#yes good anons continue drawing its good for you :D

[darqx]

Do you have anymore drawings that we haven’t seen of Cain absolutely fucking up Rire? Idk about you but there’s something about Rire being put in his place by Cain that really makes makes my heart quiver 💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

I drew this to a Vengaboys compilation mix

[m1lfsh4ke]

Heyyyy, would you be able to do a student reader (student is 18) x Marilyn fic where student is cockwarming with Marilyn. Basically Marilyn is busy marking papers in her office but reader wants to be with her so Marilyn makes her sit on her lap whilst Marilyn is inside her??? I know this is a lot to ask so feel free to not write if it makes you uncomfortable 😭😭

Full of you | (18+)

warnings : cockwarming + riding + teacher/student + dirty talk + smut

hi anon :D ! I want to be entirely honest with you, this is my first time actually writing something that dealt with cockwarming, so my knowledge is poorly limited. I've read a few fics here and there to understand the fundamentals but I'm not sure if it does me any justice😭.

"Staying up late again?" your body lazily dragged itself to Ms. Thornhill's private office, her big hazel eyes darting towards the door as you closed it behind you with a click to the lock.

"Sweetheart.." she breathed out, "shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

"The bed felt empty without you, made it hard to get some rest." you pouted, pulling Marilyn's chair out enough to make some space just to squeeze yourself in and sit on top of her. "mph.. much better.." you softly whimpered, burying your face in the croak of her neck taking in her bittersweet scent, as one of her hands held you at your lower back, and the other resuming to marking papers.

As her hand rubbed the small of your back, she started to become aware of the clothing you were wearing. The fabric glided up beneath her fingertips when her hand hiked up your spine, making her feel a slight touch of your bare skin when she lowered it back down.

"You wore your nightdress when coming down?" Her voice interrupted you, making you pull away from the warmth of her neck to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, yes?" you giggled, not knowing what the issue was when its 11pm--way past the students time to be roaming the campus. "Is there a problem?" You fucking knew how possessive Ms. Thornhill was when it came to her star student being perceived by others, but you found it painfully attractive to be put in place by her.

"What if someone saw you in this." The dress was white, silk making it easier to draw out the shape of your breasts and your hardened nipples.

You got closer to her ear, planting a kiss just below her earlobe, feeling her body shiver. The hem of your nightdress was above your thighs, making your movements easier as you ground your clothed pussy down on Marilyn, making the two of you whimper. "They're not the one fucking it off of me" you breathed out with a smile, still continuing to grind down on Ms. Thornhill's already evident bulge.

She dropped her pen, whimpering at the friction as her hips stuttered up to feel more of you. "Poor baby.. here, let me get that for you." Your hand snaked its way to the waistband of her pants with your fingertips lightly playing with the hem. "Continue grading your papers, I'll take care of you" You kissed the side of her lips, finally dipping your hand past the waistband of her pants as she gasped, feeling your fingertips graze her dick.

"Fuck- keep playing with me, feels so good-" Her hips started to buck to your touch which you found adorable.

Tugging her pants along with her boxers down, you licked a stride of your hand and started to pump her dick, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "feels good doesn't it? little slut loves to fuck herself on my hand, yeah?" She tried her best to make her handwriting look neat and not wobbly, but that came to no avail as you started to line your dripping pussy atop of her.

Sinking down to her length, she let out a guttural moan as you hushed her with a kiss, tugging on her bottom lip.

"Sh-fuckk!- So big, Mari.." you whimpered, fully taking in her whole while you sat there for a moment. You could feel her dick throb inside of you as she tried her best inputting test scores.

"C-can I fuck you, please?" Her big doe eyes looked up at you as you looked in awe, caressing her face and brushing her hair away from her eyes.

"My polite baby, of course" Placing a kiss on her forehead, you grabbed her by her wrist and settled them on your hips as you sort of lifted yourself up from her lap, making her moan at how wet you felt.

She tightened her grasp on your hips as she started to fuck up to you, whimpering at how easy it is for her dick to slide in and out of you.

"That's it- ri-right there, yes!-" You slammed your hips down, taking her full length again, making the poor woman cry out a moan.

"My sweet angel, is this too much for you? Mommy fucking this dick good?" You panted out, continuing to relentlessly ride her as a strap from your dress began to fall down to your shoulders, exposing your cleavage as your boobs bounced every time you rode her.

"Fuck- Let me cum please- Wanna make sure you walk back to the room with my cum leaking down your thighs-" You moaned at her words, bouncing on top of her even faster as you leaned back against her desk

"Mari, sh-shit!-" A loud wanton moan escaped past your lips as she fucked you deep, painting your walls white. Her legs shook when you continued to slowly bounce on her, helping her ride out her high.

[kusakabesimp]

Heyheyhey I've been thinking about something which I'm not sure has been discussed before, so who better to ask than the number 1 simp with so much knowledge on this lovely man 🙏

Anyway, I was wondering...do you think Kusakabe has a binding vow that involves removing things, not restricted to but also including his clothes. Hear me out-

I've been reading chapter 254 for the umpteenth time and it got me wondering if that's a way he found to activate his Simple Domain, much like Nanami wraps his tie around his hand to activate Overtime. The panel in which he removes his suit jacket shows that he dodged some slashes from Sukuna that made a structure crumble, but the man came out unscathed. The same happened in Shibuya, he had all of his clothes on then some of them poofed out of existence once Panda found him.

Final question: would he have defeated Sukuna if he had opted to throw hands shirtless instead of unleashing Hazy Moon-

Ok don't mind that last one lol thanks for providing such great content and spreading the love for this man, he really deserves it and you make his character even more special with your countless contributions, thank you and keep at it ❤️

Hi, Anon! TYSM for your question and also for your kind words. I'm so happy that you and others are enjoying my content. 🍭🍭 That means the world to me!!

You bring up so many good Kusa topics, and I'm so excited to talk about all of them!! Let's start with your question about the binding vow and then move on to the portion about his jacket, where I'll analyze that entire section of the fight. (bless my friend @jjk-eugie who has to put up with this level of my Kusa analysis literally every day)

First question: Binding Vows. Kusakabe's Simple Domain does not have any type of binding vow. Gojo confirms this in Ch 254. "Kusakabe does it without a binding vow and with a super-wide range." Most sorcerers need one for SD, but Atsuya's skill level is far beyond anyone who can use Simple Domain.

Canonically, Simple Domain has different rules and applications depending on who is casting it and who or what is affected by it. Kusakabe's is multi-functional, and he tailors its use to suit specific situations. It can be used offensively or defensively, either on its own or in conjunction with New Shadow Style sword drawing, to achieve various boosts and effects.

But wait — THERE'S EVEN MORE! Like, a lot more! >>click if you want more Kusa insanity<<

OK! Moving on to your question about the jacket. So, while it's not any sort of binding vow, the trenchcoat, and later the suit jacket, play a crucial role in his fighting technique. This entire scene beautifully demonstrates Kusakabe's mastery of both martial arts and sorcery.

First, the trenchcoat. I've labeled these panels with letters and directional arrows so the explanations are easier to visualize. Read L to R (yes, I know, it's the opposite of manga, but go with it for this post).

(Left) Atsuya, realizing that his katana is broken, (Right) quickly pulls the trenchcoat down in front of Sukuna's face to conceal the direction of his next attack.

(Left) The trenchcoat is now over Sukuna's face (A), and Atsuya hits him with two strikes - (B) a straight jab and (C) an open-palmed backhand.

(Right) Sukuna throws the jacket aside so he can see (D), but without being able to anticipate the direction, he only manages to partly deflect Kuskabe's hook kick targeted at his head (E). Atsuya is employing a typical martial arts strategy -- when you already have rotational energy from your initial attack (in this case, a punch), you can use that momentum to continue moving in that direction if your opponent tries to move out of range. A kick often follows the punch because the leg has a much longer range.

(Left) Kusakabe pulls his jacket off with his right hand (A) but continues to hold it. At the same time, he makes a gesture (B) with his left hand — this is important!! This specific hand gesture is rooted in ancient Taoism and is sometimes seen in modern Wushu. It is believed to be a way of harnessing energy or chi, whether to achieve inner peace or to gather explosive spiritual power. Essentially, he's gathering cursed energy for his next attack.

(Right) As Kusakabe lands, he moves the jacket across his body to his left hand (C). This serves two purposes. First, it disguises his next move, as his hand is now completely hidden (D). Second, it acts as a feint. Since Kusakabe is right-handed, movement from the left would be unexpected.

(Left) And there's the katana in his left hand!! We see it's imbued with the cursed energy he just gathered. But take a look at his right hand. This open-palmed position is a traditional training technique for balancing and controlling one-handed weapons. Which, at this point, that's what the broken katana is.

(Right) While his left hand channels energy, his right hand moves down the blade towards the tsuba (handguard) for balance and stability.

**More on this further down**

OK, your next question: How did he dodge Sukuna's Dismantle without damage? I'm assuming you meant the panel on the left here. It's because of the specific application of his SD for this situation. At the beginning of the chapter, Atsuya mentions that he can only dodge because he's been relying on his own speed and his ability to anticipate the direction of Sukuna's cursed energy. But activating his SD increases his speed and makes dodging easier (among other things). He can focus better on combat because he can react faster.

So, why did he end up getting slashed protecting Higuruma his husband? Again, it's because of how he applied SD in that particular situation. In Chapter 245, he's using SD to offer defensive support solely to Higuruma -- he told him so specifically. (THEY ARE MARRIED; NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE). Kusakabe uses his speed to outpace Sukuna's attack and ensure that Higuruma is within his Simple Domain. Because -- We know from Kusakabe that his SD can nullify a direct hit from Cleave/Dismantle, as well as reduce the damage, but it can't completely neutralize the spell. So he tries to deflect as much as possible, and then ends up taking the brunt of the remaining damage. That's why he gets hurt — he's not attempting to dodge, he's literally throwing himself in front of the attack.

Last question - Bonus! Could he have defeated Sukuna by throwing hands rather than using Hazy Moon? Well, there's a reason why he uses Hazy Moon specifically. In Chapter 251, Yuji attempted to separate Megumi's soul from Sukuna, dealing another blow to his weakened RCT. At this point, Sukuna is expending a lot of CE to keep his heart beating, as Maki pointed out in Chapter 252 (Left.)

At this point in the fight, Kusakabe's best bet is to exploit this weakness, but he has to get close to do that. Hence, the feint with the suit jacket. Unfortunately, Sukuna anticipated it (Right) -- but everything's fine! Totally fine! We don't need to talk about this anymore *heavy sobbing*

I hope that answers your question, Anon! Maybe more than you wanted to know. TYSM for all your love and support! Again, it makes me so happy! 🍭🍭

[sailorshadzter]

Drogon shows aggression toward Sansa in the field (The dragon mirrors D*ny's feelings). Rhaegal comes to the rescue with Jon racing to Sansa's side. Ends like Hunger Games: Catching Fire when Peeta hit the wall ----- Sansa calms Jon down while outsider POV's realize something about the two.

Thank you!!

anon, i must confess, ive never seen the hunger games! not one of them! so, i couldnt really take any inspiration from that moment you mentioned. hopefully you like this all the same. :)

also, side note, first piece ive written to speak now (taylors version) and it felt soooo good! SO THANKS.

send me prompts

Sansa can’t say what draws her out to the dragon’s field- as they’ve come to call it since their arrival- but her footsteps lead her out to it all the same. A cold sense of anticipation flutters through her limbs but she cannot quite call it fear, but rather, she is intrigued by the beasts that once were thought long dead to the world. She knows what she’s doing is absolutely stupid, reckless, and she can hear Brienne and Arya both scolding her fiercely even now as she walks, though it does not deter her as she makes her way to the field. 

As she steps through the line of trees, she can hear it, the low rumble of the black-scaled dragon that sits several yards away, its wings tucked against its back, its head low as it rips apart what she can only assume is a sheep. The other dragon, the greenish one, she sees is not here, perhaps off hunting something of its own. With her first foot step onto the field, the dragon raises its head, ever so slightly, those hellish red eyes staring back at her as a wisp of smoke escapes its open jaws. Drogon, she knows this one is called, the larger of the two dragons and certainly the Targaryen queen’s favorite. Of the two, she also knows this one to be a bit more aggressive, more like his mother than perhaps anyone else might dare to say. “I haven’t come to hurt you,” she calls out, softly, hopefully, gloved hands rising up in a gesture of fealty. “Mere curiosity,” she continues, knowing the dragon likely doesn’t even understand her. She wishes now that she knew even a small phrase in the dragon queen’s native tongue, for perhaps then she might say something to the dragon it would know. 

Well, beyond that one phrase, she supposes. 

Back at Winterfell, Jon is suddenly overcome with a sense of dread that he cannot shake. And so, he excuses himself from the conversation he’s been engaging in and steps out into the main hallway, Stark colored eyes searching for something. It takes him but a moment more to realize he wasn’t searching for something, but rather, someone. “Have you seen Lady Stark?” He asks the nearest lord, who’s come round the corner, only to shake his head before passing on. Jon purses his lips and moves towards the double doors that would lead out into the courtyard. “Lord Royce, have you seen my sister?” He questions the older man, who is standing in a semi circle of other lords, overseeing some carts of supplies being unloaded. 

“Ah, yes, she said she was to take a quick stroll around the grounds, last I saw of her she was headed west,” the man replies before he returns to his task at hand, falling back into the conversation Jon had just interrupted. 

That sense of dread rushes through him, colder, stronger, as his eyes glance in the direction Lord Royce had pointed. West… He swallows just as Rhaegal flies overhead, letting out a piercing shriek that has every man in the courtyard ducking for cover. But, the dragon does not stop, does not swoop lower, but rather continues on towards the field in which he and Drogon are often found feeding.

And then it clicks. 

Jon turns on his heel and begins to run. 

The dragon hovers before her, those gleaming eyes unwavering in their glare as he looms even closer. She’s holding her breath, daring not to move, cursing herself for what she’s gotten herself into. Truth was, she hadn’t thought for a moment the dragon would hurt her without his mother’s word, but now that she’s staring him in the face, she quite remembers that dragons are, well, dragons. Her heart is hammering hard within her chest and she glances left and then right, wondering for a split second if she might be able to run, but even that thought is laughable to her. No, the truth was, she’s gotten herself into quite a mess. 

