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moraxsthrone · 11 months

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OK I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOURSELF BC YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY GAVE ME ITTO BRAINROT HOW?? WHY?? W H A T???? DFCVHBNJNKMLAG

Indulge me with this little thirst

Imagine you're wearing the cutest lacy frilly lingerie set (bonus if it matches his colors black/purple/red) that just accentuates all the right curves and spots, crisscross stripes over your skin aND WHEN HE SEES YOU HE JUST GOES 👀!!!!!!! jaw hits the floor blushing drooling and repeating "babe" your name and freaking out, brain stops working just pulls you up on his big strong arms and sits you on his lap (and BOI his not-so-little friend downstairs is already excited huh)

and you just go :3c all coy and cute and delicate leaning in pressing your chest against his, scooting closer "Itto baby you gotta be careful unwrapping your present, it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty... right?" finger drawing circles on his skin making him SHIVER

AND IMAGINE HIM JUST S T R U G G L I N G TO KEEP IT TOGETHER and be delicate untying the lacy strings like NAH MAN he's got BIG HANDS NOT MADE FOR THIS TASK LMAO

plus you're making it REAL hard kissing and chuckling at his neck and rolling your hips against his crotch slow and sensual

by the time those panties come off they're soaked through with a mix of his pre and your slick asxdcvghjbnjkl

*HSAKING BITING MY PILLOW HORNY GRIP*

MA'AM I WROTE AN ENTIRE FIC WHAT HAVE YOU D O N E i think.... i think you gave me a size kink........ BUT GODS YOUR WRITING IS SO!!!!! *rabid horny crys noises*

i’ll have you know i am quite pleased with myself for making you (and anyone else who will listen) foam at the mouth for arataki mf itto.

‧₊˚ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

‧₊˚ wc — 1.3k

‧₊˚ cw — nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. praise. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). implied squirting.

‧₊˚ a/n — okay, so crys sent me this WEEKS AGO and every time i sat down and tried to answer, the words just wouldn't come out right? BUT THEN i realized itto's bday was only a few weeks away (at the time) and since she describes you as being his "present" IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS...THIS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BIRTHDAY IDEA FOR OUR ONE AND ONI KING ARATAKI ITTO!!

poor itto’s just sitting there, looking down between his claws and the cute frilly bra you have on, his big oni head full, debating with himself over whether he should try to be delicate and slowly work the lacy underthings off of you, or throw caution to the wind and get the things off of you as quickly as he can by Any Means Necessary™️. as ravishing as you look in that dainty lingerie, he decides it's worth sacrificing in the name of getting his mouth on your tits as quickly as possible. his hands are trembling a little and his cock is throbbing underneath your thigh when his pretty crimson eyes meet yours, full of unspoken apologies.

but then he gets another idea. a better idea.

what if he can do everything he wants with you without taking the lingerie off at all????

itto grabs two handfuls of your ass, squeezing your plush flesh between his big fingers as he guides your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel the heat of your cunt dragging along his clothed length. he’s so hard and big you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through the thin material of your panties, which are getting wetter with your slick by the second.

you huff a breathy laugh against his neck, shuddering a little when your clit catches on the front seam of his pants. you’re moving on your own when he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face away from his neck so he can press his lips to yours. his kiss is needy and passionate, a quiet groan escaping his throat when you push your tongue into his mouth. oh, he likes that very much, especially when you lick at his fangs with a playful moan.

he cups one of your tits in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making you whine a little in his mouth. he can feel your hard nipple through the lacy material and pushes the cup of the bra down to let your tit spill out into his hand. he temporarily abandons your fervent kiss to trace the tip of his tongue around your pebbled bud before closing his lips around it to suckle, his tongue still swirling. You push your fingers into his hair, holding onto his horns as your head falls back in pleasure.

he picks you up and puts you on your back before getting on his knees and pushing your open legs back, spreading them wide so he can see the dark wet spot that has formed in the fabric that's covering your juicy cunt. he can smell you and it’s making his cock drool inside his pants. he kisses your folds through the flimsy cloth, the tip of his nose nudging your hard clit as he goes. soft presses of his lips turn into open-mouthed kisses just before he teases your sweet little pearl. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, making you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle as it makes pinpoints of contact with your skin through the lacy panties.

“mmm baby, your pussy tastes so good…fuck,” itto mutters, his voice heavy with lust.

hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, itto moves the lace over to one side, exposing your pink, glistening slit. the sight of your beautiful pussy has him licking his lips...then slowly licking yours. you flinch beneath him, heels digging into his hard shoulders when he flicks and rolls your tiny hard-on around with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. your oni may not be the smartest guy, but he knows how to eat pussy like no other. he pulls off long enough to stick his middle finger in his mouth and get it wet before carefully pushing it in your hole, watching your face with a mischievous grin as your back arches for him when you feel the slight stretch of his thick digit. he slowly fucks you with his finger before adding another.

and you certainly don't have to take anything off to be able to swallow his thick cock. he thinks it’s so sweet when you choke on it bc it shows how much you wanna please him and make him feel good. so he brushes his thumb over your hollowed cheek and there’s so much adoration in his fiery eyes when he groans and tells you how good you are to him. you treat him like a king and he dotes on you bc you’re his queen.

and when he's ready to fuck you, he just rolls you onto your belly and pushes those purple little panties to the side. the thong is hooked around his thumb as he holds onto your hips and pushes his leaking cockhead inside you. little by little, inch by inch, he fills you with his thick oni cock and starts hitting it from the back. your whimpers and gasps of his name spur him on, driving his big dick in and out of your juicy cunt. he watches the way your tight little hole stretches open around his wide shaft, his fang leaving an indentation where he bites his lower lip to keep from cumming too fast. “nhnnn…fuck yeah, baby! takin’ my cock so well…” he praises you as the front of his muscular thighs clap against the back of yours.

a few more thrusts and he pulls out, making you whine. but before you can protest, he’s got you on your back and his huge hands around your ankles, pulling them against the hard plane of his chest. itto’s bedroom eyes are burning into yours when the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip as he guides his fat tip back to your hole. he pushes inside you again, his open-mouthed groan harmonizing with your pretty sigh as your wet heat stretches around him, tight and welcoming like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. leaning forward, he puts you in a press and starts fucking you again, but this time it’s slow and deep. irises of molten rock peer into your watering eyes as he tells you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him, how much he appreciates you and the way you’ve given him the best birthday present of all:

you. you, and your love.

your legs are hanging helplessly over his beefy, marked arms. the red straps of your bra have long fallen off your shoulders, your tits spilling out of the flimsy cups and bouncing with every hard thrust of itto’s strong hips. his long, white hair has fallen over his shoulders to tickle your skin, and your eyes soften.

“mmm, happy birthday, my king…” you sigh.

he leans in closer, pressing your knees to your chest, his hips still snapping into yours as he cups your jaw in his big hand. “i love you, my queen…love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathes, then kisses you hard. your tongues swirl and his hips begin to stutter. “fuck, m'so close. cum...cum with me, baby…”

with the way his thick, bulbous cockhead has been tugging at your sweet spot for the past few minutes, you don't need to be told twice. you place your hands on either side of his face and nod, panting. he buries himself deep and grinds into you, his coarse thatch of white pubic hair rubbing your clit as his heavy balls draw up tighter and tighter against your taint.

“oh gods…” he sighs, “...fuck…”

“cum for me, itto,” you gasp, beckoning him as your own orgasm takes hold and he feels you gush all around him, soaking his lower abs and crying his name.

he plants his lips against one of your palms and squeezes his eyes shut, grunting, “cumming…i- nngghhaa fuck!” his hips twitch and jerk into you as the first jet of his hot semen erupts inside you. his oni ancestry ensures that he cums in massive loads, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you before he’s even done emptying himself inside your womb.

‧₊˚ itto m.list || happy bday you big sexy oni *kisses his horns, one at a time*

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drewsbuzzcut · 2 months

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Your Touch Brought Forth An Incandescent Glow

(or the many ways Jeremy touches Lyla)

Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair

A ‘The Masterminds’ fic

Warnings: smut, mentions being naked, and I think that’s all

“Oh my god! Don’t stop, J,” Lyla moans, sultry and whiny.

White, hot heat blankets Lyla’s body as Jeremy continues to thrust into her. They’re both perched on their knees, Jeremy’s chest to her back. His warm, large hands are splayed out over her breasts, squeezing the supple flesh as his hips continue to rock into her.

