showing nothing but pearly white teeth. She teases the tip into her pussy, stretching Rio's walls to fit it around the thickest part of the toy. Rio mewls out a moan at the feel of it, raising her hips more to help ease the toy in.

"That's my girl."

Agatha slips the toy in half way with a partial thrust, imagining how tight and warm Rio would feel around it if the toy was real. She groans, biting her lip while she sheaths the rest of the length in. Rio hisses, reaching behind her to grip Agatha's ass to pull her closer.

Agatha layers herself over Rio's hunched position, both of them now bent over the kitchen counter. She pants in Rio's ear, grinning. She grabs at Rio's hand on her backside, pulling it off, and places it on the counter edge before patting it and kissing her on the neck.

"Hold tight."

She draws the toy out fully, running the tip up her slit before bottoming out with a forceful thrust that fills her in one motion. Rio moans in surprise, knuckles turning white as she grips the countertop to brace herself. Agatha thrusts in again, the harness and whatever bare skin she has exposed slapping into Rio's.

The plastic plunger filled with the silky white lubricant taps at her thigh with her thrusts, reminding her that it's still there and ready to fire whenever she needs it. Her fingers itch to press it, to release her cum into Rio's cunt, but she holds back. Instead, her fingertips bite into Rio's hip bones and she fucks into her hard. As she rocks forward, she sends Rio forward too.

"Fuck, you're so deep," Rio manages to say through her noises. The tip of the toy jabs at her cervix each time Agatha is buried inside of her, and she rocks back into it to make sure she takes the entire length. "You're so big, daddy."

Agatha smirks, hand lifting from Rio's hips to slap her ass. "Only the best for my girl."

Rio groans, bouncing on the strap to meet Agatha's thrusts. She sees stars each time her eyes close, feeling how Agatha fills and empties her fully from just the toy alone. She salivates at the thought of Agatha cumming inside of her, the drool dribbling out of her partially opened mouth while Agatha ruins her.

"Should always fuck you like this," Agatha pants, "When you're doing chores, cooking. As a thank you for being my good little housewife."

Rio nods, babbling in agreement. Her walls tighten around the toy, lifting up on her hands while Agatha keeps up her pace. She tenses, breathing steadily through her clenched jaw.

"I'm so close, daddy," she whines, "Breed me, please. I need it."

Agatha's hand slips from Rio's hips without missing a beat and grabs the syringe at her side. She holds her thumb against the plunger, waiting until the right moment to finally release the lube into Rio's needy cunt.

"Gonna fuck it into you," Agatha grins, "Gonna make sure you feel it, feel me. Keep it inside for it to stick, and if it doesn't I'll just have to keep trying."

Rio chokes a moan as she orgasms. She tries to rock back still, keeping with Agatha's pace until her hips jerk and snap off beat. Agatha presses down on the plunger, spilling the cum lube into Rio's pussy and keeps fucking her. Rio's wailing of pleasure brings Agatha to her own orgasm with one final thrust, keeping the toy deep to avoid any of the lubricant from leaking out.

She manages to stay upright, lip curling as she ruts her hips into the harness but doesn't pull the toy away from Rio. She makes a mess in her boxers, but pretends she managed to shoot her load into Rio instead.

With a slow and steady inhale, Agatha looks down between the two of them to see the pearlescent lube bubbling out around the shaft of the silicone cock. She licks her lips hungrily at it, thrusting the toy in and out slowly to watch more of it dribble out.

Rio mewls quietly, spent from her intense orgasm, but manages to roll her hips backwards half-heartedly. Agatha shushes her, patting her hip to wordlessly tell her she didn't need to do anything.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Agatha muses, hypnotized by the cum spilling from Rio, "And so fucking beautiful filled by me."

Rio grumbles under her breath, head resting on her forearm as she slumps over the sink. She lets Agatha pump into her, enjoying the gentle sensation of it before Agatha pulls out entirely.

The lube bubbles out, spilling down her thigh in a delicious, obscene fashion. Agatha steps back to watch it with Rio's ass perfectly on display.

"Not sure if I'm done with you yet, hon," Agatha says, running her tongue over her teeth. She lifts up on the balls of her feet, reaching over Rio's body to open a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of the cum lube. "Wanna make sure you're truly bred by me."

Rio hears the bottle popping open and whimpers, looking over her shoulder to watch as Agatha refills the syringe.

"Give me all you've got, daddy. Make it count."

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, Top Form. I've had a bad week. Please be the glorious sexy mess that I hope you are.

I am so happy Smart is back!

He was my favorite actor in Don't Say No, there was something about his charisma that just came right through the screen.

Ah, so Akin is already Very Big.

No, don't stop in the crosswalk, Jin baby... They really don't get how much they've traumatized us already, do they?

Although having him almost be run over by his own team is a new take, I guess!

Smart's hair looks so gooooood. I wanna touch it.

What a first meeting... love the framing. Akin so far above Jin at this point.

Poor little mint.

Oh no, not the rating going down! Be nice, Akin, he's a baby.