But then, from overhead, she hears the shrieking of the other dragon. 

Rhaegal circles inward and touches down, not beside his brother as she assumed he would, but rather beside her, facing his brother. Those bronze colored eyes glare back at the red, as if daring the other dragon to make a move, any move at all. 

“Sansa!” She whips her head back at the sound of her name being shouted, no, bellowed, from the treeline. And it’s Jon there, frantic and wild as he races towards her, his arm coming around her and dragging her backwards just as Drogon lets out a belch of fire, pitched upwards towards the sky, but one which they both feel the heat from as they slip back into the trees, back to safety. “What were you thinking?” He’s asking at once, taking her by the shoulders, holding her at arm’s length, voice torn between concern and anger. 

“I was curious,” she says simply, breathlessly, sagging against him as his arms come around her. “I’m alright, Jon, I promise,” she says when she draws back, noting his pallor, his shaking hands. “I am sorry for worrying you like that,” she goes on, gently patting his cheek, tilting her head as she holds fast to his gaze. “I don’t quite know what came over me, but I had to see them up close, with my own two eyes.” Jon musters up a laugh because somehow, someway, this makes sense to hear. It was as she said, she was alright, but he must hold her close once more, drawing her in as closely as he can, breathing her in, relishing in the softness of her body against him. 

And that would how they’d stay, if only for a short while longer.

From where she stands, Arya watches with wide eyes.

She had heard the shrieking of the dragons and Lord Royce had mentioned Jon had run off in that same general direction, so off she’d followed, wondering what could have him rushing off in haste. Now, she understands, now she sees. Truth was, Arya supposes she isn’t all that surprised by what she sees- there had always been something different between the two of them, something that had not been there when they’d been children within the walls of Winterfell. But rather something new and beautiful that blossomed between two people who knew and understood one another in a way no one else ever really could. 

Arya smirks and then lets out a soft chuckle, then turns away, heading back towards Winterfell, leaving them there, locked in an embrace with only the trees to bear witness to whatever might come next.

[4dtk]

hi!!! are you taking smut requests? ignore this if you dont but if you are, can i request morning sex with mark?

nectar (mark)

warnings/tags: irl porn at the end for visualisation, blowjob, cum swallowing, riding, unprotected sex, pwp, brief face-sitting

word count: 1.9k

a/n: sure anon <3, this is for fem!reader btw. link at the end contains irl porn pleaaase don't click unless you're comfortable!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“oh man… he’s knocked out cold,” you mumble, squinting at the bright light seeping in through the windows. it baths the room in warmth perfectly, providing that gentle caress of apollo in the messy room that you could half call your home at this point. like the complicated wires of his recording software bundled up at the corner, you were entangled tightly with mark’s complicated life as an idol, having had met the man at a concert where the group’s lightstick hit you in the face, hard.

it had become a running joke ever since you’ve been coming over to the dorms more and more, even getting you a celebratory cake that said please don’t injure her again when mark had finally confessed after months of pestering from the members. johnny had whispered to you that maybe you could finally get your revenge by slamming mark’s face into the cake.

giggling quietly at the memory from two years ago, you’re finally met with mark’s peaceful face, deep in slumber. the sun hardly touches him, blocked by your body as you propped your upper body up with an elbow. he looks so beautiful, so so divine that you can’t help but trail a hand over his covered body, blanket up to his neck since he gets cold easily.

“mmhm…” he mumbles, albeit still unconscious with the slightest knit of his eyebrows. you’re on high alert with that expression, observing him for a few seconds more if he really did happen to have a bad dream. his breaths seem to be laboured, irregular and needy that you catch on without fail. while you readjust yourself under the covers, your knee brushes against his centre to test the waters while your eyes drink in the furrowing of his eyebrows and shaky breathless whimpers he lets out.

“oh. so it’s that kind of dream,” a smirk is plastered on your face, frequenting the contact of your knee against his crotch as you rub him through the fabric. mark thrashes in the sheets below you, obvious that your movements are only fuelling the nasty, dirty fantasy he’s having in his sleep. with a hand, it slips inside his shorts to squeeze the bulge, adding and removing pressure that mark straight up ruts into your hand.

“a..ahn… (y/n)…” he mumbles out, digging his face deeper into the pillow with a tense to his muscles, on edge like intense dance practices and when mark’s just striving to make you cum behind closed doors. right now, you smile to yourself with the tables turned, speeding up your hand. the covers are thrown off of you and you take the chance to see how much he’s making a mess through the underwear, hips shimmying out of the loose sweatpants to chase the tempting touch of your skin on his dick.

you’re so zoned in on the sight that you don’t realise mark’s already awoken, the scrunch on his face displaying the mix of immense pleasure and the annoying headache he’s feeling due to a hangover. like a vice, your hand tightens around his hardening cock that it draws a long moan out of him and you have to bite your lip from concealing your own. the other fists the bedsheets, finger tapping against the cotton; a habit you noticed he does when he's close.

"ack!" you exclaim when mark takes over, meeting his familiar dick as he fishes it out of his underwear, now fully rock hard with beads of pre-cum leaking from its tip. the idol wastes no time in forcing your mouth on him, smiling when it's thrusted so deep that it touches the back of your throat; you gag uncomfortably but recover rather quickly, humming around his length. the warmness of your mouth mimics your pussy so good, and mark can't help but continue the bucking of his hips.

it reminds mark of the countless many sessions he's had with you, hot and heavy in the recording studio as you fucked ruthlessly in the soundproof toilet. shivering and toe-curling on the vibrating washing machine, stimulating your clit while mark hit it from the back. maybe mark's checking off all the boxes, because the way your eyes look up at him at half-mast, desire swirling in your eyes, sinks him into a trance. the gentle whisper of sun rays paint your body like a renaissance painting, splayed over his legs and the remainder of the duvet covers. maybe this is the check box that marks the time where he lazily fucks into you as you struggle to hold in your moans, voice raspy from the morning.

likewise, the thought of mark's cock in you makes you shift uncomfortably, the wet patch on your underwear undeniably growing by the minute with your core pulsating and throbbing. his hands hold your head in place, fingers carding through your locks laced with possibly last night's drunken sweat. they pull back your hair, creating a small ponytail while you tease the tip with your tongue and lick a stripe up his shaft. the sounds you make with your mouth could rival the ones you're making with your fingers on your core, moaning the slurping up his pre-cum that has his length twitching.

"y-yes... oh fuuuck, (y/n)..." his head is thrown back as your bob your head, trailing your hands over his torso where you can feel the contraction and expansion of his ribs. it doesn't take long for mark to cum, hips halting its movements for a second to pump your mouth full of his seed. a smile breaks through when you cringe at the taste, but he's sure you don't mind it since you've done it many times before. "c'mere, angel."

the name makes you grin, getting off the comfort of his thighs to let him taste himself, indulging in a short kiss before mark takes the chance to tug at your shorts. he thumbs it down without effort, coming right off your bottom half as you manoeuvre from knee to knee to let the man take it off.

mark whistles lowly at how soaked you are, a lazy, boyish grin taking over his features as his fingers slip between your folds. they shamelessly leak more juices when mark's digits make contact with your clit, already clenching over cock that you haven't even received. slowly, they trickle down the expanse of his hand and your thighs, a lone string of arousal connecting from your cunt to the tip of his finger.

"so wet, so early in the morning," mark giggles, mirroring your earlier action as he prods at your mouth with those fingers. you taste yourself on him, suckling and licking around them like you just did to his length. "i'll fit right in, won't i?"

you make a noise of approval before grabbing his dick, inching it into you gently and gradually. mark bottoms out and you mewl, shivering at how deep he's in you without any effort before grinding down on him. the little tufts of hair on his skin brush against your sensitive spots near your folds that make the pleasure all the better, and you have to brace yourself with both hands on his chest.

"feel good, honey?" mark's found clarity in his voice now, voice dripping exactly like the pet name while you continued to get used to the seemingly growing erection in you. with eyes closed from both the pleasure and the increasing brightness of a new day, your hips move on their own accord, moving up and down his dick at a slow pace.

"'s good, mark," you babble, instantly speeding up your ministrations. his cock splits you open so good even if you aren't going at your usual pace, choking out mixes of moans and whimpers along with the sounds of your ass descending on his dick.

"you're so d-deep, mark! ooh, hhnn..." your arms are ready to give out, opting instead to lay on his chest with a small pound me leaving your lips. your arms go around him to clutch at the headboard, the sudden snap of mark's hips elicits a dramatic gasp from you. he's filling you up to the brim, and the groan in your ear shows the similar feeling that mark's experiencing.

mark takes your order to heart, the force of his hips continuing their assault on your poor, poor pussy so early in the morning. "babe, you're so- fucking- t-tight, holy shit!" a breathless laugh, a hand to your ass, butterfly kisses along your collarbone, everything else is forgotten except for those few things that dance around in your mind.

"faster, deeper, please...!"

his chuckle is interrupted by a groan, "i'm at my fastest, baby. i did go all out for our last concert yesterday."

the squelching sounds coming from between your legs make you cry out, drool dripping down the sides at your mouth as mark takes up more of your mind. mark, mark, mark falls from your lips repeatedly as he rocks in and out,

"you-" a soft, delirious giggle escapes you at mark's reference to the concert yesterday.

"no words, huh? maybe i should fuck you till you're babbling nonsense," the lack of response makes mark smile against your skin, mouth latching onto your neck.

with the little tap of his finger against your ass and the falter of his thrusts, you know he's close to reaching his peak. his sloppy movements still bring out the worst in you, either way, moans increasing tenfold as his cock continues to impale you. you hold onto his bicep for life, body rocking deliciously against his.

you're so warm, both inside and out, forehead already producing beads of sweat as your hot cavern clenches around his shaft repeatedly. mark pounds into your pussy relentlessly, brushing up against that spot that makes your body convulse before you're gushing and cumming around him, juices leaking non-stop onto the sheets while the knot continues to be undone.

"ahnn- mark! maaark..." the drawl of his name makes the other's eyes roll back in pleasure, not giving you the chance to recover as he pulls his cock out of you. there's an endless trail of profanities leaving his mouth while he pumps out the last bit of restraint out of him, finally letting go on his stomach when he looks at your spasming body, pussy dripping with both your juices.

his cock spurts out hot, white cum, staining his stomach before he lets out a satisfying whine and other breathless words that you can't catch on to. you swipe up his seed with your finger, dipping it into your mouth like dessert that you hum around it.

"i guess i won't need breakfast for a while," you joke, clenching your thighs together to prevent the further dirtying of your sheets. you did change it a week ago...

"ah. no no, don't close 'em," mark beckons you closer with his finger, "i won't need breakfast, either."

you know what's in store for you when the other licks his lips, a sick grin appearing on his face. and when you finally take your rightful place on his face, you find that you'll never get tired of mark's tongue laid flat against your soaking cunt, lapping all that you can offer that mark describes tastes like honey, like nectar. you tell him he's lying, but who are you to judge the words of someone who eats you out so good?

one day, you'll be convinced, but for now, you're fine with accepting the embarrassing compliments from mark, since he's the only one that makes your pussy flutter like a little slut.

(it's irl porn, please please don't click unless you're comfortable) how i imagine mark would fuck you <3

[crystalessenceswrites]

congratulations!!! <3 you deserve it. also, would you do prompts 8 & 52 from the “more nsfw” list for boba?

Thank you lovely anon!! Thank you for the request. I was hoping to have this out yesterday for May the 4th but honestly Revenge of the 5th seems a bit more appropriate for Boba anyways.

Boba Fett x fem!reader Rating: E (18+) Warnings: Warnings: Swearing, explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, implied d/s relationship, some exhibitionism (don’t ask me where the fuck that came from), bratty reader and Boba being a bit of an ass

#8 “I don’t give two shits that we’re in public and people are watching” & #52 “use your words like a good girl”

You had never gone to Boba with the intention of acting up; you were familiar enough with his punishments and scoldings, and never willfully brought them upon yourself. There was just something about the bounty hunter that brought out your bratty side. Maybe it was the smug ego of his that always managed to get a rise out of you. Or maybe, deep down, you had a penchant for getting into trouble, pushing the boundaries he laid out for you. Either way, when you had made your way down to the throne room that evening, it had been with completely pure intentions. Boba had been away, taking care of business off world for a couple of weeks, leaving you to occupy yourself at the palace all by your lonesome. Normally after such trips Boba would return home to you and your shared bed. Neither of you would leave till both of you were properly sated and satisfied. For some reason Boba had not deemed that necessary today. Instead, he was off holding criminal court, overseeing his underground empire instead of fucking you into your mattress like you so desperately needed.

If he would not come to you then it left you no other option than to seek him out, or at least that was what you told yourself as you slipped into the smokey room. The party of the evening was in full swing, loud and crowded, with Boba spread out on his throne above it all. He swirled a glass of glowing spotchka in one hand, more for looks than anything, as he had yet to remove his beskar helmet. His dark visor did not venture in your direction, but you doubted he failed to notice your appearance.

No one dares to approach as you make you way up to the dais, slinking up to your lovers’ side as your gauzy dress flutters around you. His helmet tilts slightly as you settle onto the arm of the throne, but he remains silent, gaze fixed on the crowd.

He leaves you alone in your rooms, so you come down to see him, dressed to the nines and your best smile and he has the audacity to ignore you? It was like he wanted you to act up for him. Pouting, you drag one hand up his arm till your leaning on his pauldron, “Boba.”

“What, Princess?” he hums, helmet still fixed forward on the hazy room.

“I missed you Boba,” you would have batted your eyes at the man for extra effect but he’s not even giving you the time of day. “I was lonely up in bed all by myself.”

“Then maybe you should go upstairs and wait for me like a good girl, cyare.”

“Wait? I’ve been waiting Boba,” you whine.

His helmet tips up ever so slightly. He’s rolling his eyes at you. Kriffing ass. “I’ll be up soon.”

“Sure,” you puff, “soon.” Before you can go to stand and make a dramatic exit the world spins around you. One armor covered arm drags you down into the mandalorian’s lap. He situates you laying across him, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting dangerously close to the apex of your thighs.

