#slowdance on the inside

[thesaturdayb0y]

i want to hear you scream you like me better on my knees

SO LET US PRAAAAAAY SO LET US PRAAAAAAY

[prettyboypistol]

TF2 Mercs x Romantic M!Reader

Scout

Has never had anyone pull out the stops for him. He's the youngest of 7, his life has been full of hand-me-downs and overlooking.

When you hand him a bouquet of roses he actually fucking cries.

Dinner, a movie while holding hands, cuddling under the stars? God, he feels like a princess in a disney movie and you're his prince charming

Soldier

He's touched, really, he is! But has a hard time expressing it. He gives you a big ol' kiss and thanks you with a smile, but is lowkey pretty awkward when you offer to dance with him.

He looooved the homecooked dinner you made for him- after all, restaurants aren't really his scene. Course after course if just amazing!

Afterwards, you convince him to slowdance/cuddledance with you while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. He blushed so hard you can feel the heat on his cheeks.

Pyro

OH MY GOD??? ALL THIS FOR ME??? THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!

Well, that's what you think they signed to you as they blubbered tearfully and hugged you. You decorated the recreation room with streamers of deep red and had a bowl of icecream to share while watching a movie!

Their favorite part is when you lit the streamers on fire, making a brief flaming heart.

Demoman

What's better than a roadtrip and sightseeing in a new place? You two snuck out and drove to Dallas for a long weekend out. It took you eons to convince the Administrator for a long weekend too, so it was extra heartfelt!

Big foods, big hats, and big inside jokes nobody else will understand, most of all- you take Demoman out to light fireworks in the desert. Big ones.

With all the clamoring to see the light show, Demoman is elated to kiss you in public with nobody noticing.

Engineer

Going to his favorite museum of engineering and listening to him talk is what Dell found most heartstopping. That dopey look of love as you listened intently had him in a chokehold.

Brushing the backs of your hands together feels more scandalous than holding your hand as you give him a teasing wink.

After, you cook his favorite meal? "Oh darlin', you're an angel."

Heavy

Doesn't know how to react at first, insisting he doesn't need to be spoiled. Then you pull out the handknitted mittens with bear paws on the inside and he's all the way on board to let you spoil him like a king.

You get a thank you kiss for everything you do, a promise to repay the favor later (;P) with every surprise you give him.

Oh boy does he, the more you love on Heavy, the more he loves on you.

Sniper

Survivalist camping with him over the weekend is how you win his heart. He sees you fishing at the crack of dawn and you just smile at him and hand him a pole. The comfortable silence has him blushing like a poppy.

Play wrestle this man. Play wrestle him and win. Pin this man to the ground with a playful yet exerting smile and he will never forget the moment until the day he does and then some. Then kiss him. Do it.

Spy

Ah, a nice restaurant where he doesn't have to worry about the bill, a gala where he doesn't have to assassinate anyone, and a handsome man he isn't obligated to sleep with for information- this is the perfect date!

He's quite the flirt as well, but as long as you can keep up with him, you'll win out in the end with your romance attack modifiers of the date on your side.

Dancing with him is a must, even if you're bad, it's still overwhelmingly charming to Spy.

Medic

YOU BOUGHT HIM NEW SYRINGES AFTER HIS OLD ONES SNAPPED???? AWWW YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE!!!

Much like Spy, Medic loves a fancy dinner and dancing, but he likes the thrill of a mission to help digest his food. That's why you two break into the blood donation truck and take some especially weird samples of blood that you find.

While the police chase you, you two share a kiss. Be gay, do crime!

[solarpunkani]

I think it'd be fun to imagine a solarpunk society where most buildings come with a greenhouse, whether its attached or a separate but nearby structure, and people take great pride in their greenhouses' looks and vibe.

Like imagine personalizing your/your family's greenhouse, and visiting your friends' greenhouses. How you use it in different seasons, what you have growing in it, the spaces dedicated to hanging out.

Imagine you go to a friend's house and they have a greenhouse with green and yellow panels interspersed, light shining through the glass and onto a nice warm floor on a spring day. There's a rug and some pillows tucked into the corner with a small table, so you can sit or pull up a chair to enjoy snacks or just hang out.