Wait, wait, wait...this music is the same they used for the Our Skyy 2 teaser trailer, right? I'm pretty sure, I watched that trailer about 200 times.

Hehe, not the branding shade.

This is being shot in a really interesting way. I like it so far, it feels a lot less static than a lot of shows.

Also, gorgeous setting.

I do feel for actors who are trying to do a proper scene, and getting a "the label's the wrong way" kind of feedback. That's gotta be so frustrating.

Ugh, Aof is the worst. This feels like it was written by someone who's worked with annoying brand owners, lol. Of course, I'm sure they'll still be doing plenty of product placement. Gotta get that bread.

I think Akin just got Jin to imprint on him.

I am also very curious about how Boom and Smart filmed this, and if they were both able to cry on cue.

Also very interesting that Akin kept crying while Jin was acting...

I was wondering about Akin's motivation to help Jin, if he really just wanted to get it all over with and go home, but it does seem like he has a caring side if he's thinking about the crew. I like that.

Ok, you know what, I give Jin a lot of credit too! We've had too many shows where one character overhears a little snippet that can be construed badly, and runs off upset. Jin consciously decides to move past it. Good boy.

Oh, Akin, don't act unaffected. He's too adorable and you know it.

There it is!

Damn, their chemistry. Just a shoulder touch is making me feel things!

So Jin is going to keep that mint box for life, right?

Geez, Jade has a dark view of success. Probably realistic for the industry, but yikes.

Lolol, Jin is too cute. Strong golden retriever energy.

"Where is your focus?"... Um, I think on how much he wants to do you.

Oh poor Jin. But heyyy, our director is finally doing some actual directing! That was some good coaching.

Ahhhhh, the layers! So much deeper meaning to the dialogue!

Also people are 100% going to be shipping their characters in this cop show.

Whoa...wings!

Damn, this is already so erotic.

First episode, and I am sold!

[ticklygiggles]

Tickets and Tickles | Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader

Commissioned by @wertzunge

A/N: Another one for amazing and kind and lovely and cute Maaaax ❤️ hope you enjoy this one as well! So happy to see Yamaguchi and reader finally taking the next step ddidndkdkddkdn

Summary: You bought tickets for a volleyball game as a surprise gift for Yamaguchi!

Words: 2k

Your backpack felt heavy, like you were carrying an anvil, but in reality it was just two tickets to a volleyball game you had just bought. A volleyball game that Yamaguchi really wanted to go to. You weren't going to lie, the tickets were a little more expensive than you thought and the pinch you had to give to your savings was big, but that had been forgotten when you thought about the expression Yamaguchi would make when giving them to him. 

He'd been talking about that game for weeks. You were always happy to hear him ramble about it, and when you saw that longing expression on his face, you knew immediately you'd do anything to be able to take him there. Now those tickets lay between the pages of your English notebook, waiting to be revealed in the afternoon when Yamaguchi and you were on your way home after school. You had planned everything carefully: getting the tickets, inviting Yamaguchi to a sleepover at your house on Friday afternoon, giving him the tickets, and going to the game together the next day.

The perfect plan, no doubt, yet you couldn't understand why you were so nervous. You knew perfectly well Yamaguchi would love this surprise—were you just ridiculously excited? Your heart was pounding, your cheeks slightly flushed due to the accelerated flow of blood. The walk to school was endless, and upon entering your classroom, you felt like you were walking with the same hand and foot, you probably were. 

Yamaguchi was already there and your heart leaped with excitement as you saw him approaching you with that bright smile of his.

“Good morning!” he said your name so… nicely.

The noise of your classmates' conversations seemed to fade away as you focused solely on Yamaguchi. He led you to your desk, right in front of his. 

“G-Good morning, Tadashi,” you stuttered, avoiding his eyes and hanging your backpack next to your desk. “H-How are you doing?” 

Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow and your heart raced even faster as he narrowed his eyes, studying you closely. 

“What's the matter?” He asked, taking a step closer to you, causing you to step back in response. 

“W-What? Nothing! I- ah, good morning, Kei!” Tsukishima, who had been watching the scene with disinterest, raised a hand and placed his headphones back over his ears, bobbling his head at the rhythm of the music he was listening to. 

A sudden poke to your side made you jump and gasp, looking at Yamaguchi who looked at you curiously. 

“You're hiding something.” Another poke and this time you couldn't help but giggle softly as you flinched away. “What is it?” 

“I'm- I'm not-” another poke, “Tahadashi! I'm serious, I don't-

“Good morning, class. Everyone take your seat, please.” 

The shuffling of seats filled the room as all the students greeted the teacher. You shot one more glance at Yamaguchi before sitting down as well and reaching for your notebook. You almost couldn't hold back a squeal when you felt a squeeze on your waist. Your arm immediately moved to your side, and you quickly glanced at the teacher who, luckily for you, was turned away writing an equation on the board.

You looked back at Yamaguchi, your eyes clearly saying 'behave yourself, we're in class!', but maybe it was because of your blushing cheeks that Yamaguchi ignored you and kept pinching your waist and poking your ribs every time the teacher turned around. 