“Such a needy brat, whining and pouting in front of everyone when you don’t get what you want.” His condescending tone is low in your ear, crackling through his modulator. “Coming down here all dressed up just to distract me from my work. What am I going to do with you, brat?”

“I’m only needy because someone’s ignoring me so he can act like a big bad bounty hunter,” you snap back, arms crossed as you try to turn away in his hold.

“So we’re taking back now, are we?”

Your stomach drops at the dark shift in his voice, regret washing over you. That was a button you should not have pushed and here you were running straight into it.

“Boba-”

His grip tightens, warning you of your precarious position. “I don’t want to hear anything out of that pretty mouth of yours unless its an apology for your behavior.”

The idea rubs you the wrong way, he was the one trying to draw a rise out of you, per usual. Lips pressed into a line you shake your head. Screw Boba and screw his apology.

Chest rumbling, one gloved hand drags up the inside of your thighs. Warm leather brushes against your panties. “Someone needs a lesson then.”

“Here?” You don’t have to look out over the throne room to know your arrival had drawn the attention of most of the criminals in the room.

“Yes, brat. Here. I don’t give two shits that we’re in public and people are watching. Someone needs to remember who’s she’s talking to.” Shoving aside the soft fabric his thumb attacks your clit as one thick finger sinks between your lips. The first burning stretch draws tears to your eyes, pearling along your lashes. His hand may be buried under the layers of your skirt but its still painfully obvious to anyone who looks what the mandalorian is doing to you.

The thought is thrilling and terrifying as Boba continues to work you open on his fingers. Mewling you bury your face into the space between his helmet and pauldron. The two of you were not always discreet when it came to your relationship. More than once Boba had taken you in storage closets, down darkened hallways where your cries echoed out for anyone nearby to hear. Once he’d finger fucked you under a table in a cantina during a meeting with an informant, but this was something else entirely. This was an audience. While the thought of him staking his ever-possessive claim on you in front of the galaxy’s worst scum had you gushing around his gloved fingers it wasn’t what you wanted tonight. You wanted you and Boba, wrapped around each other in the dark safety of your own bed.

Bleary eyed you pull away from the comfort of Boba’s chest, “Boba…”

“Oh? Is someone ready to apologize now?” Helmet cocked to the side he slips a second finger into your sopping hole, his ministrations never ceasing.

Biting you lip to suppress a cry at the sudden addition you nod up at him, trying to meet his gaze through the dark T staring back.

“So, use your words like a good girl. You had so many of them earlier.”

You can picture the smirk behind the helmet, of so proud of himself for getting you to crumble around him so easily. It takes all the self-control you can muster not to snap, to not push back against that damned ego.

“I’m sorry I talked back to you Boba… and I’m sorry I was being a brat. I just missed you… a lot.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, Princess?” he coos, rubbing his free hand along your sides in soothing circles.

“No, Boba…”

“Well then, why don’t we go upstairs at let me show you how much I missed you, pretty girl.”

Who were you to argue with that?

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Can you do a nsfw korekiyo x female reader birthday scenario? Love your writing btw, it’s a really good example to use for grammar and wording when I’m trying to write <33

Aww tysm Anon! My grammar may not always be perfect— sometimes I make bad grammatical choices on purpose, too— but I’m glad you’re learning and trying to improve your own skills!

This is a Non-Despair AU of course. Female!Reader in this case also means Cis Female, as that is what I am better able to draw experience from as a writer.

Read it under the cut! NSFW WARNING for sexual content!

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Your boyfriend returned from the kitchen, having finished cleaning dinner’s dishes. You’re sitting on his couch, so you don’t see him, but you hear his soothing voice and gentle footsteps.

“Have you enjoyed your day, darling?”

You turn over your shoulder to see him holding a small velvet box about the size of his palm.

“Oh, Kiyo, you didn’t need to get me anything,” He handed the box to you, so you know it’s a birthday present.

You snap the lid up and inside the white satin lining sits a black faceted crystal pendant, entwined in black cord that’s been woven in a diamond pattern, securing it to the black metal chain.

“Kiyo,” you take the necklace out of the box and hold it in front of you, admiring its shine in the evening light, “This is gorgeous; thank you so much.”

You unclasp the back and separate the chain to put it on immediately, but Kiyo sits next to you and says “Allow me.”

You move so your back is to your partner, and he takes the necklace from your hands. You take your hair in your hands and brush it out of the way so it won’t get caught in the clasp.

As you feel the cold chain against your neck, you smile, and touch the stone, feeling the wrappings between your fingers.

You purse your lips. Maybe this is a sign.

When you first started seeing Kiyo, he made his preferences clear. You got an explicit understanding of what he likes because he values communication.

When he took rope out of a dresser drawer one night, you got anxious. But, since communicating is so important to him, you confessed you weren’t too sure whether you wanted to do anything like that yet.

“Yes, I understand,” he said softly, “the possibility of exploring new sensations can be anxiety-inducing. We do not have to do anything if you aren’t certain it is what you want to do.”

But the longer you’ve been together, the more you think about those ropes. The image of his hands gripping the jute strands has run through your mind countless times.

The smooth stone wrapped up, feeling the contrast between your fingertips... you can’t help but wonder.

“Kiyo,” you say, trying to work up your confidence, “I know it’s my birthday and all, but... maybe I could give you a present tonight, too?”

“Oh?” He’s intrigued

You turn around and kiss him, always happy he trusts you enough to not hide behind his signature mask when you’re alone together. When you pull away and look at his smile, you try to elaborate through the obvious fluster on your face, “I know you’ve always w-wanted to... tie me up.”

He brushed hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek as he said “Darling, you know I’d only want to do that if it’s something you want, as well. But... I would be lying if I denied it outright.”

“I... want to try it,” you admitted, “Maybe we could do some simple stuff? See if I like it?”

He brought you back and tenderly kissed your lips. “I’d be honored,” he said after he broke away

He got up from the sofa and offered you a hand. With your hands entwined, he led you to his bedroom. The nerves are there, but Kiyo’s hand is gentle and reassuring.

Once he dimmed the lights in his bedroom, he began to kiss you again, delicately grazing his hands up and down your arms, then to your waist and hips. He stopped at the small of your back and held on tight, pulling your body flush to his.

Your hands are comfortably behind his back, playing with his silky dark hair. It’s one of your favorite things to do, whether you’re kissing him or not.

And now you feel him unzipping your dress, so you move your hands to unbutton his shirt. You both pull away, smiling as you undress each other.

The cotton sleeves and bodice slide down your arms and rest at your elbows as you expose more of his chest.

And with each button you popped open, the faster your heart beat.

You’ve been with Kiyo for some time now, it’s not like you haven’t had sex with him before, but you feel the way you did back when you were going to have sex for the first time. Your breathing is shallow and your chest is tight and you feel heat all over your body.

The dress fell off of you once your arms were down, and he removed his shirt, carefully setting it on the dresser that you knew contained what you asked for.

He brought you close again. His hands on your waist and yours against his chest, he whispered, “You are so beautiful,” into your neck before kissing it with force, bringing a sound from you for the first time tonight

As he sucked and nipped at your neck, he guided you toward the bed. You’ve been in here many times before, so you have a good sense of where it is, and didn’t need to be forced on once you felt the mattress and bed frame against the back of your legs.

He leaned forward, hair falling into his face, his palms pressed against the dark sheets. He gently explained “I thought perhaps we could try things that enhanced sensations you already enjoy,” one of his hands moved to your upper thigh and was brushing it delicately, “I’ll describe everything before we begin to make sure you approve. Is that alright?”

Your legs were instinctively spreading as you nodded your approval to him.

“Wonderful,” he started to kiss you and you felt his fingers begin to prod at you, stroking the fabric that still covered you up

You against his mouth as he found your clit and applied pressure, knowing exactly what to do to make you melt.

Your hips were already twitching. It was likely the anticipation that got you going.

His hand moved under the waistline and he slid two fingers down, feeling just how wet you’ve become. The fingers pressed against your entrance, and barely made it inside before he brought them back out again, and you couldn’t help but whine.

“Be patient, love,” he cooed into your ear before leaving you

You pouted and started touching yourself as you watched him approach the infamous dresser. You started taking off your underwear now— the waiting was unbearable.

“Make yourself comfortable, Y/N,” he beckoned, gesturing to the bed, now with rope in his hand, and something you couldn’t quite distinguish resting underneath the bundle of jute.

You moved from the side of the mattress to the center, sitting against the headboard. He smirked as he made his way back to you, feeling the rope in his fingers as he spoke, “I don’t want to start with anything too drastic,” he was climbing onto the bed now, straddling over your legs, reminding you of his full height, “If I bind your wrists to the bed frame, that’s all you’d need to fixate on the sensations.”

He explanations were sexy enough on their own. You tried to subtly grind your thighs together as you listened to his sensual descriptions of your body focusing on what he would do to you since you wouldn’t be able to move your hands. “This can be amplified even more if I were to blindfold you,” he offered, “How does that sound?”

As much as you like looking at Kiyo when you have sex, trying this is at least worth a shot. You tell him you want him to do everything he described.

You watch, biting your lip as he gingerly takes each of your hands and secures the rope to the bar that’s at the top of the otherwise hollow bed frame. Your wrists are above your head, embraced by... it’s less harsh than you imagined. When you saw rope in his hands previously, you imagined a coarseness to them that would scratch your skin. You can feel the teeth of the material constrict you, but it’s clearly cotton, or some other fabric you’d have in your wardrobe.

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Good,” you reply

“Wonderful. Let me know how this is,” he smirked again and his fingers returned.

You sighed with delight feeling him touch you again, and when he instantly was able to slide two fingers in, you gasped, feeling a heat rise to your face. You didn’t realize just how turned on you were, and felt sheepish that you were so ready so quickly. He curled his fingers and beckoned “Enjoying yourself?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhaled with hitched breath

“Good.” His fingers slipped out of you and then he pressed them back inside, deeper than before, forcing a shout followed by a dazed smile from you

“D-do that again, please,” you whimpered

He chuckled as he continued to maneuver his fingers inside you, now adding his thumb to your clit, making you write and drip. “Patience, darling.”

You whined, “Please, Kiyo, it was so good.”

“I’m glad,” he quickened his pace and your hips were bucking into his hand, “But I think you’ll enjoy it more in a few moments.”

His fingers slowly slid out and he looked you in the eye as he licked them clean. You tried to move your wrists to continue where he left off, but were quickly reminded that wouldn’t be possible tonight. You tried to bring your thighs together but your partner is in between them. You can’t recall the last time you were this in need but couldn’t do anything about it yourself.

Kiyo reached over and revealed a black silk piece of fabric that was under the bundle of rope before. “If you cannot see, your other senses will heighten,” he explained, taking delight in seeing you squirm beneath him

You frantically nodded your head in approval, and he chuckled as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, it was black, and his hands were back on your thighs. He was right. It was all you could focus on.

Suddenly, his breath was against your skin, and you were starting to sweat as your legs were pushed further open. “I can work with my fingers once more if you’d like, but truth be told, I am craving release as well, and would adore sex right now. You look so beautiful, Y/N.”

Just hearing him ask and feeling his words reverberate against you made you feel yourself get even wetter. “Take me, then,” you exhaled

Kiyo sighed with a twisted pleasure, a bit away from you now, and you heard the buckle of his belt click, then the pleather of the belt slide through the loops on his pants. You heard fabric move and jostle and you imagined he was naked now. And when you heard the crinkling of plastic you knew he had put on a condom.

He held on to your ass and lifted your hips up. The tip of his cock was teasing you, making you shudder. “Are you ready, love?” He asked

You thought he would be able to feel how ready you were, but he does value communication. “Yes,” you sighed

He entered you slowly, and you were already starting to quiver. Your back was already arched and feeling him was all you could focus on. That, and the necklace. The crystal slid across your chest as he lifted you up. “K-Kiyo,” you gasped

“Is something wrong, darling?” He had stopped everything he was doing

“N-no, everything is good, but,” you took a breath, “did you want to take off the necklace?”

“I think the obsidian is beautiful against your breast,” he admitted, “But if you want it removed—“

That’s actually kind of sweet. Sweet, and also pretty sexy. “No, it can stay on if you like it so much,” you smiled, but were trembling, aching to get back to where you left off, “Please keep going; I need you— ah!”

As soon as you said ‘I need you’, he thrusted. Your legs brought themselves tighter around his waist as he steadied his pace.

Kiyo’s not typically one for noises during sex... or so you thought. You could now hear muffled grunts coming from him as he pounded into you. Did he always do that, and this is just part of the amplified senses thing; that you can hear it? It’s hot either way.

What was really amplified were the indecent sounds escaping your lips. You wanted to tell him how good he feels and how much you liked this but all you could speak were moans.

He took a stronger grip on your ass, digging his polished fingernails into the skin as he thrust hard, and you had your hips follow his.

Your legs were shaking against his back. You don’t think you’ve ever finished this soon and you so desperately want to keep feeling this but you can’t use your hands to control your legs. Your whole body is trembling now as he continues to slowly and forcefully pound his throbbing cock deeper into you, and you gasp, feeling your smile twist and contort as you cum, your hips continuing to buck against him, drenching his dick inside you.

He’s still going. You’re trying to catch your breath as he’s suddenly moved your legs off him, pressing them against his chest. His hands are clutching your ankles now, and you feel his dick throbbing inside you as he moves faster and faster.

Your breathing is shallow again and your hands are squeezed into fists and you’re cumming again in an instant, screaming with perverse pleasure

You can barely make out your partner’s scream over your own, but you felt it. Your legs were pushed forward toward your own body, along with Kiyo, keeling over as he came inside you.

You both were panting and sweating now. Once you both calmed down, he slid out, and you shuddered, having THAT feeling amplified now, too.

After a few moments, the blindfold was removed and you saw Kiyo smiling down at you. He was untying the ropes as he gently asked “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, in all honesty,” he laughed when you said that, “But that was really good. I think I’m starting to understand now.”

You shook out your wrist once you felt it free, letting the blood flow back. Before you could set your hand in your lap, though, he took it and kissed your knuckles. “I would adore to continue to show you new sensations, if you so desire.”

You smiled at him. “I don’t think I’m ready for full harnesses just yet, but we can maybe try to ease into it.”

“Of course, love,” he kissed your knuckles again, “I only want to show you pleasure.”

