#But I'm a simp and will make him beefy ⚆_⚆

[gods-little-fool]

Something something, the care a god must show in their love of something so fragile~

I haven't been able to get these two out of my head, so now you must bear witness (✿◡‿◡) I have thoughts, but they aren't clear enough to do anything with... AGONYYYYY!!!

[the-massive-simp]

Question of the Day! 🗣❗️🍓

Your Top 3 Underrated Genshin Men & Why

I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS I'M SO SORRY POOKIE💔

3) Diluc

(almost) no one simps for him like the good old days anymore and it pains me😔 he's so delicious but people are sleeping on him :( he's so big and beefy and yummy and has so much potential for most prompts </3 he can be literally anything you want. cute and warm cuddler? got it. soft and passionate lover? got it. caring and doting husband? got it. hard and rough sex? can do it. your wish is his command.

2) Dainsleif

dain stans come out of their graves once a year to fangirl about him for like 2 weeks and then disappear. where's the dedication??? the commitment???? this man is so fine so that's a pity</3 let's just all agree to talk about him the whole year :3 and don't get me started on the abyss infused dick also @/all angst lovers: CANT YOU SEE HIM??? you can write the most heartbreaking angst known to man with him (hehe)

1) Kaveh

alhaitham this alhaitham that BUT WHAT ABOUT KAVEH MH??? he's right there!!!! all whiny and subby and needy!!!!! just waiting for you to let him make you feel good<33 I can't even express my love for him without starting to roll on the floor with my mouth foaming. he's so cute!!!! and gorgeous!!!!

[heizlut]

Hi hello ! I just read you Yhan smut and gosh that was the hottest thing I ever read! I can't help but to think about Yhan and, not only how, he could handle me (you?, us? AHAHA) and even how his cock is big and girthy, ngl, I'm a whore for some FICTIONAL, old, COCK and I'd like to suck Yhan one. ANYWAY....I POPPED IN JUST TO SAY THAT I LOVED THE SMUT. CHEF'S KISSES !!! 🤩����

omg hi!!!! i’m so glad i’m not the only one simping for this hot beefy older man😮‍💨 i literally cannot get enough of him jsjsjsjs i’ll make this a part two for my original post!

Need Somebody Older (part 2)

ꕀ cw: none this time

ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, daddy dom!yhan, daddy kink, manhandling (hehe), oral f+m!receiving, age gap (15 yr difference), standing 69, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, slight degradation

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

About a week had passed since everything changed between you and Yhan. In private, he treated you like his little princess while he fucked you oh so disrespectfully, all while cooing sweet, teasing words in your ear.

In front of others, you remained as flirty as ever while he tried to retain his gruff and strict mannerisms towards you, not wanting to reveal his risqué relationship with you.

That was until you had the utter audacity to call him daddy in public...

You beam up at him after one of your usual training sessions in the simulator (one that didn't end in defiling the space like last time), finally able to use your new gauntlets under his guidance, "That was a good session, daddy~"

Yhan freezes, eyes quickly glancing around as other people walked by before he grabs your upper arm and leans down towards your ear.

The calmness in his voice is eerie and you knew you fucked up, "You're real damn lucky no one heard that, babydoll... I'm off at 6 and if your pretty little ass isn't back here waiting for me, you'll really be in for double the punishment." Your demeanor flips a switch, heading straight into your submissive mindset as you nod.

Satisfied with your answer, Yhan releases you and straightens back up with a quick tilt of his head towards the exit of the area, "Get moving then." You give him a playful salute as you leave, making him roll his eyes. Gods, you really push his buttons, but he really can't seem to get enough of you.

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Hours pass and you head back to where you agreed to meet Yhan, dressed so cute in a pretty pink sundress and makeup that has you looking like the sweetest little thing.

Something about being with a man so much older than you had you acting even more feminine than you ever would have before, not that Yhan was complaining. You made him feel like he was young again with the way you acted.

His tired eyes trail over your approaching form, breath hitching in his throat as his expression softens ever so slightly. But only for the briefest moment before hardening his gaze, reminding himself you were in for a punishment tonight.

Yhan meets you halfway, trying so hard to stay strict with you as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, "Don't go looking at me all sweet, babydoll. It's not gonna change my mind."