Your face was so red, it was hard not to notice and unfortunately for you, the teacher noticed it too. He called your last name and you jumped a little. 

“Are you feeling sick?” He asked, concerned. “You can go to the infirmary if you need to.”

You shook your head. “I'm alright, thank you, just a little hot. I'm sorry.” 

The professor nodded, unconvinced, but returned his gaze to his textbook, explaining the math problem. Yamaguchi lightly touched your shoulder. 

“I'm sorry~,” he whispered sincerely, and you smiled slightly, letting out a sigh while nodding. There was no way you could be upset with him

After that, Yamaguchi behaved himself throughout the day and didn't bother you as much during class, except for a little pinch here and a gentle poke there. However, he did keep insisting all day that he knew something wasn't right, he said he wasn't sure what it was, but there was something very strange about you that day.

His words only made you more nervous, making you look even more suspicious in his eyes. At lunch, Yamaguchi tickled you until you spilled juice on the table, Tsukishima scolded you two and said that if you didn't stay still, he would make you do it. The games were over, but Yamaguchi kept insisting, he already knew you even better than you knew yourself. 

By the last class, your sides were aching from stifled laughter, and you sighed with relief when the final bell of the day rang. A wide smile spread across your face as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and gave it a little pat. You were almost ready to give the tickets to Yamaguchi! You could hardly wait! What kind of face would he make? Would he cry? You laughed to yourself, gasping a little when you felt a small poke on your cheek. 

“Ready to go?” Yamaguchi asked, smiling so brightly at you. 

You nodded. “Ready! See you on Monday, Kei!” 

He smiled softly and nodded, “Mn. Until Monday. Have a good weekend.” 

You waved goodbye at him as you walked to the lockers with Yamaguchi, leaving your shoes and then finally walking out of the school's gates. On the way, Yamaguchi took the opportunity to talk about the game once more, as if he hadn't talked about it for the past week, but you didn't care. You enjoyed listening to him. 

You both walked slowly, enjoying the afternoon as you chatted, and the tickets in your backpack seemed to vibrate, but it was probably just you. You both arrived at your house too quickly, taking your shoes off at the entrance, heading to your room. 

Should you give them to him now or later? You thought carefully. Maybe later would be better? But what if he needs to prepare? So now? But what if- 

“Gotcha!” 

“Aack!” You squealed as you were suddenly pushed backward onto your bed. You fell with a small gasp and looked up at Yamaguchi, blushing as he straddled you. “T-Tadashi?! What are you- ahahaha! No! Nohoho, plehehehase! Not tihihickling! Why?!” 

Yamaguchi giggled softly. “Because you refuse to tell me what's up with you,” he said, his hands squeezing up and down your ticklish sides, causing you to laugh and squirm. “I know you're up to something and you don't want to tell me. Now, spill the beans!” 

You laughed and writhed underneath him, shrieking and squeaking as he tickled all of your weak spots. Your hands were kind of useless, flailing as you tried to catch his, but he moved too fast or you too slow. His fingers left your sides only to sneak under your shirt and tickle your bare stomach. 

“Tahahahadashi! Stahahahap!” You laughed, cackling a little as he clawed at the middle of your stomach, his fingers digging firmly but gently into the muscles. Your hands closed around his arms, trying to push them away, and Yamaguchi clicked his tongue. 

“These pesky hands!” he growled playfully, holding your hands and shoving them underneath his knees, pinning them. “Much better.”

You shook your head, laughing loudly as he resumed the tickling on your belly. “Ahahaha! Nohohot fahahair!” 

Yamaguchi giggled. “Nuh-uh, what's unfair is that you're hiding things from me! I am your best friend! I need to know everything!” He laughed at his own words, fingers quickly clawing up to your ribs, raising your shirt on the way, exposing more of your sensitive skin. 

You let out a burst of laughter, arching your back as he rubbed at your ticklish ribs. 

“You know exactly where I'm going, right?” He asked with a huge grin and you shrieked with laughter. 

“PLEHEHEHASE! Nohoho, nohot thehere!” You begged, cackling again when his fingers moved to the back of your ribs. “Hohohold ohohon!” 

“What?” He asked. “Ready to talk?” 

You shook your head. “Dohohon't tihickle my ahaharmpihits!” 

“Tickle your armpits? Okay!” 

“AHAHAHA! I HAHATE YOU!” 

Yamaguchi laughed. “Nah, you don't, but your underarms probably do- tickle tickle tickle~” 

You laughed, cackled, screamed with laughter as he tickled your armpits mercilessly. His fingers wiggled and dug right into the hollow, making you snort ridiculously loud. Happy tears glistened on your lashes as Yamaguchi opened his legs a bit more, causing your arms to also spread out slightly, giving him more room to tickle your poor armpits. 

“TAHAHAHADASHI!” 

“Yes~? I'm right here! Are you ready to talk?” He giggled, pinching the sensitive skin and making your laughter turn breathless. “Oho~ someone's very ticklish right here!” 