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KOZUME KENMA - WORK OF ART

request - could it be possible to get a kenma fic/scenario where his gf or girl crush is an artist and often draws him- probably hides it n testu or someone finds it and shows him so now they go on lip dates where kenma just plays his games and she draws him just like extra fluffy if you can I love kenma so much 🥺🥺🥺 if it’s too much then just something fluffy with ken ! thank you!

warnings - none

an - thank you for the request anon i just know kuroo the little shit would show his best friend all the drawings he finds 😈

-

classes were boring enough as it is but learning about the history or hiragana? what was the need? 

sitting by the window seat, you had the obvious choice to stare outside the glass as class dragged along but you hardly found yourself looking outside at the window. instead, you would look and admire a classmate of yours.

kozume kenma.

he was one of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen. even his actions were so delicate and gentle to which would encourage the light butteries in your stomach to flutter a little more while you watched him. it wasn’t long before you found yourself sketching the bleached haired boy.

you were an avid artist with a beautiful talent. drawing kenma seemed a little out of your comfort zone at first. when you noticed you’d been sketching him for a few weeks you tried to consciously stop yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a creep who would just stare and draw someone. these sketches captured the boy’s calmness perfectly though and you found you couldn’t help yourself but continue, even deciding to add more detail into particular pieces you liked.

you told yourself that you were just using him as inspiration. you weren't infatuated with the boy, just inspired. no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself of this though, you found yourself enjoying drawing him more than anyone or anything else bringing you to the conclusion that yes, maybe you were perhaps a little smitten with him. not that you’d ever let him find out though.

-

your sketch book was littered with an assortment of drawings. some finished down to the smallest detailed and others half done, lazily sketched and yet to be completed. kenma took up most of the occupation of the pages though. surrounded by statues, flowers and other pretty things you often drew kenma as the centre piece for all your pages.

the drawings you skillfully created depended on your mood and kenma’s mood on the day. some days, kenma would be struggling to keep his concentration on the lesson going on in front of him, other days he’d be almost interested and looked as if he was putting more effort into his work. your most favourite days, were ones where kenma was lazily interested in the lesson. he would often propt is chin under his hand, eyes prettily fluttering occasionally while trying to stay awake (probably sleep deprived from excessive hours of gaming) and he would sometimes even use a thin black bobby pin to pin his long hair out of his face to stop his field of vision from closing in tempting him to fall into a slumber in the midst of class. those days were your favourite. he looked extra pretty.

today just happened to be one of those days as you gazed at kenma who at this moment had his hair messily pinned out of his face, eyes drooping every so often with the setters head dropping ever so slightly every time he felt the weight of sleep too heavy to handle. one hand placed under his chin, keeping his head from completely falling onto the desk and the other weakly holding his pen as he attempted to keep up with the classes notes.

you wanted to draw him in this moment really, but you did happen to feel bad for the blonde. he was obviously struggling to keep his head clear enough to focus so you decided now was a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone a little.

“kozume-san? you whispered ever so gently.

kenma’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice being called. he tilted his head in you direction and blinked his twinkly golden eyes at you

“hm?”

“d-do you want me to uh keep up with your notes for you?”

kenma’s eyes softened at the sound of your gentle voice.

“why would you want to do that l/n?”

“i can see you’re struggling to stay focused. we sit near the back and the teacher isn't interested in looking in our direction. you can catch up on a bit of sleep - o-only if you want though you don't have to!”

you knew you were blushing now. maybe you should’ve just minded your own business but in a split second you knew it was all worth it.

kenma gave you a small but genuine smile. fuck. it was so pretty. he was so pretty. his smile wasn’t blinding no, more of a gentle angelic glowing light that warms ones heart. the rare sort of golden light that can only be captured in a small time window each day and only through clear skies. you had made kozume kenma smile and you knew you were right to have stepped out your comfort zone.

“you’re observant. its much appreciated l/n, thank you. let me know how i can repay you after.”

his soft voice heavy with sleep sent the butteries in your stomach to go off in a frenzy. his delicate hands handed you his class book and he blushed so lightly it wasn't even noticeable at the subtle contact of your fingers brushing past each other.

he gave you a gentle nod as he laid his head down gently on his desk and gave into the strong craving to fall into a sleep.

drawing and writing were two things that came naturally to you. you were able at completing both tasks at a quick speed but you did it so flawlessly. you took a shy pride in your notes and classwork as you did with your drawings. both aesthetically pleasing to look at, but full of appropriate and useful content.

writing kenma’s notes alongside yours wouldn’t be a problem to you.

however, this would cause one in the unbeknownst future to you.

-

class ended about 50 minutes after you had encouraged kenma to have a small sleep. classmates were closing their notebooks and packing up their things. you gently tapped the sleeping setters shoulder with notes in your hand.

after a few taps the boy slowly lifted his head and gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. your heart melted at the sight of his eyes flickering while adjusting to the light. the slightly darkened sun depicting his eyes as gold speckled pools of honey, his nose scrunched up as he allowed his body to wake up. was there ever a time this boy was ugly? he seemed to be attractive doing everything, it wasn’t fair.

taking the book from your hands he nodded and gave you a shy smile.

“thank you, l/n. please tell me how i can repay you”

“oh! please don't worry about it! you looked like you needed a recharge i’m just happy you were able to do just that.”

“you’re a kind person l/n. but don’t hesitate to let me know if you ever need a favour.”

and with that, the setter packed up the few papers he had been resting on and then slightly bowing at you before heading out the door most likely to get ready for practice.

you smiled to yourself and headed out your classroom to leave for home knowing you had done a good deed for the day and you had happened to have your first direct interaction with the boy you’d been delicately sketching for the past couple of months.

-

“kenma! you’re 2 minutes and 38 seconds later than usual! we can't afford to have the brain of the team slacking.” kuroo teased his best friend with an irritating smile.

“was talking to a classmate. she helped keep me up with the class notes.” kenma spoke boredly as he set his bag down so he could change into his gym clothes.

“notes eh? offended you wouldn't just ask me for help. this feels like betrayal.” 

kenma rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish behaviour and dug through his bag to look for his clothes.

“the offer was there so i just took it. besides, l/n’s handwriting is much more eligible than yours.”

“ouch. are they as detailed though?”

“probably even more.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“look for yourself.” kenma shrugged nodding towards his schoolbag.

kuroo wandered over to kenma’s bag and pulled the classwork book out.

“uh yeah i guess these are pretty ne- oHOHO what do we have here?”

kuroos eyes danced over the pages, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“i hate when you pull that face what’s wrong with you?” kenma’s disgusted face looked up at kuroo who looked like he was having an internal field day.

“l/n eh? i think someones got a little crush on you kenma.”

“what?”

kuroo turned the book around to show the pages to kenma who’s eye widened.

there was the pages you had littered with beautifully depicted drawings of kenma. 

both boys were silent as kenma’s eyes scanned over the pages.

“no reaction? personally i’d be flattered if someone drew me that much and with such good detail too.”

kenma was still processing all the drawings as a million possible reasons for why you’d drawn him so much ran though his head.

did you think he was attractive?

was it a crush like kuroo had teased?

did you just need a reference and he just so happened to be there?

were the drawings actually him or were they just someone scarily similar?

“sooooo... you gonna talk to her then?”

kuroo smiled teasingly at the now blushing setter.

“i’ll just give this back to her. it’s obviously personal and she might even explain herself when she sees that i have her book.”

kuroo shrugged and put the book back in kenma’s bag. 

“i think it’s cute kenma, take my advice, you should take the opportunity to get to know her a little, she's obviously interested in you.”

kenma snorted at his friends words slightly as he begun to follow him out the changing rooms and into the gym to join the rest of the team.

“ironic the relationship virgin is giving me advice.”

kuroo could only roll his eyes and laugh.

“to think you’d be the one to get a girl first, in my defence i’m too busy for relationships.”

“okay mr docosahexaenoic acid, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

-

you had just arrived home and you felt the weight of the day lift itself off of you as you threw your shoes off and dropped your bag to the floor in your bedroom.

you bag tipped over with some of the contents spilling out causing you to huff but get up and pick it up anyway.

then you saw it.

your heart dropped.

“fuck.”

‘kozume kenma’ was written on the front of one of your classwork books. how had you been so stupid in getting them mixed up.

you began to panic and think of solutions to this fresh dilemma.

“maybe i should just tell him that i just like him nows a chance? no that's stupid why would i do that? i’ll just tell him it’s a model that just looks similar to him. no, that’s not believable is it? fuck it. i’m moving country.”

you screamed into your pillow but then stopped when you remembered something. 

kenma was in practice right now. there’s no way he could’ve opened the book and bothered checking the work right? why would he bother doing that?

you checked the time on your phone. 3:28pm. you still had a while until practice was over. that would be more than enough time to go into the changing rooms and swap the books before anyone notices. and even if he had opened the book already, when he saw his book was back in his bag, you could easily play it off as if he had dreamt the drawings up as he would’ve just woken up and still been drowsy.

you wasted no time grabbing your shoes and the book to sprint out the door. school wasn’t too far from your house, a 17 minute walk to be exact. your legs started to ache at the sudden intense action of you sprinting like your life depended on it. well, your life did depend on it. if kenma saw them and thought you were weird, what were you to do then? dropping out of school seemed like the most reasonable option.

finally reaching the gates you caught your breath. getting to school was a 17 minute walk but a 9 minute run. once you gathered your thoughts you quietly approached the gym to peek inside. there the team were training and focused on the court. going in through the front of the school and walking through the halls to get to the changing rooms through the back way, you gripped the book tightly as you got to the boys changing rooms.

a quiet prayer was muttered before entering. the changing room was surprisingly clean and didn't smell like over sprayed deodorant and excessive sweat like you’d imagined. you let out a sigh of relief as you scanned the room for kenma’s stuff before noticing it at the end of the room.

“just in and out.” you muttered under your breath as you walked swiftly over to the setter’s belongings

digging through kenma’s stuff proved to be quite stressful. you were so focused on not getting caught, you failed to noticed the door separating the gym and changing rooms open.

“uh l/n?”

you jumped and turned your head to the owner of the voice.

there stood a slight sweaty and tired looking kenma who had offered to return to the changing rooms to grab one of yaku’s extra kneepads.

“uhhh i can explain.. our books got um mixed up and i uh well -”

“you’re talented you know.” kenma gave you a small almost ghost smile.

your face instantly heated up at the small praise the boy had given you.

“w-what?”

“the drawings. i must say, i was surprised when i saw them but, you have talent y/n and... i don’t mind if you keep drawing me...”

kenma’s shy persona caused the last part to come out so quietly you almost didn't hear him.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you smiled as you approached kenma to give him his book back.

he muttered a quiet thanks and went through his own bag to fish you out your book to give back to you. the tension was awkward but not heavy enough to drive either of you away instantly. both of you holding back in anticipation waiting for one of you to talk.

“so um, do you wanna maybe go out sometime? you don’t have to.”

your eyes softened again as you shyly nodded.

“i would like that kozume-san.”

“kenma. call me kenma.”

-

months had passed since then. you found you had things in common with the setter and found his neutral presence calming. he wasn’t too loud or in your face but he also wasn’t completely extroverted to the point where you’d sit in awkward silence like people often assumed he was like. 

you had met his team and family and they all welcomed you with open arms eager to get to know the girl who had drawn kenma not only on paper but drawn him out of his comfort zone gently. 

the two of you weren’t big on going out on dates. you would both often opt to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. kenma would game and you would draw, the two of you engaging in soft and relaxing conversation. kenma would never admit it out loud, but he loved the days where you would draw him. he would act like he was too immersed in his game to notice you sketching away but he felt a sense of pride in him whenever he noticed you using him as your model.

you had grown more confident in yourself and often allowed kenma to see your drawings. you decided since you were using him as your reference, the least you could do was show him how you portrayed him and every time he would compliment and praise you for your work.

“you know i’m glad i felt extra tired that one day you offered to do my notes.”

you hummed and looked up at your boyfriend.

“yeah? i’m just gad you weren’t weirded out by my book.”

kenma offered a gentle smile at you.

“weirded out? i was taken aback but not weirded out. i was ever so slightly flattered even. thank you for seeing some sort of beauty in me.”

brushing his hair out of his face you smiled softly as you leaned closer to his face to whisper your final words before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“no, thank you for being a work of art.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Visit

(I found this prompt while cleaning out my inbox and I’m so sorry I missed it the first time, Anon! With more than 150+ messages I am finding all kinds of treasures I missed when they came in!)

Prompt:  "10. True tenderness is silent and can’t be mistaken for anything else" for Chris? <3

CW: Referenced death of whumper, referenced parental death, grief of an abuse survivor/whumpee, religious abuse, frank discussion of death, referenced past child abuse and survivor anger

Essentially a follow-up to this piece after Oliver’s death

Jake borrows Nat’s truck for the trip out to the cemetery, the old stick-shift Ford better able to handle the steep hills outside the city than his own beat-up four door. Chris sits next to him, pale and silent, and it’s a callback to a version of Chris that hasn’t existed in years, not since he was a frightened child.

This is a different kind of silence - heavier, it muffles the music from the radio, makes it seem like static and not songs at all. Jake doesn’t turn it up, or change the channel. He lets the silence draw out.

It’s not the same kind of silence, in the end.

The gates, wrought-iron and looking a mix of delicate and eerily strong, are open for them to drive inside. The rumbling engine of the truck catches the attention of an older woman laying flowers on a gravestone, who looks briefly up at them as they pass, but doesn’t wave.

She only looks.

Chris doesn’t look at her. His hands are folded in his lap, his hair caught low at the nape of his neck, the blue captured by a pale gray clip that holds it back from his face. He asked Jake to get him a suit, for this - he’s never owned one before.

Not since he left the bastard’s house.  

Jake didn’t ask why - he just took Chris shopping, and they bought the suit. It’s black, with thin gray pinstripes that match Chris’s hair clip. His button-up and tie are perfectly done - Chris had done them up himself, the vestiges of training he still remembered. He’s wearing black leather shoes, shined up just for this, and he took out all his earrings, the perfect emptiness of the skin making Jake’s stomach flip at the way Chris has removed nearly all of the ways he made his body his own.

Jake drives around a curve on the little paved road, and finally comes to a stop.