You huff a breath, feigning disappointment when really your pussy was already getting wet thinking about what he had in store for you. At your huff, Yhan sighs deeply before placing his hand on the small of your back, directing you to keep walking.

It was a simple gesture that anyone outside of the relationship would view as fatherly, but you both knew otherwise.

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The second Yhan has you in his home, he grips your jaw and pushes you up against the wall. Your glossy lips part in a soft gasp at the action. A stern look crosses his features and his voice is low and gruff, "You know better than to call me that in public, sweetheart."

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you squish your thighs together, "I'm sorry, daddy..." Yhan scoffs, tightening his grip on your jaw before leaning down inches away from you, "Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time." He releases your jaw, his calloused hand trails down your neck til it reaches your breasts covered by the soft material of your dress.

You squirm under his touch and his heated gaze, letting out a soft whine when he squeezes one of your covered breasts in his large hand. A growl vibrates through his chest as he squeezes a little tighter and pushes you further against the wall.

A whimper escapes you at the actions, fingers gripping onto the material of his shirt as you plead softly, "Daddy..." The corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a smirk before both hands trail down your curves, fingers toying with the hem of your dress, "Mmm, don't think playing sweet with me will get you out of trouble, babydoll."

Your cunt aches with need, desperate for his touch. When his hands finally trail up to your ass, he lets out low groan when he finds you bare for him. He gives it a harsh slap before lifting up you dress, exposing your wet pussy.

Yhan's fingertips lightly run over your slit, teasing over your clit and careful not to apply any of the pressure you were so needy for. A wicked grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in your squirming reactions. "You think you can just walk around like this?", he demands, his rough fingers dipping between your folds to feel just how wet you are, only to pull away.

Your breath hitches at the sudden absence of his light touch, body trembling with anticipation and need. A whimper slips past your glossy lips as you try to follow his retreating fingers with your hips. "Daddy... Please...", you beg, squeezing your thighs together in frustration, "I need you..."

His gruff laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends tingles straight to your soaked cunt. "Oh, you do, do you?", he teases before his stern demeanor returns, "This is a punishment, sweetheart. You'll do what I tell you and take what I give you." Yhan leans in close, his facial hair scratches against your soft cheek as he whispers, "On your knees. Now."

You swallow hard, glancing up at him before nodding. Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. Yhan's eyes roam over your submissive form, taking in every detail of his pretty baby on her knees for him. He reaches down, caressing your cheek gently, "Good girl..."

Yhan undoes his belt, dropping it to the floor with a metallic clink. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers unbutton his pants and lower the zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down. His girthy cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing with need. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, a clear indication of just how utterly affected he is by you.

He gives his cock a few lazy strokes before smearing his tip across your lips, smudging your lip gloss, "Show me how sorry you are. Suck it." Your heart flutters in your chest as you open your mouth, your lips wrapping around the tip. You moan softly as the taste of his pre-cum mixes with the strawberry flavor of your smeared lip gloss, tongue swirling around the head as you suck gently.

Yhan groans above you, head tilting back as his fingers sink into your hair, guiding your movements. His grip tightens as he forces his cock deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water from the sudden force, unable to pull back.

You do your best to relax your throat to accommodate his length as he fucks your throat. The pace isn't brutal, but deep and slow. Every now and then, you swirl your tongue around his shaft or flick it over his sensitive underside.

Each time he bottoms out in your pretty little mouth, his coarse pubic hair tickles your nose and he grunts loudly. His cock throbbing as you struggle to take what he gives you.

Yhan's eyes take in how much you squirm, so desperate for his touch as your arousal drips from your aching cunt and onto the floor below you. A lazy smirk plays on his lips and he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You're such a sight to see; eyes all watery and lips all wet with a trail of saliva that connects with the tip of his flushed cock before it breaks.

"Stand up", he commands, eyes full of primal lust for you. You stand on shaky legs that tremble with desire as you look up at his rugged features. One hand reaches out, tugging at the material of your pretty pink dress, "Strip for me, babydoll." Slowly, your fingers hook onto the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

Yhan takes in your almost bare form, hungry eyes locked on the lacy white bra that holds the tits he's so fond of. His breath hitches when you unhook it, letting it slip down your arms and to the floor. Your breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines, nipples already hardened from anticipation.