This wasn't part of the plan! How come you were squirming around, giggling like a fool while Yamaguchi tickled you?! Was it fun? Yes. But it was ruining everything you had planned up to that point! The surprise— 

“Wait! WAHAHAHAIT!” You laughed out in cheerful panic when Yamaguchi grabbed one of your wrists from under his knee and brought it over your head to tickle your armpits better. “Fihihine! Fine, I'll tehehell you! Plehehehase!” 

Yamaguchi chuckled. “Let's hear you first, and I'll decide if I let you go.” 

You try to catch your breath, trying to calm down the residual giggles and the soft twitches of your body. 

“I… I…,” your cheeks flushed even more. “I got you tickets for that volleyball game you've been talking about…” 

Yamaguchi widened his eyes. “... You're lying.”

You shook your head. “Let me show you,” you mumbled sheepishly, looking down at your almost bare torso. 

Yamaguchi quickly got off you and helped you sit up. You stood up from the bed and walked to your backpack, pulling out your English notebook and then the tickets before walking back to him. 

“Here,” you said with a warm smile, lending him the tickets. “You and I. Tomorrow.” 

Yamaguchi’s eyes widened even more, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed the tickets from your hand. He looked at them incredulously, reading the information on them over and over as his cheeks, (and his whole face), turned crimson and his mouth dropped open.

You chuckled softly and the sound made him look up at you, his eyes finding your bright smile and your sweet eyes. “Are you happy?” 

“Th-Thank you-” he said breathlessly, getting up from the bed and cupping your cheeks between his hands. Your eyes widened, your breath hitching in your chest as his face came closer to yours, his soft lips pressing against yours in a sweet, chaste, loving kiss. 

You both were kissing. You were kissing! His lips against yours, kissing! This was your first kiss! How many times have you imagined this exact moment? Feeling guilty for having these kinds of feelings toward Yamaguchi, your best friend of all people… But he also liked you? Did he like you too? Or did he just not know how to express his gratitude? But would you kiss someone like that just to say thank you? 

You held your breath, your cheeks as red as Yamaguchi's as you closed your eyes and leaned into the tender kiss, making Yamaguchi jolt a little, as if he had just realized what he had just done.

He pulled apart rather quickly, gasping when he fell back against the bed and you blinked, flustered to your core. 

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean- no, wait, I actually did mean it but– I was- you are- what-” 

You laughed softly. “I like you, Tadashi,” you said sheepishly, smiling tenderly at him, letting yourself look at him with almost adoration. 

Yamaguchi gasped softly, looking at you with surprise in his eyes, surprise that softened to love. “Are you serious?” he asked, standing up again and cupping your cheeks one more time. “I'm- I- I also like you very much,” he whispered and you smiled wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him close to you. 

“What should we do now?” You ask in a whisper as well, your nose nuzzling his. 

Yamaguchi let out a soft sound, something like a whimper as he nuzzles you back. “We should… get in a relationship and… kiss one more time.” 

“Hmm~ yeah, I think I like the sound of that, boyfriend,” you said, giggling as his breath hitched and he pressed his lips against yours again, almost desperately. 

“Thank you,” he said, pulling apart slowly, “for the tickets, but above all, for reciprocating my feelings.” Yamaguchi smiled, his thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks. 

You smiled as well, little tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. “Oh, you're so corny,” you said and you both started to laugh about it before sharing another kiss and another and one more. 

After all, you both were in a relationship. 

Who would have thought that tickets to a volleyball game would make you confess your love for each other? You were really grateful to yourself for having made that decision. 

[darling-devil2099]

Passionate dance • Shadowspice (Burning Spice x Shadow Milk)

Info : all the fanfics about CRK will be human AU

TW : this fic is a lil bit suggestive at the end

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Parties was something that Shadow Milk likes very much, mostly because he is the one who organize them. He also doesn't miss the opportunity to do his shows. Everyone loves them after all ! (Even if 'everyone' was just foolish puppets...) And since the audience is so satisfied, the jester decided to do it once a week. So now, on every Fridays' night it was "The Big Shadow Milk's Show" with a big party ! All of that in honor of himself of course. Tonight, he did his representation as usual. And like after every ends of the show, the rest of the party was happening on the dance floor. But Shadow Milk didn't dance. He only watched the others do it. Not that the beast doesn't like dancing, quite the contrary. The feeling of the rhythm in your body, the music guiding your moves, the adrenaline of the song... He loved that, he always did. The reason the star of the show doesn't dances at his parties is simply because he has no dance partner. He didn't want to dance with one of his 'fans' and dancing alone sucks... He had already thought of asking someone closer to him. But, he could never ask Candy Apple, she is a simp and wouldn't focus. Also, she was way too small for them to dance properly. Black Sapphire was a good candidate, unfortunately, he doesn't assist at the Friday's night parties. Shadow Milk had no other choice but to spend his evenings at drinking and looking at people dancing. It was a bit annoying, he had to admit...but he prefers being at a party than doing nothing. Of course, he was still alone in both cases, no matter how much he will deny it. As the hours passed, the clown had enough and declared the party was over. He thanked his guests and they all soon leaved. A sigh escaped his lips, he could finally go to his room and rest.