The grave is unmistakable - the dirt is still fresh and soft, and hasn’t fully settled. It’s just... dirt, and behind it a little marker stuck in the ground. A simple name, date of birth, date of death. That’s all. The real stone hasn’t come in yet.

OLIVER WILLIAM BRANCH DOB: 09/09/1966 DOD: 04/02/202X Chris stares at the pile of dirt, and Jake sees his knuckles turn white. He’s not rocking, not tapping, not humming. Just... silent, and still. Like he’s carved from stone.

Statue boy, Chris used to whisper, when he was scared. Be a good boy, statue boys don’t move, stillness is better than what I do, statue boys stay still...

“You-” Jake’s voice cuts into the silence, a knife into skin, and he flinches at the sound of his own voice. He’s just wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and suddenly he wonders if Chris wanted him to wear a suit, too, if he’s disappointed Jake didn’t think of it on his own. “You don’t... have to do this, Chris.” His voice drops, stays lower.

Chris doesn’t look at him, only looks at the grave. His beautiful face is pale, and looks young - more like when he first showed up - and the blue hair suddenly looks wrong, like he shouldn’t have it yet. It should still have its coppery new-penny shine. The roots are hinting, just a little, at the color it used to be. “Yes, I, I, I, I do.”

Jake swallows against a lump in his throat, and slowly nods, turning off the engine and sitting back. The radio continues to play, pulling on battery power, while the two of them look at a pile of soil that covers a dead man whose life is still carved into Chris’s mind. “You want me to get out with you?”

There’s a quiet, as Chris thinks.

Then he whispers, “Please,” as his thin fingers find the handle to the door and open it up. His other hand grips onto the bouquet of roses they’d picked up to bring out here, wrapped in crinkly paper and tied with a thin string.

Immediately, birdsong filters in, intrudes on the silence, demands their attention instead.

Jake is out of the truck in a heartbeat and around to meet Chris as he slowly steps down. He looks like a child dressed for a party, even with a suit carefully chosen to fit. Or maybe Jake just struggles to see him as anything else, in moments like this one.

Chris leans towards him and Jake slides an arm around his shoulders.

He doesn’t regret this man’s death, only that it couldn’t have been half so painful as what the bastard deserved - but Jake keeps that to himself, because he can see the tears standing in Chris’s eyes, and that’s not what Chris needs to hear right now.

Instead, he just says, softly, “I’m here.”

Chris nods, bumping into him once, twice, three times - a reassurance, a reminder. Then he starts to walk, clinging to the roses in his hand, and Jake walks beside him, narrowing his own long strides to match, so he won’t pull away, so they’ll move together.

There’s no one else here, in this part of the cemetery. It’s just the two of them, walking towards the grave marker, the laid-in dirt. Somewhere, six feet down, is the man who once made the width and length of Chris’s world so narrow that it was condensed to a single hallway, a basement, to the shape of tears.

Jake stands slightly back when Chris steps forward on his own. He doesn’t offer platitudes - he can’t hope that Branch is in a better place, he’s still got his fingers crossed that hell is real just so people like Oliver Branch can experience it - he can’t say everything happens for a reason and then ask himself what possible reason there could have been for Chris to lose everything and be given his own hell in return.

He can’t say it’ll get better or time heals all wounds or you’ll find a way to forgive him or God has a plan because Jake has lived with those words branded in his soul from a thousand well-meaning relatives and church people and his mother’s so-called fucking friends and none of those words did shit, they never helped, they only made it clear that no one wanted to sit in silence with the weight of what had happened, only talk over it until Jake and his mom pretended the pain wasn’t there anymore.

No one deserves forgiveness - you make the choice to forgive, and it’s got nothing to do with whether or not anyone deserves it, you forgive for yourself - not for them.

Time didn’t heal shit, and he’s never forgiven the man who nearly killed his mother and would have kept hurting him if he never got bigger, stronger, better able to fight back.

He can’t say God has a plan, because if that’s true, then it’s a shitty fucking plan, isn’t it? To steal a child from the love that should have been the foundation of his life and hand him over to wolves to be devoured instead?

He can’t say any of it, because he doesn’t believe it, and all those well-meaning words are just knives that tear you open and then demand you comfort the people who can’t stand the sight of blood.

All he can do is give Chris his silence and his presence while he watches Chris lay a dozen roses on top of freshly turned earth.

Chris speaks, and his voice carries just enough, and Jake’s jaw sets, trembles, sets again as he pretends not to hear. As he tries, and fails, not to listen.

“I tried,” Chris whispers, in his slow-stone voice, the one he was trained to use, that he can still slide into as easily as he might throw on a shirt in the morning. “I tried... to be, be good, Sir. I was... I was good. I loved you, and... I didn’t... leave because I didn’t love you-... I... I didn’t deserve to be hurt, Sir. But...” He trails off, and Jake forces his gaze to wander.

A bright red cardinal stares back at him from a tree branch nearby, flits away, lands on a different gravestone. Jake stares at it, wondering with a strange unsettled curiosity if it’s the same cardinal, if it followed them out here somehow, but of course that’s... not possible.

There are cardinals everywhere. Cemeteries just make everything seem haunted.

The gravestone the cardinal rests on has been here a while - there’s a single spray of flowers laid on one side, and nothing on the other. It’s one of those double-stones for married people, Jake thinks.

Chris is still talking to Oliver, and Jake forces himself with all his strength not to eavesdrop, just to be here, to be the strength Chris needs. So he stares at the cardinal, and the gravestone.

Each side has a little clear plastic heart, and Jake knows what those are - the gravetones where you can put a photo of the person inside, and see them, and he thinks those are creepy as hell, but... but he can see why you’d buy one.

A woman and a man. Jake squints. They have the same date of death, he thinks, and his heart twists. Car accident, maybe? That sucks. Chris said once that he remembered his parents died.

He wonders who misses these two, who left the flowers.

Life is not forever - but love is. Beloved parents of-

Jake feels Chris press up to him, cold nose against his neck, hitching in sobs that are nearly soundless, gasping for air.

“Do you want me to talk to you about this?” Jake asks, gently.

Chris shakes his head, twisting his fingers into Jake’s shirt, rocking now, for the first time since they left. His voice, broken, starts to hum to try to drown out his own tears, and Jake slides both arms around Chris’s shoulders and holds him tightly.

“D-don’t, don’t talk, don’t-... don’t don’t don’t, I just n-need, I need, I-”

Chris tenses and then lets out a wail, echoing off the trees, soaked up in the ground around them, a half-scream of stifled pain he’s carried since he was seventeen years old.

“Hurts, h-hurts, hurts, it hurts-”

“Sssshhh, I know, I know it hurts, Chris, I know.”

“It hurts!”

Across the cemetery, the old woman doesn’t look up from her careful care of the stone she is tending, giving them space, a kind of tenderness all its own in allowing them their privacy.

Jake just holds on tighter, giving Chris an anchor, a steady presence he can scream into until all the sound is out of him, until the scream is gone.

Then, it’s quiet. They stand, for a while, in silence, other than Chris’s slow avalanche slide into outright weeping for the man who did nothing but try to destroy what spark he had left, and Jake doesn’t say a word.

He’ll probably cry when his abuser finally dies, too. Assuming anyone tells him.

When Chris, red-eyed and sniffling, pulls back to get in the truck, Jake lets him go, climbs into the driver’s seat, and brings the old truck rumbling to life.

Chris’s knuckles are still white, but as they drive around the curve again, he starts to rock, back and forth, back and forth.

When Chris starts humming, Jake turns the music up a little to give him something to hum along to, and Chris flashes him a tear-stained, trembling little smile in gratitude.

A dozen roses in brown paper lay on top of the grave of a man who could never deserve the grief that Chris so freely feels for him.

The cardinal watches them go, and then hops down from the top of the gravestone to peck at birdseed scattered on only one side of the double-stone grave of two people who died on the very same day when Chris was fifteen years old.

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[lilacandladybugs]

hi there!!! in your desc you say that your down to talk about your relationship w God, so could you please share some of your thoughts/experiences?? no need to answer if you don't feel like it, i'm just curious. have a nice day! <33

hey anon thanks so much i love asks like this and i just am very excited about it :D also sorry for the delayed response i was thinking about what to say because i think its important, saved my initial response to drafts, and then didn’t come back to it. I don’t know what i was thinking my drafts are not a safe place . they are where posts go to die. anyway—

i guess some people , think of god as a person. like he's some man who's gigantic in the sky somewhere who made humanity and then left us behind. and i think to me ive come to understand that God isn't like a person really. he is what was when there was nothing, and he is what will be after everything. in the Bible, the voice of God is so powerful that when he spoke, all of matter, light, momentum come into existence.

so when i talk about hearing God I don't feel like he's limited to vocally speaking to me. Since God is literally love, like the word love is used to describe things in relation to God. Like things are loving because they look like God. Things are beautiful, good, kind, wise, because they’re like God. 

until i realized this about him i didn’t think i had very many experiences with God. I remember saying that if God were just going to write us a letter (the Bible) and then cut off all contact, it didn’t matter how good of a father he claimed to be that’s a terrible thing to do to anyone. 

But he’s not like that. Eventually I figured that out, God is what was when there was nothing. If he spoke creation into existence, then the world around us is like the sound of his voice. So he isn’t limited to communicating by “speaking,” he can talk to us in so many ways.

I think the first time I noticed him was when three of my family members* died in a crash and a friend of mine was very depressed, and i went to a speech and debate tournament. and the lady who was working lunch was the first person to really look at me and i knew when she looked at me that she could /see/ me. she knew what was going on. her name was mrs. smith. I love Mrs. Smith so much, and she loved God so much. She loved people so much and so well, there wasn’t anyone else who could have done what she did she could pick out people who were struggling, and she could reach into their lives and draw the out and be the hands of God to them. Something bad happened while I was there and she like held me while I cried. I think that since then I’ve really been able to appreciate her, I see that as God’s placement of her in my life. There are not people like Mrs. Smith out there very often that I’ve been able to find. She had seen God too, and she knew what needed to be done and said to love people. She looked like God.

One thing Mrs. Smith told me was when I had a call with her because I was doing real bad and I told her I just wanted to be happy again. And she said, “why do you think kids are happy?” and I said, “They don’t know they dont have things to be sad about.” And she said, “yes but more specifically? What makes kids happy?”

And so I thought about it and I said, “Well like my little sister is happy about bubbles.”

And she said, “You still have bubbles, don’t you?” 

That’s not like a cure for depression or anything. But her point was that there are things everywhere that we can smile about. Like even when it feels like there’s nothing at all, there is always at least one thing that exists that you can find a second to just smile at.

That idea also helped me to see God. When I went to church my pastor talked about all the ways that God created Earth for us to enjoy, how the sunrise and sunset has been going on continuously around the world for it’s whole existence, how it has been an ongoing promise of God’s presence since the beginning.

I just started to notice him ig. Like in Mrs. Smith, in my friends who were the only people who could have talked to me about certain things, happy coincidences, and small promises and small hellos from God over and over in a thousand different ways.

K but. . That didn’t stop me from being really depressed right? I remember over the summer I realized that my just all surrounding pressing anger was at God, and that I felt like he had abandoned me. I was just like seething in anger like how he FUCk could he have left me alone to watch my friends die like that? Like I was in so much pain? @/God wtf? You know? I was telling a friend about this one night and I like intellectually I was so convinced God existed so I was really struggling with reconciling these two ideas, God is real and also he /feels/ like he isn’t. He feels so absent and he feels like he doesn’t care.

The next morning I went to Church, and the guy talking (he was a guest speaker) was talking about grief. The topic was so upsetting that I left the room to go and like cry and I texted my friend, “hey this is really upsetting, i genuinely dont know if i can do this.” (it was making me feel panicky) and my friend said, “you’re really going to tell me that last night you were saying that you aren’t sure if God cares about your grief, and then God SHOWS UP puts an answer in front of you on a fucking silver platter, and you aren’t even going to LISTEN?”

and i was like oh well when you put it like that lmao—

I just felt the presence of God when he was talking idek how to explain it. He used the lord of the rings as an analogy and I cried because I had been using lotr as a way of explaining my experiences to people as well. And he said that God loves us, and that we are promised that we will live together in heaven, and that he will say well done my good and faithful servant. because I guess okay, sin, death and suffering are all as a result of what Christians call “the Fall” which is basically humanity walking away from God. When that happened, death entered the world, because when we separate ourselves from the giver of life we die. But God refused for that to be the end of the story, sacrificing himself in our place, dying, and then three days later rising again. So the point is that we already have assurance that we’re going to be with God again one day as believers. And so even as we grieve we have this assurance that God has already conquered, and while we’re suffering we know what the end of the story is going to be already. When we allow God to be in the center of our life, we enter into that promise. We already know that we’re going to be like Sam and Frodo, when Aragorn comes down to them and says, “You bow to no one.” God will say, “Well done my good and faithful servant.”

And I know that I’m doing a bad job of explaining it but the sermon wasn’t for my mind. My mind was convinced. It was somehow for something way harder to do, it was for my heart, and it did that. I felt at peace.

I’ve said before (x) (x) that I felt like when I experienced God, it was like I was lying outside in a gutter beat up staring up at the stars. But it’s also like going on a walk through a meadow and looking at flowers, and laughing with your friends, and sitting in the summer night listening to cicadas. God is there, in the whisper. He loves you.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Buried Alive

Summary: Reader wakes up buried in a coffin, Dean, Sam, Cas, and Jack make it to her just in time.  

TW/CW: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Reader is buried alive, Reader has a dislocated shoulder and broken leg, Dean has a break down, ghost makes an appearance, also Reader writes a goodbye note which is in italics, gets kind of angsty/sad at times.

Requested?: Yes! A lovely Anon said, “Hello love, may I pleaaase request a dean x reader one shot where she gets Burried alive (and she's already injured) because they got separated on a hunt and she only have a few minutes left before dean saves her and after she wakes up he gets a panic attack because he was so scared of losing her and she's the only one who can calm him down?? Pretty pleaaase can you include details I looove when I can picture every scene especially while she's trapped...”

Word Count: 2,372

A/N: This got pretty long pretty quick lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! It was really fun to write and I tried to put in lots of detail. As always, requests are open and love to all!