He takes off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His muscles ripple as the cool air of the room hits his rugged body, scarred from battles of the past. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight, drinking in the view of his broad, hairy chest and trailing down to the happy trail that leads to the coarse hair on his pelvis above his throbbing cock.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Yhan takes a step towards you, his cock bobbing with its own weight. The musk of him is intoxicating as it floods your senses. His large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hardness presses against your belly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss.

Your mind goes blank as Yhan explores your mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch of it while one hand travels up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your pert nipple. The combination of his taste and touch sends sparks shooting through your body. You whine softly, chasing after his lips when he pulls back slightly.

Heavy breaths fan over your lips as he speaks softly, "Don't think your punishment is over yet, sweetheart..." With a quick motion, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you upside down with practiced ease as you squeal. The tip of his cock presses against your lips as you cling to his hips.

Yhan chuckles, holding you firm in his strong grasp as he takes a good look at the soaking pussy exposed to him, "You're lucky I want a taste of this sweet cunt." His words send jolts of arousal through you, your dripping cunt only inches away from his mouth. Yhan's hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh, making your wet hole twitch. Suddenly, he dives in, licking roughly at your soaking slit.

Your mouth opens in a sweet moan as he devours you hungrily. His tongue delves into your tight hole, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon.

Yhan takes advantage of your parted lips and thrusts forward, shoving his cock into your hot mouth yet again. He groans into your pussy as your lips wrap around his length, tongue licking at the head.

The vibrations from his groan and the stubble of his facial hair against your cunt adds another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.

Feeling your mouth stretch around his girth, Yhan grunts, his hips bucking involuntarily. He pushes deeper into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pushing against your nose.

Yhan's tongue continues its assault on your dripping cunt, flicking over your sensitive clit as you squirm in his grip. He sucks on your folds, teasing your opening with his rough tongue.

The mix of your sensations is almost too much- the taste of your tangy sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your arousal, and the warmth of your mouth and throat enveloping his cock.

Your throat works overtime, trying to accommodate his size. Your gag reflex kicks in, sending shivers down your spine as he bottoms out in your throat.

Despite the discomfort, there's a strange satisfaction in being able to take your man's whole length. Yhan lets out a husky groan, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallow him down.

His movements grow more frantic, his thrusts become harder and faster. Drool pools at the corners of your stretched mouth. It's disgustingly lewd, but it drives both of you wild. You tighten your lips around his girth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him greedily as he fucks your throat.

Yhan's moans grow louder, adding to the lewd ambience of wet squelching and gagging. Your cunt clenches around nothing, juices flowing freely as he laps and sucks at your swollen clit, desperate for release.

Unfortunately for you, Yhan pulls out of your mouth as he ceases his attack on your pussy, adjusting his grip on you as he puts you back upright.

Hungry eyes take in your pathetic face, mascara smeared and lips glistening. A wicked grin spreads over his features, "Aww, did my babydoll wanna cum?~"

You pout, eyes all glossy and cunt soaking wet, "Daddy....", you whine. Yhan rolls his eyes before walking over to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread and cock twitching against his abdomen.

Your eyes trail after him and he pats his thigh, "Come here." You obediently go to him, straddling his lap as your cunt rubs against his length. Yhan grips your hips, halting your movements as he clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Such a needy slut I have..." You whine at his degradation, desperate to provide your aching clit with some friction.

His hand slaps your ass, making you yelp and arch your back. The arch exposes your breasts a little more, a view Yhan could certainly appreciate. He squeezes your hips, a subtle warning to listen up. "If you wanna cum, you're gonna do all the work", Yhan's tone is firm as his eyes captivate yours.

"Yes, daddy...", your voice is soft as you sit up, lining his tip up with your wet hole. Slowly, you sink down on his cock as your pretty features screw up in pleasure, his cock stretching you out so deliciously. You grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you begin to ride him.

Your rhythm is slow at first, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself on his cock. Yhan's hands trail up from your hips, over your curves and settling on your bouncing breasts. His rough fingers run over your pebbled nipples, pulling and pinching as your walls clench around him in response.