-Finally. I thought they would never leave. A rough voice spoke behind the blue haired, which took him by surprise. He turned around, his eyes meeting the tall and strong figure of Burning Spice. What was he doing here ? It wasn't his boyfriend's style to come over without telling him and even more at this hour.

-Spicy ? When did you get here ?

Shadow Milk asked, a bit confused.

-Since the beginning. You did ask me to come watch your show, no ?

The other replied. He was right, the jester had almost begged for him to come watch his representation.

-Well, yes. But you could have showed up, you know !

-No thanks, I didn't want your puppets to annoy me all evening.

The destroyer crossed his arms with a slight look of annoyance at the thought of these 'fans'.

-Not show up to them, silly ! You could have simply come to me !

-Please, we both know you would have present me to everyone after 5 minutes.

-Okay, okay. But you know it's because of how much I'm proud of you darling~ And I like to show it~

Shadow Milk smirked, walking closer to him and almost pressed his body against his. He then putted a hand on Burning Spice's bare chest, just wanting to tease him.

-Oh actually, I just got an idea ! The clown suddenly said with a big smile. Now that he had the black haired man with him, he could finally do the thing he wanted to do for so long.

-Don't tell me it's one of your stupid tricks again...

The taller sighed, already tired of his partner's teasing.

-Of course not ! It's even better~ 

The blue haired then made 2 steps backwards and held Burning Spice's hand (which was lot bigger than his).

-My dear Spicy, will you dance with me ?

At the shorter man's request, the destroyer scoffed a bit. Him ? Dancing ? Even a stick would be less tense. -I don't dance. It's useless and I'm not good at it anyway.

-Oh please, everyone can dance ! Don't act so grumpy ! I'll lead if you want. Pleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeee ????

Shadow Milk asked with puppy eyes, determined to make his boyfriend dance with him. He had already thought of how it could be to dance with his beloved and really wanted to try.

-Fine...

The other beast gave up, not wanting to argue for something that was already lost. It made the jester smile ear to ear. He then dragged him to the now empty dance floor. He showed the taller man where to put his hands and as soon as they started, a slow and nice music started playing. The blue haired didn't even ask the orchestra anything, it was like they just read his mind. Burning Spice didn't really know what to do at first. Most of time, he looked down at his feet to try to not step on the clown's. As the dance went by, he slowly got used to it. They soon moved all around the room, their moves being more and more coordinated. Shadow Milk didn't felt like this since a very long time ago. Being able to let go of everything and letting yourself be one with the music was something that he longed to feel. Plus, being with his lover was a lot better than it usually is. The song ended but another one started quickly at the sight of them not stopping. It was a more dynamic one so the pace quickened a bit. It was also more passionate, more meaningful. Their bodies were touching more but most importantly : there was an eye contact. The destroyer's gaze had leaved his feet to meet the other's. The more they danced, the more they wanted to continue. The songs were getting more and more sensual as time passed. The jester sometimes teased the black haired by moving a leg on his hip, even when he didn't have to or getting his face a bit too close to his. Burning Spice could feel his mind was affected by the other's teasings but he didn't say anything about it. He liked the feeling after all. They didn't count how much they passed dancing before finally stopping.

-See... You can dance.

The shorter said, catching up his breath a bit and running a hand in his long hair.

-It's more like you used a spell on me.

The destroyer replied with a small smirk. His large hands were resting on the clown's small waist as they stood close to each other.

-For the dance ? Or for something else~?

-Surely both, knowing you.

Shadow Milk smirked back at him and leaned in to place a small kiss on his lips. He pulled away only to look at him smugly.

-Want me to show you more magic in my room then~?

Looks like the night was not over yet.

[scarscribblesstuff]

A Moment of Peace

Fandom: Redacted Audio

Characters: Angel, David

Pairings: David/Angel

Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0pnbo7Oc4E8WzGhloj4pzw?si=XtTNNVXGTr-43fCpcL2E6w

Just a lil comfort for Angel and just general softness for this two. I think they suit a sunset together.

Oh also always obsessed with Reeder's music so would highly recommend checking them out.

Please do not feed to AI, claim as your own, or repost to other platforms without my permission. The characters belong to Redacted Audio and this is a fan work.

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“Okay fine. Guess we're taking a break then.” Angel laments as they drop the paintbrush again, another ache shooting through their hand. “Fuck it right? Why would I need to use my joints anyways.”

Struggling to their feet they try and pull themselves up before falling back into the chair with a groan. Everything hurts, aches settling into every crevice of their body.

‘What a waste of a day off.’ They think bitterly. They needed help today, and as much as logically they knew that was fine, it didn't stop the sting of embarrassment or guilt from weaving through their brain.

“Davey?” They call out to the house. Half of them hoped he wouldn't hear them so they could wallow, but David never ignored them, and he always answered their call.

They hear his footsteps pad down the hall from his office. “Angel? Everything okay?”

“I mean yeah it's me, I'm the greatest.” They swallow. They don't miss how his gaze focuses on their face, they don't miss how easily he reads them. “I just need some help getting to the bed.” They hold up shaking hands with a wry smile.

