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niluffa · 7 months

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tw : subby sukuna, praising, really ooc | cw : 0,8k

“you wanna cum?” you whisper into sukuna’s ear. his back was firmly pressed against your chest, your bicep barely brushing past his waist as you stroked his cock from behind.

this was embarrassing. he was the king of curses, you were supposed to be the one begging for release, not him. guess the tables have changed a bit too quickly.

“y-yeah,” sukuna whines, voice and throat raw from the amount of times he screamed his lungs out─how many times did he cum again? sukuna can’t remember, and if you asked for the number, he would be screwed.

“yeah, pretty boy?” you chuckle, slowing your hand down on purpose. he has been through so many orgasms, he can take a small break, can’t he?

according to him, the answer is no.

“no!” sukuna sobs out at the lack of sensation on his cock, and he knew you did it to play with him─taking your one and only chance to mock and toy with the ryomen sukuna himself.

but how can he think of himself as mighty when he’s begging for your hand to start moving again?

“what do we say when─” you get cut off.

“p-please!” sukuna cries, hands aggressively itching to just grab you by your throat and force you on his cock─which, he doesn’t, since even though he’s the strongest, he’s a bit scared of you, (he’ll never admit it.)

“oh?” usually, you would slap him for cutting you off, but for now, you took your time to admire your two hours of hard work.

sukuna’s entire body was covered with sweat, his muscles gleaming under the orange tones of the sunset that peeked from behind the curtains.

tears, drool, and snot ran down his face. the normal sight of a crying person was a red face─which sukuna couldn’t dodge. the angry red colour dusted his cheeks, matching the current state of his cock.

the shade of red his poor dick held was so unintentionally gorgeous, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

in reality, it didn’t─your face holding zero amount of pity.

“good pet,” you praised him as if you trained a dog─telling him what things he did correctly and what he messed up. taming the king of curses wasn’t easy, but you did notice minor changes in his behavior.

your hand sped up. yes, you could stay at the painfully slow pace and watch sukuna cry himself to another orgasm. but he’s been such a sweetheart lately, and how could you deny his pleasure when he looks at you with those glossy crimson eyes of his?

“yes, yes, yes,” sukuna babbled at the sudden change of speed. his sharp fangs sunk into his bottom lip in an attempt to hide his moan─which failed as he still managed to choke out a few weak whimpers.

you’ve seen sukuna in many states, and his superhuman stamina never failed to amaze you, whether it was in a fight or during your intimate times in the bedroom.

but even then, you could see that sukuna was slowly reaching his limits. his throat was raw, only able to create the same pair of weak whimpers and whines.

it was visible on his face too. the way his eyelids struggled to stay open, and his mouth opening and closing like a fish. he kept switching between biting his lip to hide his moans and letting his jaw drop so he could gasp for air.

nevertheless, he was close.

“p-please,” sukuna chokes out again. the back of his head rested against your shoulder as he brutally failed to keep his spine straight─it’s not like he wanted to look at his cock being stroked either.

“i know, ‘kuna, i know,” you whisper and for the sake of ending his suffering, your wrist moves faster. sukuna felt the soft pad of your thumb brush against his tip every time your hand went up and he yelped.

“f-fuck!” sukuna cries, mouth hanging open to let out the most hot-blooded moans you’ve ever heard. damn, if only you had recorded him, you were sure his onlyfans would pay your rent for months.

“g-gonna cum─” sukuna gets cut off by his own moan, which was rather high-pitched and almost too feminine for the way he looked. the familiar burning feeling inside his tummy rose every second, tears and snot pouring down his face.

“‘s okay,” you coo at him, thumb circling around his hole every now and then─sukuna sob, and you grin, “you can let go, hm?” sukuna doesn’t argue, he doesn’t growl, hiss, or yell like he always does.

he listens and comes. and when he does, he comes hard.

the overwhelming feeling of release washes over him, thin and watery ropes of cum, that were caused by the unknown amount of orgasms he had before, landing right on right on his chest.

“you did so good,” you hum and continue to milk his cock to help him get rid of every last bit that was left of him; even against his protests of “too much!”

but in the end, he got his release, so who is he to complain?

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sleepingdead96 · 4 days

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Prepared for Anything.

Danny stared at the ceiling, bored, as the creepy clown laughed manically at a camera. Danny hadn’t been in this dimension for two minutes, (he’d portalled directly into Joker’s hideout) before he was promptly tied to a chair. He could get out of it easily.

Thing was, there were others here, restrained more thoroughly than Danny. They wore colourful, armoured suits and were obviously the vigilantes/heroes of this. . .place—Gotham? Danny’d heard the name mentioned a few times now—This Freakshow wannabe was obviously one of their villains.

Danny had been hoping someone would show up without having to draw attention to himself. What was this dimension’s stance on halfas? Or ghosts?

But no one had come yet, it had been an hour, and he was getting stiff from sitting here so long without being able to move his limbs.

Danny heaved a loud, exasperated sigh-groan at the ceiling. The guy, face-painted like a toddler who’d gotten into their parent’s make-up, suddenly stopped monologuing.

Good. It was getting annoying.

“Are you done yet?” Danny complained much like the impatient teenager he was. “I’ve got crap to do, wrap it up, would you?”

Danny came here to explore. He was not exploring. He should be exploring and it was all this dude’s fault.

Danny supposed he could go all ghost on him and bounce, but he came all this way. It wasn’t much of hassle, but still. Danny was stubborn. He knew this.

The warehouse was silent. The creepo wasn’t talking, anymore, he wasn’t doing anything, and Danny deigned to lift his head from where it’d been thrown back on the chair.

The costumed people were looking at him in horror.

Danny wasn’t sure why.

The walking fashion disaster began to cackle with condescending amusement.

Yeah, okay, whatever.

Danny ignored the man’s delve into something about Danny’s impending doom, or threatening him with pain, and something, something, something. Something about broken this, burning that, yada, yada yada, when Danny got an idea.

Behind the chair where his hands were bound, knowing no one was behind him, he quietly broke the ropes on his wrists. The vigilantes—a red one with bandoliers crossing over his chest and one who wore a largely grey and black suit with an R emblem on the left side of his chest—were valiantly trying to dissuade the psycho to leave Danny alone, who now realized the said psycho was coming towards him, carrying a crowbar.

How original.

The Joker, as Danny heard someone call him at some point, he’s not sure when, leaned in close. His breath stank.

Danny made a disgusted face. “Do you not brush your teeth at all? Gross, dude.”

“You won’t be mak—“

Danny punched him in the jaw. The guy went down pretty easily.

Danny made an annoyed noise as he bent down to untie his ankles from the chair legs. He muttered to himself. “Stupid villains, always gotta get in the way, why can’t I just have one nice vacation, huh?”

“How did you do that?”

Danny looked up at the red one. “Do what?” He asked, standing and stretching with satisfying pops.

“Get free.”

“Oh. . .” Danny reached into his hoodie sleeve and pulled out a small hand saw. He guessed he coulda used a knife, but it was the first thing he'd thought of.

The guy spluttered. “You just keep a saw in your sleeve?”

“Yep.” Danny popped the P. No need for them to know he can make portals. As tiny as needed. “You guys want help out of those, or what?” Danny gestured to the chains keeping the two bound on the floor.

“No, Joker’s goons outside probably has the keys, we have back-up. . . .coming. . . .where did you get that?”

Danny didn’t miss a beat as he crouched to get a grip on the chain with the large pair of bolt cutters. “Ah, ya know, never leave home without a good pair of bolt cutters.” He offered. The room they were in was pretty bare, saying he found it “lying around” wouldn’t work. It’d be pretty obvious.

“That is absurd.” The younger one said. “Where did they come from?”

Danny snapped the red one free and moved onto the angry eyebrows one. How did they still emote so well through those masks? “Just had it on hand.”

“But wh—“

“Oh look! There ya go! I gotta go, nice being held hostage with ya’ll.” Danny ignored their calls for him, climbing out of the nearest window and disappearing.

#danny phantom #dpxdc fanfic #crossover fic #dimension travel #BAMF danny fenton #tim drake wayne #damian wayne

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yeritos · 12 days

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ༜𑜞𑇓࿐ 𓇻゜𐬹 🫧 *.⊹

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ © ⠀ roller⠀ coaster

roller coasters are quite unpredictable, charged with quick turns and sudden slopes. you can easily compare them to emotions, one second you’re at the peak of life, the next you’re distancing yourself. and yet, even if we’d rather pass over the rather unpleasant moments in life, those moments are what makes everything thrilling, because without these downs, ups wouldn’t be as sensational in contrast. in this event you’ll be mixxing the both of these worlds, expressed in form of a moodboard.

this is based of ‘mixxpop’ , a unique musical identity built upon group nmixx, separating their sound from other peers. most of these songs are seen as experimental paired with a switch up. (sme did it first but we all get it right!!!!!) nowwww enough of beating around the bush and let’s get right into the details!!

⠀ ͏✿ reply with joining down below, rbs are appreciated but not required

⠀ ͏✿ spin the wheel here, you will be required to make your moodboard with that idol! its up to you which colors to use & respin if needed. all of the idols included are my ults so i can get to see more pretty people on my feed teehee⠀ idol

⠀ ͏✿ your moodboard should include two different aesthetics, representing mixxpop and it’s different colors fused in one song, switching it up a little from usual mbs :o my explanation is REALLY vague so here are two examples of how the finished product could be looking like ♡ (black & pink) ♡ (cottage & red)

⠀ ͏✿ refrain from copying and if it remains unnoticed, good for you i guess

⠀ ͏✿ mention me in the moodboard or in the replies and make sure to include the tag #roller coaster : event

⠀ ͏✿ the deadline will be on the 3rd of may, we’ll see if it needs to be extended

⠀ 🥇 ⠀ ᯓ★ ⠀ a follow obviously, one blog theme of their liking, 100 reblogs, two moodboards, shoutout and three dividers!

⠀ 🥈 ⠀ ᯓ★ ⠀ a follow 2️⃣, 75 reblogs, a mb, shoutout and three locs!

⠀ 🥉 ⠀ ᯓ★ ⠀ a follow 3️⃣, 50 reblogs, a mb, shoutout and users

⠀ a participation prize of 20 reblogs is included, i know the prizes aren’t extravagant but we’re here for the fun not prizes

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OKAYYYY WE ARE SOOO BACK likeeee it made click as soon i saw that ningning mb so here we go.. and thank you for pulling up for the sake of my 7k party.. i fw you guys heavy btw…

cgs for reaching the end of my post, hope roller coaster brings smth new to the table not like flame rises W-EO** MADE ME DO IT 😭🙏 i planned an event based of representative colours but wanted to respect her opinion omg… ??? also, after writing the first paragraph i realised roller coaster has zero mixxpop i’m so EMBARRASSEDDDD BUT once it starts, there is no going back anymore 😆 a round&round inspired one with the 4 seasons and solar system eats though..

⠀ — ⠀ signing off, yeritos

#⠀ © ⠀ by yeritos #roller coaster : event #loc by v6que #WHO IS UP FOR PARTICIPATION PRIZESSSS

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jasmines-library · 3 months

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This might be a weird request, but can you take your favorite song and make a batfam story with it? I saw the “Kristy, Are You Doing Okay?” fic and immediately folded I loved it so much <3 <3 <3

The Ghost of You.

YES YES YES! It's really hard for me to just pick one song, but this came to mind so i thought i'd give it a go. Also this probably wasn't what you were after anon, so i'm sorry. You're all going to hate me after this :(

Summary: After your death, the batfam struggle to navigate their lives without you.

Warnings: This fic deals with death (mildly graphic) and the aftermath, contains suicidal thoughts, grief, unhealthy ways of processing grief and some other heavy content so please be advised.