You quicken your pace, riding him with more urgency as his dick hits the deepest parts of you. You're brought closer and closer to the edge each time you lower onto his cock, "Fuuuck.... Your cock is so deep...", you mewl.

Yhan lets out a breathy grunt as he continues to tease your nipples, "You gonna cum on daddy's cock, babydoll?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, his words pushing you ever closer to your peak.

Yhan smirks, gripping your hips once again, his voice low and husky with desire, "Then cum for me." Without warning, he thrusts up into you, hard. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum", he growls, head thrown back against the couch cushion and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Your orgasm rips through your body as he fucks up into you. Your cunt clenching impossibly tighter around his girth, spurring on his own release as your juices soak his cock. A primal growl rips from his throat as he reaches his limit, hands squeezing your hips and the muscles of his legs tensing.

Hot ropes of thick cum coat your insides as his cock pulsates within you, hips bucking involuntarily as you both ride out your highs. You collapse against him, breasts pressed up against his hairy chest as you bury your face in the crook of his.

Heavy panting is all that can be heard as Yhan hold you close against him, his cock softening inside of you and not yet ready to leave the depths of your heat.

He presses a little kiss to your temple as his fingers run through your hair in a soothing manner, "Are you sorry for earlier, sweetheart?", he coos. You nod against him, too tired to even lift your head. "Yes, daddy...", your voice comes out so soft, making his heart clench in his chest.

He lets out a deep breath as he keeps you close, "You have no idea what you do to me..."

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a/n: this was long as fuck (almost as long as Yhan's girthy cock🥴)

[so-mordor-itis]

Behind Her Eyes

Synopsis: Ada continues to track down the amber while also running into you and Leon time and time again. Hopefully, she won't have any more distractions than she has been given. After all, she's just doing her job.

Sequel to Through Her Eyes

N/A: THIS IS BEEFY!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

WC: 3k.

Taglist: @amatxs , @airanke , @uhlunaro , @honeyfict , @im-just-a-simp-le-whore , @pepsicolacoochie , @inaflashimagine , @phoenix666stuff , @rentaldarling , @boiled-onionrings , @auxenpin-it , @starbirdfinch , @m4nd0l0r , @mahalaraewolfe , @mobbbb1 , @konigbabe , @izuniias , @tosuckmyweenis @boundinparchment

"You long to be bandaged before you have been cut." –Margaret Atwood

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"You can stop right there, Leon. Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" Ada had pressed her pistol to one of his shoulder blades. She cocked it, letting it sit against his shirt for a second. She wanted him to know she was willing to use it if required. She meant business.

Leon dropped his weapon a second later. "Well, after six years, that's one hell of a greeting, Ada." He said her name with a bit of a bite. Not quite a sneer, but teetering toward that territory. "What's the occasion?"

Ada just smirked, tilting her head to the side. She wanted to get under his skin, because if she didn't he wouldn't be curious, and if he didn't become curious then her plan of action to steer him away from the amber would fall through the floor. He may have become more rigid with his movements, a bit snappier with his sentences, but he was still the same rookie cop she met back in Raccoon. "You don't seem surprised. Interesting."

With a single step, he attempted to grab the gun from her hand. Ada retaliated, leading to dance with Leon's knife. She blocked it several times, hoping to lead it away from anything fatal. He caught her slightly off guard when the hilt of his blade touched the red turtleneck she was wearing, and she paused. Maybe he had learned more than she thought.

"Try using knives next time," Leon said, "Better for close encounters."

"Very smooth," Ada responded. "You've learned a few tricks."

Leon ignored her comment. "Who are you working for this time? Definitely not the FBI."

"Oh, Leon," Ada tutted. "You know I don't work and tell."

Leon released the knife from her throat, placing it back into the pouch on his left shoulder. Ada observed him for a moment. He was wary, she could tell from the way he was looking around the room. Ada had a bite back a frown. His eyes were different now. His pupils were yellowish, and whites were now a bit cloudy. They must've drugged him, or maybe he was infected like the girl and the rest of Saddler's lackies. She didn't comment on it. Wasn't her place.

She didn't know what happened to you if you two split up or you simply wandered from him and lost your footing. All she knew was that she found him in this room and finally decided to show herself–well, more than she had when he was being attacked by the taller man in the trench coat. Though she had to admit it was intriguing that you weren't with him.