“Want me to carry you?”

“Only if you can handle all this, big boy.” They throw in a wink for good measure.

He snorts, “I think I've proven that I'm more than capable of handling you.”

“And if you want to again, my door is always open.”

“It's our door Angel.” He pulls back their chair and scoops them up into his arms. “Comfortable?”

“In your arms? Always.”

He rolls his eyes, “I'll take that as a yes then.” As he lays them on the bed, they feel their heart skip a beat at the reverence in his hold. His touch is always warm, despite how much he protests that they're a furnace; they will never feel anything but warmth from David Shaw.

“Join me?” They wiggle their eyebrows up at him.

“Alright. I'm mostly done for the day anyways.” He pulls off his shirt and trousers before climbing into the bed by their side.

Angel whistles “I mean I was just asking for company, but a free show too? I'll take it.”

Unable to hide the smile on his face, David turns to face them. “Who said it was free, you little snot? I'll need at least a kiss for that.”

They giggle as he leans over, capturing their mouth with his.

“Where is it worst?” He inquires as he pulls away.

“Everywhere is seeming like a promising option for this answer, but if I could humbly request that there's a secret bonus option of you giving me kisses on my oh so sore lips, then I would not be complaining.”

“You'll get your kisses Angel.” He gently takes their hand, kissing the palm before massaging it between his fingers. “But I'm asking you what hurts most, so I can help.”

They don't answer for a moment, watching him holding their hand.

“Knees and ankles.” They concede, “but seriously, I'm fine you don't have to.”

“I know I don't. But I want to.” He runs his hands down their sides making them shiver. “Let me?” Always a question, always an offer.

“Okay. Only since you're so insistent.” They whisper.

“Can you tell me about what you were painting?” David asks, as he gently massages one of their knee joints between two large hands.

“Just woods again, nothing too exciting.” They murmur, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m interested, and there's normally a story behind what you're painting.” A kiss to the top of the joint once his hands are done with that section.

“Just thinking about the solstice coming up: we'll need to start planning soon.”

He hums in affirmation, moving to their other knee. “The run?”

“Yeah.” Wistful tone slipping in, “you look so in your element when you do. Feels good to see.”

“I'm glad you enjoy seeing it.” His touches are practiced and familiar, a testimony to their relationship. “Is it the woods from last year?”

“No. I'm just painting trees close enough together. Forest of the mind.”

“Very poetic.”

“What can I say? I'm incredibly profound.”

“You are.”

The room quiets after that. The pair slipping into a familiar peace, the day having stripped the layers away. The sunset weaves its way through the window, draping itself across the bed, igniting Angel’s hair in a fiery halo. David pauses a moment in his ministrations to watch them, eyes closed and calm. Until one eye peaks open to look at him.

“Can I just say what a view?” They tease, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His rumbling laugh fills their heart to bursting. “That should be my line.” He slowly gets back into motion, gentle circles on their ankles.

“Mmm, too bad I stole it.”

“Not the only thing you stole.”

“Your heart?” They bat their eyelids.

“Yes you brat.” He grumbles at how easily they can read him.

“Don't pout, I'll get ideas.” They gesture him upwards. “Come here.”

How could he ignore such a sweet call? David rises to settle beside them, pulling them carefully onto his chest.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He nuzzles into their hair, breathing them in.

“Thank you Davey.”

“Always, Angel.”

[vendettasfanfictioning]

The Nightmare of Zoldyck (Musical) was gay as fuck and here's why you should watch it.

Bingeing The Nightmare of Zoldyck reminds me just. Just how fucking gay it was??????? And this was made almost 11 years ago???? And it's just so insane and surreal to me?????? They could've added any sort of twist to the Zoldyck Arc and yet the twist they chose was 🌈🏳️‍🌈??? In all fairness, they did also add Hisoka so maybe that's just how it is lmao

Now you may think I'm joking or being delusional—but no I swear THEY MADE IT GAY AS FUCK OK. IT'S ACTUALLY AMAZING

First, we have the obvious; the adorable, blossoming friendship between Gon and Killua. The very reason this arc exists is because Gon refused to let Illumi's teachings corrupt Killua's self-esteem. It's so, so, so touching in the manga and both anime adaptations, but in the musical they just... The songs just made it come off more romantic?

I'm biased, I love the friends-to-lovers development these two undergo, but I swear, take the shipping goggles off and it's still has a subtle if not in-your-face obvious, romantic tone.

Why? First, the presentation. The Zoldycks are introduced by Milluki through song. They each get lines which are backed up by epic music and stage effects, come together for the iconic chant of, "Zoldyck," before ultimately gathering around and sitting down.

Kalluto, Kikyo, Illumi, Silva, Milluki, and Zeno have a family meeting while Killua's hung above them, representing where he is in the dungeon, and right off the bat, you get hit with "forbidden romance" vibes.

The family talks about what Killua did, what he said, while Killua sings about how he doesn't want to inherit his dad's position. HE ALSO SINGS THIS LINE WHICH IS SO?????