Word Count: 2k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

I never said I'd lie and wait forever

If I died, we'd be together

I can't always just forget her

But she could try

Tim was the first to arrive too late.

Your body had already careened over to the side, collapsing into a puddle of your own blood. Tim faltered as he made his way over to you, gawping at the arrows that protruded gruesomely from your stomach, your shoulder and the back of your knee. That was what had taken you down: a well placed shot to the back of the joint. The other two followed as insurance. To ensure that you would bleed out.

And even though Tim was right there, he faltered. Even though he could see the way your chest spluttered as you fought for air, he couldn’t bring himself to move. His hands shook. His lips trembled. And if anyone was focusing hard enough they would have been able to see the glint as water collected in his eyes.

Then came Jason, grappling down from the building. He had heard it before he saw it. Grimacing at the way your cry was followed by two more, he was gripped tight by a fit of rage. Mercilessly he took out the two crooks in front of him so he could dash to your side. He should have been helping Nightwing and Batman, but at that moment all he could focus on was your safety.

He managed to gather himself up enough to try and press around the arrows, but your blood pooled through the fabric of your suit and your breathing had slowed to nearly nothing. Tim had finally got himself to move and he was sure that he heard someone call your name. Though he couldn’t remember if it was himself or Jason. Either way he too pressed down harshly around the arrow to try and staunch the blood flow. And it should have hurt. God, you should have been thrashing and screaming. But you just lay there, spluttering as you faded. Tim didn’t know what was worse; but he came to the conclusion that the sound of your agonised scream was better than waiting in this near listless silence.

“Just hold on, Raven.” Jason. But you would have never guessed it from the way his normally firm voice wavered. “We’re going to get you to help…j-just a little longer.

Then you moved. Your hands shifted to lay atop of theirs and you strained your head to see them. Tim’s stomach dropped as you looked at him with your hooded eyes and small smile. A gesture of consolidation. You were trying to tell them that it was okay. It made Tim want to hurl. How could you be thinking of them in a time like this?

“Y/N..?” Tim muttered. He should have used your vigilante name. He didn’t care.

“s’okay” you slurred as your eyes fluttered at him. You could no longer make out much as your vision became a blur of colour. Jason palled at the sight of the crimson that stained your teeth as a sickening contrast to the paleness of your skin. He wanted to look anywhere else, like to Dick and Damian who were still trying to take down the criminals who just wouldn’t quit, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of your face.

“S’gonna b-be ok..”

“No…” Tim was crying now. They both were. Neither made any effort to try and hide it.

“P-promise you won’t do…any’thn stupid-” you mumbled.

Tim brushed his thumb over your hand. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to but he would. For you. “I promise…”

You wanted to turn your attention to Jason, but your eyes fluttered and you could feel your strength fading.

“ Love you…” Then, your chest rose… and fell as you took your final breath.

At the end of the world or the last thing I see

You are never coming home, never coming home

Could I? Should I?

And all the things that you never ever told me

And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

The manor was silent. Deathly silent.

And even though the manor was the busiest it had been for a while it still seemed so empty. It was almost like the minute that your heart stopped pumping, so did all of the life in the manor.

Dick hardly slept. He spent his nights staring blankly at the ceiling, letting his thoughts carry him away because if he didn’t his mind would torture him with pictures of you. He had thought about it. He had thought about it a lot actually. Especially after he had seen your body being lowered into the ground sealing you into nothingness. You were gone.

Dick remembered Jason and Tim uttering something about promising not to do anything stupid. But he wasn’t sure. They didn’t talk much anymore. He thinks he remembered them saying that they had promised you. But he hadn’t. And so the thought crossed his mind often. If he was only brave enough to do it. Oh, what he would jive to see even just a ghost of one of your charismatic grins again. Or to hear your laughter as you sang to your music poorly in your room across the hall. You often used to keep the door open, just a crack as a form of comfort blanket and that let your voice carry through the hall. But now the door was firmly closed.

Pull yourself together. Dick blinked away the film that formed in his eyes. Though no tears fell; he had cried himself dry a long time ago. You wouldn’t want this. Dick had tried to tell himself. But it seemed everything he did reminded him of you. Reminded him how he was never going to see you again. And it hurt. You were still so young. You had your entire life ahead of you to live and Dick yeared to have seen it. But it was ripped away from you cruelly like candy from a child.

Ever get the feeling that you're never all alone?

And I remember now

Your bloodstained face was burned permanently into Tim’s mind. It was there every time his eyes drifted closed.

Each time he finally got himself to sleep, there you were. Crying out his name.

He should have been quicker. Tim scolded himself often for this. He thought that his fumble could have been the difference between you living and dying. But of course, he had frozen. His body had refused to function no matter how much his brain screamed at him to just move! But he was frozen. He remembered watching fearfully as Jason, who was much further away, dropped to his feet from above and tried feebly to help. If only he had been just that little bit quicker. If only he had been paying attention then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt in the first place.

He was sitting in the batcave, staring blankly at the monitors. Not because he wanted to but because someone had to. Though him being there wouldn’t have made much difference. All of the shapes on the screen had blurred into one colour.

Tim had never felt more lonely sitting in the plush chair because usually you would be there with him. Cracking a joke or two, or reminding him he needed to go to sleep with a gentle touch on the shoulder or his hand. Sometimes Tim thought he could still feel it. A phantom pain: like when someone loses a limb.

You had become such an important part of his daily life that his body yeared for your touch or the sound of your voice. He yearned for the warmth of your fingers, but then remembered that the last time he felt them, they were ice cold and covered in your own blood.

At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies

She dies.

Jason was angry. He had never handled his grief well, even from a young age. And his coping mechanisms were far from healthy. Whilst his brothers spent their time reserved to themselves, Jason was searching for revenge. But he had promised you he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

So he found his solitude in a punching bag.

Your scream piercing through the air. A punch to the bag so hard that it swung violently on its bolt.

The feeling of your blood trickling around his fingers. A right hook.

Your cold and clammy skin against his as he removed his gloves to trail his hands along your face. Another.

Your last words falling from your tongue. Punch.

Your chest rising as you spluttered. Punch. punch.

Your last exhale. Punchpunchpuch.

He kept going until his knuckles were a mangled and bloody mess and he felt like his jaw might snap from how much he had been clenching it.

Jason didn’t bother to wrap his knuckles as he trudged towards the shower, despite how much they burnt and throbbed. But for some sick reason he couldn’t wrap his mind around, he savoured it. Almost as a punishment for not being able to save you.

When he slipped into the shower, he still couldn’t stop the flood of images ricocheting around his head like a broken record that still somehow managed to play no matter how scratched up it was. He thought he might have found some solace in the feeling of the water trickling over his skin, but all he found was his mind confusing it for the feeling of your blood on his skin.

Jason let out a cry of anguish, bringing his fists to clench at his hair as he sank to the floor and began to cry.

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall, if I fall down

Damian had seen a lot of death in his life. That came as part of being a human weapon. But no death tore him up as much as yours.

He would forever remember the cold that gripped him when he saw Jason with your body in his arms. He had never felt so empty as Bruce tried to pull him away. Damian had fought against him, nearly clawing at his father to try and get to you, but Bruce just held him close and pressed Damians face into his chest to shield him from the horrors in front of him. But it was too late. He had already seen your mangled body and he couldn’t help the way his body trembled as he clung to Bruce like a scared little child.

And Damian would never admit it, but he was scared.

Scared of how everything would play out now that you were gone. Scared that you were angry at him for being so far away. Scared that because he wasn’t there when it mattered most, that it might happen again.

He should have been there. Damian cursed to himself.

He had been on the other side of the building trying to deal with the last of the crooks. Dick was with him for a time, but had finished up much earlier than Damian and had fled as soon as possible. Damian should have picked up then that something was wrong.

But he didn’t.

And he was so frustrated with himself for not. He should have been better. Should have taken the criminal down with one blow and followed his brother to your side. Surely with all four of them there, you would have made it… right?

He wasn’t so sure.

He wasn’t sure of much anymore. No one was. And they all felt so betrayed because you being by their sides was one of the things that kept them going everyday. And now…

One thing they did know for certain though was that you were gone. And no matter how much they yearned for you, you were never coming home.

🦇 BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@mamapucket

@xxrougefangxx

@hearts4robs

(I'm sorry.)

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justalildumpling · 11 months

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⇢ haechan as your boyfriend

pairing: haechan x reader genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our chaotic little pudu!! im sorry for making you the punching bag of my smaus🤠

let’s be for real here, he was the one who confessed to you. it does not matter whether you liked him first, he would’ve confessed first

haechan probably would’ve just started talking to you randomly, asking to become friends and annoying the HECK out of you until you started unwillingly liking him and magically he confessed to you.

when you guys were friends, he probably would’ve hugged you and clung to you a lot but once you start dating this boy… have fun with him stuck to you 24/7! no seriously, you can’t rid of him

expect lots of back hugs, hugs from the side with him placing a soft kiss on your cheek with a playful little smile on his face, him hugging your waist whilst he’s sitting down

your hand will always be warm. if he sees you visiting him at work, he’ll excitedly grab your hand and drag you around; if you’re sitting at dinner with his members, you bet his hand will be caressing the palms of your hand; if you’re having a little cry, his hand will automatically reach for yours, fingers intertwined

so much banter, sarcasm and sass in your relationship like if your friends or anyone saw your text messages to each other, they will be concerned

he would send random photos throughout the week to let you know what he’s up to. it could be a photo of his hair getting dyed with a text saying “i bet you $20 that you can’t guess what colour im dying it this time :p” “red.” “WHAT?!!!>>! YOU WITCH! HOW DID YOU KNOW?” “lucky guess :)” it could even be a photo of his favourite chocolate snacks or a paper cut on his finger

despite your constant old married couple bickerings, haechan would hold so much love for you. he would constantly compliment you, saying that you’re the prettiest person alive, hype you up whenever you buy a new outfit and just gaze at you with a lovesick look in his eyes

that boy and his jealousy are like a match made in heaven (but in the pettiest and jokiest way possible) realistically i don’t haechan would get jealous in a serious sense like he wouldn't be insecure about himself or his trust in you at all but if he sees you hanging out his members (esp dreamies) too much, you best know the man’s gonna either be ignoring you for a bit (to annoy you) or just hanging on for dear life and shouting out how your his girl in front of everyone.

like i can imagine you and him cuddling up in his dorm and him just randomly asking you, “me or jeno?” “huh? where is this coming from?” “answer, me or jeno?” “you, of course, what are you-”

and haechan would get up from his bed and shout out “HAH! SUCK ON THAT JENO! Y/N LIKES ME MORE!” and jeno replying with the most confused face, “I WOULD HOPE THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKES YOU MORE THAN ME??????”

expect lots of facetime calls or just calls in general, it could literally be for a minute before he goes on stage for his tour. “hyuck why are you calling me on standby?” “because i wish you were here, you would’ve loved it here.”

he would call you after every show of his tour and despite the time differences you would still pick up, i can imagine him with his hair damp after his shower, eating a bowl of kimchi jjigae and telling you the highlights of his concert or simply singing you your favourite song as you fall asleep on call

your dates would vary between lazing around at home, watching cheesy rom-coms on netflix with a pile of snacks to going out in the city at night, making your own silly adventure and pretending that it was only the two of you in the world

the best thing about dating haechan would be that he would bring out your inner child, nourishing it and reminding you that it’s okay to have fun and to live in the moment once in a while and to forget about your worries. he would remind you to do the things you love, to make time for them whilst you’re working or whatever adulting things needs to be done.

your relationship with him would be fun, lighthearted and healing and he would never fail to remind you that you are indeed loved and cherished, not just by him but everyone around you as well

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 3 months

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DAY 13 - «On Thin Ice» Good Omens AU - Triptych Tribute for @blairamok

Part 1/3: "Falling Angel" Aziraphale

Please, listen to this

Change everything you are

And everything you were

Your number has been called

Fights and battles have begun

Revenge will surely come

Your hard times are ahead

Don't let yourself down

Don't let yourself go

Your last chance has arrived

Best, you've got to be the best

You've got to change the world

And use this chance to be heard

Your time is now

Falling Angel, your time is now!