[This gif highkey lowkey hurts my heart...]

Your POV

   Waking up in a dark, musty, wooden box is never a good thing, especially when your leg is bent the wrong way and your right shoulder is throbbing from being out of socket. Unfortunately, that’s exactly where I’ve found myself upon waking up. I try to remember what happened and recall separating from Sam and Dean, after some debate, to draw out the ghost we were hunting. I was looking around the old church and got knocked out.  

   Out of instinct, I press the palm of my left hand against the worn, splintery wood and try to force it upwards. Upon doing so, soft, damp dirt flows into the cracks. I drop the lid back down as my heart begins racing. I force myself to stay calm as I search to see what might be left in my pockets. Unfortunately, whatever put me down here thought to take all my weapons. It’s not like they’d do me any good at the moment anyway, I suppose. I do, however, find my phone in my jacket pocket. With a shaking hand, I pull it out and press the home button, I hope and pray, to whatever deity might actually be listening, that I have bars. No such luck.  

   I just so happen to glance at the lid above me and in the dim light of my phone, I see them. Long scratch marks litter the underside of the lid. Suddenly, the burger and fries that I had for lunch starts preparing for launch sequence in my stomach. I look back at the screen of my phone as if I might have miraculously gotten bars in the span of the past few minutes and of course find none. What I do find just might be my savior. I train my attention on my phone’s lock screen picture of me, Dean, Sammy, Cas, and Jack leaning against the hood of Baby. “Alright Cas, you there?” I pause, wondering what to tell him, “I don’t know where I am but I know that I’m buried underground. I don’t know how long I’ve been in here but I can feel the oxygen is getting low.” I might not have enough time left. I decide to type out a goodbye message on the notes app on my phone:

Hey boys,

   I might not make it out of this musty ass box so I thought I’d write this out here. I want you guys to know that I love you. Take care of each other and please for the love of all that’s good don’t try to bring me back, no matter how manageable you think the cost is. I never thought that I’d go out this way, always wanted it to be a blaze of glory, but here I am. Remember the good times we’ve had and remember me as the badass hunter that I once was and not the dumbass hunter who managed to get herself caught by a spook and shoved in a pine box. Anyway, tell Baby I love her. Dean, I love you too. Keep moving forward for me. There’s a letter in my journal for you.

                   I’ll be waiting for you boys on the other side,

                  In the words of Jimi Hendrix, “Excuse me while I kiss the sky.”

    I consider trying to add a Metallica or Zeppelin reference as I finish typing the last sentence but can’t think of one that would fit and hit save instead. Darkness creeps in on the edges of my vision before overtaking me.

Dean’s POV

   “Where the hell is she, man?” I ask Sammy as I pace back and forth across the room, “She should’ve been back a while ago and all my calls are going to voicemail. I’ve even left voicemails and got nothing.”

   “I don’t know, Dean,” Sammy answers as he peeks out the blinds on the window into the night, “We could-” he’s interrupted as a flap of wings is heard. I turn around and find Cas and Jack both standing there.

   Before I can ask, Cas launches into an explanation, “(Y/N) prayed to me. She said she’s buried underground and that the oxygen is getting low.”

   My heart leaps into my throat. Damn it, why did I let her go off alone? I go to punch the closest wall but Sammy catches my hand, “Can you figure out where she is?”

   “Yes,” Jack answers, “We would’ve gone straight there but we... don’t have shovels.” I grab my keys and jacket and race out the door with Sammy, Cas, and Jack right behind me, Cas spouting off coordinates. We get in the car and Sammy gives me directions and I pull out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. I have to get to her as quickly as possible. I can’t lose her. Not now and not to something like this. She deserves to go down fighting not buried and helpless. In the rearview mirror, I can see Cas’s expression of concern and Jack’s knee bouncing as he fidgets with his shirt. I’m reminded that I’m not the only one worried about (Y/N) and take a rain check on my own impending melt down. Sammy shakily points at a turn up ahead and I take it on two wheels.

   After a couple more turns, I pull off on the side of the road behind an old beat-up clunker, beside a wooded area. Sammy leads us straight to the coordinates and we get to digging. I’m almost certain that the guys can hear my heart pounding as I hope with all I’ve got that she isn’t buried very deep. Finally, as our shovels hit wood, I carefully jump into the hole to pull the lid off of the coffin. I toss the lid to the side and my heart takes up residence in my throat once again as I discover that she’s out cold. I quickly and carefully wrap my arms under her and lift her up to Sammy who lays her gently on the ground as I climb out of the hole.

   When I drop to my knees on the leaf strewn ground beside her and pull her into my lap, Cas has his palm on her forehead, “She’s still alive. I've healed the break in her leg but her shoulder needs to be popped back into place before I can heal it.”

   Sammy lays a hand on Cas’s shoulder, “We can worry about the shoulder later.”

   I pull her close to me, careful of her shoulder, and beg, “Baby, you gotta wake up.” I kiss her forehead, “Please wake up. I can’t lose you.” It’s silent as I let my tears fall. Jack drops his knees on the ground beside us and Sammy and Cas squat down as well. They’re careful to give us space but I know they’re silently hoping just as hard as I am that she’ll wake up quickly.  

   “Guys, I think we should-” Sammy stops as she takes a deep breath.

   “Hey sweetheart, you awake?” I ask as my heart starts racing. I brush her hair out of her eyes. It takes a few seconds but her eyes finally open.  

   She curls into my chest as I hold her tighter, “I was so scared that I’d lose you.” I can’t stop the flood of tears that break through the dam.  

   She slowly sits up and throws her legs to either side of me before scooting closer and wrapping her arms around my waist, loosely due to her shoulder, “Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m here.”  

   I say nothing and bury my face in her neck and try my best to stop crying, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go off alone. I should’ve been there with you. I should’ve-”

   She stops me, “Don’t do that, Dean. Remember how we talked about this?”

   “But I-”

   “No, it was my decision. It’s not your fault,” she says calmly. She rubs my back and begins humming Metallica and soon I’ve managed to stop crying but unfortunately, I continue hiccupping. I pull away and look over her shoulder at the guys. As much as I don’t want to let her go yet, we need to get her shoulder fixed and I’m sure they want hugs too. She kisses my cheek before getting up.  

   She hugs all three of them before returning to Sammy, “Can you pop this back in place for me?”

   “Y-you sure?” he asks, confused as to why she doesn’t want pain killers first.

   “Yeah, it’s not the first time and it probably won’t be the last,” she chuckles. He pops her shoulder back into place before Cas heals it for her.  

   Finally, she returns to me and wraps her arms tightly around me, “Let’s get out of here.” We turn to walk out of the woods and pass a church that I didn’t even notice on the way in, that must’ve been the one she wanted to check.

   “Uh, guys, we have a problem,” Jack states. I tear my eyes away from the church and look ahead of us. Standing, or rather floating, just a few yards away is the ghost we had been hunting.  

   I sigh, “Shit, we don’t have any salt or iron with us.”

   “No but I know where some is,” (Y/N) says excitedly. How on earth is she so ready to spring back into it right after almost dying?

Your POV    I drag Dean with me and the other guys follow as I run into the church. I bolt down the stairs to my right as we enter and find exactly what I’m looking for. A fireplace in one of the offices down here still has iron pokers hanging on its mantle. I remembered seeing them when I came through here the first time. I also happen to remember that there’s a kitchen down here too. I take an iron poker for myself and hand Sam and Dean one, “Cas, Jack, you guys might want to fly the coop. We can handle this.” They look unsure but leave anyway in a whoosh of wings. I take off toward the kitchen but unfortunately find no salt. That’s when Sammy is thrown against a wall. Dean and I whip around to find the ghost holding Sammy by the neck. Dean slashes through it without hesitation and it disappears and Sam regains his breath.

   “Please tell me you have some idea of how to get rid of this guy,” I ask Sammy.

   “Not quite,” he responds.

   Dean looks dumbfounded at both of us, “There’s literally a cemetery right outside.”

   “No, he’s pissed off because he wasn’t buried in the church cemetery like he felt he was supposed to be because he was the pastor,” Sammy informs, “The legends say they buried him in an unmarked grave after burning him at the stake for witchcraft.”

   “Shit, so we’re not looking for bones then,” Dean mumbles, looking around the office.

   “Right now, it looks like all we can do is get the hell out of here and try to dig around for what might be keeping him here,” I explain. With this, we all three high tail it to the car. We have to stop a few times along the way to slash through the ghost but finally, we make it and head off on our way back to the motel.

   Once we’re finally back in our motel room, I shrug my jacket off and head for the shower, “I’m gonna clean up really quick and then we can get something to eat and some rest and revisit this case in the morning.” The boys agree so I grab some clean clothes out of my bag and head for a warm, relaxing shower.  

   I pull of the dirty, sweaty clothes and step under the warm spray. I let the grim and gross wash away some before washing off with the soap. I wash my hair as well and only pull myself out of the shower when my stomach growls. I step out and dry off before pulling on my clothes. I’m working on drying my hair when I step out of the bathroom to find Dean and Sammy both sitting on the end of the bed with tears in their eyes. I tilt my head, “What’s wrong guys?”

   I drop the towel on top of my bag and step over in front of Dean as he hands me his phone. Looking down at the screen, I read what I thought I had saved to my notes on my own phone. Apparently, I was so out of it when I typed it up that I accidentally typed it up in a message to Dean and hit send when I thought I hit save. My heart sprints in my chest as I look back up at Dean and try to explain, “Dean, I-”

   He says nothing and instead stands and wraps his arms around me to once again pull me in close to his chest. I can feel him shake as he tries to hold back his tears. He pulls away and looks me in the eye, “Did you really think you wouldn’t make it out of that?” I nod solemnly. He takes a deep breath to steady himself, “Well, I’m glad you did. Next time, you can tell me that in person when we go down together, yeah?” I mentally thank him for not mentioning the letter tucked away in my journal.

   I nod again as Sammy chuckles, “I should’ve known that even when you think you’re saying your last words, they’re going to be attempts at humor and classic rock references.”  

   I smile and laugh, “I thought the Hendrix reference was rather poetic.”

   Dean looks at me laughs weakly, “I figured you’d have thrown in a Zeppelin or Metallica reference.”

   I shake my head as I head for the door because my stomach growls, “I thought about that but I couldn’t think of one that would fit. Besides, I wouldn’t want to ruin some of your favorite bands for you.” Together the three of us head for dinner but I know in the back of my mind that we’ll be recovering from today’s events for a while to come.

Masterlist

Taglist: @emiijemii​

Dean Winchester Taglist: @akshi8278

[sleepnoises]

here is my Bounty of first impression/current impression asks. thank you all!! you have thrown so much enrichment into my enclosure!!

Anon: my first impression of you was very cool makes creature friends. impression now is very cool, makes creature friends, is Stressed™

Anon: first impression: holy shit cool serious art. impression now: goofball. my age?? makes good friends :)

Anon: First impression; put together, makes good art. Now impression; scatter brained, makes absolutely fantastic art with clay AND watercolours AND can sew.

Anon: oh also my first impressions of you were that you were intentionally mysterious, but now i think you are a friendly person who is just genuinely weird. it makes me happy

Anon: first impressions: ominous brooding artist who likes eyes. current impression: friend-shaped artist who makes friend-shaped guys. and likes eyes

Anon: First impression: ethereal being,, amazing creator who bring life to little clay fellows,,,, do they have a physical form? I do not know! Now Impression: dirt friend, you give off the vibes of wind and trees. If I knew you in person I'd probably have a friend crush on you

This is so so charming in aggregate to me. Assigned thembofication arc by anons

@spleen9000: first impression: amazing clay guys, great drawings, many overlapping interests. Extremely cool person!current impression: many of the same things still apply! but now also clay solidarity, and also idk obviously I don't know you super well but I think you are swell as a person to interact with :) 

<3 <3 THANK YOU SPLEEN

Anon: First impression: oh fun artist with cool art who I would like to support! Current impression: basically the same, except now it makes a lot of sense to me that u went to [blaring train horn]. Whenever u post abt western mass I have a moment of fear that u know where I live

Sorry for censoring you anon but I love being intentionally mysterious, the other anon called it. I truly deeply want to know what stereotypes I’m fitting for redacted because god that could go a lot of ways. Please go to Herrell’s for me!! Love u

Anon: 1st impression- a fellow artist who followed me. i loved the fellows at first sight. NOW- youre very funny and remarkably chill for the amount of internet randos you have to deal with. i love all your work & its a privilege getting to see your recent traditional work/comics!! 

K---- is that you?? You don’t have to confirm but if it is I want to compliment you back. I’m very lucky in that so many of my randos are so nice!! Thank you for liking my 2D stuff ;o; I have more ego/identity tied up in it than the fellows, honestly! 

Anon:  1st impression: charismatic clay fellows

impresssion now: charismatic clay fellows, and other funky dudes

you’re not wrong!!!

@aggravatedatapathy: first impression: wow those are some lovely little dudes. impression now: still lovely little dudes but also you're very cute & i enjoy seeing updates on your life and the things you're interested in! i also find the fact that you watch supernatural very endearing

thank you! that is one of the kindest possible responses to hearing that someone watches supernatural

@augustales: literally do not remember how we met. OH. JUST KIDDING. i think pip reblogged your VERY FIRST BATCH of fellows and i was like fuck yes. so, impression (continuous): fellows creator

>:D!!!!!!!!!

@girlmonsters: first impression: Cool Artsy Upperclassman Wow !! current impression: fellow west coast gremlin and comrade (still cool and artsy)

oliver despite your baby status sometimes i still suspect you are too cool to hang out with me. thank u for being on the correct coast

@psychicfishes: woah no anon on this okay um first impression: Omg cool little guys :-) impression now: omg trans also???? nice :-)

my gender is a work in progress that honestly could be covered with “intentionally mysterious” as well but you know! i’m digging around in there! thanks for vibing! sorry for tricking you into being off anon!

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Context

Requested by anon "nerd!hongjoong smut please and he's a switch 💖💖💖 thanks" I hope you like this anonnie

Also thank you all for 2k followers milestone I thank you all for following me! 💖

Tagging @mirror-juliet @atiny-piratequeen @atinybrew @yunderland @kissmecaptain @toppklassik @beankeeper37 many thanks to all of you for inspiring me

Warning: Smut, choking, overstimulation and outdoors sex and still no cut

The library was nearly empty as you watched quietly with a broad smile spreading across your face as your secret crush dozed at the table where his book sat open midway through its multiple pages.