And he sings a little after Illumi visits him in the dungeon and, y'know, messes with his head even more. He writes a letter of sorts to Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio, telling them they should go to protect them from Illumi and he just sounds SO heartbroken...

Then we skip forward, this is after the gang has won Gotou's approval. Gon writes a letter, and it's so fucking sweet because it's basically him saying look. Look at Zebro, Gotou, Canary, these people who care for you, who love you. You're not alone, we understand your feelings, ok? AND THIS PANEL IN PARTICULAR IS SO RAPUNZEL SO ROMEO AND JULIET IDK

And that super serious discussion between Killua and Silva? He gushes about Gon a lot, and they really took some liberties with Silva because this man keeps grinning like he knows his son's got a crush.

And of course Gon's not gonna back down. Canary asks how their Young Master Killua was like, outside Kukuroo Mountain, and... just look.

I'm not gonna include every damn time they sing together but when they finally meet? They're so. so happy. I can't.

And there's this scene after the party (yes they have a goodbye party of sorts for Killua) where Killua thanks Gon for coming to get him and Gon says ofc we're friends and they play around and they're so happy together...

Look at them they ded

There's also this moment when it all goes to shit and THIS SONG SLAPS Gon metaphorically slaps Killua out of it too but just. Just listen to it, it made me cry

And since this happens right after the Hunter's Exam, Kurapika and Leorio are still a bit wary of Killua, so while Gon's ecstatic and unwavering about being Killua's friend, the other two sort of bond in the sidelines as well?

Take this shot of leopika dancing. It's short and sweet and they're so stupid but they're at least getting along!!!

I forgot they bickered a lot, especially during the Hunter's Exam, but now look at them. This isn't the gayest part though, because Leorio finds out there's a hot spring in the Zoldyck mansion... and... yeah... I'll let y'all watch this scene for yourselves but uh, stuff happens and I fucking screamed is all

LIKE LOOK THESE MFS END UP STAR GAZING TOO COME ON

They also share a bit in the end where Gon sniffs Zebro??? And he says that Zebro has a similar scent to Leorio??? And leopika turn to each other and go:

LIKE HELLO?? HELLOOOOO???

And of course, I saved the murder husbands for last. While the gang have their fun, we would sometimes cut to black and these two would be shown, scheming in the dark and talking about their own plans.

They be dropping some bomb ass dialogues tho

AND APPARENTLY ILLUMI GAVE HISOKA A TOUR LMAO

Mind you, there is no fucking explanation as to why Hisoka's there. His narrative purpose is ofc to sow chaos and stir trouble, look out for Gon or whatever, but why is he here specifically in the Zoldyck Estate is never stated. BUT he does refer to it as a vacation. Twice.

Like sure this is just him being a little shit but COME ON. If Illumi really didn't want him there, he'd have chased Hisoka out, swatting him with a broom while at it. But no. They scheme in the dark and Illumi shows him around and Hisoka says it's a vacation. Wonder who could've invited him.......

This interaction also happens. And I will only be thinking about this for the foreseeable future.

HISOKA CHASES AFTER HIM OFFSCREEN IT'S KINDA CUTE AND ALSO RUINING MY LIFE????

Insane that the killugon heart-to-heart, leopika hot spring moment, and hisoillu bickering happen back to back to back. They're all paired off. The way they switch the audience's perspective actually really satisfying. Each couple gets their alone time and it's like seeing the different stages of a relationship. INSANE and HELLA GAY

And, of course, the heart of the cards—easily one of the most iconic lines Hisoka's said, which is, coincidentally, the point of conflict of the entire musical

While Killua's fighting for his life, here's the magician who's basically getting everything he's ever wanted served on a silver platter. This mf is so happy he got to fight Illumi's family lmaoooo

AND HE SAYS IT TWICE!!!!

ONLY FOR MAMA ZOLDYCK TO MIC DROP WITH THIS IN THE END

I just. I love this musical so much. It used to be my comfort watch when I first got into HxH, and while I joke about how fucking gay it turned out to feel (I'm being serious about it though) I do think it's a great production.

The actors did amazing, the dance/fight sequences and the dialogue were so well done, and it just added so much depth to the Zoldycks, y'know? I do wish Alluka was here, but we all know why she's not... That would've been so fun though.

Anyways, if I've convinced you, then you can watch it here!!!

[r-aindr0p]

"magical boys"

*BREAKS DOWN A WALL AMD CHUCKS MINI ROLLOS TO ANYTHING IN SIGHT*

WHERE?!