(yes I know this Muse song has another sense in the On Thin Ice universe - for Crowley. Well, our Fallen Serpent will show us what IS a true Survival, tomorrow. ;-)

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Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours, as usual for my Daily Challenges. Well, this is a very special Tribute for me, and I was on a three-days break. So I didn’t really set a timer for the « On Thin Ice » sketches. Plus, I drew them quite in the same time and on the same file to be sure Crowley and Aziraphale would match. I guess I spent more or less 3 hours on the lineart for each one of them (the clothes and the figures needed a lot of time), plus 1h30-2h on the colouring/shading for each one.

Be aware that in my first sketches for this project, Crowley and Aziraphale were supposed to train on the same ice rink, and I dearly wanted Crowley to be watching Aziraphale, and Aziraphale was supposed to glance back to him. I had to give up on this idea later – because the figure I chose for Aziraphale definitely couldn’t allow such a shared glance. (but, hello, it will be a triptyque ! So, guess what? About the third part… :-p)

About Aziraphale, as my « Falling Angel ».

« On Thin Ice » author, @blairamok, describes the Hydroplane ice skating figure as very representative of Aziraphale, and the drawing reference pictures were numerous enough to get some solid inspiration. It’s a complex skating figure. I have watched some ice skating tutorials on YouTube – because I wanted the movement of the clothes and hair to be accurate and, if I understand everything properly, even a slight alteration in the position of the arms can make you fall. Such perfection ! That IS the right move for Aziraphale !

I told sooner on my Gymnast !AU challenge that I appreciated drawing Aziraphale with realistic curves more and more each day – even if it still triggers me sometimes about my own shaming roundnesses. I realised my way of doing art – and my mind too, maybe - was evolving when I got back to check references in the amazing Blair artworks (link AO3). A few months ago, I felt insecure watching Blair’s Aziraphale, which seemed to me too much plump and very soft – not a « good sportive look », I thought then. But now I like him more and more, so maybe my way of thinking is changing, and I think this is for the very best.

My Aziraphale is performing a difficult figure, so he is using all his muscles into maintaining his balance. He seems so statuesque, so powerful, yet very focused and oblivious to the world around him, with his eyes shut. That is why he couldn’t share a glance with my Crowley. T.T

Maybe this is my way to guess Aziraphale’s behavior in the so-awaited « On Thin Ice » next chapters. Focused on his own training, trying to ignore Crowley’s sassyness but still secretly impressed by his partner’s skills. Because they share the same love for Ice Skating, even if they don’t show it in the same way.

Blair, if you ever read this, thank you. For your artworks, for making us dream about a wonderful story that still remains to be told.

Thank you for « On Thin Ice », for your so-kind message last week, and for everything else.

I have faith. I’ll wait for your story. But even if it doesn’t exist yet, I am already dreaming about it, and this is priceless.

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changisworld · 28 days

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“Just don’t tell her” TEASER

Stepdad!Binnie x reader 🙈

Summary; You don’t get along with your mom since her & your fathers divorce since she cheated on him but luckily you got an easy escape when college rolled around. It’s now summer break & you head home, mostly to gather a few more of your things but also to use the pool in your childhood home’s backyard but you got more than you bargained for when you seen your moms new, younger boyfriend.

Binnie is 27, reader is 20.

This teaser isn’t exactly NSFW but the full version WILL have smut since that is what i write, MDNI.

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as you take a few swigs out of the practically empty wine bottle, finishing it off before putting it on the counter. As you do this, you hear footsteps come into the room, beginning to recognise the sound of it. You turn around & unsurprisingly but happy at who it is in front of you, changbin is in front of you, curly hair on show & now in a loose white tank top & some baggy black shorts & you need to make a genuine effort to not drool all over yourself. "Look at us, matchy matchy." you tease as you touch his strap of his top, you both let out a small chuckle. "Yup, got the inspo from you, think you wore it better than me though. You cold, hmm? Shoulda took the blanket with you." He teases back, making you look down & you see that your nipples are poking through your shirt, extremely noticeable. Your cheeks go cherry coloured as you look back at him. "Why you staring hm? Mom wouldn't be happy." He scoffs, hand reaching out to play with the ends of your hair, twirling it in his fingers, the silence a lot more comfortable than earlier despite the contact being a lot more intimate now. "Hey! Don't blame me, who wouldn't look hmm? so p- don't act as if you didn't do it on purpose." he says, voice low & deep. "what were you gonna sayyy? What if I wanted you to see? Never said this before but your arms are so big, holy shit." you smirk as you prodd at his left arm, softly grabbing & touching at it which gives him goosebumps. "Was just g'na call em perky is all. Imagine your mom heard you talking to her boyfriend like this." You roll your eyes, trying to not to show the affect he has on your words. "Imagine my mom hearing you talking to her daughter like this.. Afraid you chosen the wrong one hmm? Incase you somehow haven't caught on, I personally, would do anything to make her miserable." You have no idea where the confidence has came from but you don't second guess what you're saying. Your fingers leave his arm as you let your fingers trail up past his jaw & up to his hair, playing with it, at the same time Changbin pulls you in closer by the waist, sharing breath. "Never knew I could only make one choice.. Could correct myself one day but what would you offer me, y/n?" he says to you, a different look in his eyes than what was there earlier in the day. "Would need to just find out now, wouldn't you?" You snap back, leaning in just enough to wiggle your nose against his, not breaking eye contact. As you do this you hear footsteps upstairs & the bathroom door opening & closing which makes you both semi permanently snap out of it. He sighs before looking at the direction of the door then turning back to you, hands not moving. "We can finish this conversation later mkay? Wanna gimme a teaser though before I need to go?" he whispers to you & before you can stop yourself, you lean in & kiss him. It only lasts a few seconds but you know you can both feel some sort of weird connection between you both & you can't help but think & admire how soft his lips are, like mini cushions against your own. You both break away at the same time & he playfully ruffles your hair, messing it up before stepping away from you. "Goodnight, y/n." He says nonchalantly despite his cheeks & ears blushing like crazy before leaving the room, leaving you standing there, taking in what just hapened.

Full oneshot will be released 28/04/24 -> 29/04/24🤍

#teaser #skz smut #stray kids #changbin #binnie #oneshot #skz imagines #skz scenarios #straykids x reader #straykids #han jisung #hyunjin #jeongin #seungmin #bang chan #felix #lee know #skz x reader #skz

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genderlessghoul · 7 months

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Thinking thoughts of transmasc Phantom's first experience with trans tape and it goes horribly wrong. Luckily, a certain fire ghoul finds him in his time of distress.

IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THIS LONG WOAH.

Anyway, t4t Phantom and Dew fluff below the cut, with mention of trans Rain (everyone's trans, heck yeah) nothing sexual but they do be naked. Nothing graphic but Phantom do be getting scars in the long run.

This entire thing was a stupid idea. The idea of not having to wear an extra article of clothes to hide his chest had been very appealing, so was the thought of not having to reposition himself in a binder all day. He also had liked the prospect of getting to wear his binding equipment for a few days. But now it all seems like the worst decision he's made possibly ever.

He's on his second day with the tape on. It was fine the day before. It started being uncomfy during the evening but it didn't really bother him until that morning. He pulled through the entire day and every second he could feel the adhesive pull on his skin in the most uncomfortable way possible.

The decision was made right after dinner to take it off. His skin needed to breathe. The pull was painful when he entered the bathroom and now, 20 minutes later, it's unbearable. He needs the tape off yesterday. But he only got one tiny piece off and it felt like he was skinning himself alive. And he's supposed to do that for what, 7 more strips? He might just keep them on for the rest of his life, it's less painful than removing them.

He conciders it but he can't. He can't bare the feeling of anything touching his skin anymore. He tries to go back to removing the strips but it hurts too much, he's just making pathetic pained sounds while he pulls slowly, millimeter after millimeter. He's vaguely aware that his cheeks are wet but he doesn't know when he started crying.

Before long, he's on his knees on the cold bathroom floor, crying softly out of pain and frustration. Holding his head in his hands because he can't bare to remove the tape but he can't bare not to do it.

"What the fuck?"

Phantom about jumps out of his skin when he hears the voice. He turns around to find Dewdrop standing in the doorway. More like leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest. The quintessence ghoul didn't close the door but he didn't think he'd have to, as the only way in is through his own bedroom.

"You scared the living shit out of me, what the fuck are you doing in my room?" he's trying to hide the obvious shake in his voice with a dry tone, scrambling to dry his face with his sweaty palms. The last thing he needs right now is for Dew to make fun of him.

"We share a wall, dumbass, I could hear your whining. Decided I'd come check out the situation for myself. Now what do we have here?"

The fire ghoul walks up to the other and offers a hand to pick him off the floor. Once on his feet, Dew grabs Phantom by his shoulders to gently coax him into turning to the right, then to the left, taking the time to examine the pieces of athletic tape glued to his side. Phantom knows he looks ridiculous. The tape is that wanna-be flesh tone colour that doesn't look real on any human, much less on a ghoul with such dark grey skin and such bright white patches. The job is uneven, he couldn't get both sides to matches. The tape is full of ugly wrinkles that make his skin itch. Truly a poor sight to witness.

"Tried tape for the first time? Not too bad I guess... There's a whole lotta wrinkles in it though, it's not gonna be a fun time removing it."

Phantom's eyes glue to the floor at that last part and the fire ghoul catches onto it. A concerned and puzzled look paints itself on his face as he turns the younger ghoul around one more time. There in his back, he can see a bright red spot right in the middle of one of the quintessence ghoul's white patches, directly next to the tape.

"You absolute idiot. Are... Are you trying to remove it raw?"

"I figured it was like a bandaid, I could just peal it off... Obviously not." he speaks softly. Dew turns him around one last time and grabs his face to force him to make eye contact.

"Why in all seven circles of Hell would you not ask me about it? Or Rain? You can't just peal it off, you're gonna take your entire back, sides and tits out with it!"

"I don't know, I just didn't think there was anything more to it."

The fire ghoul lets him go with a sigh.

"Okay just... Just stay there, don't touch anything. I'll be back in a couple minutes, okay?"

"Yeah okay."

Dew leaves and Phantom thinks he might start to cry again. The whole pack would know in a matter of seconds, they'd surely laugh at him in the morning for his pathetic attempt. He stares at the singular piece of tape sitting on his bathroom counter, the only one he managed to remove. He should have asked Dew about it, about the entire process really, but he was so scared of being made fun of for needing help with a task that sounded so simple.

The fire ghoul returns soon enough, he's armed with a bottle of some liquid and one of his own towel. There's a couple other things in a pouch that he sets on the counter top.

"Get in the shower, we're gonna oil you up like a rotisserie chicken."

"What?"

Dew rolls his eyes. "This is baby oil, it helps break down the adhesive in the tape. I don't wanna make a mess of your bathroom floor so get in the shower!"

"They make oil out of babies???"

Phantom looks completely horrified and Dew's thoroughly unamused. "It's made for babies, dipshit."

"... Oh."

He strips out of his pajama pants and boxers and slips into the shower. The fire ghoul follows suit after removing his own clothes. He jumps straight into his task, uncapping the bottle and lining the lip with the top of Phantom's tape, letting the oil soak through the offending material. He glides the bottle slowly over the entire lenght of one side of the quintessence ghoul's body, then repeats on the other side. Dew restarts the process a few times, each time lower on the tape, until every part of it looks soaked.