"Where's your little partner?" Ada asked, "I'd thought they'd be tagging alongside you."

Leon furrowed his brows. "That's something I'd like to know, too. I turned my back for one second, and suddenly, they're gone. This whole damn castle is a maze." He wasn't surprised Ada knew about you, either.

"How troubling," she murmured.

Leon didn't reply. He was lost in his own thoughts. His right hand clenched into a fist. A plan was swimming in his mind, but Ada didn't want to concentrate too hard on him.

"You should give up on the girl," she continued. "She's lost no matter what." Ada eyed the window, moonlight shining through in brilliant lines of white. She couldn't stay much longer. "You walk away now, and who knows? I might give you the greeting you were hoping for."

Leon didn't look impressed, and that made something coil in Ada's chest. "You think I'm gonna give up? Simply leave? You're wrong for thinking so." His voice was laced with annoyance.

Ada just looked at him. "Right." Opening the window, she used her grappling hook to latch onto one of the ledges of the castle. "See you around, Leon."

Though he tried to look more irritated, she saw his eyes soften for a slight second–or maybe her mind was starting to slip. She was a bit tired, but she couldn't give that any thought. Ada shook that off her shoulders the moment she landed on one of the roof shingles. One crunched under her foot as she prepared to give another report to Wesker.

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She found you before he did. You were out of bullets, poor thing.

Hunched over a chair, you were taking a glimpse at an old map of the castle. The paper was brown and torn apart, it would've been a miracle if you could've actually interpreted the damn thing.

"Fuck," you moaned. "Why did they have to build so many passages? What is this, the 1500s?"

Ada had to prevent herself from rolling her eyes. You and Leon were definitely a lot alike. You both spoke to yourselves, talking as if there was an audience. She wondered what the point was, if it gave you two satisfaction.

A sudden thump echoed from one of the many doors in the room. Robed figures, all muttering phrases in Spanish, carried torches and maces. Your face soured into a deeply tired look. From what Ada could understand, you had empty rounds, and your knife was broken–it was on top of the table you placed the map upon, the metal pieces covering the brown paper.

The figures got closer to you, and Ada watched as your eyes fixated on one of the doors. You could try to make a run for it, bolt to the door in hopes you could find more resources. Though, how realistic is that? Ada thought.

She found herself subconsciously feeling for one of her flash grenades. Was she really going to help you at the cost of her own resources? That'd be a bit of a waste. She could easily find herself in a similar situation.

Though it would turn out she didn't need to. Your eyes brightened as you shuffled for something in your pocket. A grenade of your own, but not of the flash variety. You pulled the trigger with your teeth before tossing it.

She flew through the window to avoid the blast. From where she was, she would've definitely felt something.

Ada was a bit disappointed. She could've told Leon he owed her another favor.

She bit her lip before reaching for her radio and tracing through each signal. She estimated the closest one to her was Leon, and she guessed right.

"Leon, change your mind yet?"

"Ada?" He was surprised.

"Assuming you haven't, I got a tip for you," Ada glanced back into the castle. More robed figures began marching through doors, their speed picking up with every second. "Seems like something big is about to go down in the throne room. I also found your little friend. They're heading in that direction. Babysitting's tough, huh?"

She hung up her signal right after.

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Ada didn't bother backtracking again. It would've torn a chunk of her time away.

She hated that something inside her wanted to.

She had radioed to him again later on, giving what she knew he'd want. He wasn't as rough as he was to her previously, perhaps because you were now there to calm his storm, or maybe he just decided to be less harsh. She didn't know, and she wanted to force herself not to care.

He wasn't her's anymore.

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"Looking for these?" Ada dangled the keys to the boat you two occupied. Leon had been attempting to scavenge them but couldn't manage to. It was her boat, these keys were hers. She could've easily allowed you two to be deserted and not find the girl again. However, she was feeling rather generous.

She tossed them to Leon, and you eyed her form. Your brows furrowed as if you were attempting to recall if you've met her. You two haven't, technically. She knew who you were by bits and pieces, and that's all she needed. "I could use a ride myself."