*visibly shaking* I am normal about this reversal trope of magical girls. I can definetely be trusted to not squeeze this mozarrella with a bowl cut to death. *mini rollo definitely being squeezed to death*

No idea if it's three anons or one but that's really sweet ✨ pls beware depending on which guy you plan to eat some of them give food poisoning or hallucinations (thinking abt some as those small colorful rainforest frogs)

I love magical girl animes very much, grew up watching tokyo mew mew (and somehow managed to watch wedding peach all on youtube a long time ago, i did not understand the english subtitles at all lmao, rewatched it years later and loved it), so imagine my surprise when I stumbled accross the first (if you ignore saint seiya) full on magical boy anime in 2015 and ever since I wanted to draw my own, and now I have my musketeers :)))

A lot more magical boy yapping under the cut because I love this trope so much

Anime I'm talking abt is 'Binan Koukou Chikyuu bouei-bu love' btw ! It's on the parodic side but not as much shitpost-ish as 'magical girl ore' for example. It takes itself "seriously" in it's own way. (and the ending song talks about 2 characters of the show that drifted apart and how there's 3 meters only separating them but it's enough for one to miss the other and aughhh my heart I could yap about this for ages)

LOOK AT THEM (couldn't find a decent pic of the season 1 clothes, this is season 2 and the pic is still low res augh)

Like, I was ?? idk in my last year of middle school maybe when I found this ?? fantastic discovery. Pink wombat mascot with the voice of an old man gives cute bracelets to 5 guys to save the earth. They have to say "love making" and kiss their bracelet to transform, I'm crying And here's the villains of season 1 and season 2 (twins) (silver haired bowl cut annoyed guy is my favorite, what a familiar description....)

There's 3 seasons in total to this anime and season 3 has a new cast of guys but years later at the same school !

Scenario is basically the same as season 1 but with different guys and villains, but omg the otter..... I love that yellow otter so much..... (look they have magical ace and deuce ) Villains of season 3 are called "edelstein knights" or something (ince again an angry guy with ridiculous bangs considered a villain, my beloved)

Other legit magical boy I love a lot is 'Fairy Ranmaru' !! It takes itself more seriously than binan koukou, in it's own scandalous way I'd say. They went ham with the fanservice during transformations it's crazy-(especially uruu's transformation) def +16 at least They do try to talk about serious matters and feelings/emotions in general. I cant' really tell if it's well written since I'm really an easy audience, I should watch it a second time... It's a visual experience at least if you're into that kind of designs

Blue guy my beloved.... Not showing any more, you can find the transformations on yt crunchyroll literally published them

Alright one last "magical" boy/girl, it's not even exceptionnal but it's a fever dream shitpost that has a special place in my heart : 'Classicaloid' So a girl's father created humanoids with the memories of classical composers and went to get milk, leaving them all. The classicaloids eventually decide to squat at the girl's house. They have magical powers called "musik" and have a small transformation animation. So to a certain extent I do consider this a magical people anime.

Here's everyone from season 1 (untransfromed) Beethoven and Bach (maybe mozart too tbh) are the most recognizeable but good luck to guess the others :') (Liszt and Tchaikovsky are genderbent) They are all so whacky together I love them so much, bach only speaks in musical terms "andante, pianissimo etc.." Chopin is the looser of all times, Mozart is.... Mozart, and Dvorak (season 2) became a pigmy hippo for literally no reason The animation is nice but the ending song illustrations ??? dang

First two pics are from season 2 endings, they all represent an important location for the composers or something related to them (for example Chopin's is the père lachaise cemetery in paris where irl one has a tomb) Really I'm amazed by all the ending art pieces, I can't put more than 10 pics per post, I would've showed them all otherwise eeee) On the thrid pic you actually see mozart in his musik outfit ! An in one ep he even lets his hair loose ahierjh

(takt:op is absolutely in my watchlist)

If you made it this far thank you for listening to the yapping, wether it was interesting or not ! :)))

[souenkun]

I think we as a society need to practice playing and listening through famous actor natori shuuichi's soundtrack, kirameite te gomen, for at least 1 time whenever we feel upset and down. The sheer power that this silly and whimsical soundtrack has at cracking me up the second that it is played needs to be utilized more for our times of need 😭

[coddda]

hi! decided I wanted to give the dn musical a watch after seeing your posts and since you seem like a connoisseur, could you recommend the best version and maybe drop a link if you know where to watch? thank youu 🙏🙏

I just want to let you know that I feel so honored to be called a dn musical conoisseur I am honored that my mad ramblings have earned me this title LOL

I don't know if there is a definitive "best" version, but the version that I watched (and the version that I used for my last post) was the 2017 Jp version with Kenji Urai. I mostly watched that one because Kenji Urai's performance was the one I saw referred to most often in clips/screenshots, but I also personally ended up loving his acting, especially when it came to showing Light's unhinged sides in certain scenes :) (I'm sorry Hayato fans unfortunately I haven't gotten around to watching his performances yet, though I may at some point)

There is an upload of the 2017 Kenji version on vimeo, which is where I watched it. It's hardsubbed and it's probably going to be one of the first results when you look up "Death Note musical 2017" so it's pretty easy to find! Unfortunately the video quality isn't super high, but that's kinda the price you have to pay, haha (if anyone does know of a higher quality upload though, do let me know!)

Welcome to the dn musical club soldier 🫡🫡🫡

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

if the next project reece & steve work on together doesn't involve at least 2 musical numbers im gonna [remembers suicide jokes are bad etcetcetc] fake my friend's murder, blackmail them, move into their house & force them to go on my podcast

[sskk-manifesto]

And so the big sskk shortage begins (no sskk for the next 15 episodes) (and the sskk episode coming after kind of sucks)