“You like that, baby?” He whispers hotly against the shell of her ear, a shiver wracks through her body.

“Yes,” she chants, throwing her arms behind her to loop around his neck, fusing their bodies into one. Her fingers clench the strands of his hair, using it as an anchor.

She throws her ass back, sinking further down on his cock. Their bodies move like a wave of powerful pleasure. The husky lilt of his voice, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, sets her every nerve ending alight.

“Don’t stop. Just like that baby,” her body trembles just as her walls contract around his shaft.

His hands move from Lyla’s breast, one to her throat and the other down to her pussy. He pulls her head back, hand tighter around her throat -which unleashes a whimper from her vocal cords- and takes her lips between his. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch against the soft skin of her face, and it makes her thrust her tongue down his throat- practically swallowing him whole. His finger catches onto her clit, stroking it delicately until their kisses become open mouthed and Lyla can’t hold back her panting anymore.

“You’re my good girl,” his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, drawing more moans from his girl.

“Yours. Only yours,” Lyla squeaks, orgasming around him.

Fire courses through her body, all of her thoughts become singed. She’s left in a haze, whimpering as he paints her walls.

“I love you,” he whispers into her mouth, working her through her release.

“I love you.”

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Lyla waits patiently outside of the locker room. To anyone, she’d seem relaxed, but on the inside Lyla is running around screaming. She cannot wait to see Jeremy who just had an amazing game. He’s such a natural out there and Lyla is so proud of him.

“Ly!” She hears and her head snaps up. She runs straight into his arms, cheeks heating up at the way he hoists her body up with his big, strong muscles. Memories of him pinning her arms down as he fucks into her flash through her mind. She feels like she just took a dip in the sun and she feels her wetness start to pool in her lace underwear. Don’t even get her started on the way his hands are pressed to her ass to keep her up. It reminds her of the way he spreads her open when she’s taking him from behind.

After a deep breath she wills those thoughts away. Now’s not the time.

“Hi, my big boy. You played amazing! I can’t believe I get to watch you and I get to go home with you. I love you,” Lyla rambles, eyes wide and hands glued to his cheeks as she talks with such excitement.

The girl’s enthusiasm sets off hoards of butterflies in Jeremy’s stomach. They flutter nonstop, even when she’s not around Lyla because he’s always thinking about her either way.

“I’m happy you’re here. I love you,” he sets her back on her feet, arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her into his chest. She fits perfectly there.

“Kiss me,” Lyla jumps up, body unable to stay still. Her arms loop around his neck, keeping him close. Her body tingles and a small squeal falls from her mouth when he nudges his nose against hers. It’s a tease, but Jeremy loves the way Lyla grips onto his suit jacket.

With a small smirk, he’s leaning down and taking her lips in his. His large hands press into the small of her back, making a chill roll up her spine. A breathy sigh is mingled between their mouths, the air around the couple becoming blanketed with desire. Zaps of electricity flow through Lyla’s fingertips and sear in Jeremy’s skin.

“We should head home. This jersey is begging to be on the floor,” he whispers into their kiss, eyes darkened and lidded. Lyla lets out a shuddering breath as her heart pounds in her chest.

“You think so?” She teases with her head tilted and bottom lip between her teeth.

“Hell yeah.”

Grabbing onto his hand, Lyla pulls him to his car in a silent answer.

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The pounding bass and loud cheers from the crowd reverberate against Lyla’s body. She’s perfectly nestled in Jeremy’s arms, her back pressed tightly to his warm chest. His large hands grip onto her hips, swaying his body along with hers.

Times like these are rare with both of their lives always being busy. Even though there are a ton of people around the pair, they’re in their own world.

Jeremy leans more into Lyla when he hears her softly singing the song that the band is playing. Each lyric that passes the seam of her lips takes on a new meaning and they seem to map out their lives together.

Lyla turns in his hold, face nuzzling into his chest and takes in the smell of his cologne and the way it mixes with his sweat. She loves it; it’s reminiscent of all the times he’d come back from a morning workout and kiss her awake.

His hand travels to the back of her neck, a finger caressing her skin and it makes her shiver. She reaches out to cup the back of his neck, green eyes looking up and boring into his. Lyla continues to sing except now she’s singing to the love of her life.

Her soft, serene voice a siren call to his ears. It’s alluring and all he wants to do is hear it. All he wants to do is inject the sound into his veins and feel the vibration of her voice.

“I love you,” she leans up on her tiptoes and whispers her words of affection into his mouth.

Jeremy’s lips attach to hers in a bruising passion. Everything around them seems to stop. Her entire world is pressed against her lips, something with so much power has never felt so tangible. It almost knocks Lyla off her feet.

“I love you, baby,” he smiles down at her, his thumb pressing into her dimple which makes it pop out even more.

She grabs his arm, turning back around and pulling him tight around her. There’s nothing like someone who makes you feel at home no matter where you are.

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The lavender scented bubbles lap at the couple seated in the porcelain bathtub. Jeremy has his arms perched on the edge and Lyla is sitting between his legs, confined by his muscles.

Many candles light up the room and soft jazz music fills the comfortable silence. There are times when Lyla nor Jeremy can keep quiet, but tonight calls for a calmness that can only be achieved through lingering touches and longing stares.

Jeremy’s eyes travel the expanse of Lyla’s back, taking in each freckle that paints her skin and the delicate cursive of the tattoo inked into the back of her shoulder. “Swayman,” is as perfect marking her as it is being said next to her first name. A finger comes up, gathering each freckle into their own constellation before tracing each letter of her tattoo. Goosebumps pepper her skin, making Jeremy wrap an arm around her stomach and pull her closer.

Lyla is immediately melting into his warmth. There’s nothing like it, and she’ll never deny a cuddle from her man- especially if he’s fully naked. It’s so much better.

The hockey player noses at her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo and body wash. His large hand gently grips her throat, tilting the girl’s head back and slotting his lips between hers. Their tongues curl around each other and raspy breaths are shared.

With a sultry whine Lyla flips over, chest pressing into his, and brings his lips back down on hers. He sucks on her tongue, hands gripping onto her hips as she straddles his waist. He scoots her further up his torso, so his lips can easily wander down the hollow of her neck.

“I love you,” she hums, fingers carding through his hair.

“I love you,” he whispers, hands dipping down into the water to squeeze at her ass.

Lyla smirks at him and Jeremy reciprocates it with a cocky wink, pulling her to lay her head on his chest. The familiar beat of his heart lulls her deeper into relaxation. She very much enjoys being touched by her big boy.

a/n: So I really enjoyed writing this even though it took me like almost a month to finish😭😭 I hope y’all enjoy as well!!

#lyla x jeremy #oc!singer x jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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Sora, hear me out. What do you think about MobWife!Daniel AU?

Bestie... I feel like you knew I was trying to sidestep this and you put it in my path like a rock or a banana peel for me to trip over. I know you did! you know what? I saw it and I still tripped because I am clumsy!

So far I don't have many thots on mob wife Daniel, only like a visual vibe. I wish I could draw or do digital art because I think he would be breathtaking. either way, here is some of my vibe written down.

Mob wife Daniel would 1000% be Renault era Daniel. There’s just a level of cunt he served in 2019 that cannot be spoken about enough. Gucci all day, because he is a Gucci boy. He wears his fave rings and chains all the time. He’s always dressed so nicely– even if it's a big tshirt and shorts. He always looks put together and fuckable.

He’d be married to Christian, he got married young like a good Italian boy to someone who would take care of him. And Christian does take care of him, Daniel knows about the business but he doesn’t get his hands dirty. He’s an unknown secret keeper, he knows where the safehouses are and there are accounts in his name in case the feds try anything.

He’s also fucking Max, his new bodyguard.

Christian takes care of all of his needs and Max takes care of the ones Christian forgets about.

Christian knows about Max– he has eyes everywhere– but Christian wants Daniel to be happy, and if this makes him happy then so be it. Besides, Max is a ruthless killer so he also wants to keep him happy.

They’d probably argue about dumb shit, and Daniel isn’t afraid to get loud because he knows Christian won’t hurt him. Because Max won’t let him. It’s a fucked up polycule where Daniel gets everything he wants– as he should.

I imagine one of the arguments is like at dinner time and Christian is complaining about how someone never did a good job with keeping a hit quiet and Daniel is annoyed because he didn’t want to hear about it because they had better things to talk about– like going on a trip.