You go to another friend's. Their greenhouse is dedicated to output, with dwarf citrus trees and strawberries and peppers and tomatoes and herbs growing in neat little pots on the tables. Some of them will be planted in the beds outside, some will be given to friends, some will live their whole lives within the glass walls and be perfectly happy. Sometimes your friend opens the panels, and the greenhouse comes to life with all kinds of butterflies and bees stopping by to visit.

There's a nice greenhouse by the library, which has a few fragrant herbs and tea plants growing inside, but is mostly a cozy space. A nice table and a few chairs are inside, for students who like to use the space to study or hang out together. There's one great big chair that's nestled in the perfect spot to read in the warm sunlight, or to listen to the sound of gentle rains tapping against the glass in summer. In fall and winter, they keep a healthy supply of warm hot cocoa and coffee for visitors to enjoy, but in the summer you're more likely to find fresh lemonade.

You know someone who uses their greenhouse as more of a gathering place, its perfect for parties. Plenty of tables and chairs, string lights along the walls so get-togethers can last well into the night. The various panels in pink, orange, and yellow make the room feel magical as light filters through.

Some families turn their greenhouses over to the kids quite early, and it quickly becomes a place full of toys, tiny seedlings of their favorite flowers in colorful pots, a few study books tucked away in a study corner. Or a popular hangout spot for them and their friends to post up with snacks after school.

A few couples may grow a few plants, but keep the area mostly clear--perfect for times where they just want to turn on a small radio, and slowdance with one another well into the night.

And your greenhouse? You can use it however you'd like after all, make it your own.

[1800titz]

FETISH | Spanko!Harry x Neighbor!Reader (5)

The one where you and Harry are neighbors in an apartment complex, he's got a bunny called Snuggles, he makes softcore porn spanking people (it's a REALLY LOUD HOBBY), and you have definitely called the police for a domestic disturbance next door continued

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You watch him, stood in his kitchen with one hand planted on the counter. The way his pink tongue slips out across his lips as he waits, and—

This man is bunnies. The offer lining the bands of his gaze like hope smelting into muskeg green. Untamed, playful charisma fused with quiet, unassuming kindness. 

And the paradox that makes you feverish like a sickness— this man, in another circumstance, demands control. 

That’s how you end up at the dinner table for two, with a slice of the pasta bake on the plate in front of you. It’s orange, and eccentric in the way nuanced white wouldn’t be, the way your dishes are, and it’s Harry. And you don’t really, actually know this man at all, but somehow it makes sense. 

It’s awkward, but it’s not him; his demure oozes something charismatic, unbeknownst. Saturated with ease enough in conversational small talk, and he makes enough eye contact to stifle the choppy motions of this slowdance. 

It’s awkward because you’re awkward. Blinking up at him from under the canopy of your lashes in increments under the jaundiced glow of the lamp. Inkpools mostly, perpetually anchored to your fork. 

It’s just—

You swallow. The food is good. You can’t complain— you get a free dinner (homecooked, as opposed to the canned soup you would have dug out of your pantry and stuffed into the yellow mouth of the microwave), and you get a pretty view of a looker, but. Maybe part of it is the sticky guilt webbing across your nonchalance. 

You’re not going to ask. You don’t plan to ask. You don’t really plan anything— always playing it by ear, always staggering over your own feet into impulse. 

But you’re a ticking time bomb. Sticking your hands under your legs to stop them from skirting through things that don’t belong to you for answers, legs crossed so it takes more steps to get up from the couch for the duration of the whole hour you spent house-sitting. 

But it comes out when your ankle bouncing under the table isn’t enough to quell the weight of your tongue anymore. 

“What’s the… appeal?”

You swallow. The sound of his fork clicking against the plate— metal on ceramic— is at least slightly louder than the way your heart thrums up into your throat.

“Appeal of what?”

You maybe can’t look at him. Not entirely, can’t meet his eye— such a weird question; stupid, stupid— so you just swallow again and contemplate nervously laughing to snub the mushrooming stretch of lull. Nevermind. Picking through the food doesn’t help and magically retract the inquiry. 

“What you do,” is what you finally settle on. 

Your gaze flickers up briefly, and you expect him to look a little bashful, a little uncomfortable, pink tingeing the crests of his cheekbones— the perfect out for that nervous laugh (sorry, I shouldn’t have asked)— but he’s just. Looking at you. Entirely un-rubescent, and maybe it’s the smear of the incandescent lighting, the ease of being submerged by his own belongings, that makes him look so casual (you: the opposite). Your throat feels dry. Parched. Entirely absolved of what’s been soaking on the back of your tongue now that you’ve let it spill, and the longer you sit still there, knowing he’s just looking at you—

You pick the glass of water in front of you up and take a drink.