"I'm gonna work the oil into the tape, just to make sure it's completely soaked throught. Let me know if any spot hurts in particular, okay? You probably have a fair amount of blisters and raw skin under there, I don't wanna hurt you more than I have to."

Phantom nods and Dew discards the bottle on the shower floor. He starts gently massaging the tape, starting in the back and moving slowly towards the front. He sees the way Phantom winces when his fingers press into the very back on the strips and tries to soften his motions.

"You shouldn't stretch the tape so much in the back. The first and last inch of a strip serve kind of as anchor points, don't stretch them or you're not gonna have a fun time." Dew offers his quintessence ghoul some advice as he works.

"Huh uh" Phantom elects to rest his head on the other's shoulder, inhaling his scent to distract from the accidental self-inflicted pain. He smells like wood smoke and fresh cinnamon rolls, a lot sweeter than usual. Dew's fingers work over a few wrinkles.

"Put the tape on as flat as possible. Wrinkles will cause blisters. They can get really big and leave stupid ugly scars. They're also generally just painful so don't do that shit on purpose."

"Huh uh" Phantom knows there's no magic coming from the fire ghoul, nut he still feels like his touch makes his skin feel better.

Once he's done massaging all over the tape, Dew elects to run his fingers over Phantom's shoulder blades in a soothing motion for a while. The younger ghoul's head is still resting on his shoulder, his breath slowly stabilizing now that there's no immediate pain inflicted on him.

"When you want to remove it, you have to make sure you completely soak it in oil for a little while before. Any oil works, really, I just liked baby oil the best back then. Mount would scold me over using anything from the kitchen since you need a pretty obscene amount."

Phantom lets out a small hum as a reply and his hands move absentmindedly to Dew's own sides, his thumbs resting at the base of his scars. If getting himself in a stupid predicament is all it takes to get the fire ghoul's soft and caring side, he should do stupid things more often.

They stay like that for a little while longer before Dew's hands make their way back to the tape. "Let's try this again now, shall we?"

Phantom apprehends the pain when fingers lift the corner of a strip, but it never comes. It's removed slowly, without any real struggle. The other ghoul lets it fall at the bottom of the shower with a wet thump.

"See?" he says in a soothing voice. "It's a whole lot better when you do it right."

The fire ghoul whispers soft praises into his ear as he continues the job, slowly, piece by piece, until they're all sitting next to their fallen comrade on the shower floor.

Dew places a small kiss to the top of Phantom's head before detaching him from his sides. He discards the strips of tape to a corner with his foot and turns on the water, setting it to a comforting warmth.

"Now we just gotta un-rotisserie chicken you. Don't wanna get your sheets all oily."

"It's gonna hurt like a bitch if you scrub."

"Not gonna scrub I promise. Been there done that, never again."

He doesn't give Phantom a chance to argue before he's picking up the bottle of coconut scented body wash, squirting some into his hands and lathering it. He repeats his task of slowly working over the previously taped area on the quintessence ghoul's body. He's working as gently as he can but he still sees the way Phantom clenches his teeth whenever he reaches a blister or a spot of particularly sore skin.

Dew makes sure the ghoul in front of him is completely cleaned of any oil before he works the few spots where he got some on himself. The water is closed and he takes the other's hand to guide him out of the shower. Dew wraps him towel over his hips before grabbing another one and patting Phantom dry, still as careful over his sensitive spots.

The quintessence ghoul catches a glimpse of himself in the shower and only then does he realise how badly he messed up. Any white area of his skin that was covered by the tape is now red and inflamed, the darker parts no doubt just a bad even if he can't see it. There's blisters all over his sides and back, of varrying sizes but all with a disturbing yellowish undertone. The front of his body was miraculously spared that treatment.

"It's not as bad as it looks, I promise." Dew tries some reassuring words while he rummages through the pouch he brought. He takes out a small jar and a roll of gaze.

"You should've seen Rain's first try, I was patching up holes in his back for like months. He wasn't as lucky as you, I only found him after he ripped off all the tape by himself."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah that's why he has those dark spots there. He tells everyone they're really big freckles but... Don't tell him I told you."

Dew takes off the lid of his small jar. There's so sort of jelly-looking substance inside. He silently coaxes Phantom into lifting his arms up so he can apply a fair amount over his wounds and sore skin, wrapping his entire chest with gaze once he's done.

"There. That should help everything heal faster."

"Thank you."

"Oh, don't mention it. I wasn't about to let you skin yourself alive. Now you know how to not do things next time."

"I'm really not concinced I want there to be a next time."

"Hey," he takes Phantom face in his hands once more "we've all been there. Binding correctly, especially with tape like that, it's a learning curve. Especially if you have no one to teach you. Or if you decide that you don't need to be taught. Just ask us for help next time, okay?"

"Yeah, okay..."

Dew places a soft kiss on the quintessence ghoul's lips before letting go of his face. "Come on, I'm getting hella tired."

He grabs Phantom by the hand and all but drags him to his bed. The fire ghoul lays on his back and encourages the other to lie on top of him, on his stomach so that he's not squashing any blister.

Phantom's head comes to rest on Dew's chest, hearing the consistent beat of his heart. Warm arms wrap themselves around his middle and start rubbing at his lower back.

"Sorry I ruined your evening. You probably plans that didn't involve having to rescue me from tape, of all things."

"Don't worry about it, baby boy." he plants another kiss in his hair and Phantom kicks up a purr at the pet name.

"I'm just glad I didn't catch you with fucking duct tape or some shit."

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghost #ghost ficlet #ghost fanfiction #fanfic #ficlet #meerkat writes #everyone's trans because I said so

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hi im back again! told you I would have more ideas haha, okay but seriously tho I literally just had this idea of my precious Matty having such a hard time giving up control in the bedroom, cause I mean we all know he loves being on top, but he promises the reader that for one night he'll do the best to be a bottom but as soon the reader starts to become dominant matt thinks that they can do way much better and he just acts submissive but really isn't, and he's not taking them seriously,so the reader does the one thing Matt hates the most, which is touching themselves (I get the feeling he'll hate you touching yourself unless it's him doing it for you) but then they both agree on tying him up to the bed so then the reader gets a chair in front of him as he smirks and is cocky and touches themselves and once matt hears what they are doing he tugs on the ties begging to be untied so he can touch them but the reader doesnt until he finally submits and the reader just fucks the shit of him by riding him and sucking him off, literally just being a tease.....I know this is a bit long, if you would to do it thank you but if not it's okay :)

have a good day/night ❤

thank you for another request, and for your lovely message on the last one. I love this idea, it’s so filthy. sorry this took a little longer than I had hoped. this is quite a long one, apologies. hope you like it 💌 @mattymurdock1021 thanks again

switch up (M.M x reader)

pairing: sub!matt x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k (oops, sorry, I couldn’t stop writing)

warnings: 18+ only. smut with a bit of fluff at the end, fingering, oral (m receiving), sub/dom, edging, bondage, p in v sex. might’ve missed some, let me know. no use of y/n. minors DNI

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Ruffling through the drawers trying to find a certain something in particular. Holding it triumphantly once you found it, quickly slipping it on. It was the matching suspenders to the lace lingerie set you were wearing. Matt wouldn’t be able to see it, but you knew he loved the way lace felt, obviously meaning you had to wear it.

“What are you doing?” Matt quietly asks from behind you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Surprise.” You shortly flirt while attaching them to your stockings. Quickly fluffing your hair before slowly walking over to him.

Standing between his open legs. “Pass your hands.” You softly instruct.

He obliges, taking his hands you run them up your thighs and around your hips. Watching the way the corners of his lips turned up into a smirk.

“Is that- lace?” He asks with a grin as his head tilted to the side.

“Mhmm… guess what colour?” You reply, moving his hands to your waist so he can feel more of the fabric.

“Um, red?”

“Hm, good guess. What kind of red?”

Grinning bigger once he realises. “The same as my daredevil suit?”

“Oh yeah.” You tease.

He hums in satisfaction ripping his hands from yours to freely roam over your body.

“Ah ah ah.” You tut, removing his hands that were clasping around the cushion of ass, holding them in front of you. “You can touch when I tell you to.” Bending down to whisper in his ear, softly nipping at it with your teeth.

He groans at your teasing.

Matt had great difficulty giving up control in the bedroom, you actually loved it when he was on top. However, recently you’ve been having some talks about what you both enjoy, you mentioned a couple times how you wanted to try being dominant. He’d gently brush you off, not thinking you were serious- considering how well you respond to his control. Now, finally deciding that tonight is going to be the time.

“You want me to bottom.” He flatly says, not amused, already knowing the answer.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in agreement. Moving his hands back to your waist.

He sighs, relaxing his hands so you could control the movements. At least that’s a start. Sliding his hands up so they could rest under your balcony bra. “You can play with them.” You coo in barely a whisper.

Wasting no time, he kneads into your soft breasts, smiling to himself now that he’s finally getting what he wants. Deciding that he wants even more, they briskly travel down your sides and back into your ass, squeezing it.

Pulling them away, tutting. “Matthew, you have some control issues.”

“Pft, I do not.” He harshly exhales.

“Mhm, yeah you do.” Still lingering near his ears, purposely leaning over so that he could feel your tits press against his chest. “Please? Let me top, just once- just tonight?” You plead, sitting down on his thighs so you could straddle them.

You could see the gears work in his brain, like he was making a pros and cons list. “Okay- but just for tonight. I’ll try my best.” He says, making emphasis on the last part.

“Yes- deal!” You say cheerfully while tugging at his t-shirt, slowly pulling it off him. Stroking your fingers down his scarred chest. His hands have a mind of their own as they grip to your waist again, pulling you down on his hardening clothed cock.

“That really your best?” You ask with stern features.

“Yeah I can’t help it, I just need you. We can try your thing another time.” He dismisses, chest heaving as he continues to grind you over him.

“Take me seriously.” You whine gripping his biceps.

“I am.”

“You’re not.” Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he continues to dry grind against you.

“Okay fine. I think this is just a little act, and you’ll be begging me to fuck you in no time.” He admits, holding you tighter onto him.

“Na ah.” Shaking your head.

“Oh yeah.” Smirking at you. He knows you so well, maybe not so much right now, as you were being very serious.

Pausing for a beat to think. Grinning once you had an idea. “Okay then. How about I suggest something?”

He also pauses, stopping all movements. “Do tell.”

“I bind you.” You say with a smirk.

He had to hold in a chuckle, “really?” He asks, not quite sure if he heard you right.

“You heard me.” Finishing off the sentence that was in his head.

“Alright deal. We’ll see how long you last.” He teases, knowing that you’ll give in and cave soon.

“We’ll see how long you last.” You tease back.

He scoots up the bed so that his head was leaning against the headboard, looking smug and cocky. You quickly walk around the bed to your nightstand, riffling through it to find the fluffy handcuffs. They were actually the ones he occasionally uses on you, but today you wanted to see him wear them instead.

Taking his hands, cuffing one of his wrists in them before adding the other behind the bar frame, so that he bound to the bed. Looking down at him smiling to yourself, he is just too damn pretty.

Making your way to the end of the bed, crawling up him. Fingers itching into the waistband of his checkered pyjama bottoms, pulling them down and off, before tossing them to the floor. Brushing your fingers down his chest towards the elastic of his boxers. Abruptly stopping before sliding off him.

“Where you going?” He says desperately, already missing your touch.

“Just over here.” You tease, snickering to yourself. “Told you I was serious.”

His ears pull back as his eyes widen, clearly not pleased that he was wrong.