“Christian please! All day I watched Marta slave over this dinner and all you can talk about his fuckin Jev. Look, we made your favourite! Did you even like notice that? No! Jeepers!” Daniel throws his napkin down and gets up, his chains glint in the soft light. Christian stares at the long line of his throat and the small hollow of his clavicle. Christian leans back in his chair and rests an elbow on the arm.

“Are you finished?”

“No! Because you promised– just like you promised me a vacation but here we fuckin’ are.” Daniel puts his hands on his hips. Max continues eating his meal between them.

“Where do you want to go?” Christian asks, because it was easier to give Daniel what he truly wanted.

“You said we’d go to Seychelles. I even bought new swimsuits.” Daniel doesn’t exactly whine, but he does pout and bat his eyelashes. Max bites back his snort, Christian catches it of course.

“How’d they look?” Christian asks Max, nodding over to him.

“You’d like them.” Max confirms. He doesn’t need to tell Christian that Daniel sucked his dick while trying them on.

“Put them on for me tonight, if I like em we can go to Seychelles.” Christian bargains, he watches the slow grin that takes over Daniel’s beautiful face. Daniel saunters over and kisses Christian filthily before walking away. Christian, of course, swats his ass as he goes.

Of course Daniel gets what he wants and Christian’s assistant books the trip. Christian might be always busy, but he makes time for Daniel. They don’t always fuck, but when they do, Daniel is a docile dove afterward. Because Christian knows how Daniel likes to be fucked, he knows what makes his wife happy.

part 2?

#thats all I have to say #(for now? who knows with me)#but this wasn't at all where I thought about going with this until I got here lol #actually considered having Daniel be married to Lewis..#anyway mob wife dan #maxiel #max/daniel #christian/daniel #hornciardo? what is their ship name?#almost fic #ficlet #mobwife daniel #answered #anonymous

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wandamaxim0f · 2 months

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After the war — Fred Weasley

Words: 1.4k

Fred Weasley x Female reader

Tw: mentions of the war, character death, mentions of the battle of the department of mysteries, mentions of anxiety and fear

A/N: in all honesty, fred was my first fictional love, and no matter how many characters I love, I always come back to him. In the wise Taylor Swift words, "I drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you"

Fred grinned softly as he opened the door to the house the two of you had purchased not too long ago. The second big commitment both of you had made together, the first one being when he got down in one knee almost a year ago now. Planning the wedding was not something neither of you wanted to do just now, relaxing into the idea of growing up a bit more before walking down the aisle and making things as official as they could get. Besides, you and Fred already knew you were in it for the long run, so there was no rush whatsoever.

In fact, he was so sure you were the one for him, he wouldn’t have proposed when he did, as it felt like he was repeating himself when he told you he wanted to spend his whole life with you. But the war was getting worse, and he needed you to know he meant it when he said you were the love of his life and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He wanted you to know he meant it when he said he’d fight anyone and anything to get back to you if it came down to it.

“Freddie?” your voice called from the kitchen, and he took off his jacket before making his way to you.

There you were, already in your pajamas -an old pair of pants you had used to wear whenever you had an early quidditch training in school and a t-shirt you had stolen from him ages ago-, your still damp hair leaving a humid patch on the back of your tee. Your back was to the door, focused on preparing the ingredients for dinner. Turning your head now, you smiled at your fiance and his lovesick gaze.

“Hi!” you greeted, clearly happy and a smile broke into his face at the sound of your voice “How was work today?”

“It was good, a bit slow, but good” he replied, walking over you, his arms going around your waist as he dipped down his head to kiss the spot between your neck and shoulder “Kids are already at Hogwarts, so my guess is it should stay that way for another two weeks, maybe. What are you making?”

“Read about a new recipe today, carbonara. Thought we’d give it a try”

“Sounds good to me. Gonna go and take a quick shower now, baby” he added, his hands drawing circles on your stomach “Care to join?”

You laughed, leaning against him and looking up at the redhead boy, before he kissed you softly. “It won’t be a quick shower if I join you, and we’re having pasta tonight. It shouldn’t take too long for the water to boil”

Fred clicked his tongue, disappointed “Later?” he asked, kissing you again.

“Definetly. I love you” you added, and he smiled at you, so adoringly you almost melted between his strong arms.

“I love you too, forever. Can’t wait to live my whole life with you, baby” and after another kiss, he went upstairs.

He was so happy, and so in love with you. You had been the light of his life for ten years now, ever since he met you that first day of school, on your way to Hogwarts. You were always laughing at him or his jokes and pranks, and you were his biggest supporter, always ready to help him or hear him out whenever he was late with an assignment, or when he wasn’t on top of his game at a quidditch match. Eventually, as years went by, you became his biggest source of comfort under the lame excuse of friendship, and it would be normal to find the two of you tangled with each other in the common room, especially after He Who Can’t Be Named came back, your hand always toying with his hair in a way it turned him putty in your hands. Through thick and thin, you had been his rock, and he had been yours.

When George and him left during Umbridge’s reign of terror, your heart broke into a million pieces, and you had to admit to yourself it wasn’t because you’d miss them, which you would, of course, but because the idea of being at Hogwarts without Fred felt outright wrong, and those last months of school were plain torture. Exacerbated, of course, by the actual torture you had endured at the Department of Mysteries.

Fred remembered that morning clearly. He had been woken up by his mother’s scream, which had him appearing downstairs within a second, and he remembered the bile coming up his throat when she told them Ron and Ginny had been involved in a battle, and Sirius Black had been murdered by his own cousin. But nothing prepared him for when George asked who else had gone to the Ministry, and your name came out his mother’s mouth.

“What?!” he asked, his hands leaning against the couch to support his weight “How is she?”

“They’re alright, said Dumbledore, tired, and sore from torture, but they’re alright” she explained “Tonks will have to stay some days at St. Mungo’s, but she’ll be okay soon”

“T– torture?”

George’s hand squeezed his shoulder, in a sign of silent support. He was worried too, for his siblings, for Hermione and Harry, but also for you. You were one of his favorite people, and he knew how much you meant to Fred even if he hadn’t said anything. He knew his twin, and knew his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw you.

“She’ll be alright” he told him.

He knew that. You were tough, and brave, and determined; qualities he never paid much attention to, finding your kindness, patience and charisma more interesting; but he felt as if he had failed you. He had promised you almost a full year ago, the night after Voldemort’s return and Cedric’s murder that he’d keep you safe, and he hadn’t kept his word. You had gone into battle, and you had gotten tortured of all things. He felt sick, the need to take you away from home and keep you from participating anymore in the war being stronger by the second. But you wouldn’t like that. You would want to fight, and he’d be damned if he lost you. He couldn’t.

Molly thought his cry was because of his younger siblings, but George knew better. Sure, Fred was worried about Ron and Ginny, but it was you who had him hyperventilating at the idea of losing you, because the idea of living life without you felt like torture.

Three weeks later, he had found himself at your doorstep, hoping to convince you to stay with them, at least until your parents got back from their holiday in Italy. Or forever. Maybe you felt the same way, maybe you loved him back, maybe you loved him more than you loved any of your friends.

And you did, to no one’s surprise but his.

So, now here he was, fresh out of the shower, in the house the two of you had bought, and as he went downstairs, he found you at the table, with the dinner ready, and his heart skipped a beat once more. Remembering the panic that had nestled in his chest during the war, how many times he had stayed awake at night, not being able to sleep, afraid he’d lose you, afraid they’d take you from him; his arms tense around your body while he prayed he wouldn’t fail you again. And now, the war was finally behind all of you, and you were safe.

“How was the shower?��

“Would’ve been better if you had joined me” he replied, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. You hit him playfully in the arm.

After dinner, he smiled softly at you, and grabbed your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. His eyes hadn’t left you at all as you ate, too mesmerized by how beautiful you were, and how happy he was with you, how happy you made him, and the way it felt his heart was way too big for his chest whenever he thought of you.

“I love you” he whispered, not being his bubbly, extroverted self, and you let him speak “I love you so, so much, my sweet girl”

You smiled softly, and held his hand back.

“I love you too, honey. So much. Forever”

Fred got up and took his wand out, letting magic take care of the dishes and pulled you into his embrace.