“I don’t know,” he muses, gnawing into his lip, gaze pensive, “what is the appeal?”

It almost feels like an accusation. Some sort of inside joke that you’re not in on. Something bristles in your chest as you set the glass back into place, throat bobbing as you swallow down what you’ve siphoned in two, thick gulps. Your eyes flash. 

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.”

The corners of his mouth tick as he picks through his food, gaze cast thoughtfully to the plate. But it’s easy— again. Sangfroid. Nearly amused.

“It’s different for different people.”

(At you. At the way you’re indisputably, almost squirming in your chair, and the fat, looming cloud of paranoia persuades you that he knows… something.)

“It’s like BDSM, right?” you tread carefully. Cautious-ish; that’s an overbearingly personal question— digging the prongs through a chunk of cheese: “Is that what it is, for you?”

You swallow again when he doesn’t immediately answer. Now, you think, he’s blushing. All roseate in the face, thrown off kilter by the way you dredge into otherwise unspoken intimacies, and you wouldn’t blame him— you’re toeing at the thought of apologizing, then, consider backtracking altogether—

“Are you asking how I like my sex?” 

Against all presuppositions, his grin is wolfish. This incipient crescent that smears wider and curls higher around the corners of his teeth, when you don’t immediately respond, making your heart thrum a little faster. 

Teasing. He’s teasing you.

“Uh—“

You blink. Your heart lurches further up into your throat. For a second, it feels like you’re suffocating on your own pulse. You’re not sure when the table flipped into a one-eighty from under you, but he kisses his teeth and sits back, so unco to the semi-timid mien you’ve become acquainted with.

“Nosy, nosy, nosy.”

And it’s then that you grasp it in its full borders— the shape of this thing you thought you knew— that of course, you’ve only been scraping at the surface. Of course, somehow, there’s tendrils tying in the empty space between the soft tissues of the Harry you know and the Harry online. A kind of middle ground where inkblots mounted in green don’t shy away under the thicket of his dark eyelashes. Not soaked in a coat of vulnerability— where he doesn’t stick his hands into his pockets at the word sex or the connotations of spanking. 

[lil-elle]

Haven't seen this one yet and this is like my favourite cliché ever so

XIKERS Reaction to the Boyfriend Shirt Trope

(You wearing their oversized shirts without pants)

pairs: bf!xikers x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

word count: 807

content: nsfw implications

a/n: repost !!

Minjae:

- Once his eyes spot you in his shirt, they wouldn't leave you

- Literally 👁👁

- His shirt definitely isn't as long as you think it is, so he WILL be staring at your thighs and if anything he'd be staring even harder if you turned around

- He'd never say it but he'd love it sooo much (and it would lowkey turn him on like crazy)

- Would leave his shirts lying around in hopes you'll wear them

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Junmin:

- Jaw: dropped, cheeks: red, thighs: clenched

- Wouldn't stare for too long because he's trying to stay sane and not immediately try and rip it off you

- Would die at the thought that you smell like him

- Would definitely insist that you keep all his shirts you wear (you'd end up owning his whole wardrobe)

- If you wore any of his tank tops the door would be locked sooo fast

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Sumin:

- All his shirts are massive and super comfy

- He'd instantly become clingy and super playful - that simple gesture of wearing his clothes would just make him so heart eyes

- He wouldn't even be thinking dirty thoughts. Somehow you in less clothes like that makes his heart feel so full and complete, he just wants to slowdance with you

- Would never want to wash or wear his shirts ever again after you've worn them

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Jinsik:

- BLUSHESSSS

- Would make him feel so domestic, like you're actually his wife, not just his girlfriend

- Would silently waddle over to you, face all red, and just cuddle you with his face buried in your shoulder

- Actually glued to you

- He'd never ever get used to it

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Hyunwoo:

- Might ACTUALLY die

- Would become a stuttery mess

- Would be afraid to touch you, like he'd be breaking the rules doing it as if you're some ancient art piece

- Secretly wants to smother you in kisses because he thinks you're the cutest thing on this planet

- Would constantly be thinking "She's mine??? Like all mine??? ??????" Literally can't believe you belong to him