Dragging the armchair from the corner of the room to the edge of the bed. Taking a seat before spreading your legs apart, moving your slinky underwear to the side, teasing delicate circles at your clit. Your breathing hitches slightly.

“No. What are you doing?” He asks, not really sounding like a question, as if he knows the answer.

“Have a guess.” You say in between shallow breaths, continuing to tease yourself.

Rattling comes from his cuffs, looking over to see his fists in balls, obviously not happy that he wasn’t the one touching you. Grinning, realising it’s working.

Slowly rubbing through your wet folds, dipping a finger into yourself to collect more wetness. Brushing tantalising circles around your sensitive nub, allowing yourself to moan genuinely at the sensations.

He rattles some more, but you pay him no mind. “Please undo me.” He pleads. “Undo me.”

“I’ll undo myself first.”

“No.” Groaning as his head falls back to the pillow. He always adored the sounds you make, but not under this circumstance, he wanted to be the one that made you make those noises. Growing more impatient and frustrated.

Feeling yourself get closer, deliberately being sure he could hear the way your fingers moved over you. Whining at the feeling. Breathing heavily as you watched over Matt, his breathing almost matching yours. Noticing the way his boxers made a tent and how his knuckles turned white.

Fingers moving quicker over your clit as you felt yourself erupt from within, empty breathing as you let out a few curses. Slowly coming down, you get up, walking yourself over to the bed and taking a seat next to him.

“That was uncalled for.” He huffs.

“Should’ve listened.” You tease, lingering over him. “Ready to listen now? If not I’ve got a toy I could try out on myself.”

“Yes- yes. Okay… I will.” He instantly agrees, hating the idea of you using a toy instead of him.

“There we go.” Smirking with accomplishment.

Sitting over one of his thighs, making sure he could feel the warmth of your pussy on his skin. Starting to grind on him. “What if I ride your thigh? Hm? Would you like that?”

He strains on the cuffs, not amused.

“Or?” You linger as you moved up him, straddling his waist, circling your fingertips over his abdomen. “Your face?”

“I actually would like that.” He says cockily.

“Okay so not that, then.” Teasing him, watching and loving the way he got increasingly more frustrated.

Scooting down back to his thighs, your fingers crept into his boxers slowly pulling them down from the band. His cock springing out, twitching against his lower stomach as a bit of precum spilt from his tip. You didn’t even have to touch him, for him to be aching for you.

Your fingers graze down his chest in a tediously slow pace, ogling the way his breath hitched with each movement. Your palms roaming down him til they reached his almost ‘blue balls’. Cupping him from the base before fully taking him into your mouth, a deep sigh of relief instantly came from his agape mouth. Teasing his head with your tongue, swirling around him while working your spit over him.

Twisting your hands while your mouth massaged him, abruptly stopping, taking him out your mouth with a pop. Another desperate groan escaped his lips.

“Almost dessert time.” You smugly whisper while rubbing your fingers over your folds, collecting some of your residual essence. “Wanna taste?” You ask, extending your hand out towards his mouth, knowing that he could smell what it is.

Instantly replying “yes” as he lifted his head from the pillow.

“Oh sorry, changed my mind.”

“Please- I can’t take it anymore. My cock is aching.” He pleads, sounding like he really can’t take anymore.

“You’ve been good, so… I suppose.” Caving in as you started to feel sorry for him.

Hovering over him with your knees on either side of his hips, rubbing his tip between your folds. Both smiling as you’re finally getting what you want. Guiding his head into your warm wetness, slowly sinking down, taking his full length until he bottoms out. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you wound your hips, allowing him to enter you again. Both of you gently whimpering to the feeling as you started to speed up.

Matt so desperately held back the urge to match your thrusts, he didn’t want you to stop- especially not now, fully giving in to your control. He bent his knees giving you stability as you grind over him, even after all your teasing he was still kind and thoughtful- it was actually a very sweet gesture.

Unclasping your bra before throwing it aside, cupping your tits as you bounced on him.

Leaning over him, resting the side of your face against his chest, as you continued to ride him. Hands softly gripping his biceps as you sped up. You could hear how fast his heart was beating, the same way he could to you, both knowing that each other's release was around just the corner.

Your soft whines near his ears made it so much harder for him to contain himself, it made him twitch inside of you, trying his best to hold off.

You clamp around him as you let go, your walls triggering his own warm release as you came in sync. He moaned your name a couple times as he spilt deep inside you. Staggered breathing and whimpers echoing around the dimly lit bedroom.

Movements came to a halt, as you slowly pulled yourself off him. Giving him a tender kiss on the lips, before leaning over him to get the key from the bedside table. Hands slightly shaking and you tried to unlock it.

“I could do better than that, and I’m the blind one.” He jokes, smiling up at you, faces a foot apart.

Laughing to yourself. “I know, that really took it out of me- got it.” Grinning as you unlocked it, setting his hands free.

His arms instantly wrapping tightly around you, holding you while he kissed all over your face, rolling you both around as you giggled.

“How do you do it?” You ask.

Matt pauses just after he pecks the tip of your nose. “Do what?”

“That? I’m fucking knackered.” You laugh.

His chest vibrates as he chuckles honestly. “Practice.” Smirking as he pecked your forehead once more. “And no.” He says quickly, like he can sense what you were going to say.

Snickering as you rested your cheek on his chest, cuddling into him. “Maybe in a couple weeks.” You tease.

Lovingly rolling his eyes, with a grin, “maybe.” He continues, “where did that come from? You’ve got a little devil in you, huh?”

“Oh, he’s not little.” Laughing as you patted his shoulder.

#matthew murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil #mcu smut #marvel #desperate

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cleo30300 · 5 months

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M.A.A.D CITY. CHAPTER FOUR! MONEY TREES.

warnings : mention of drugs (1), violence ( extremely minor ), cursing, arguments.

previous part. | next part.

Knock Knock.

Your knuckles hit the door in a rhythmic pattern, the door to the Morales’ home, that is. You would think that maybe you’d have a key by now since you visit so much, but Ms. Morales doesn’t like you that much, you guess.

There are a few beats of silence before you hear shuffling approach the door and the tired voice of your best friend.

“ Who is it? “, he grunts.

“ Me. “

Miles’ voice doesn’t reach your ears again for a few minutes before he’s sighing and unlocking the door.

The wood swings open to reveal him, Voltron pyjama pants and all. His hair is the same as when you last saw him, a little frizzy at the top, but neat braids brushing his collarbone. He needs a haircut.

“ What’s up? “, he says blankly.

“ You’re not gonna let me in? “

“ I don’t gotta let you in. You don’t live here. “, he stares at you like he can’t believe you just asked that question. Like you just asked for a brick of crack. “ What’s up? “

You’re starting to get a little irritated. Barely any communication for a week and when you show up to see what the deal is, you’re met with a grumpy teenage boy who looks like he’s about to break apart into glass shards.

“ I just wanted to see what you were up to, Miles. Don’t get so upset. “

“ ‘M not upset. I haven’t been up to anything, so you can go now. “

“ What’s wrong with you? “

“ Nothing’s wrong. You show up at my house and then you keep on asking me stupid questions like I don’t have anything else to do except talk to you. “, his eyes narrow. The once gold specks in the hazel colour are gone and replaced with anger. Your fist clenches, like he just punched you in the gut and you’re about to reel your own hand back and sock him with it.

“ What the hell is your problem? You barely even talk to me anymore and then when I try to be a good friend, you catch an attitude! “

“ I don’t have a problem! Estas Sordo? “ Miles moves his hand from the doorknob, reaching to grab your upper arm and push you back from the frame, not hard, but enough to get you to move out of his personal space. That you’ve hardly even invaded.

“ Go somewhere else. “, he spits.

“ Fine. “, your eyebrows are furrowed together. You’d been holding a sour expression for so long that your face was sore when you dropped it as soon as the door slammed in your face. Your feet automatically move to the exit of the building. A lump of guilt and anger welling up in your throat while you walk.

What the hell is his problem?

——

Miles swears he wants to choke you out. You’re so nosy. Can never mind your own business. He bounces his leg up and down, cracks his knuckles, drinks tons of water, tries to watch television, anything to get that conversation off his brain. So annoying. You should’ve never even come over. He wasn’t going tell you what was going on anyway, and you know that because you know him. Maybe you don’t know him, since anyone who knows him knows not to show up at his house uninvited.

Hard Headed. Cabeza Dura, whatever you want to be called. It doesn’t change the fact that you don’t listen, ever. It’s not like he ever told you not to come over, it was an unspoken rule!

I am avoiding you. Do not come over.

Easy as that.

You act like one dollar will turn into a million if you come over and act like the mediator between him and his thoughts.

But when he thinks about it, is it really as easy as that?

Of course, you’d come over.. but— not to argue with him. He didn’t want to argue with you, there was no point. He should’ve just said “ Okay. “ and left it at that. Maybe tell you the truth while he’s at it. The truth.

It’s Friday. The trip is next Sunday.

He hasn’t told you, he hasn’t told his mom, he hasn’t told Uncle Aaron and he certainly won’t be telling his school counsellor what the hell was going on in his very busy life. It’s eating him up on the inside. Tearing him apart and pulling out his hair. What will he do?

What would you do?

Tell the truth.

Shut up.

He has to tell his mom. Mama first, then everything else. She’s the only parent he has left. That makes his heart ache thinking about it. He should get over it, nothing is going to change the fact that he’s gone.

Why is every thought he’s ever had coming to the front of his mind right now when he’s about to tell his mom the craziest information? That he’s going on a trip 2244 Miles away from Brooklyn to Vegas of all places?

Right.

His fingers are shaking, he’s going to drop his phone or something. Just get it over with.

He messes up the passcode two times before getting it right, and then he mistypes, “ Mama “ in on the contact list once before he gets his shit together.

Do it.

The call button is right there.

Just do it.

Shut up.

translations:

Cabeza Dura. — hard headed.

Estas Sordo? — You’re deaf?

#miles g morales #miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles x reader #miles 42 #prowler miles x reader #42 miles morales x reader #cleo’s works!#earth 42 miles x black reader

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Happily ever after

What does Idia's hair feel like. Does it feel like fire? How does it not burn anything? I have many questions about Idia's hair, but none of them will ever be answered. How sad.

Not proofread sorry!!!!

Warning(s): yandere/stalker Idia, fem reader, stockholm syndrome, implied pregnancy (at the very end)

You met a guy online recently. He calls himself Gloomy Samurai, he's cool and all, but he can be very unintentionally creepy sometimes. But you assumed you were misunderstanding him. After all, it is hard to understand tone over the internet...

But you were wrong about him.

He knew a lot about you. A lot more than you thought he knew. He knew your address, your age, the colour of your hair and eyes, despite you not telling him any of that. Oh, but of course he never let you know he knew that... no, you'd think he was a creep! Your interest in him would drop to zero, he'd get the bad end!

That's why he can't let you know. He'll get your good end for sure. After all, dating is just like a game... and he is very good at games.

gloomy_samurai: where do you live btw gloomy_samurai: nothing specific obviously gloomy_samurai: just like a general area

(Y/N): That sounds like something a ☆stalker☆ would ask

gloomy_samurai: ah seven gloomy_samurai: you're right gloomy_samurai: r.i.p. me i guess gloomy_samurai: i'm not stalking you

(Y/N): Ye I know (Y/N): Just messing with u (Y/N): As for where I live (Y/N): Queendom of Roses

gloomy_samurai: really?! gloomy_samurai: no way!! i'm on a vacation there rn!

(Y/N): Woah really? (Y/N): What a coincidence

gloomy_samurai: yeah lol gloomy_samurai: i doubt we're anywhere near each other tho gloomy_samurai: but it'd be cool if we were gloomy_samurai: it'd be nice to meet you in person

(Y/N): Well, maybe we can! (Y/N): Where abouts are you at?