“Let’s go to bed, love”

#fred weasley #harry potter #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x reader #hogwarts

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grapementos · 10 months

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i don’t wanna break you

aged up kirishima x reader

cw: descriptions of blood, accidental injury, hospitals

night after night, kirishima was plagued with nightmares of the most horrigying, gut-wrenching situations that he was unfortunately familiar with.

the league, rappa, all for one--they invaded his mind and dreams, constantly chasing and drawing him into a corner. no matter how unbreakable he tried to be, no matter how rock solid his skin became, he lost each and every time. he was suffocated, backed into a wall as his worst enemies shrouded him in a darkness he knew all too well.

then, just as they attacked, he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat. frantically, he'd look around the room, controlled only by the overwhelming fear and need to survive. he'd scan the room, but he always found nothing. instead, he sat back against the headboard, his ragged, uneven breathing filling the room.

sleep was impossible afterward, so he started his day the moment he woke up. once he was fully grounded, he'd reluctantly crack open an energy drink and prepare for the fatigue he knew would hit him like a brick wall in the middle of the day.

you knew nothing of kirishima's nightmares, for you'd been on a vacation with some friends for two weeks. he'd never had trouble sleeping before--not with you, anyways.

it pained you to leave him for so long, but your friends insisted that you join them on an out-of-state trip to some resort they'd booked. kirishima had also encouraged you to go, so you did. it was a wonderful two weeks of relaxation, but you were so excited to see your beautiful boy pick you up from the airport.

once you exited the terminal and picked up your bags, you said goodbye to your friends and excitedly walked to the cellphone lot. you weaved through groups of people as your suitcase bumped over cracks in the sidewalk, antsy and excited to see your boyfriend.

you looked around excitedly as you reached your agreed-upon meet-up spot, waiting anxiously for kirishima. so many people were meeting up with family, friends, lovers--that was the beautiful thing about airports, you'd found. it was sad at times, but reunions and meet-ups were so wholesome.

your first instinct when someone grabbed your waist from behind was to jerk away, but when you turned to see kirishima, you grinned and hopped up into his arms, "ei! oh my gosh, i missed you so much."

you squeezed him tight, so, so tight.

"i missed you too, babe," he chuckled, his words a little strained as you all but crushed his ribs, "but you're gonna kill me."

"too bad. i just went an entire two weeks without you. you're not gonna get more than two inches away from me." you insisted, but finally dropped down to the ground.

all it took was an actual look at kirishima's face for you to realize that something was definitely wrong. his eyes were heavy and almost half-lidded, a dark shadow casting under them. his entire expression, albeit happy to see you, was exhausted.

"baby, what's wrong? you look so tired." you frowned, bringing up a hand to rub a thumb along his eye bags.

"it's nothing," he chuckled half-heartedly, "just don't sleep the same without you. you sayin' i don't look handsome or what?"

"you always look handsome. but," you snatched the keys from him, "not handsome enough to drive tired. we're laying down as soon as we get home."

he grabbed for the keys, "babe, you just got off a ten hour red-eye. you can't drive."

"i slept the entire ride, now get your handsome self into the passenger seat." you demanded, already walking to the car.

he knew it was futile to argue with you, so he did as you asked and settled into the passenger seat. the entire ride home, you had one hand on the wheel and the other tightly squeezing his hand. despite his deflection, you were pretty worried about him. he'd always slept like a rock, always energized from a full 8-hours worth of sleep.

it was no big deal, you hoped.

the moment the two of you were inside, you locked the door, left your suitcase in the living room, and dragged kirishima to the bedroom.

you didn't miss the energy drink cans in the kitchen trash, your worry only growing.

"now, we're not getting up until you're refreshed." you insisted, back to him as you changed into something more comfortable.

"m'not even that tired."

"you were dozing off in the car. quit trying to lie to me, ejirou." once changed, you nestled under the duvet next to him, scooting all the way up to him.

he draped an arm over you, scooting you impossibly closer. your face was level with his, your eyes meeting in a silent conversation of relief. relief that you were together again, relief that you didn't have to sleep separately.

"i missed you so much." he whispered, tracing shaped into your back, "i'm glad you had fun, but it made me think of how we're literally always together."

"i missed you too." you traced lines up and down his bicep, "i know. i'm not used to being away from you so long. we're never separated for more than hours at a time."

he hummed, "is that even healthy?"

"don't care."

"me neither."

the conversation halted there as you scooted down to rest your head against his chest, soothed by his familiar scent and his heartbeat and the cushiony muscle that you loved.

within minutes, the two of you were asleep, breathing steady as you finally felt able to sleep safely. no more hotel rooms, starchy hotel sheets, too-soft hotel pillows. just your kirishima, your bed, your sheets, and your pillows.

you drifted off, a series of dreams flurrying in your mind. they made sense as they occurred, but surely they wouldn't should you try to explain them consciously. you dreamed of the water and a flicker of a face you'd seen at the beach, of talking to members of a live band you'd seen, only their faces were warped into those of your friends, of the meals you'd eaten, only somehow you weren't strong enough to pick up the utensils--because no one's strong or fast in dreams.

suddenly, the dreams turned ugly. the band members--your friends--the people at the beach, the restaurant-goers, they turned against you. they cornered you and chased you until you had nowhere left to run. once they drew near, your abdomen was pierced, a red-hot stinging sensation flooding through your entire body.

your ears rang, but you weren't afraid--it was a dream, after all.

yet, the pain you felt was real, the drip of blood, everything felt so real.

the sensation of actual, realistic blood flow startled you awake.

your first thought was that you'd wet the bed, embarrassingly enough.

just as you moved to check, thousands of nerve endings were set ablaze with pain, making you hiss, "fuck!"

lightheadedness swamped your head, filling your throat with a thick layer of nausea, "ei--fuck--ei!"

your face, arms, torso, legs--everything was on fire. you choked out a pained cry, trying desperately to discover the source of your agony.

you picked up your head, suddenly mortified.

it was kirishima. he was hardened, almost to the point of his unbreakable form. in his sleep.

you had no idea what shape your body was in, but you could only assume the worst considering the pain, and the longer you touched him, the deeper your wounds grew.

"ejirou!" you cried, unable to shake him awake without another wave of excruciating pain rolling through you, "wake up! please, please wake up!"

his eyes snapped open at your cries, afraid, defensive, battle-ready.

he was shaking, breathing raggedy, further worsening your injuries.

the moment his eyes fell on your pained ones, his quirk fell, an indescribable mix of horror and realization dawning on him.

the moment he was away from you, you rolled onto your back, limbs like lead. you couldn't even lift your head to evaluate the damage; your head was far too fuzzy. your vision was darkening in the corners as you choked on tears and oxygen as you tried desperately to gulp in breaths, "911.. call.. 911.." you whispered as your vision completely faded back to black.

kirishima was covered in blood in the back of the ambulance. your blood.

it was a blur. he'd been purged with another dream, one so much worse than the rest, and he'd hurt you. he hurt you.

his eyes were unseeing as he sat in the triage room, the nurse asking questions about the circumstances of the accident. he answered like a zombie, only remembering the part where he recommended therapy or sleeping in separate beds.

that stung. he couldn't even be near you without hurting you.

he sat in your room once he was allowed in. they'd given you a blood transfusion because you'd lost almost two entire liters by the time you'd reached the hospital. luckily, you hadn't hemorrhaged, but they needed you to stay over night to keep an eye on embolisms and other concerns he couldn't stomach the possibility of.

as he slouched in the chair beside your bed, he knew what he had to do. as he saw the bandages all over your body, on your eye, your eye that they weren't sure would ever be 100% again, he knew.

waking up was painful. the confusion and pain hit you like a tidal wave, forcing a groan from the depths of your stomach, "my god."

you leaned your head back into the pillows propping you up, face scrunched in pain. you tried to muffle quiet grunts of pain, but your body was buzzing with an uncomfortable lick of fiery pain.

"oh, mx. y/n, you're awake."

you peeked an eye open to see a doctor with a clipboard and an extremely dull kirishima who couldn't even seem to look at you.

"what's happening?" you mumbled, suddenly acutely aware that your left eye was covered with a bandage of some sort.

"well," she started, glancing at kirishima, "you're in a hospital. you arrived here by ambulance after you sustained a multitude of abrasions, gashes, and wounds scattered across your body. you lost almost two liters, so we did have to perform a blood transfusion."

your heart rate picked up as you connected the dots, "my.."

"i'm afraid your eye has sustained significant damage. as of now, i am unsure if you will ever be able to fully see out of it again."

warm tears flooded down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rapidly at the idea of being blind from one eye.