-

Junghoon:

- Two words: RED EARS

- He'd try to act like he doesn't care, but you'd see him glancing over at you every 2 minutes

- If you went up to him and tried to ask him something or just talk, he could NOT keep eye contact, they'd totally be roaming

- He also wouldn't take in a single thing you're saying, he'd just be nodding

- At bedtime he'd fall asleep wrapped around you so fast, smiling too himself now that your back is turned and you can't see him

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Seeun:

- TOUCHY, showering you in compliments (also his shirts would be so massive and comfy)

- "You look extra pretty like that my love~" "You should dress like this all the time~"

- If you're sitting together, his hand will be on your thigh, and if you're standing, his hands will be on your waist (he'd love being able to feel how your hips curve into your waist through the thin fabric of the shirt)

- He wouldn't be shy about how his eyes are always tracing your figure and he'd love when you notice and blush

- The moment you leave his sight he's leaning against the wall with his face in his hands, internally freaking out

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Yujun:

- BLUSHING BLUSHING BLUSHING

- It'd take him a moment to notice that the shirt you're wearing is his, and even longer to notice that you're ONLY wearing his shirt

- Would cover his eyes telling you to put some pants on but he's actually giggling like crazy on the inside

- Would feel so happy that you feel so comfortable around him

- Every glimpse he gets of your thighs would make him feel like his head was going to explode

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Hunter:

- Would be in the middle of a sentence when he turns around and notices what your wearing. Cue widest smile known to man

- He'd treat you like even more of a princess then he already does, lifting you up in a bridal carry and placing you on the bed so delicately before asking if you want him to get you anything

- Even he'd be surprised about how wrapped around your finger you'd make him, chuckling to himself when he's alone

- You'd catch him staring at you with the biggest heart eyes but he wouldn't look away, just smile

- At bedtime he'd pepper your face with kisses while telling you how cute you look and how much he loves you

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Yechan:

- Would immediately go into protective feral cat mode

- "Only I'm allowed to see you like this!"

- Would nuzzle up to you at every chance, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you

- Another one that'd be obsessed with the fact you're wrapped in his scent

- Would fall asleep that night imagining your life together years in the future when you two are married and have a family

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♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed

[ivypie07]

“Sleepwaltz, sweetheart

Ragtime big time inside of my mind

Slowdance, romance

Let's you and I tango in rewind”

{got this AMAZING DELICIOUS comm by my pookie @teavibesaf 💖 her redesign of Alastor had me in a chokehold OUGH 💜❤️}

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[neighbourhoodtwo]

tagged by @marcusagrippa ty!!! put your on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first ten songs that show up:

out of vogue by the fever dolls

fernando by abba

to tundra by los campesinos!

el pozo by izal

never let me down again by depeche mode

...slowdance on the inside by taking back sunday

maggot by daisy and the scouts

king rat by modest mouse

adeline by the fever dolls

juan antonio cortes by la frontera

tagging @good--merits-accumulated @theamazingmurderrocks @gr3y-heron @magpieghost @wegottagetouttahere if any of u guys want to do it ^_^

[deadweight-at7am]

This song is so autumn to me.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Set Phasers To Stun • Bonus Mosh Pt. II • A Decade Under The Influence • This Photograph Is Proof (I Know You Know) • The Union • New American Classic • I Am Fred Astaire • One-Eighty By Summer • Number Five With A Bullet • Little Devotional • ...Slowdance On The Inside

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[siffussy]

Let the Universe Watch (unpolished edition)

(hiii this is the fic I made forever ago but never posted because I never made fixes to it, I felt bad for holding onto it for so long so here you go if y'all really like it, I will make a polished version and post it to ao3!!!) ----

Siffrin enjoyed being underneath of Isabeau's heavily built body. The closeness, the weight of him on them, his hot breath on their ear followed by such loving words. Especially when Siffrin's hands were held together above their head, sometimes with each other's fingers tangled together. They just loved the intimacy all together! Especially when Isabeau reached that perfect spot deep inside of them…

But tonight, Siffrin wanted to do things a little differently. The two of them often did the mating press, or were on their sides facing each other, once in a while Siffrin took it from behind, with their arms pulled back so all they could do was scream in bliss. Isabeau was always more than happy to try new things in bed, or in the shower, or outside. As long as Siffrin felt loved and cared for. Or heck, simply having them in his arms just made Isabeau's heart happy. Whatever Siffrin wanted, Isabeau was more than happy to give them.