Idia couldn't believe what he was reading. You, wanted to meet up with him! In real life! Sure, he's seen pictures of you on your social medias, it's a completely different experience to see you irl!!

Sure, it means he'll have to, you know, go outside, but whatever! We all make sacrifices for love!

He continued making his plans with you, knowing that soon you two would take your relationship to the next level.

You walked into the coffee shop, hoping to get yourself a breakfast wrap and a doughnut.

You sat down at one of the booth seats, with your newly aquired and much-needed breakfast. It was a nice day. Your wrap tasted good. It was raining outside, but not enough to ruin everything.

But then, someone sat down across from you. He had two cups of coffee, he was wearing a hoodie, his eyes were yellow, and his lips a vibrant blue.

"Hi, (Y/N)~!" He said.

"Do I... know you...?" You asked him.

"Heehee! Of course you do, (Y/N)! But I guess I've never shown you myself... whoops." He shrugged. "Ba bababa baaaa~! It's Gloomy Samurai!" He imitated some kind of video game reveal sound.

"Wait, really?!" You asked. "Wow, you're... different than I expected. N-not a bad different, obviously!"

"It's fine, it's fine, but uh... p-people are... staring at us..." He said, nervously looking around. "Oh seven, I-I shouldn't've done that stupid reveal sound...! Why did I think a bunch of normies wouldn't think that was weird? Dammit!"

"Just act natural, things'll be fine." You assured him.

"A-a-alright, i-if you insist..."

"So what's your name?" You aksed.

"Huh-?"

"I mean, I only know your username, and that's a bit strange to say out in public... y'know, just casually referring to you as Gloomy Samurai might raise some eyebrows." You mentioned. "People might think that's a bit... weird."

"Oh, yeah, I guess... uh, my name's... I-Idia." He said, looking away from you. "And I already know your name, since you use it as your username, which you should change by the way. Anyone could find out who you are with that. Rookie mistake."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to change it..."

"So you live here, huh? Maybe you could, uh... s-show me around, or something?" Idia blushed. His hair was mostly hidden in the hoodie he was wearing, but the bits you could see, you noticed the tips turn pink.

"Oh, sure! That sounds fun! A nice walk in the rain together while I show you around my hometown..."

He didn't need you to do that. He's been keeping track of you for a while. He knows everything about your hometown. But of course... he has to pretend that isn't true.

He's always thought your name was so cute. It would go so well with his last name... (Y/N) Shroud... how fitting! How adorable! He's thought of that more than a few times... the two of you getting married, having two children, having a cute little kitten, living a perfect happily ever after... yes, he's thought about it so much.

You had no idea he thought that, however. Idia was good at hiding it.

You had no idea that when Idia's 'vacation' was over, you would be returning home with him.

Idia was delighted. His life turned out exactly as he'd predicted!

The two of you have a five-year-old daughter, and a baby on the way. You also have an adorable little kitten!

Idia entered your room, closing the door behind him.

"I, uh... I-I got you dinner, darling...!"

You were chained to the bed, tears stained your face.

But the strange thing is...

Every passing day, you feel like you're beginning to actually fall in love with Idia.

#idia shroud #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia

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juney-blues · 1 year

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ever since i made THIS POST a lot of people have been asking for a tutorial, even though in pretty much all of the screenshots i included the specific part of inspect element showing exactly what i edited.

so buckle the fuck up I guess because the tumblr userbase want to find out how to make html pages unusable and who am I to deny you.

get ready for Baby's First HTML and CSS tutorial lmao

ok so first things first we need to go over BASIC HTML

html is made up of these things called "tags" which specify certain parts of the web page, such as

HEADERS (<h1> through <h6> in terms of importance)

PARAGRAPHS (<p>paragraph here</p>)

LINKS (<a href="linkhere"></a>)

BOLDED SECTIONS OF TEXT(<b>bold here</b>)

and a bunch of other stuff,

by default however, specifying all of this just gives us a plain white page with plain black text of varying sizes

that's of course, no fucking good, and sucks shit, so the arbiters of html decided to let us STYLE certain elements, by adding a STYLE parameter to the tag

this can change any number of elements about how things are formatted.

text colour, page colour, font, size, spacing between elements, text alignment, you name it? you can change it!

you might've noticed that, certain elements are nested in other elements

and that any changes that apply to one element, apply to everything included under that element!

how convenient!

anyway this method of styling things by adding a style=" " to their tags is called "in-line style"

i think because the "style" goes "in" the "line"

it's generally ALSO a pain in the ass to style an entire website like this and should be exclusively reserved for small changes that you only want to apply to specific parts of the page.

for any real change in style you want to create a <style> section in your page's header!

this can be used to make changes to how all elements of a type in your page are displayed

or even add new elements with whatever wacky styling you want that can be used with the <div> tag!

wow! isn't css just dandy!

and hell you can even use External CSS™ if you're making multiple pages and want them all to have a consistent theme, by pointing to a .CSS file (which is basically just a <style> header without the <style> tags lmao

ok this is all well and good and very interesting if, say, you're making your own website

*cough*neocities*cough*itsreallycoolandfree*cough*

but you came here because you want to FUCK UP A WEBSITE and make it look STUPID!!

so this is where the transform css property comes in~

you can read up on it HERE if you want the details but basically it allows you to apply mathematical transformations to any html element you want,

all of these fun bastards,

they can be really useful if you're doing some complicated stupid bullshit like me

OR for having fun >:)

if you'll remember, earlier i said that css properties apply to literally everything nested in an element,

and you MIGHT notice, that literally everything in pretty much all html files, is nested in an <html> tag

you can use style=" " or regular css on pretty much ANY html tag,

INCLUDING HTML!

ok ok that was a lot of buildup for something that i could've explained in one or two lines, but i gave you all this fundamental knowledge for a reason,

well, two reasons, go make a neocities

CHAPTER 2: THIS POST HAS CHAPTERS NOW

CSS KEY FRAMES BABYYYY

THESE FUCKERS DON'T WORK AS INLINE STYLING

I HAD TO TEACH YOU HOW CSS WORKED, TO GIVE YOU THE KNOWLEDGE YOU NEED, TO ANIMATE PAGES. TO MAKE THE FUCKERY COMPLETE!!!!

OKAY SO AGAIN READ UP ON THIS IF YOU WANT THE FULLEST POSSIBLE UNDERSTANDING

BUT WHAT KEYFRAMES ALLOW YOU TO DO, IS ANIMATE CSS PROPERTIES

and then make a class, which calls that animation...

and then assign that class. to your html tag.

and then vomit forever

we can do it in 3d too,

the only limit is your imagination... (and how many parameters you want to look up on w3schools and mozilla mdn web docs)

CHAPTER 3: APPLYING IN PRACTICE

ok now the fun thing about all of this, is you can apply it to your blog theme, literally right now

like literally RIGHT now

like step one, make sure you have a custom blog theme enabled in your settings, because that's turned off by default for some reason

step 2: edit theme

step 3: edit html:

step 4: apply knowledge in practice >:)

#juney.txt #html #css #web development #psa #long post

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thegreenthepeacetheorange · 5 months

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Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 18-19)

because of everything in the last chapter, katniss throws herself into her training with a vengeance. something driven by what they've done to peeta but also that keeps her mind off it

the same way katniss used to watch peeta from afar in 12 when they were kids, she watches him when he starts showing up in training

"my weaknesses? that's a door i don't even want to open' let me guess it starts with a p and ends in eeta

i wish we all got a world where finnick got to heal post war with katniss, peeta, annie, haymitch and johanna... broken brady brunch that i love so much. the way being victors binds them into being this family so that even though when katniss says she doesn't really know johanna, we have seen how they are essentially sisters and understand each other in a way that most people don't... the gift she gives johanna when she's in the hospital is so beautiful and so emblematic of who katniss is despite the horrors she lives in. and it's also such a peeta thing to do. because they're both so thoughtful

(an aside: prim's goodbye to katniss hurts differently knowing what i know now)

the fact that she takes the pearl with her

coin was evil but thanks for sending peeta on the mission actually. forced dating trope is old news, forced fighting together in a war against an entity that has destroyed our whole lives is in

when katniss says the whole thing about how she wouldn't be shooting peeta, just one of the capitol mutts. very annoying of her actually but she says it herself, it's her lashing out because of how she's humiliated by it all that she's felt. but poor peeta having to hear that

gale offering to straight up kill him and katniss is like "um no". the fact that gale thinks that this is something she actually wants, that she thinks like him in terms of just wanting the problem dead. oh sweetie no. katniss straight up being like "i can deal with him" aka "mind your own business"

i answered a question here about the squad giving katniss unfriendly looks after her mutt comments about peeta so i won't type it all again

i'm grateful for haymitch talking sense into her because she needed it. with the situations reversed, peeta wouldn't have treated her like how she was treating him and she needed to remember that

"you're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control"

haymitch reminding her of the deal they made to save peeta. they're still in the games and she's forgotten her task. but here it is again. she has to save peeta but this time she's not sure how to achieve that

finnick lending peeta his rope. ugh. him being there for peeta when katniss couldn't. the way they all step in for each other when others can't.

and she finally starts to open up instead of being defensive and cold back

"i suddenly want to tell peeta everything about who he is and who i am and how we ended up here. but i don't know how to start. worthless. i'm worthless. " - katniss taking it upon herself when actually the idea of telling peeta all this in its entirety is such a huge task because their relationship is too huge to capture in words, in moments.

peeta remembering her favourite colour...

his thank you to her when she tells him his...

"you're a painter. you're a baker. you like to sleep with the windows open. you never take sugar in your tea. and you always double-knot your shoelaces" - these small intimacies. these little facts that tell us how much katniss knows about him. the small things she's held onto. these little things she remembers with so much fondness.

can you imagine peeta listening to all that and then looking down at his double-knotted shoelaces? remembering the calmer sleep that comes with the wind blowing in through the open windows at night? ugh.

this whole passage tells her that katniss knows his essence. these little details that she's never mentioned to us before.

her running away after saying all that because she wants to cry. she's so devastated and i want to hug her and peeta

cheese buns being part of real or not real, along with the colour of katniss's dresses and their maths teacher. they know each other. have known each other.

i can't state how horrific it is that darius and lavinia were tortured and killed in front of peeta. because we obviously aren't his head for the books but the horrors that peeta suffered?! it upsets me so much every time i read this passage. they hurt and killed darius and lavinia to hurt and torture peeta.

(an aside: them all just being kids/young people and messing around while filming the propos and boggs having to reprimand them while holding back his own smile again just reminds me of how young they all were. it's so depressing)

#everlark #katniss and peeta #peeta x katniss #katniss x peeta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #tgtpto everlark read #the hunger games #mockingjay

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itwasthereaminuteago · 1 year

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|| No Show ||

Female reader x Matt Murderdock x Elektra

Tags/warnings: threesome, oral sex (female rec), p in v unprotected sex. E 18+

A/n: I've been hoarding this for a long while and finally finished it off. This is what everyone wants, right? 😉

As you down the dregs of your second drink and were considering ordering a third, you finally admit to yourself that you'd been stood up. You checked your phone yet again, the battery draining fast from the amount of times you'd unlocked it and refreshed for notifications just in case. It was even more frustrating that you'd been ghosted as this guy had actually seemed like he was really nice. Well shit, turns out they're all the fucking same.

You raise your head, about to stand up and get the bartender's attention but as you look up a woman was there, right in front of your table, smiling at you. She's very beautiful, with poker straight dark chocolate coloured hair, a deep red dress that skims her curves with a pair of killer heels to match, and dark eyes that draw you in.