"i'm very sorry. i'll give the two of you some time and then we can further discuss a recovery plan." the doctor dismissed herself, closing the door behind her.

you finally dared yourself to look at kirishima, who was biting hard at his lip, presumably to keep himself from crying.

"are you okay?" you finally stammered out, vision blurred with tears at the news you just received.

"how can you even ask me that?" he asked incredulously, "didn't you hear what the doctor said? i could've k--" he choked out a sob, clamping a hand over his mouth. after drawing in a tight breath, he began again, "i could've killed you, and you're asking me if i'm okay."

"you didn't mean to, ei, you were sleeping." you reasoned, "and you didn't kill me, i'm okay."

"you're half blind, y/n!" he touched a hand to his forehead, walking up and down anxiously, "what if it happens again? what if my quirk goes off again because of some stupid bad dream and i accidentally kill you?"

"you've been having nightmares?"

he just stared at you, eyes wide and red and puffy and breaking your heart.

"we can't be together."

a beat of silence, only ended by the beep of the heart monitor.

"what?"

"i hurt you, y/n. i made you bleed, i ruined your eye. i'm," he stammered out, "i'm dangerous. i can't be with you, i can't hurt you."

"you're hurting me right now, ei, what the hell are you talking about?" you demanded, forcing yourself into a sitting position, "it was an accident, i know you'd never hurt me."

he shook his head, looking down at his hands, "i hurt you. i'm so sorry, y/n. we can't--we can't be together because i hurt you."

your tears weren't from your physical pain anymore, they were from the idea of having a life without kirishima in it.

"ei, please, please--" you reached a hand towards him, begging, "please, just listen to me."

he stopped his pacing, stopped his babbling, and looked at you.

"the idea of not being able to love you, to kiss you, to be with you, that hurts me more than anything. more than a million cuts, more than losing both my eyes, all my limbs, more than anything." you focused a steely, watery gaze on him, "so don't hurt me. we can move past this together. i'll be with you for everything, no matter what."

he processed your words, a crying mess, but shook his head, "i can't, i can't--"

"eijirou." you demanded, "you love me, right?"

he nodded slowly, bottom lip quivering, "more than anything."

"then stay. if you love me, stay."

"okay."

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sgdlr-asdfghjkl · 3 months

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Link Click Musical content 120

(it's been a busy time, so let's do a summary)

Because of Chinese New Year holidays, the musical is currently on a break 🐲🌟 There were just a few last performances and now they're resting 🙏 However, some extra content came out, so let's go through it (all video links in replies as always :*)!

LC Musical got media coverage on CCTV (Chinese Central Television - main national tv station in China). It was a short material promoting the play and the theatre, you can actually watch it on Encore Musicals' weibo and bilibili. The stageplay has gained popularity since the premiere and more people are visiting Shanghai to see it. So this news piece is basically a big shout out and a recommendation 🌟

Another video on Encore Musicals bilibili (and 1st pic at the top of my post) is from when the whole musical crew was drawing red envelopes 🧧 (I didn't know this tradition, so I added the wiki for you too^). Basically Zhang Jiahao and Wang Minhui drew the best gifts and were happy about it ^^

I already posted abt Wang Minhui's vlog with rehearsal scenes, but thanks to @chocolatexiaoshi 💝 explanations and translations from @/Elaraqwq and @/bhd322418 on twt 💙, I can tell you about some fun details about it ^^

⬆ So yea, here Cai Qi really says: "Coincidentally, I'm single too. If you want, I'll be your first boyfriend."

⬆ here Cai Qi starts singing CXS's main plot song "Words can't convey the love", then it cuts to Wang Minhui singing the rest (best thing is, we'll get to see that song performed by Shu Rongbo and Wu Yihan on Feb 10th livestream).

⬆ then he talks about the books they have in sunroom shelves. He points out how the books are all about how to become wealthy and sucessful, with titles like: 'It's performance that counts', 'Project Management Practices', 'Conscientiousness trumps competence', 'Corporate Strategy and Risk Management'. Like, the book he's holding in 2nd pic is written by Jack Ma Jun, 4th wealthiest person in China, you get the vibe... It's such a funny touch and shows attention to details by the crew designing the set ❤ I love the idea of our broke indebted boys having a library of economy coaching books ><'

⬆ (okay... okay, you got this Niebo) Then this part. Wang Minhui is singing a song from another musical (白夜追凶 roughly translated as 'Chasing the murderers day and night') in which they played as twins. Minhui played the older brother who was an experienced policeman.

In order to solve the case, Minhui's character tried to rewrite the psychology of the perpetrator, that's what this song is about. Like he was just imagining the interrogation. So Cai Qi is reenacting what Minhui is singing. It is not the actual choreography to that song 💀

Okay, that's all I had to share about the vlog, thank you Mr Wang Minhui 🧎‍♂️

From minor news, Encore Musicals announced they'll be auditioning for LC Musical cast. It's probably connected to how it's a long-term stage and they'll need more actors. According to choco-xiaoshi, musicals like this can go on for a year or longer, depending on how well the tickets sell. And for now LC stage is selling well 🌟

They also posted the performace schedule for March, with special events marked. And yes, Shu Rongbo and Wu Yihan have birthdays on the same day, March 10th and will be performing then 😌

Also Liao Jingyuan and Cai Lu posted these pictures:

To finish this post off, have this Rock, Paper, Scissors sequence between Bai Zhuoming and Wu Yihan. It's not recent, but I like it and wanted to post all the pics together but always reached photo limit before I could ><

it's missing Wu Yihan hours fr

Okie, hope you had fun ^^ remember to make use of a masterlist~

#link click #link click musical #shiguang dailiren #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #qiao ling #wang minhui #teng chunpeng #cai qi #shu rongbo #wu yihan #zhang jiahao #cai lu #bai zhuoming #source: weibo

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l0serloki · 2 years

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Pool Party!

Valorant Headcanons of the boys at the pool (Phoenix, Yoru, Chamber, Sova, Brim, and Cypher)

Genre : Fluff

CW : Drunk!Brim, GN!Reader, mentions of blackmail for cypher, alcohol, betting with yoru, mentions of gaslighting in yoru, slight mentions of sexual stuff in phoenix

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Phoenix :

- Def the friend who brought about ten cases of beer to the party - Splashes you for fun and totally will push you in, don't stand too close to the edge - Starts the pool volleyball challenge and plans to win it - "Look Y/N! I smacked Yoru under the water!" "That's not something to be proud of Phoenix!" - Mans cannot sit still, if you're the type of person to tan don't expect him to stay. He has got the attention span of a squirrel. - He's caring though and asks to apply your sunscreen, totally not to feel you up or anything

Yoru : - "Seriously? A pool party?" - He didn't want to go at first but after you said that Jett would probably bet on Phoenix he was in - Type of guy who wears booty shorts to the pool and gaslights you if you mention it - "These are too short? They're normal shorts Y/N get your head out of the gutter." queue the eye roll - Him and Jett lay next to you betting on the other agents as you sit and read in the shade - Type of guy to bring you a drink out of nowhere then be shy about it too - "Yeah well I accidentally got two drinks so I guess you can have one.. whatever."

Chamber : - He is vibing - A day off? With you? Oh wait.. the other agents are gonna be there? - Whatever, he stills wants to go and see you in a nice bathing suit and get some sun - He's the type of guy to burn in ten minutes even if he puts sunscreen on - Mans is French I just know he wears a speedo - Both of you have nice drinks under the umbrella and hes drawing while you rest - "This is quite fun ma belle, even if Raze's water balloons come dangerously close to smacking us."

Sova : - Such a sweetheart tbh - Probably the one holding the party if it's not Sage or Brim - "My dove we have to get everything set up! Go grab the cooler for Phoenix." - He swims alongside you while you rest on a pool floatie - I bet you he looks like a mermaid with his hair all wet - "Y/N the sun really brings out the true jewel in you."