"You spoil me." Siffrin smirked, as the two of them slowdanced under the light of the full moon.

"I don't think I spoil you enough." Isabeau replied, pulling Siffrin closer.

Two hearts beating in sync. But just touching each other's skin wasn't enough. Siffrin stood on their tiptoes, lightly grabbing Isabeau's turtleneck to pull him down. Isabeau leaned over, hands sliding down to Siffrin's hips, softly squeezing. Their lips met, nearly generating a shower of sparks between them, and time completely stopped. The world melted away. It was just the two of them, together.

"I want you." Siffrin whispered, after pulling apart from the kiss.

"Where?" Isabeau asked, rubbing Siffrin's hip.

"I don't know. Anywhere. Here."

"Out in the open?" Isabeau laughed. "You're spicy tonight, aren't you?"

Siffrin pressed against Isabeau, wrapping their arms around his waist and pushing their head into his chest.

"I want to do something special." They said, looking up at him. "I want you to lay down."

Isabeau laid down on the soft grass, and Siffrin got on top of him. Siffrin's hands moved smoothly to Isabeau's face, his ears, down to his chest. Stars, they adored the Changes he made for himself.

"Can I undress you?" Siffrin asked, running their hands across Isabeau's broad chest.

Isabeau flushed. Normally, he undressed himself. But he nodded. The sashes were lifted up and off without any trouble, carefully set aside on the grass. Isabeau's shirt was next, but taken off slowly. Siffrin smiled at the view that emerged, and traced little circles on Isabeau's pecs, running their fingers through his chest hair. Isabeau stifled a moan.

Siffrin's hands slid across the scarred tissue underneath Isabeau's pecs, tapping their fingers against his flesh. They smiled upon seeing Isabeau's nipples harden. Siffrin leaned down, tenderly kissing Isabeau's neck, collarbone, and chest.

"Stars, you're beautiful, Isa."

Isabeau chuckled sheepishly, as Siffrin's hands ran across his biceps. "Is it my turn to be spoiled?"

"Yeah."

"Well you're doing great. Don't stop."

Relishing in the gentle massage, Isabeau closed his eyes and moaned softly.

"Isa?"

"Yeah?" Isabeau opened one eye.

"Can I go lower?"

"Yeah! Go for it!"

Siffrin really wanted to rip his pants off, but instead they took in a deep breath and slid them down with the same speed they took off his shirt.

"No underwear?" Siffrin stifled a laugh, not at what they saw, but at what was missing entirely.

"Nope. Didn't see the point for it tonight. But next time I can put on something lacy!"

The two lovers laughed, and Siffrin lightly tapped Isabeau on the shoulder as a mock-punch. Isabeau's pants were folded up with care, and sat next to his shirt and sashes. Stars, they wanted him so badly. But pacing was important. Their soft hands ran over Isabeau's waist, making him shudder. Rolling his skin between their fingers, just lightly pinching it, Siffrin continued, rubbing Isabeau's thighs.

"Does this feel good? What I'm doing?"

"Sif, you're doing great." Isabeau touched Siffrin's cheek comfortingly. "Your touches are so nice."

Siffrin whispered "Am I getting you hard?" right into Isabeau's ear, making him flush into a darker shade. He nodded.

"Touch me more."

Siffrin's fingers lightly grasped Isabeau's penis, leisurely stroking. Isabeau groaned, head hitting the grass.

"Siffrin…"

Isabeau's eyes clenched shut, he bit his lip, squirming underneath Siffrin's delicate touches and strokes. "Squeeze me just a little more."

Siffrin increased the pressure of their grip, grinning as precum was sliding down the shaft. Their hot tongue slid across the tip, making Isabeau gasp. Clenching fistfuls of grass, Isabeau sat up suddenly.

"Was that too much?" Siffrin asked, stopping and letting go. "I'm sorry, I just-"

"You're fine! You're fine, Sif! I just got a little lightheaded, that's all."

"What, were you about to blow already?" Siffrin teased, chuckling.

"Ah, maybe!!"

They laughed together, and Siffrin pushed him back down onto the grass. Cupping his face, Siffrin leaned in for another kiss. Isabeau gladly obliged, wrapping his large arms around them, fingers snaking up into their top. Siffrin squeaked, pushing themself more into the kiss. Breaking from the kiss, Siffrin tenderly stroked Isabeau's cheek.