"Um, can I help you?" You ask politely.

She smiles again. "If your date hasn't been ambushed by ninjas on his way here, he's not worth it darling." She turns to the bar. "Another round, and whatever the lady wants, bring it to our table."

She has an accent, from somewhere in Europe you guessed. And she smells amazing. You watch her tip the bartender generously before she turns back to you.

"Come join us. I know it's no fun drinking alone. My name is Elektra, and he," she gestured to the low table in the far corner of the restaurant. "is Matthew."

You look over to where your eyes had been subconsciously flitting most of the night. You supposed it couldn't be helped, they were an attractive couple, and the woman, Elektra, had briefly caught your eye when she saw you looking over earlier. The man you already knew was Matt Murdock, the Kingpin, one of the most powerful men in the city. He was famous, handsome, and extremely dangerous. And you were let-down, bored and had nothing to lose.

Despite his blindness, he throws you a grin as Elektra walks you over to their table, you offer your hand and are both taken aback and charmed as he brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it with a softness you didn't expect.

"Who's this you've brought me 'lektra? A new friend?"

You could feel the power almost rolling off him at this close distance, he was sharply dressed in an expensive tailored suit that probably cost your salary, and it perfectly matched the colour of Elektra's dress. His tie was loosened slightly around his neck with the top button of his dark plum silk shirt undone, his eyes hidden behind a pair of deep red oval glasses and red hair slightly ruffled as if someone had just run their fingers through it. It was in no way an exaggeration to say he had devilish good looks.

You introduced yourself to both of them and Elektra beckoned you to sit next to her.

"She had a very undeserving date." She explained, bringing colour to your cheeks as you shyly sipped on your cocktail. "I thought we would could show her a good time and perhaps make it up to her."

"Oh my, of course," Matthew purrs, "men are such assholes, aren't they?"

Elektra cackles and you soon join her, agreeing and clinking glasses and falling into easy conversation with these two utterly entrancing people who, currently unbeknownst to you, were going to show you the best night of your life.

A couple of hours had passed, along with a few more drinks. Elektra fed you canapés and you were laughing more and more as it seemed to bring the most gorgeous smile to Matthew's lips, and somehow you found yourself eager to please him. When you turn to look over the room you realised some of the patrons were looking right back.

"Oh, people are looking…" you whispered, trying to sink down and hide in your drink.

Matt chuckles. "Yes, staring at us. Jealousy is such a terrible thing. Do you perhaps want to go somewhere a little more private, sweetheart?"

You looked between them, unsure, your heart suddenly racing at the potential meaning in the question, as well as the added endearment.

"I-I…" your liquid courage had faded slightly but the soft warm touch of Elektra's hand over yours relaxed you more than you'd have thought as Matt continued.

"No pressure at all angelface, but I do have a nice little room upstairs."

Elektra leans in, "He means a penthouse. He owns this entire building."

You can't help but gawp slightly, this was no cheap diner you were sitting in. "You own this place? Do you live here?"

Elektra smiles and Matthew shrugs like it's nothing. "Some of the time. He flicks a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Would you like to see? Like I said, no pressure, but we'd both love if you would join us."

You turn the proposition over in your mind - they were two of the most gorgeous people you had spent time with, they even smelled amazing, and they only seemed to want to show you a good time. Your eyes absently follow Elektra's slender fingers to Matt's thigh where she strokes and squeezes. He leans over to her and whispers something that makes her lips split in a grin showing nearly all of her beautiful white teeth.

You finish your drink, licking your lips and picking up your purse, your mind suddenly very firmly made up.

"Show me then."

The ride in the private elevator up to the penthouse is something else. Elektra took your hand in hers, leading you out of the restaurant as Matt was leaving a very generous tip before catching you up. You're all smiles and giggles as Matt presses his key against the lock of the lift and Elektra pulls you inside.

"You're such a pretty one," she was like a big cat that has you pinned and ready to devour as soon as the door slid closed, and you blush again as she strokes the side of your face, so very close to you you can feel her breath. "whoever the jerk was that stood you up should be cursing himself right now…"

Her fingers slide under your chin, her thumb resting lightly on your lower lip leaving you dumbfounded as her sultry gaze meets your eyes.

"May I?" She asks, and you're only half certain of what she's asking permission for but you nod quickly, murmuring a soft yes that melts into a moan as her mouth meets your own. She moves her lips against yours so delicately, like she knows you may never have kissed a woman before. She tastes as good as she looks, her scent and the sensation of her warm wet tongue on yours making your body heat up infinitely, and your hands automatically reach for her then halt, unsure of what's allowed.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Matthew answers from behind you. "Touch her, go on."

Your tentative fingers curl gently around the back of her long elegant neck holding her as she deepens the kiss, while your other hand grazes up the outside of her thigh where the split in her dress reveals her smooth bare skin. Her own hands continue to snake through your hair and curl around your waist, holding you closer so you can feel her warmth, feel the soft press of her breasts against your own.

You gasp, leaning against the wall of the elevator and tilting your head back as Elektra trails more kisses under your jaw and down the side of your neck to your decolletage.

Your eyes close and you feel Matthew beside you. "She's good isn't she, doll?"

You moan in agreement as Elektra fondles your breasts through your black strappy dress, teasing your hardened nipples with her fingers, teeth and tongue. You were already aroused at the bar, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself getting wetter with every passing second, still wondering if this is all a dream.

Then the elevator pings, signaling that you've reached the top floor and the doors open to reveal a tastefully extravagant penthouse apartment before you.

"Oh, here we are!" She says teasingly, grabbing your hand again and Matt's, leading you both to the bedroom. It's the biggest bed you've ever seen and you wouldn't be surprised to learn if it's had many more people than three in it.

Matt's hand sneaks around your waist and you hold your breath as his lips brush your shoulder. "Can I get you anything sweetie?"

Your eyes are drawn to his plump lips as he runs his wicked tongue over to wet them.

"I… no, thank you Mr Murdock."

His grin is dark and delicious. "'Mr Murdock'. Mm, I like that…"

He leaves you temporarily alone with Elektra as he goes to the bar to fix a drink. She guides you to the edge of the bed, her deep brown eyes roving over your form as she raises her hand to your shoulder, pulling the strap to one side, and you shrug off the other, letting your dress to puddle on the floor leaving you in black lacy panties. You reach for her again, your fingers trailing up her arms and leaning in closer as you kiss for a second time. She breaks it off gently to turn around, raising her hair up so you can access the zip of her dress.

"Would you please?"

You oblige of course, taking your time drawing it down, kissing her neck and her shoulders as she did for you, down between her shoulder blades and down her spine to her lower back where you kneel as she pushes the remaining fabric off over her bare hips. She hadn't been wearing any underwear all evening.

She turns again and your face is right in front of her neatly trimmed mound. She looks down at you and smiles, beckoning you to your feet and then guiding you to kneel on the bed, following you and slotting her thighs between your own. You want to kiss her again and she welcomes it, her hands moving yours to her breasts as she encourages you to explore. She's so very firm yet yielding, her entire body is sculpted so athletically but you marvel at her softness, desperate to feel and perhaps taste all of her.

A whimper escapes your throat when you feel her soft touch between your thighs, her fingers stroking lightly over your panties, teasing you through the fabric.

You moan into her mouth, your tongue lapping softly against hers when she slips her hand inside to touch your slick cunt.

"Mmm, so nice and wet darling, good girl." She purrs and you feel your pussy throb and ache at her praise.

"Does she like it?" You hear Matthew ask as Elektra slowly starts rubbing right over your clit then slides two of her fingers down between your soaking folds, gently pushing them up inside you.

"Oh yes, fuck… yes!" You cry out, whining at the sudden loss when she withdraws, licking your juices from them.

"Mm, I'd say so." You can hear her smile.

"It's okay angel, lie down." Matt is at the foot of the bed, now his tie is gone and shirt is undone you can see just how incredibly ripped his body is. Your eyes cast downward to the rather large bulge in his slacks and you can't help how your body automatically clenches around nothing as you fantasize about him fucking you.

"I think she sees something she likes…" Elektra notes and you turn to look at her hungrily.

"I do, oh I do, but I want to… can I taste you first?" You ask her tentatively.

"Oh my darling, of course…" she carefully moves over you, hovering over your face, her gorgeous pussy on display for you. You quickly wrap your arms around her thighs and pull her down onto your mouth, reveling in the sensual sound she makes as your tongue licks a slow, wide stripe right up the middle of her. You discover you love her taste, musky but sweet, and you lap up as much of it as you can, swirling your tongue around and suckling on her swollen clit just the way that you would like, keen to find out if she does too.

You jerk as you feel warm hands on your hips, fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties and pulling them slowly down your legs. The bed dips slightly as you feel him, the kingpin, hitch your legs up and spread them gently apart. You moan deeply into Elektra's pussy as the warm whisper of his breath fans over your own exposed core.

"Forgive me, I just had this overwhelming urge to make you come on my mouth. Can I taste you, beautiful?" Matt asks so sweetly you could never say no, but you feel like he would stop right away if you ever did. You hear him as he takes a deep inhale and groans.

"You smell so delicious, little dove,"

You whimper again, still licking and fucking the beautiful woman above you with your tongue as you feel Matt swipe his thumb through your arousal, spreading it over your sensitive bud before he puts his mouth on you.

Your whole body feels alight. Turned on beyond belief, you encourage Elektra to grind onto your mouth as Matthew's extremely talented tongue works on taking you ever closer to coming apart. When he slides two of his fingers inside you briefly think of a shitty joke about blind men and g-spots before he finds yours with apparently zero effort, making you moan loud and buck your hips uncontrollably. He seems to know exactly what you like as if he's reading your body like Braille, you swear you can feel him smugly grinning against your cunt before he draws away for a second to speak.

"Think you can make her cum when I make you cum?"

"Oh she can Matthew, I know she can." Elektra answers breathlessly for you while you double down, trying your best to keep the rhythm that she likes while Matt fucks you with his fingers just the way you need. You feel your orgasm zeroing in, and you hold her fast to you as you start to shake. He latches onto your clit, flicking the tip and flat of his tongue over and over.

"Yes, just like that sweetheart, that's a good girl…"

And you don't know how but he makes you squirt as you come for the first time, gushing hard over his hand as he pumps his fingers inside you until you can't take any more. Your loud shuddering moans mingle with Elektra's as she throws her head back and you feel her twitching around you as she keeps grinding her wet pussy into your lips and tongue as she reaches her peak too.

You let her ride her pleasure out and she carefully dismounts lying on the bed beside you, turning onto her side to kiss her essence from your mouth as you both pant and gasp from the aftershocks of your orgasms.

"Fuck. I- I've never done any of that before!" You laugh with a warm feeling of relief, your body relaxing like goo into the mattress and they both smile, Matt making you giggle with the soft kisses he's trailing along your inner thighs.

"You are so good for us darling, so, so good." Elektra sighs with pleasure, and you shimmy further back onto the bed, propping yourself up on some pillows as you watch Matt stand and take off his pants and tented silk boxers in one smooth motion. His cock is impressive to say the least, springing up from between his thick thighs to smack against the tempting landscape of well defined abdominal muscles. You can't help but stare as he strokes himself with his hand as if he's putting on a show just for you.

"Tell me you're not glad your date stood you up." Elektra asks, grinning at you wickedly and you're almost surprised you're not drooling.

"So incredibly glad…' you reply, watching as Murdock teases his thumb over the head of his cock.

"Would you like to ride him, pretty girl?" She gestures to Matt as you watch him prowl onto the bed and settle down on his back beside you. "He's very good…" she adds.