Brimstone : - BIG DADDY BRIM - He is grilling the whole time and playing old rock and you can't change my mind - He even brought salad and some vegetarian options for the agents - "I have a budlight, a steak, and my partner here. Can't get much better than that." - Drunk by the end of the night but he's so happy and carefree you can't get mad

Cypher : - "This will be fun" - He def wears a rashguard suit or scuba gear.. don't mention it to him or he will get shy - The bartender of all the agents and is trying to get everyone drunk so he has blackmail for when everyone is back at work - Type of guy to always have a hand on your hip too - Makes you a nice drink and hits you with the "A pretty drink for my pretty person"

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allthegothihopgirls · 7 days

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What kind of music do you think each of the Batfam members listen to? (Besides Jason who is obviously a Mitski stan)

OH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!!!!! i'm gonna tryyyyy and take this seriously

starting off i think alfred's music taste influences just about everyone in the manor to some degree. lots of classical music flowing through the hallways at most hours of the day, the music reminds everyone of home. i think it's a general rule of thumb in the family that if you want to locate alfred, just follow the sound of mozart.

drawing off a bit of canon, i think dick listens to a lot of popular 80s stuff. the cure, joy division, the b-52s, billy joel, abba etc. that one panel of him humming 'here comes the sun' also comes to mind, i think he'd enjoy the beatles. however i do think he'd also be into some soft rock, maybe just a little bit of more intense stuff too. fleetwood mac's a big one i think he'd like. i've mentioned in a post before how i think dick would enjoy foo fighters in his post-robin rebellion phase, and i stand by that.

i do also enjoy his insane love for david bowie in the live-action titans adaption... very dear to me. i take that as gospel. also have a slight feeling he's a bit of a jazz guy once in a blue moon.

however i don't think he'd be overly into music, (the artists though, that's a whole other thing), i think he's also just happy to flick on the radio to some random dated station... or, don't crucify me... the top hits of the day.

i think jason's taste is a bit more refined. he's the #1 victim of alfred's classical music agenda, sitting in the library he's got something like 'lacrimosa' looping endlessly.

unlike dick who's got a happy-go-lucky approach to music, i think jason feels into it a bit more. he's joyriding through the city and listening to slipknot, sleeping with sirens, misfits etc etc. he's just looking for background music, maybe he's playing dashboard confessional, or... hear me out... lana del rey. he's out on patrol and is playing 90's rap through his helmet's bluetooth.

i think he'd also enjoy amy winehouse, the boys next door, no doubt, alice in chains, and maybe a bit of lorde. he's definitely into more indie bands too, local stuff. makes his own mixtapes and you'd only be able to recognise like 20% of the bands by name. he's also the one batfam member who i think would go to war to defend the songs he feels deeply about.

tim's a bit more difficult to narrow down, but i'll throw 90s alternative out there; jimmy eat world, oasis, radiohead, weezer, pearl jam type stuff. i'm also very set in my ways about femme-pop tim, which is definitely more out there and harder to justify. in terms of that i think beyonce, rihanna, and britney spears are the big three he'd enjoy.

i just think he likes anything with a beat tbh, it's not so much about genre or the actual song, as it is about the mood. similarly to dick, i don't think he's typically meticulous with defining his taste or anything, just happy to listen to whatever's making him feel good.

as for damian, i think anything with soothing instruments entices him. mainly classical, but not just limited to european stuff, i'm thinking of tyagaraja, toru takemitsu etc just off the top of my head. he'd also like elton john, queen, and other older artists with a polished vocal and avantgarde nature. i'm also going to put cartoon soundtrack music into the mix, specifically songs from adventure time. for whatever reason i'm also super drawn into the idea of him being big on kpop, although i don't know enough about the genre to make specific assumptions.

steph (ik she's not exactly batfam but i'm including her anyways) listens to predominantly female artists, and oscillates between very uplifting pop stuff, and.. societal hatred. so i think on one hand she's very into marina and the diamonds, kesha, and olivia rodrigo, but also paramore, hole, fiona apple, lorde etc. in contrast to all of that though she's also a huge fan of the beatles' solo careers, particularly paul mccartney.

cass is into a lot of the music she's done for ballet performances. the music for the snow queen instantly comes to mind as something that would be a favourite of hers. this might be a bit out there, but i think she'd enjoy grimes a lot, mostly because of how enriching it is to just listen to the sounds of, without having to pay much mind to the words she's speaking (grimes never really makes a lot of sense anyways). apart from that i don't think she really listens to all that much music, maybe some 2000s pop she hears on the radio driving around with steph.. i did enjoy the all star gag in batgirls (2022).

babs has a pretty similar taste to steph i think (i believe steph may have gotten some of her taste from her). she's a big fan of stevie nicks, gwen stefani, maybe the cranberries, hole, dolly parton, janet jackson, lauryn hill, and lesley gore. i'd like to say she enjoys a bit of 70s eccentric too, the doors, blondie, bowie etc. i don't think she's overly fussed with what she's listening to, as long as it doesn't sound too watered down and modern-pop like.

and i don't really know enough about duke to make assumptions, so i'm just going to let him sit out of this one. i also don't think bruce has any time for music, except for a bit of classical to help him concentrate every so often.

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Konig with a muzzle pleasssseeee for the love of god bro

Wasn't sure what ship to do so I asked the discord and they suggested to do Tiger King for this, hope that's okay! If you guys want something with Ghost or someone else instead just ask

*cough also I made him a vampire hope that's okay cough*

König had tears in his eyes as he sat there like a good boy. Horangi had just finished checking to make sure everything was just right, not too tight and not too loose.

"Horangi! I promise I won't bite anymore." König batted his eyelashes, trying to use his puppy eyes to his advantage. Horangi had stripped him to just a pair of sweats and now the muzzle.

"Nope. I clearly can't trust you." Horangi grabbed the muzzle and forced him to look up at where he had all but mauled Horangi the day before. Giant bruises bloomed from where he had been bitten along with the obvious teeth marks. "You keep biting me. I know you like how I taste and I like you biting but you draw too much! I can't trust you to be reasonable anymore."

König whimpered and whined. "Horangi please! You just taste so good!!" He flicked his tongue out to lick at the fingers and he could see Horangi eye his fangs. They were so long and they glistened thanks to the saliva in his mouth.

"Once you've regained my trust, you can take it off. But for now, you have to wear it when we fuck." Horangi stood firm. He loved his boyfriend dearly, but he was not going to be a meal for him.

König whined and rolled his hips. "Please let me fuck you. You'll see I'm good. And then you can take it off!"

Horangi shook his head. "You're a menace." He smiled at him at him though. "Gentle. Last time you almost hurt me."

König didn't mean to treat Horangi so roughly, but he was human and König wasn't. Sometimes he forgot that he had to treat Horangi differently. Lest he snap him in half.

Horangi let König scoop him up and carry him. He could feel him nuzzling at his neck but he couldn't get through the leather regardless.

"Prep me nice and easy, gongjunim." Horangi felt König's hands on his body and relaxed before his boyfriend tore his clothing. He gasped and quickly hit his shoulder. "König!!"

"If I can't bite you, I can at least do this!" He insisted before pushing Horangi's legs apart. "You make a beautiful visage. I wish I learned to paint so I could try to get your beauty down."

Horangi blushed. "Never picked it up?"

"Preferred the art of war." König stroked his inner thighs, watching him squirm. He leaned down to kiss his body before once again being reminded of his punishment. "If I promise..."

"Nope. None of that. You can use your fingers."

König grumbled but did as he was told, coating his fingers in lube. Once he was satisfied, he gently pushed one in. "Never understand how you stay so tight."

Horangi groaned and relaxed. "You're just big. That's why."

König hummed. "Maybe so." He started to rock his finger into him. "Tiny tiger."

Horangi growled at him but then mewled as König pushed another in. He was still so careful, noticing he was gripping him rather hard and loosening. The moment Horangi agreed to be turned, he didn't think they'd leave the bed for days.

König scissored his fingers to make him moan and pressed at his sweet spot, loving the soft and happy reaction it got. His fangs ached with the urge to sink his teeth in but the fucking muzzle. He had half a mind to rip it off but then Horangi would be displeased.

Instead, he took it out on him by roughly stretching him open, watching him groan and writhe from the feeling.

"König.... König..... yeobo." Horangi gasped out, grabbing his arms as he rolled his hips into the feeling.

"Doing so well. So good." König whispered before thrusting his fingers in hard and curling them. He had loosened his body up plenty, but he loved teasing him. And it never hurt to be thorough with their size difference.

Horangi swallowed. "I'm good. I can take it now."

König nodded and picked him up again. He slid Horangi down on his cock with no warning and immediately started to move him up and down like a fleshlight. Horangi turned bright red and held on, biting his lip hard as he pushed in.

Like usual, there was a bump in Horangi's tummy. A clear indicator of König. It made him proud and boosted his ego quite a bit that his cock was so big it could do something like that.

Horangi squeezed him, not used to such treatment. Usually König held him close in bed or laid back as Horangi rode him, but if he was going to muzzle him like a dog, he saw no reason to not act like one.