They sat there, in utter stillness. Just looking into Isabeau's sparkling eyes.

"Siffrin?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I get your eyepatch?"

Siffrin nodded, and Isabeau carefully removed it so it wouldn't snag on their hair. So it wouldn't get lost, it was placed on top of Isabeau's clothes. Isabeau planted a soft kiss on Siffrin's right eyelid, then their scar. Siffrin tilted their head back, sliding their turtleneck off, and undoing their chest bindings. As Isabeau kissed Siffrin's neck, his hands massaged their chest.

"I'm wet for you, Isa." Siffrin sighed. "I want to ride you."

How bold! Out in the open like this, too!

Isabeau's cock immediately sprang up after he heard those magic words. He just stared at Siffrin in awe, still holding them.

"Here, let me get your pants." He finally said.

Siffrin nodded, and Isabeau undressed them fully. Once again, folding the clothes nice and neat, and placing them on the grass. Now with Siffrin's naked form ontop of him, Isabeau arched his hips, rubbing against Siffrin's pussy.

"Is this what you want?" He asked, tracing a line down Siffrin's chest.

They nodded. "I want to show you just how much you mean to me."

"You do that all the time, though." Isabeau said. "Not that I mind in the slightest!"

They kissed, tongues rolling over each other again and again. Then, Siffrin slowly slipped Isabeau's cock inside of them, gasping as their walls adjusted to the thick length. Gripping Isabeau's shoulders, and trembling with desire, Siffrin took it in, to the base.

"Siffrin…" Isabeau moaned, rubbing their ass.

"Isabeau." Siffrin panted, lust in their left eye.

"I'm yours." Isabeau took their hands into his, lacing their fingers together.

Siffrin began moving, very slowly, up and down. Every time they reached the base of his cock with their hips, they gasped loudly. Isabeau relished in all the sensations, not once letting go of their hands. Silence, broken by moaning from the two of them. Isabeau really wanted to grab Siffrin by their hips and thrust into them, but let Siffrin take the lead in this loving performance. Isabeau loved seeing their lithe body taking him in. From the furrowed brows, to the lip biting, the panting from Siffrin's hot mouth, and the subtle bounce of their perky breasts. Change, Siffrin was gorgeous.

As Siffrin was taking their time riding on top, their moans got louder as time passed. Shutting their eye in bliss, they squeezed Isabeau's hands. "Stars!" They shouted. Isabeau was panting heavily, mesmerized by the view before him. He looked down, watching Siffrin's hips connect with his, and groaned. "Faster, please, Siffrin."

"Touch me, squeeze me! Stars!" Siffrin shouted again, and Isabeau's hands moved to their chest, lightly squeezing and rubbing. Siffrin increased their pace, whimpering. They took his hands underneath their own, squeezing their breasts harder.

Siffrin sped up even more, gripping Isabeau's chest with equal force. The wetness, the warmth, Siffrin wanted this more than anything. And Isabeau loved it all.

"Ohh! Change! Siffrin!" Isabeau shouted, grabbing Siffrin's ass. "Uuugh! I'm gonna CUM!"

"Cum in me, cum in me! Please! I need you!"

Their moans got even louder. But neither Isabeau or Siffrin cared if they woke anyone. Moaning escalated to shouting, combined with the wet slapping of flesh upon flesh. Gripping Isabeau's shoulders tightly, Siffrin dove up and down as fast as they could manage. Siffrin gasped loudly, barely managing to choke out "stars!" again. Hands on their thighs, Isabeau yelled. Almost loud enough to pierce the night sky.

Siffrin shrieked, tilting their head back as multiple waves of pleasure wracked their body, spilling all over Isabeau. They were still riding him, squeezing their walls even harder.

"S-Siffrin! Siffrin!" Isabeau called out. "Agh!! My dick's gonna BURST!"

"Burst in me!" Siffrin pleaded, "Burst in me! Give me your seed!"

So much heat was building up inside of him. Just ready to explode. Isabeau gnawed at his lip, held his head back, gripping Siffrin's hips. But Siffrin tugged Isabeau's head forward, smothering him with a deep, wet kiss. Tongues danced again, with Siffrin mewling in desperation.