You're practically eating him with your eyes. "Please… yes, god, yes please-" the words tumble out of your mouth and you try your best to hold yourself together as he guides you closer, his hands smoothing over your hips as you steady yourself on all fours above him.

Delicate fingertips dance across the skin of your back, your ass and around to your inner thighs making you let out a breath you'd been holding as he cups his hand over your pussy and pulls you down with the other behind your neck to his lips.

He tastes of you at first, but it melts away and lets you become addicted to the deeper, more delicious essence that's just so him. You may be on top but he's entirely in control, his hand slipping around under your jaw to your throat and holding you there as he licks his tongue against yours making you moan with pure want. He teases you, sliding his fingers between your folds through your wetness and leaving you needy as he takes his hand away to spread it over his cock. The action makes you clench and the corner of his mouth pulls up as if he can sense it.

"I think you're ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

You let out the breath you were holding, and your affirmation comes out as more of a moan than words.

He smiles, holding himself in hand, teasing you, running the head of his hard cock through your slick needy cunt so painfully slowly you want to beg him to hurry up and just ram you with it. But oh, the anticipation when he's lined up, just before he eases you down onto him creates a sizzling heat that spreads like a wildfire through your body, when you finally sink onto him and he fills you full.

"Mm angel, you feel so. fucking. good!"

His voice deepens to almost-purr, and you close your eyes, let him guide your hips with his hands, let him push a river of nonsensical euphoric words and whimpers from your lips as you begin to ride him.

"This okay for you, kitten?" He inquires with a grin.

You almost splutter out a laugh at the innocence in his question as he's fucking you into oblivion, but you're too lost in the sensation, too cock dumb to form any actual words so you just moan and nod hoping he can feel it.

Elektra's arms embrace you from behind, guiding you to sit up on your knees. Her hands cup your breasts and your head falls back against her shoulder as she teases and pinches your peaked nipples, connecting a fiery jolt of pleasure right to your core. Her body is molded perfectly to yours, moving with you as you rise and fall, her hand snaking down to your hip, her fingers interlocking with Matt's on your heated skin while the other slides slowly down your stomach and between your legs. She touches you again, drawing firm tight circles around your throbbing clit in time with Matthew's hips as they snap powerfully, relentlessly upward.

"Oh sweet girl, I can feel you getting closer…"

A moan escapes from your parted lips, they're driving you hard and fast to a mind blowing crescendo…

"C'mon beautiful, let go for me. Let me feel you come."

It's impossible to deny him or Elektra, crying out with pleasure as you reach your peak, watching in amazement as the Kingpin of Hell's Kitchen follows you into ecstasy as your pussy clenches repeatedly around his cock. He moans so beautifully, bucking up into you as your body milks him for all he's worth. Elektra is pushing you just that little bit farther until you're on the edge of yet another orgasm.

"Such a good girl for us…" her silky voice soothes into your ear until you're coming yet again, shuddering with overstimulation and begging her to stop. With aching thighs you carefully dismount from Matt's softening cock. He immediately pulls you close, kissing your forehead, Elektra curls her arms around you too bracketing you between them both and nuzzling into your nape. A contented sigh leaves your lips

The next morning once you're washed and treated to an incredible breakfast, it's finally time to leave this unbelievable bubble of sin that you'd been swept up into. You linger by the elevator door, Matthew has already called you a car at your request.

You suddenly find yourself blushing as it's time to go, even after everything you've done together.

"Thank you, um… for last night. I'm thinking I should let myself get stood up more often."

Both Matt and Elektra grin before kissing you on the cheek.

"if you give me that asshole's name and number, I'd like to teach him a little lesson in how to respect a lady... and, anytime you'd like to play, sweetheart," Matt says, producing a sleek business card seemingly from out of nowhere, "just call."

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Kinktober Day One | "No Gods... Just Devils"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Only One Bed

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : Fluffy start, adorable Nero and reader, pet names; princess, pretty girl, angel, slight praising, teasing, fingering, cum eating (kinda, if ya squint), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), p in v, riding, cream pie, begging (again, kinda)

*•.¸♡Paring : Nero Sparda x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Dante sent you and Nero on a simple mission he decided not to take last minute, unfortunately fortunately he forgot to change the room and there's only one bed

*•.¸♡words : 1.6k +

"Uh..." Nero trailed off as he looked over the small hotel room Dante had booked. There was a single double bed, with horrible coloured maroon sheets, pushed in the centre of the room. "Well... I guess Donate forgot to call and change it," Nero suggested, letting his backpack slide from his shoulder and land next to the door on the floor.

"Or he's being an ass," You groaned, pushing past Nero and flopping against the bed.

"There's not even a chair or anything," Nero mumbled his eyes surveying the room. "Fuuuck. I'm gonna go see if they have any other rooms." Nero tossed his jacket on the bed and stepped from the room, pulling the door closed behind him.

Nero came back a few minutes later, dragging his feet slightly. "No luck?" You questioned, pushing yourself up to lean back on your hands. Nero looked up at you, glaring at you softly. "No luck. We can just share the bed Nero, it's fine. I won't bite." You let yourself fall back against the bed. "Not unless you ask."

Nero felt heat rise to his cheeks, and his eyes widened slightly. "Y-Yeah sure," Nero mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull off his shoes.

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It was late into the night and Nero was sound asleep, soft breaths escaping his lips. You, on the other hand, were wide awake. What would normally be an upside to Nero and his demon was his unbelievably natural high body heat, but tonight it seemed to be your nightmare. Not only that, but the size of the bed made the young Sparda nearly press himself against you.

You huffed and threw the blanket off and stomped out of the bed. "Y/N?" Nero mumbled, stirring awake.

"Sorry Nero, but you are going to kill me," You sighed, opening the small hotel window. Nero sat up watching you by the window and you spun to face him. "You were pressed up against me and do you understand how hot you are?" As the words left your mouth, you understood how weird that sounded. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed at your words. "Not- Not like that. I mean you are hot- but not saying-" You cut yourself off and pressed your hands to your head.

Nero took a nervous breath and walked towards you, his ears catching your incoherent mumbling. "You're hot too," Nero said awkwardly. "And not just the way you were originally thinking." You pulled your hands away from your head and stared up at him. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded softly and Nero gently brought his hand to your cheek. Nero leaned down and pressed your lips together. Your hand dropped down to grip the front of Nero's shirt. Nero's hand tangled in your hair and the other gripped your waist as he sucked on your bottom lip to pull it between his teeth. Nero bit softly on the soft skin, pressing you against the wall slightly, grinding his hips against your thigh.

"Nero," You panted slightly, using a hand to push Nero's lips away from yours. "Bed. We can use the wall next time."

Nero hummed slightly, raising an eyebrow. "Next time?" Nero teased, tilting his head slightly.

"Nero, focus," You ordered. Nero chuckled softly before pressing his lips back to yours. Nero ran his hands down to your legs, tapping his fingers on the back of your thighs. You jumped slight and Nero caught your thighs in his hands, gently digging his nails into the delicate flesh.

Nero spun around and walked you to the bed, gently dropping you on top. Your legs stayed locked against his hips and Nero fell forward, catching himself on his hands that were planted next to your head. You laughed softly and released Nero's hips, moving to pull yourself further onto the bed. Nero hooked his hands to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the side.

Nero dived back down to kiss you and your hands wandered across his torso, your fingers dipping to the curve of his abs. Your hands slid down to the top of his sweatpants, reaching for the strings but Nero's hand snapped down to grab yours. "You first princess," Nero mumbled, pulling back so his lips hovered just above yours.

Nero released your hands and trailed his fingertips up the exposed skin of your legs and over your shorts. Nero's hands slid under your shirt, running across your torso. Nero pulled away and slid your shirt off, tossing it away with his. "Fucking hell," Nero cursed dropping his head to kiss under your jaw and across your throat, breathless gasps and quiet whimpers leaving your lips.

Nero's hand made its way down to your shorts, dipping his fingers just below the waistline. "Can I?" Nero whispered pulling away for a minute.

"God please Nero," you whined pulling Nero's lips back to yours.

Nero hummed siding your shorts and your panties off at ounce. Nero moved to kneel between your legs, forcing your thighs apart. "No Gods...," Nero whispered, dipping his fingers down to run up your slit and your hips moved to grind against his fingers. "....Just devils." Nero pushed his fingers in your heat, his thumb bumping against your clit.

A breathy moan left you as your head rolled backwards, one hand gripping against the sheets, the other lightly wrapped around Nero's wrist. "Fu-ck, Nero..." your words caught in your throat and it melded into a moan. Nero smirked down at you, his free hand moving up to pull your hand away from the sheets and lacing your fingers together.

"You sound so good princess," Nero praised, sucking on the skin of your collarbone and running his tongue over it a moment after. Your walls fluttered around his fingers, your nails digging into his skin.

"Nero! I'm close-!" Your head tossed back a loud moan ripped from your throat. "Shit Nero, faster please!"

"Already? Go on then, cum for me pretty girl," Nero orders, speeding up his fingers. Your thighs twitched at his sides and arched off the bed, random babbles of nonsense spilling from your lips and your high creeping close at a rapid rate. "Cum all over my fingers angel." A broken screech tore itself from your throat as your orgasm washed over you. You clenched around Nero's fingers as they slowed slightly, riding out our high.

Nero pressed his lips against yours quickly as he released your hand from his and slowly pulled his fingers out. Nero sat up a little and ran his tongue over his digits, humming at the taste. "You taste good princess," Nero smiled, pecking your lips again. You chuckled softly and pulled Nero back to kiss you properly. "Can you go again?"

You nodded and Nero stood up, untying his pants and dropping them along with his boxers. Nero leaned over you but you slipped your legs through his and rolled him to lay against the bed with you straddling his hips. "My turn," You hummed, rocking your hips coating Nero's cock in your slick. Nero's hands shot up to your hips and he tossed his head back, short whimpers escaping his lips.

"Please... need to be inside you," Nero whispered, rocking his hips with yours. You spread your legs slightly as you pressed his lips to his. Your hand crept down his torso to grip his dick and pump it a few times. "Please angel." You lined the tip at your entrance, circling your slit a few times before sinking down on his cock. Moans slipped from you and Nero as you wiggled your hips as Nero stretched you out. You pressed your hands to his chest and sat up as you raised yourself halfway off of Nero's cock and dropped back down.

Nero groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. You rocked your hips back and forth as you raised up and down, fucking yourself on Nero's cock. Nero's hands tightened and he led your movements, speeding you up slightly. Nero rocked his hips up, thrusting into you. You moaned and Nero began pumping harder watching your breasts bounce. Nero rolled you over, slipping out of you and pushing your legs to link around his waist.

He slid back inside you, holding your hands above your head and he snapped his hips to fuck into you. "Holy fuck, Nero. Feels good," You moaned, trying to match your hips to his thrusts. "Gonna cum again."

"Fuck, I'm close too," Nero panted dropping his head slightly. "Hold it for me, baby." You shuddered and clenched on Nero's cock, trying to make him hit his high.

One of Nero's hands let go of your wrists and moved down to grip your hip, lifting your hips up to snap his hip against you even harder. Your breathing became ragged as your second orgasm inched closer. "I've wanted to do this since the moment I set eyes on you," Nero mumbled against your ear. He couldn't register what he was saying, but he could see you tug against his hands and shudder under his words. "Do you like it when I touch you? When I fuck you like this?"

"Yes. Yes, god," You babbled, losing yourself in the euphoria. "I like it a lot. I love it!" You screamed as you hit your high, your legs tightening around his hips. "God please, Nero. Cum for me, please Nero. Need to feel it."

Nero shuddered, his hip becoming frantic as he came. His cum spilled inside you and Nero held you close, whispering nonsense against your neck. "Thank Sparda for only giving us one bed," Nero chuckled softly.

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