König sped up his movements, only moving his arms to force Horangi back and forth on his cock. Horangi started to tear up but he was trying to swallow it down. If not for the way his cock leaked over both of their stomachs, König might worry he was actually hurting Horangi. Well, that and Horangi had no qualms about hurting König if he got out of hand. König enjoyed that about him. He maybe also enjoyed the getting hurt part.

Horangi wailed as König hit his bitch button. He grabbed the muzzle to bring them closer so he could make eye contact. He continued to take the rough thrusts and bruising grip, clearly enjoying them.

König put their foreheads together and focused all of his attention on Horangi. His hand went up and down his back while the other kept them both moving. "You're like a doll. Tiny plaything." König remarked and Horangi flushed, too far gone to argue apparently. His hole clenched though. "Fuck you however I want and you'll enjoy it."

Horangi bit his shoulder to shut him up, moaning. Despite the pleasure though, König hadn't even gotten close yet. He wanted to stay like this forever. In the tight heat that was Horangi.

"My love. My doll."

Horangi groaned as he came, relaxing into the bed. He was used to this by now, König took a longer than him, so he laid back to enjoy it.

König panted softly and Horangi reached up to grab the muzzle. "Good boy. Trying so hard for me." He grinned and König growled hard at him, trying to bare his fangs but unable to get his mouth wide enough.

Horangi laughed before breaking off into a moan as König sped up, slamming into him now. He tried to get his fangs around Horangi's fingers, desperate for a taste.

Horangi wrapped his legs around him and panted. "Gorgeous. Should've muzzled you earlier."

König whined and shook his head.

"Good dog."

König growled and put his hands on either side of Horangi's head. He thrust in harder and harder, reducing his lover to whimpers and barely held back screams. Nails dug into his forearms but he ignored it in favor of fucking Horangi harder.

He lunged forward to sink his teeth in to his throat as he came inside him. The leather in his teeth a mean reminder of the fact that he couldn't.

Horangi laughed. "See? Can't trust you."

König growled at him.

#call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #könig mw2 #modern warfare ii

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risen-from-stardust · 13 days

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Here is my little goober rat boy, here to give Viper him rock based off of him

(With rat features) (non rat features)

Also, I love your art❤️🫶🏻 looks yummy, wanna eat it 😌😋🫶🏻❤️

"So this is for me? Pretty. Thanks little being"

Not a big fan of shiny stuff compared to some other of my OCs, but she's keeping those, why not.

OHH,, THANKS,,, What can I say? I love drawing and sharing my ideas with people. Go ahead and eat everything you want, happy to know that i'm serving good stuff lol

#yautja #yautja oc #predator #predator oc #alien #art #digital art #oc #original character #ask #kofi.art #viper

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dandylovesturtles · 7 months

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TREAT! 100 ft Away Mikey and Raph >:3

Thank you Wren for indulging me by asking about my babies c:

100ft is divided into two arcs, escape arc and recovery arc (you know, in the hypothetical future where I actually write the fic lol). Because Mikey and Raph are separated for escape arc, this is set in recovery arc. That means it's a spoiler but eh... I'm just releasing things about this AU when I feel like it haha. Skip it if you want to, though.

To give you a quick idea of where the boys are at coming into this arc, Mikey has been pretty aggressively asserting his independence from Leo (much to Leo's dismay) because he knows it's better for both of them, and Leo is also upset that Mikey is trying to get closer to Donnie and Raph, who he views as dangerous. Meanwhile, Raph and Donnie have gotten pretty close; Raph is still in a dissociative state where he doesn't talk and he still acts pretty animalistic, but he's improving the more Donnie, April, and Splinter interact with him.

Anyway no real warnings for this one.

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Mikey stares at his ceiling, fingers tangled up tight in his blanket. The last tendrils of the nightmare curl cold around him, chasing away any hope of returning to sleep.

There's a steady drumbeat in his pulse telling him to go to Leo.

But he can't go to Leo. He can't, because having separate rooms was his idea. If he goes to Leo with every trouble he has, they'll fall right back into the same routine they've had the last ten years. They'll never move forward.

He knows all that. But he's scared. His heartbeat is loud and the room is so dark and he's terrified and more than anything he wants his big brother.

And it occurs to Mikey for maybe the first time that he has other big brothers here.

Leo wouldn't be happy about it. But what Leo doesn't know won't hurt him.

Slowly, carefully, Mikey crawls out of his hammock, dragging his blanket with him. The concrete floor of the sewer is cold, but it's not much different from the rock back in the facility. The familiarity doesn't really help with the terror in his veins.

He creeps out past his curtain and into the atrium. Artificial light streams in through the glass above, shining down on the big space and the swirling water. It's quiet in here, only the faint sound of Splinter's TV filtering in from the other room. It occurs to Mikey briefly that he could go there instead, but he still feels a little awkward with Splinter. And he doesn't want to worry him, anyway.

He creeps along the walkway, careful to be especially quiet as he passes Leo's room. He wouldn't be surprised if Leo is awake; he never looks like he slept more than a couple hours every morning. If he finds out Mikey is up, it'll be all over.

But he makes it past the blue curtain without attracting any attention; relief spikes through him, and he barely holds back a sigh.

The red curtain is next in line, and this one Mikey draws back.

Raph's is the biggest of the alcoves they're using as rooms; appropriate, since he dwarfs the rest of them. Even now, after a full month, Mikey's still shocked by how huge Raph is. He could easily crush any of them if he wanted to.

And yet he's gentle. He's never been anything other than careful with them. No matter what Leo thinks, their big brother is still in there. That, Mikey's sure of.

He creeps into the room, letting the curtain fall closed behind him, and surveys the room. Raph has a big bed, but he's laying on the nest of pillows and blankets they've made for him instead. He doesn't seem to understand the purpose of the bed, and they don't push it.

It's not unoccupied, though; Mikey can just see the tip of Donnie's snout where it peeks out from under a pile of blankets. He used to sleep buried in the mud at the bottom of his enclosure; maybe the blankets feel the same.

Donnie isn't afraid of Raph; Donnie sleeps in here more often than he does his own room. That gives Mikey courage, and he moves further into the room.

He freezes when Raph suddenly stirs, raising his head and opening bleary eyes, sniffing the air. He's not aggressive, just curious, trying to figure out who's there.

Mikey lets out a soft chirp, because Raph seems to understand that better than speech.

Raph sniffs a little longer, then lets out a soft chuff. Then he rolls onto his side, making space.

Mikey takes that as his cue to dive into the blanket nest.

Ever so gently, Raph settles back down on his stomach next to Mikey. He wraps one arm around Mikey, pulling until Mikey is cradled close to his side. He gives Mikey one more snuffle, making Mikey giggle, then chuffs again and lays his head back down.

Mikey feels warm and cozy and safe wrapped up under his big brother's arm. The last of the nightmare fades away, a comfortable drowsiness taking its place.

Mikey falls asleep hugging Raph's arm.

#dandy trick or treat #100 feet and a world away #rise mikey #rise raph

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littlehypnone · 6 months

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HYPE!!!

Requesting for Small Mountain and Small Dew coloring and having a good time listening to nice music with CG Cumulus and CG Swiss? Whenever you get the chance! Thank you!!

-🐊

there you go, love, I hope you like it! I kinda forgot about the music part but shhhh...

750 words, no CWs, just two happy boys <3

“Woah! What’s going on here?” Cumulus laughed, taking in the scene before her as she walked into the common room. The scene being Mountain leaning over a table with a crayon clutched tightly in his fist as he drew something, his tongue poking out in concentration; Dewdrop giggling at his own piece of paper holding a few wax crayons at once; and Swiss sitting next to the latter with his toothy grin plastered on his face. There was some soft music playing in the background, but the two small ghouls seemed to be too invested in their arts and crafts to care about it.

Dewdrop clapped excitedly when he saw Cumulus and Mountain waved at her shyly. They both didn’t have many words, if any, when small, but they seemed very happy. Swiss greeted her, though, “Hi, Lulu.”

“Hello, dear,” she chuckled, looking over the table. “Oh, what messy little boys we have here!”

Mountain blushed, coming back to his work, and Dew only giggled some more. The earth ghoul was doing a great job, currently working on a tree. Dewdrop was… well, he was a different story entirely, probably too little to even try to draw something specific. His piece of paper was just rubbed with crayons all over, with no regards to… anything, really, but he was having a great time, and that’s what mattered.