Kim Hongjoong looked adorable to you and secretly you wished that he knew how you felt about him, though your reputation as the heartbreaker at school kept you from reaching out to him.

He was considered a nerd at school and most of the nerds would steer clear of you, even though there were times when you would see Hongjoong unwittingly looking in your direction in the school hallway as if there was something that he desired to say but then his eyes would shift to something unreadable and you took it to be as amusement of you thinking that you could even have a chance of being someone to him.

This afternoon you made up your mind that you would watch your crush as he slept which was a rare thing to witness you felt, though you had a sad feeling that you would never get to watch him sleep in your arms but you could still dream.

Abruptly your heart dropped to your stomach when your crush began to rouse from his unintentional nap and it was too late to move away and pretend that you were only meandering about the library. Your breathing became irregular as his spectacled deep brown orbs settled on your lingering form, a quizzical look reflecting in his eyes.

"Y/N? Why are you standing here at my table?" Hongjoong eyed you with a suspicious aura surrounding him, an air of disbelief coloring his voice.

The sound of your name falling from his lips prompted a bright, effervescent sensation to bubble through your veins and settle in your stomach, gripping you with a wild surge of adrenaline at the simple use of your name.

"I was watching you sleep." You smiled, watching the male frown at your words.

"I- I wasn't asleep!" Hongjoong's cheeks flushed a bright shade of vibrant crimson which in turn caused you to smile at his unintentional adorableness.

"I'm not blind, Joongie." You chuckled, stepping up to him and tousling with his hair in an annoying manner.

"You must be when you can't even see what's in front of you." He groaned quietly, attempting to resume reading his still open book.

"What do you mean?" You quirked an eyebrow, wondering if you were looking into things too much.

"What context were you thinking in?" Hongjoong gave a vague smirk as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his, appearing far more smug than you remembered him ever looking.

"What context was I intended to think in?" You asked, glancing down and smirking slightly as you noticed the male discreetly stroking himself or he had thought he was being discreet.

"Whichever context you choose. You are free to have your own interpretation of any given subject." He glanced up at the clock on the wall before smiling at you warmly, "So you decided that keeping me company is more enjoyable then studying for the project, hm?"

"Well you wouldn't be wrong." You smile, maintaining confidence even though butterflies were wrecking havoc on your stomach.

"Would you like to hang out with me at the park after you're finished researching?" The question slipped past your lips before you even processed the question mentally.

"I would love to. If you're sure that you want to." His voice sent tingles resonating throughout your bloodstream.

"Of course I want to." You gave him a reassuring smile and watched him stand stiffly as he collected his book to return to it's designated shelf.

A brief glimpse at the crotch of his pants caused you to grin but you averted your eyes, though you were unaware of the redness tinting the male's cheeks because he knew of your roaming eyes.

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"So what made you want to come out here with me?" Hongjoong eyed you with glimmers of suspicion residing in his dark brown eyes, his handsome face was a sight that consistently caused you to lose your breath and you could scarcely believe your luck in sitting next to your crush on the park bench, sitting in the shade while listening to the birds chatter softly while a warm gentle breeze blew, kissing your skin and mussing Hongjoong's hair.

"I never had the chance to be around you much so I thought it would be a good opportunity for that now." You shrug and smile softly.

"I've seen you look at me a lot but never could tell for certain what you thought about me." You boldly place your hand over the top of his hand, testing his reaction and judging weather or not you were being too forward with your actions.

Hongjoong didn't seem to mind the physical contact and even seemed to welcome it despite his fingers trembling slightly beneath your touch.

"I liked the way you kneed that guy that time." Hongjoong chuckled at your bewildered expression, shock replacing the serene feeling that you were experiencing seconds earlier as you had a flashback of the time when you thought that you were alone on the school grounds and one of the meanest, disrespectful bullies at school had jumped you.

You had dodged the bloke's punches effectively since the fellow was uber confident and landed a knee right in his balls that caused a scream of excruciation to erupt from his lips. In spite of the ruckus no one ever came to check on the noise and you thought no one knew of the incident, though little did you know that Hongjoong was silently watching you as he sat alone.

"I thought no one knew of that..." You felt a flush of embarrassment cover your cheeks and you couldn't stop the surge of excitement that bubbled in your chest.

"So it really did happen?" Hongjoong smiled with a vague undertone of slyness coloring his expression as he tilted his head in faux curiosity.

"You're so annoying." You huffed, frustration replacing the excitement that you felt prior.

"It must have happened-" Hongjoong was cut off by your lips crashing into his, finding a way to shush him as you caressed his lips with your own pout.

A sweet, unexpected feeling of hot lust circulated through your blood and to your surprise your crush seemed to be unconsciously encouraging you to continue the kiss.

"I've always wanted to know what your lips would feel like." Hongjoong mumbled against your lips before cupping the back of your head and drawing you in closer to deepen the heated kisses.

You purposely bit his lip, coaxing an unbelievably sweet whine from his mouth that sent chills down your spine.

"D-do you want to...?" You stammered breathlessly, pressing kisses down his neck and suckling a red marking at his collarbone. Hongjoong surprised you yet again by pulling away from you, sending you into a panic that led you to believe that he was rejecting you.

Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out as the male took your hand and led you away from the park bench where occasionally a person would probably gawk at the two of you.

Your crush promptly led you to a secluded part of the park that you were unaware of and you were pretty certain that other people were unaware of this area as well. Slowly you assessed the brush and the vegetation that surrounded you and in turn you felt a sense of safety with Hongjoong.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want me to do something, okay?" Hongjoong breathlessly pressed you against the trunk of a nearby tree and promptly attacked you with kisses to your neck that made your entire body tingle in anticipation.

"Y-yes..." You were taken by surprise by the male's boldness and was effectively disarmed by the caresses and the bites to the neck that made your knees weak.

A loud, choked sob of pleasure broke the silence of the park, the vulnerable sound being followed by several loud whimpers that begged him to do something to you, anything to relieve the intense ache that throbbed deep inside.

"Please..." You breathed, feeling yourself collapsing and was gradually lowered to the ground while Hongjoong hovered over your body, peering past his glasses and looking into your eyes in wonderment of being able to take you apart so easily.

"Please I need you, Joongie..." Your pitiful whines becoming muffled by Hongjoong's mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss.

"How cute, the little badass is begging me now." He purred in a seductive tone that made your hair stand on end all across your body. Heat was prominent in your stomach and you felt like you were swimming in desire as you lied still in the grass beneath Hongjoong.

"I am begging you, I want your cock inside of me." You whined softly, grinding your sex against his crotch to make your point clear.

"Are you sure of this? I don't have a-"

"I'm sure. I'm on contraception anyway and I want this, I want you." You eagerly speak up while frantically unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his skin so that you could freely run your hands across his warm flesh.

A low groan rumbled in his throat as you touched his skin with light, ethereal touches, his pupils dilated upon hearing you saying that you wanted him and his demeanor seemed to shift before your eyes.

"Strip Y/N, so I can see your beautiful body along with your face." Quickly you did as you were told, stripping down and exposing your skin to the light wind that kissed your skin.

"So exquisite." Hongjoong's gaze raked across your body, drinking in every curve of your body and adoring your shape. In turn the male made fast work of ridding himself of his garments and promptly inserted himself between your legs.

A choked moan escaped your lips at the thought of his cock being merely inches from your heat, which was yearning for him to fill you with anything that he had.

"Mm please..." You shuddered, feeling him press kisses across your collarbone while the tip of his cock slipped between your folds, massaging your clit in circular motions that teased you to the point of being unable to hold back any longer.

"I'm f-fuck!! Ah ah~" You whined as the unexpected orgasm came over you. Your entire body shook beneath Hongjoong as the waves or your orgasm subsided, sheepishly you looked up at him and shrank back in response to the cocky smirk that accented the amused look in his eyes.

"That felt good didn't it baby? You couldn't wait to feel my cock inside of you before cumming could you?" Hongjoong smirked devilishly as the head of his cock dipped down to your entrance, slowly dragging against your slick hole in a teasing movement that made your eyes roll back in your head and a whine of lust to be vocalized.

"Imagine how hard you'll come when I fuck you with my cock." He chuckled as he pushed himself inside of your heat, his girth stretching your hole to accommodate him completely.

Already you were writhing beneath him as you already sensed your second orgasm approaching and he hadn't even began to stimulate you yet.

"About to come again so soon?" Hongjoong smirked, feeling your walls flutter around his length and clench as he began to thrust into you deeply.

"Oh god y-yes..." You moaned and shivered beneath him, scarcely able to believe that your crush was actually fucking your sopping wet heat.

"You sound so pretty. I never thought a badass girl could sound so vulnerable." He growled, thrusting into your sex harder and you could only cling to him.

His hand traced your neck, touching your Adam's apple tenderly as a sudden sharp intake of breath shook your being.

"F-fuck J-joongie please, please ch-choke me..." You sobbed out, feeling your second orgasm almost washing over you.

Hongjoong peered at you curiously and smiled at you slyly, his fingers wrapping firmly around your throat and cutting off your airflow as your second orgasm overwhelmed you, leaving you choking for air as weightless bliss came over your senses.

Hongjoong released inside of you with a broken moan, the sight of his fingers around your neck adding to your pleasure being more than he could endure and his sloppy thrusts finally came to a stop.

"You did well, precious." He kissed your lips gently and lied down beside you in the grass.

You hummed in contentment as you moved, pulling his length from your body while you changed your position, desiring for something more.

You rested your weight on your knees as you brought your face down to his softening length. A soft whine left his lips as your tongue licked across his tip, collecting the salty taste of his cum mingled with your juices on your tongue.

"Mmm s-sensitive..." He moaned out, his voice urging goosebumps to arise on your skin.

"Y/N..." Hongjoong whimpered, his cock twitching in response to the sensation of your tongue caressing the smooth, velvety skin of his cock seductively.

Slowly you eased your mouth down, taking his length into the warmth your mouth and sucking hard. You glanced at Hongjoong and almost choked on his member, the way he watched you intently with his fucked out face made your body yearn for him all over again but this time you wanted to taste him and feel his cum filling your mouth.

He mewled and reached for your head, entangling his fingers in your hair and digging his nails into your scalp.

"F-feels so good but I can't- I can't s-stop..." Hongjoong tugged at your hair, throwing his head back and moaning out loud in a pitiful cry that encouraged you to bob your head at a pleasurable rhythm that produced even more pleasant sounds from him.

You added suction to the mix, feeling his length twitch in your mouth, followed by his breathing becoming even more irregular in pants that were a struggle for him to inhale.

"Y/N... I'm gonna c-cum..." Hongjoong's voice came in a strained whisper that morphed into a moan of intense pleasure as he came inside of your mouth, filling your cavern with ribbons of release that slid down your throat.

You moaned in pleasure as you helped him ride out his second climax, the sound of his cries raised the hair on the back of your neck as you pulled off of him and went to him to cuddle.

"Are you okay baby?" You asked softly, pulling him against your bare chest to cradle tenderly. "Yeah I feel fine with you." Hongjoong smiled, kissing your messy cheek in adoration.

"I still want to know what context you were speaking of earlier." You giggled, snuggling into his warm and bonding with him.

"I think you already know what context I was speaking of, baby."

[2ya2yao]

Take It Slow - Siwon (s)

Anon said: Hi can i get a Siwon smut with female reader where they’re gonna go out somewhere nice but he sees her getting dressed and they don’t go because he got in the mood from seeing how good she looked. If you can make it really romantic and sweet I’d be so grateful. Thank you soo much. Your writings are a work of art!

Pairing: Siwon x fem!reader.

Word count: 1,285

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering.

A/N: bruh i did this listening to d&e so don't blame me, hope it's sweet and romantic as you thought anon! ❤️

MASTERLIST

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Sitting on the bed, Siwon followed every single step you made on the room. Every movement you did was worth for him to admire it like you were the most precious treasure walking on earth. With a smile, he rested his hands on his knees as you walked to the boudoir and put on your necklace, still on your underwear.

Siwon got home some minutes ago since you would go out for dinner, something you’ve been planning since last week. He was ready and all, and as you had a couple of years together this wasn’t new for any of you. He would sit there, talking and sometimes joking around with you while you got ready and put on your clothes to go out, but this time he was very quiet.

It didn’t bother you though, the silence was comfortable. However, you felt his eyes on you every time you walked around.

“Are you okay?” you asked, taking your dress out. Your voice made him blink a couple of times.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry,” he smiled, looking lovely at you.

“I don’t know, you’re quiet today,” you narrowed your eyes at him, the dress still on your hands. “Are you sure?”

“I am,” Siwon nodded.

You sighed and decided to believe his words, his smile wasn’t leaving his beautiful face any soon.

“Okay then, what do you think?” you beamed, showing him the dress you chose for the evening.

“I love it,” he simply said.

“But…?”

You saw him licking his own lips, it was a habit for him to do that sometimes. And maybe, just maybe, you thought he was admiring you too much that night and you were trying to prove something. He said nothing, you walked slowly to his figure sitting on the mattress, until you settled between his legs.

“Y/N…”

“What?” you asked, innocently.

Siwon knew what you were trying and he was giving up already. He stood up and took the dress from your hands, going to the closet and hanging it there.

“What are you doing?” you asked in a confused way while he walked to you again.

Without saying a word, his hand cupped your cheek sweetly and kissed your lips softly. He nipped at your bottom lip and you gasped, his tongue sliding inside your mouth and his other hand running on your hip, sending you shivers.

“So, we’re not going out today,” you whispered against his lips, feeling his touch on your skin.

He chuckled softly. His hand moving all the way from your ass to your bra to take it off slowly, his eyes admiring your form under him.

“I don't think so. You’re stunning,” he said against your neck, before planting smooth kisses on your skin that might leave marks later.

You held onto him, your breasts pressing against his clothed chest, feeling his lips and tongue caressing your neck and then your collarbone, and doing his way to your jaw. A soft moan escaped your lips at his gentle touch.