"Ah--agh!!" Isabeau exclaimed, unable to take much more.

Isabeau held Siffrin down, forcing them to stop, as hot white cum shot into them.

"Yes! Yes!" Siffrin cried out, drooling from the sensation of being filled. "F-fill my womb…"

He was still cumming. Still pouring all his love into them. Change, it felt sooo good. But it was overflowing. Past capacity. Thick ropes were spurting out of Siffrin, onto their thighs…and Isabeau's stomach. Isabeau was trembling, unable to stop unleashing deep inside of their cunt.

"Ha…haaaa…ghhhgh… S-Siffrin…" Isabeau took in shaky gulps of air, now utterly drenched in sweat and musk.

Now limp and utterly drained, Siffrin slid off of him, laying next to him on the soft grass. Minutes passed of just heavy, ragged breathing.

"Shimmering stars above…" Siffrin laughed. "You came A LOT, ehehehe."

Isabeau pulled Siffrin close, stroking their dark-and-lightless hair and rubbing their back. He kissed their forehead softly, with a smile.

"That was incredible." He whispered, to which Siffrin giggled again.

"I'm glad you enjoyed my performance." Siffrin purred, rubbing Isabeau's chest. They got up, and reached for Isabeau's dick again. "What do you think about…an encore?"

[dandyshucks]

anyways i literally full-on blushed today because i had the mental image with audio and everything of Guz and I just sort of slowdancing or just. swaying back and forth mostly in the kitchen or living room or smth and its warm inside and evening time like after dinner and we've just eaten a really nice meal so we're both feeling all happy and comfortable and this one specific xmas song is playing and I DO NOT EVEN LIKE THIS HOLIDAY. i have a ridiculous amount of triggers around it and it's been the cause of a lot of trauma so i simply cannot find it in myself to enjoy any part of the holiday unfortunately (i have tried so hard (w no success) to enjoy it bc i hate being labelled a "grinch" or "scrooge" just for ... having holiday-related trauma. cries.) but i was like "hmm. maybe... maybe i could enjoy certain small bits of the holiday if it was with him (or someone else one day that i love dearly and trust implicitly fdsjkl)" and i'm just. aougghh... psychic damage... -1 HP -1 HP -1 HP minecraft hurt noises as i sit here LITERALLY BLUSHING. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING.

i may have to add this to my list of art to make fhdsgjkl

[nicgoldomens]

1940's Slowdance

The rain lashed down outside the bookshop spattering rhythmically against the windows. Inside, Aziraphale and Crowley sat comfortably at the table with the soft glow of the candles lighting their gaze. They were gazing at each other of course, but neither could remember how long they had been sitting there lost in the pools of each other's eyes. Crowley floating languidly in the hues of blue, like cool water soothing his singed soul and Aziraphale stretching out under the warm yellow flames that took away all his tension. The nearly empty glasses of red wine were close by one of each of their hands and somehow, at some time during their gaze, their fingertips had touched resting on the table. Crowleys long, delicate fingers and slender fingertips connecting to the soft and rounded tips of Aziraphale's fingers by barely a whisper. And now they were both experiencing the sensation of a delicious warmth and tingle spreading up from the fingertips to their whole hands and arms. The radio was playing a slow, romantic melody and Aziraphale licked his lips and spoke, his voice a little strangled with hope

"Crowley, would you like to dance with me?"

Unable to speak, Crowley answered by standing up and taking hold of Aziraphale's hand. Still lost in each other's eyes they moved together seamlessly to the worn rug close to where the radio softly played.

🎵🎶 put your head on my shoulder🎶🎵

Arms wrapped around each other and with cheeks pressed closely together, they swayed gently in step. Aziraphale felt Crowley's lips brush his neck tenderly just behind his ear, and all his nerve endings exploded at the lightness of the touch. Crowley heard the sharp intake of breath from Aziraphale in that moment and then felt the quick exhale of pleasure on the side of his face, tickling over his sensitive tattooed skin.

They stayed slow dancing for a long time that night as the storm raged outside, an angel and a demon oblivious to all else but each other.

[fan-therapy]

Slowdance- Rain Ghoul x Reader

A/n: hehe silly little ghoul thoughts in my silly little head... those little bugs are in my brain.... Synopsis: Slow dancing with Rain. That's it. That's the story. Warnings- rainy's a little shy... nervous little bug :)

He's nervous- Y/n can tell.