“Messy, yeah,” Swiss admitted, “but look what beautiful things they’re making, aren’t they?”

“Oh, yes, absolutely! My cute little artists.” Cumulus took a seat in a chair next to Mountain and rested her chin on her balled up fist, looking over at his paper in awe. He seemed to be finishing up and indeed, soon he sighed and turned to the ghoulette. “Are you done, fawn?”

He nodded with a big smile, and pushed the drawing in her direction.

“That’s so beautiful, Mounty!” There were a few trees, rocks and clouds, and Mountain seemed to be very proud of himself. Cumulus was too and she said as much, making the ghoul blush once again.

He remembered something suddenly, though, and all but jumped up with a gasp, pointing to a cloud on his drawing. “Lussy,” he slurred.

Cumulus felt her chest go all warm, “Awww, baby! That’s so cute, thank you so much!”

“Can I see too?” Swiss chimed in, leaning over Dewdrop to take a look. “Woah, pebble, you did such a great job!”

All that attention, even if filling Mountain with a nice feeling, was just too close to being too much for him. The ghoul shied away, curling up on himself just a little bit, but the smile never left his lips. Noticing, Cumulus placed a soft hand on his shoulder and soothingly rubbed gentle circles with her thumb.

She was about to say something when Dewdrop deemed his art ready too and decided to announce it by loudly blowing a raspberry and giggling.

“Oh, you little gremlin!” Swiss laughed, ruffling Dew’s hair. The little ghoul tried to growl but what came out was more or a mrrp sound, and it was not even a tiny bit threatening. “Hmmm, and what did you draw?”

Cumulus and Mountain looked over too, all three now staring at the paper, trying so very hard to come up with what it could’ve been. It was taking a moment and Dewdrop was starting to get a bit cranky, not getting any praise.

Soon enough, though, Mountain gasped and turned the paper a bit, apparently confirming his hypothesis.

“What do you think it is, pebble?” Swiss asked and now that Mountain was expected to answer, he got a bit shy.

“It’s okay, fawn, you don’t have to speak,” Cumulus reassured him but the earth ghoul shook his head and looked over at Dew, still waiting for well deserved recognition.

“I fink…” Mountain started, “fink i’ssa gwuitar.”

The resulting cheer and clapping from Dewdrop told them Mountain was right, making him smile too, proud of his guess. Now that Cumulus and Swiss looked at it, it made sense, the blob of colors was, roughly, in the shape of a guitar.

“Such an artist, aren’t you, baby?” Swiss turned to Dew.

“That’s a really beautiful guitar,” Cumulus praised, and the fire ghoul seemed to only get happier and prouder. “Now, do you boys wanna go show Rainy what you made?”

Mountain nodded eagerly, Dew clapped some more, and with as clear of an answer as they could have gotten, Swiss and Cumulus took them to go get some more applause.

#little ghouls #age regression #little dewdrop #little mountain #cg cumulus #cg swiss #hypno writes

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fl3shm4id3n · 11 months

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Modern human au that a love triangle with neteyam and aunong and reader is a painter and for her final project she has to paint a portrait and they both are give reasons on why she should paint him, and they do this so they could spend some quality time with her

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ɴᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ x ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ᴀᴏ'ɴᴜɴɢ x ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Love triangle trope, arguing, goofy shit, that's it.

A/N: I'm already losing motivation to write :(

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You were an artist, for as long as you could remember you have drawn for years. You were really good at drawing for your age, specially painting, you really liked to paint things, it didn't matter what it was, whether it was a small or big object, you'd always paint it on a canvas. Since the school year was about to be over, you had to do your final project, which was to paint a portrait.

That was what made you ask for help, painting a face was complicated. There was a lot of details, the paint had to match the skin color, and the smallest mistake could be noticed. You had no idea whether to pain a portrait of yourself, but you felt like that was too easy. You needed something a bit more challenging.

"I just have no idea who to paint, I thought about asking Tsireya and Kiri, but Tsireya is busy with swimming and Kiri doesn't want to get her portraited painted. I also asked Lo'ak and Rotxo, but they were also busy." You rambled to both Neteyam and Ao'nung, who had been sitting with you on a table outside. They thought about what you said, but before Neteyam could answer, it was Ao'nung who broke the silence. "Well, since I completed my final work, I'm not busy, so you can paint me, trust me, you'll pass your class." He said confidently.

Neteyam then began to laugh, making Ao'nung glare at him. "Something funny Sully?" he asked, clearly not happy by how his friend laughed at his suggestion. "Please bro, you look easy to draw." Neteyam said with a smug grin, making Ao'nung look at him wth an offended look. "I look easy to draw?! You look like a rock with a smily face!" Ao'nung insulted back.

Then Neteyam stopped laughing and look at his friend, before you could say anything, Neteyam chimed in again. "At least I don't look like handsome squidward!" he said loudly. This made you giggle a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry, I just don't want our friend here to fail her class by painting you." He argued. "I wouldn't want for her to fail either, if she were to paint you, it'll be your fault she didn't pass the semester!" Neteyam argued back.

All you could do was watch him argue, it was kind of funny, but arguing wasn't helping you, so you thought of something. "Guys calm down!" you said, making the boys stop arguing and look at you. "Look, how about this, I'll paint a portrait of you two, how does that sound?" you asked, making the two boys turn to look at each other again. "If not I'll just ask Tuk if I c-" you were caught off by them. "NO!" they shouted at the same time, turning to you with pleading looks on there faces. "We'll do it" Ao'nung said, almost desperately. Neteyam nodded in agreement. You smiled at them. "Great! We'll start tomorrow!" you said happily, not noticing how both Ao'nung and Neteyam glared at one another.

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strongbabe2907 · 1 month

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Yesterday (28/3/2024) I saw Dir en grey at their Oberhausen live. Am gonna make two posts, one about the meet & greet/merch and one about the live. Starting off with the meet and greet!

I’ve been a fan since 2005/2006? I saw the live first in 2006 when they came to Europe to do Rock am Ring and uhhh yeah it’s been nearly 20 years of having these crazy guys in my life.

So, on to yesterday! We arrived and my friend is in a wheelchair so we had to take a special entrance. We also got handed our vip bags in the normal line, which are so cute!! Really in love with the design on the drawstring bag. We were a bit stressed cos the meet and greet started at 6 and they only went to get us at this door at 6, but it was okay. We were lead through the backstage area and I was trying to pay attention to pushing the chair but my friend caught a glimpse of them backstage ahh!!

Before I really realized what was happening we we’re standing inside the venue and the boys were already there behind their table, ready for the meet and greet. My mind kind of went in overdrive as I realized they were already RIGHT THERE. We joined the line and it all went to fast.

First was Shinya, then Die, Kyo, Kaoru and Toshiya. Since Shinya was first I was still having some kind of outer body experience and hardly registered anything. I think I told all of them Thank you!? I hope I did. Shinya was wearing big sunglasses. Die was next and all I remember thinking was wow, he’s so gorgeous. He said thank you in English. He was also wearing big diva sunglasses. Kyo was in the middle and he was wearing a hat, sunglasses and a very long trenchcoat. Honestly he looked uncomfortable, but no bag on his head this time! It was more I could have ever asked for. I’m kinda upset I didn’t look at his hands better as he handed me the card. Kaoru was after him and the only one near wearing sunglasses. This man looked me straight in the eyes and it’s the thing I remember most of the whole meet and greet…. Gosh… *fans self*. He was wearing a baggy double denim fit with a blue baseball cap. Toshiya was last, he was the most smiley out of all of them and wore slightly tinted glasses. I think he wore a grey turtle neck with a necklace over it? The signed cards they gave us are beautiful, but unfortunately I didn’t get any crazy drawings of Kyo.

After that we got our spot at the barricade and I kept sneaking glances backwards at the boys still doing their meet and greet and finishing up. After that I decided to go to buy merch since prio and normal entry weren’t being admitted yet and my friend held my spot.

I bought 3 blind gift bag things, 1 for my friend and 2 for me. I got a Kaoru keychain and a GRIEVE pink and blue sweatband. I also bought 4 lucky charms, 2 for my friends and 2 for myself. My Uroboros one contained a signed paper by Kyo and gods, I’m so indescribably happy with it!

Onto post two for the gig review!

#dir en grey #kyo #kaoru #diru #dir en grey europe tour #oberhausen #meet and greet #die #shinya #toshiya

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