He pecked your lips one more time, you felt his smile against your lips as he began to explore your mouth with his tongue. Siwon broke the kiss and leaded you to the mattress, your knees on either side of his thighs as he sat down with you on top of him.

“Your turn,” you smirked, grinding yourself on his crotch. You could feel his growing bulge against your lace panties while he played with your breasts, leaving soft kisses and licking over your skin.

A soft whimper escaped from your lips and and quickly your hands unbuttoned his shirt just to gasp at his well built body. Still amazed you even after so long of being together, and you loved it.

Siwon's hand made its way down and pulled your underwear aside, rubbing your core. You hid your head on the crock of his neck, moaning against his ear and bucked your hips against his two fingers that easily slided in. He was being slow and whispered how good your clenching heat felt around his digits, stretching you for him.

You moaned when he pulled out his digits, now covered in your juices and he made you change positions on the bed. Now you were lying in the mattress while he took off the rest of his clothes, your panties following soon.

He climbed on top of you, leaving a trial of sweet, loving kisses, from your legs to your inner thighs, your stomach and your breasts, taking his time to adore every inch of your skin. The soft moans and noises coming from your lips where the only thing that would give him that drive to continue his task.

He stopped on your neck, marking you as his and you were damn sure it would leave some hickies on your skin. You stopped him, gasping and cupped his cheeks to draw him closer to you and take his lips on a hungry, passionate kiss, you felt his erection brushing on your lower regions.

Siwon parted your legs softly, caressing your inner thighs with his hand, and slowly slided himself into you, getting a moan against his mouth. You nipped at his lower lip, carefully every inch of him made its way inside your tight core.

He moaned against your lips. "You feel so good."

You grinned, your arms around his neck, moving your hips a little. He pressed loud kisses against your collarbone, and your legs hugged his waist to pull him closer to your body.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" he said.

"You say that to me everyday," you chuckled, his eyes locked on yours. "Please don't ever stop saying it."

He smiled sweetly and thrusted his hips to you, his forehead pressing against yours. His pace was slow, but sensual and deep, and it hit your sweet spots rather quickly. You thought he might be teasing, but his tortuous rhythm sent delicious vibrations trough your skin and fuck, he knew how to move to make you lose your mind just in seconds.

You were enamored with the way he whispered love words against your skin as he made love to you, so gentle and kind as if you were the most delicate creature in the universe. You hugged him tightly, your nails digging softly on his back, as he moaned, grunted and breathed on your ear, making you ever more eager of every inch of him.

This time, he took all the patience to enjoy your whimpers and he loved when you shut your eyes every time he hit that sweet spot of yours and how you lips would open without letting out a sound, panting because of pleasure.

You felt a familiar sensation building down on your crotch. Knowing you were close you slipped one hand and rubbed your clit to increase your pleasure. Siwon immediately increased his rhythm, he enjoyed when you touched yourself. Your orgasm built soon and you clenched repeatedly around him as you came hard with a loud moan of his name.

Still thrusting, he groaned against your skin feeling your pulsating walls around his cock and felt his own release soon. He quickly pulled out and jerked himself a couple of times until he released his hot seed on your stomach, a loud, erotic groan slipping from his lips when he marked you.

He stopped there, trying not to crush you with his body, your hand caressing his cheek as both of you came down from your highs.

"This was nice," you broke the silence with a smile on your face. "But you owe me a dinner."

Siwon chuckled and kissed your cheek. "This was better than going out though."

[initiatingtheheadcanons]

Hello, anon! This took a while, here you go :D

Yes, I did this like a full-on oneshot because why not ;)

And I wrote this in midnight (bc I can’t sleep), please forgive me if it’s somewhat sloppy D:

Warning(s): Secret Smut ;)

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You settled down your pen for once, stretching your arms up the air with a yawn. Your eyes glued on the portrait for your partner, sketch almost done. A few more shading and you are good to go.

You smiled and settled down your hands on your desk, picking the pen again to finish the drawing you’ve been working on for hours. You finished it and glanced at the clock at the wall, it’s already 11 pm.

You yawned again and smiled afterward, you can’t wait to show this to Medic. You stand up with the drawing on your hands and go out of the room you share together.

Medic will be in his lab up to 2 am or, at times, 3 am if you don’t drag him to the bed. He is usually cranky when he’s very tired but he lets you drag him to the room to rest. You peeked through the door first, he’s busy maintaining his Medi-Gun. You can’t exactly tell his expression as he is located on the far right of the room, his equipment settled on his table while grabbing tools from his cabinets.

You slowly approach him and you can hear him murmuring something in German.

“Dear?” You called him. Only Archimedes responded and flew to your view, perching on your shoulder as it greets you with a coo. You gave him a small pat using your finger, ruffling its feathers on its head. He cooed happily before flying away, back to its fellow doves.

Medic still working on his Medi-Gun, completely ignoring you or maybe that’s how you think? You tried again by touching him by the shoulder and he brushed you off. You felt a sting on your heart and it hurt, you still waited for him to say anything. He didn’t and you stormed off, almost crumpling the drawing you worked so hard for hours.

You pushed the door of his office aggressively with one hand, almost hitting Heavy in the process. You muttered a “sorry” to the big guy before heading back to your room, tears almost going to fall from your eyes.

Heavy looks confused at first but get it when he realized Medic is ignoring you. He understands the doctor could be cranky when he’s tired. The Russian sighs as he opens the door.

“Doktor?” He spoke gently to not startle Medic from his work, “You’re ignoring Y/N”

Heavy didn’t need to beat around the bush and Medic immediately stops on what he’s doing and turned around. His hair a bit messy and hands tainted with the mix of blood and oil.

“What?” he said, that came out rudely but he still continues, “I’m working”

“Doktor, you need to rest” Heavy insisted, approaching his co-worker, “It’s almost 12 midnight”

Medic sighed and checked his Medi-Gun one last time. “Fine, Kamerad”

“Y/N is in the room,” Heavy said as Medic pass by him, “Apologize to her”

“I will,” Medic said as the door closes behind him.

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You wiped your tears furiously and sat on the bed. You made sure to keep the drawing on a cabinet and maybe show it to Medic some other time, he’s taking his time with his stupid Medi-Gun which seems important to him than you.

“Y/N??” Medic’s voice made you jump a bit and you glanced angrily at the door. You didn’t even lock it, why isn’t he coming in?

“Fuck off,” You said as you lay down, facing away from the door. You heard it creaked opened and closed.

“Y/N-” Medic tried to speak but you cut him off.

“Just work with your stupid Medi-Gun,” you said, your eyes glaring at the wall you’re facing, “It seems it’s important than me”

“Liebe, that’s not true,” Medic says wearily but you know he meant it. You didn’t say anything and an idea struck you out of nowhere. You sat and turned to face him. 

He hangs the coat by the coat rack, his hair is a mess and his hands already clean, presumably he already washed off the blood and oil from tinkering his equipment. He removed his glasses and placed them on the desk before looking at you.

“Prove it,” you said and you watched Medic sit beside you and kiss you. You are taken by surprise, you took note that his kiss is a bit sloppy maybe because of exhaustion. He pinned you against the mattress, his body atop of you. You were undressed minus your underwear and he is planting kisses all over your body, you let out a small moan when one of his hands reach to massage your breasts.

He’s slower today but rougher, that thought passed by your mind before he gets himself undressed, letting his clothes fall off the edge of the bed. He left nothing but his boxers and you can’t help but stare at his obvious erection.

Your view was blocked by his face, kissing you again, tongues meeting carelessly and clumsily. He pulls your down panties reaching up to your knees and slid two fingers into your core, you let out a long moan and throw your head back. You feel his teeth digging into your collarbone as he continues to fingers you, mercilessly drawing his fingers in and out and you can hear the wet sounds it’s making.

You finally drag his hand away from your wet core and pull down his boxers, revealing his erection, already dripping off some of his pre-cum. He grunts as he inserts his inside you, you wrapped your head around his neck as soon as he bends forward. You felt his member go deeper and deeper inside you and felt his arms resting beside you.

Medic’s thrusts are rough, slamming into you without any signs of stopping. Your moans became progressively louder as you are close to climax. His thrusts became slower when you came and then pulled his erection when he reached his orgasm.

He plops himself beside you, both of you are panting for the next few seconds before he started speaking first.

“I hope that makes up for my apology” he says in-between his breaths. You turned to your side to face him, resting your head against his chest.

“I know you can’t resist me, darling” you said almost proudly, yawning. “I’ll show you something tomorrow”

It’s probably the best idea to show off your portrait of him by the morning. Right now, both of you are exhausted.

“Alright, my Liebe” He responded as he pecked your forehead with a small but sweet kiss. With that, Medic pulled the blankets on both of you and lay there as you two slowly fell asleep on each other’s arms.

[moonieseok]

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩...𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚?

pairings: kim taehyung and bestfriend!reader (platonic) 

request: can you do a platonic friendship kim taehyung drabble where he and his best friend have a paint night?

genre: platonic!! drabble!! and i had a tricky time coming up with the title because i wanted it to be a spin on the name of a classic painting so here you go anon! :D

word count: 1.1k 

taehyung had woken you up super early 

like i’m talking 6:00 am early

“tae. it is SIX AM NO WAY AM I GOING OUT”

...

...

and now you’re at the paint store

you didnt even know there was a paint store near your apartment??

and somehow tae knew there was a sale today 

its like he has a radar for this sort of thing

you snap out of your thoughts and look back at the endless shelves of canvasses 

canvases....canvai?? 

“uhh, tae? what do we need all this for?” you’re not sure if your wallet can handle this 

“c’mon y/n, it’s just a little paint! besides you know i like to have up to date supplies for my art~” 

so he says but 

twenty canvasses? 

twenty?? 

“listen i love that you’re passionate about this sort of thing...but this is too much.” you reach into the cart and grab a random paint bottle

“i mean come on, ashy pink? who needs ashy pink when you’ve got...uh....sunset rose??” 

he turns around and grabs the bottles from you

“i will have you know that ashy pink and sunset rose are two very different colors!” 

you honestly couldn’t care less i mean as long as you have one shade of pink it cant be all that bad? 

but are you still gonna sit there and complain until tae is done spending all his money on art supplies

yes because youre a good bestfriend 

suCK IT UP Y/N 

but the paint stuff is going to be sitting around the apartment for days

months

eighteen years

it’s just gonna be an eyesore

unless??

you draw your eyes to a poster on the wall

it reads paint night, this monday 

but over it in red text is a notice saying that the event was cancelled, because of the pandemic 

hmm

paint night

and if you make it last long enough

then all the paint can be gone in one go

“taehyungggg” you’re actually smiling now that you’ve got a way to win in this situation

“what if we had a paint night?” you ask

he stares at you for a few seconds

“you know..like a night....where we just paint....and nothing else?” 

he continues to stare

“hey are you oka- !” 

he had started rapidly shoving more bottles of paint into your cart

the cart! is getting manhandled by taehyung? 

mr. cart did nothing wrong free him

“y/n that is the most amazing idea you have had all day let’s do it RIGHT NOW” 

“taehyung its not even night yet-” “i dont care i want to PAINT NOW” 

suddenly he’s speeding towards the checkout

jesus mr. cart must be having the worst day of his life 

“taehyung- taehyung- slow down!” you run after him 

“y/n paint night waits for no one. not even you” he whispers to you as you both stop at the checkout line

“paint night wouldn’t even be happening without me so watch your mouth young man” you reach into your bag to grab some hand sanitizer because...you can never be too careful!

taehyung is moving the bottles of paint towards the register when he suddenly turns around and smiles 

“hey y/n-” “no. no we only came here because there was a sale and i am NOT going to pay for you!” 

you ended up paying anyway and now theres a crap ton of paint supplies in the back of your car

“i hope you know that means the next sushi run is on you”

taehyung reclines back on the car seat, so RELAXED and at ease

“yeah yeah whatever you say” 

you had to make him wait till the sun went down

otherwise he would’ve gone through all the supplies

and while thats what you wanted you wanted to paint too >:(

i mean you paid for the stuff you should at least get to use it 

to hold him off you just put on harry potter

it distracted him for about an hour before he got up and turned the tv off

“heY we were getting to the good part! i wanna know what happens to cedric!” 

taehyung then spoiled the movie for you

“tae how coULD you” “i mean its pretty obvious that he-” “sHUT UP LET ME MOURN” 

then the sun went down and you FINALLY let tae take the paint stuff out

“so uh..do i just grab a canvas and start painting whatever i want?” 

luckily tae was able to help you put your canvas on an easel and said “okay now paint whatever you want i am going to be over here in the zone™”

pinterest is always helpful so after 30 minutes of scrolling looking for something to paint you look up to see what tae’s doing

and this man has painted a whole ass sakura tree 

how?? when?? he’s not even using a reference??

i mean....go off bestfriend i guess 

so anyway you decided to paint your cat

because she was just sleeping and is there no better time to admire your cat then painting night? 

well first off painting is kinda hard

you have to pick the right colors for every piece of your art

and you have to make it look good 

like it doesnt matter if it looks realistic

and you know that making it good isnt important 

but you consider yourself somewhat good at drawing so this shouldnt be too hard

...

...

wrong

who knew your cat could be so rebellious

she has like 7 different shades of orange in her fur

and out of all the paints you had the right shade for her nose was not there

who knew ashy pink would come back to bite you 

tae, somehow is almost done with his painting 

“hey y/n could you pass me the sky blue” 

you get up to reach for it when suddenly your cat decides to wAKE UP 

and coincidentally knock over the paint can. 

you are now covered in paint

and behind you is the sound of laughing

you turn around slowly

to see your traitorous BEST FRIEND LAUGHING AT YOU????

well this is just terrible

so in response, you grab aSHy piNK and dump it on his head

(luckily he was done with his painting so it was somewhere else to dry)

no paintings were destroyed in the process of paint night 

after about ten minutes of paint throwing and laughing 

and accidentally getting some green on his phone but shhh shh he doesnt need to know

you both finally fall to the floor in exhaustion

“remind me to never let you touch paint again”  

“no next time just donT buy all this stuff” 

“my passion needs adequate supplies you dont get to-” 

there you go again

a/n: yo so this was really fun to write!! and i got it out pretty quickly which was good so i hope you all enjoy it :) i might be writing some genshin impact scenarios so look out for those not sure when they’ll be out tho