Rain doesn't think he can dance... but neither did Y/n, before she actually tried.

"Rainy... calm down. Just relax." She mumbles, against his collarbone. His mask is long abandoned, lying on his bed and his hair falls into his eyes since it's not hidden away anymore.

"I can't dance." He mumbles. She slowly puts her arms over his shoulders- he smells like ocean and rainwater, salty and sweet at the same time. She sighs again, and he feels so sheepish, the same way he did when he was first summoned. God, he feels young again. He doesn't feel like a ghoul. No, more like a teenage boy talking to his crush for the first time.

She simply inhales his scent, looking up into his eyes with a pout on her lips. "C'mon. Just try? For me?"

He looks away- it's so embarrassing. If Dew were to see him now...

He would never be allowed to live it down.

Fine. He thinks. Fine. There's no choice. He finally rests a hand on Y/n's waist, and she grins, knowing that she won.

It's raining outside.

There's no music, but they can both hear his heartbeat- Y/n because she's leaned against him and Rain because he's so damn nervous that he can hear it in his ears. He has to bite the inside of his lip, fangs digging into his skin to try and calm himself. It doesn't take long for him to relax. It's just so warm and soft, Y/n feels so soft and warm against him. Maybe he doesn't know what he's doing, but suddenly he doesn't really mind it. It's just *nice.* Just so perfect.

[radiojamming]

oooo # 8 and 11 for questions that are fun to be asked!

8. Any recurring dreams?

Two of them! One is that there's an abandoned mall from the 1990s under my house and I just explore it until I wake up. The other's been floating around my head since I was like 9-ish? There's a house in a clearing and the first floor of the house is made out of white-painted large bricks with no visible door and high windows with checkered curtains. The second floor is all dark, unpolished wood and it's accessible by a rickety staircase. I go up to the second floor and the inside is one long room lined with benches. The benches on the far side of the room are occupied by women of different ages and they're all wearing white dresses. The women have a dead young man across their laps and they're washing his body very gently, stitching up any visible wounds, and wrapping him up in a white linen shroud. None of the women say anything to me, but every time, they smile and invite me to sit next to them and help them care for this guy. I stay there until I wake up.

All these years later and I still have no idea what that last dream means. I usually have it once a year tho.

11. What do you consider to be romance?

The hand flex from Pride & Prejudice (2005) and memories of my parents slowdancing in the kitchen while they talked about whatever. Like they'd try to figure out what to make for dinner and they would slowdance until they solved it.

[durgewyll]

2, 11, and 17 for the romance asks! 🩷

yayyy thank you!! <3 THIS GOT LONG OH GODS

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

Ajax gets a crush a few days after they met but it doesn’t turn into full-fledged love until Wyll offers to teach him how to play Alfira’s lute. (Which is also... pretty early on 😭) Despite the awful things he’s done, Wyll still shows him kindness and understanding that no one ever has. It’s such a simple gesture, but it’s all it takes for Ajax to fall. Wyll, on the other hand, doesn’t really trust Ajax at first, on account of the… uh… Dark Urge. Despite that, he sees Ajax is putting in the effort into fighting it. If anything, he understands the struggle of choice, and he greatly respects that he chooses right (almost) every time. So Wyll slowly starts to trust him. AND THEN. And then Ajax negotiates with Mizora to break his pact. Wyll’s fear/anxiety is so great that it resonates through the tadpole with Ajax as he says: What are you doing? and Ajax only replies, Trust me, and despite everything, Wyll does. In that moment, there’s no hesitation. Wyll immediately trusts him. And that, my friends, is the point of no return for Wyll.

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Wyll invites him to the League of the Lone Eye after Ajax loses his eye to Volo. They make lots of one-eye jokes and puns to each other and none of the companions are amused. Also, anytime Wyll experiences any type of inconvenience, Ajax offers to kill that person for him. As a joke, of course. (It takes a while for Wyll to realize he’s not actually serious, lol.)

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

They’re both very much acts of service with their love languages. Ajax with his paladin instinct to be devoted and utterly loyal and Wyll with his innate desire to help. Ajax insists on healing Wyll himself even when Shadowheart The Resident Healer is in the party. Some gay ass Lay On Hands action (h*lding h*nds). When there’s downtime, especially after a long and exhausting day, Wyll and Ajax just slowdance with each other in camp.