You and Leon exchanged glances, but she knew ultimately that they wouldn't be given a choice. Leon knew, too. "Fine." He said.

You sat in the back, Leon very cautiously sat in the passenger’s seat because Ada offered to drive. Leon tried to be subtle about it, but Ada noticed. He glanced at you for a second before putting his eyes back to the ocean in front of him.

He was holding back words, and she knew it. "You look like you've got something to say." Ada claimed. He didn't just look it. It radiated off of his skin, and he spoke it with his eyes. He was questioning himself about why she was here, and it kept floating around inside that mind of his.

Though, she would admit she was being unfair, asking this in front of you.

Leon just said, "Nothing." And Ada clicked her tongue.

"Hm."

"Why are you here, Ada?" He blurted. It was too late to catch himself.

"As I told you, Leon, I don't work and tell."

Ada peered at you, giving a side eyed glance. You weren't asking her questions, nor were you giving her any type of expression. Your body language wasn't indicating you felt anything but indifference. You were keeping to your own business. (You glanced at Leon a few times, keeping tabs, watching his reactions. You knew him, too, it seemed.)

How polite.

Or perhaps you felt vexed and wanted to slit her throat right then and there. Either way, you were good at hiding it. (She noticed your pupils, the whites of your eyes. You were also infected, and she wondered if Leon knew, too.)

"I'm stopping here," Ada said shortly. There was a ridge up ahead on a rock she could grapple from. Krauser now had the sample, and he was making her job so much harder than it needed to be.

She stopped the boat just enough so she could stand. Ada pulled herself up. She looked back at him and winked. "Don't think too hard, handsome. See you later." The momentum of her pushing her body weight off the boat caused it to rock the both of you back and forth, Leon fought to steady it.

From the ledge, Ada could barely make out your voices.

"Old flame?" You questioned.

"Something like that," Leon grumbled in response. "It's not relevant."

"Alright, you just seemed so bothered by her."

"She's…" He paused. "Something else."

Ada expected a different phrase from him but was pleasantly surprised.

"She seems interesting."

"I don't want to think about her. Let's just focus on Ashley."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Leon's voice was softer now. "Yeah, I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me."

"What if I want to?"

Ada removed herself from the area and continued forward, not wanting to listen to anymore of your conversation.

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Her carrier pigeon was no longer alive, creating a bigger problem. Luis had told Ada the amber was on the island, and Saddler had kept a tight leash on it. That wasn't a surprise, really. It contained the very being he and his cult worshiped. And, to make her workload harder, Krauser contained a sample of the plaga that Wesker would find fascinating. What he would do with it, she had no idea.

"Where on the island, Luis?" She inquired, flexing her fingers as she observed her nails.

"I'll take you there, just…" He paused to scratch his stubble. "Just let me finish some business first."

"May I remind you, you're under thin ice? Better to cooperate, baby."

"Alright, it's…it's in the very middle of the island. It'll be surrounded by Ganados and other not so friendly things."

She never ran into the not so friendly beings, but she did encounter many Ganados that were too trigger happy. The island itself was mostly constructed to be a weapon base–it was so obviously guarding something. With barbed wire traps and metal buildings and caves full of laboratories.

She found the amber eventually in a secluded area. It was grossly beautiful, leaving an orange glow on the floor that was reflected off of a light in the room. The smaller parasites inside reminded her of Umbrella's lab specimens. Removing this larger rock would be an issue; there would need to be a strong distraction, one that would hold their attention long enough for her to give her helicopter friend a signal to load it on.

Leon.

He would have to be her distraction.

And he was.

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The girl lay upon a sacrificial table, black veins crawling up her arms. Leon's veins popped from his arms, blackened as the girl's. You were in the same boat, groaning in pain on your knees as Saddler began to control the parasite from within.

Ada had two choices. She could allow you and Leon to die here, being suffocated by the plaga in your systems, or she could risk it all.

Ada couldn't do it. She couldn't let him die.

She pulled out her TMP and shot Saddler with what seemed to be the entire round. "Go, Leon!" She shouted to him. "Before it's too late!"

He fell forward, catching his breath. He grabbed your shoulder and then went for Ashley, picking her up bridal style. The two of you began to push yourselves forward, but she couldn't watch now. "That's six times now, Leon." She mumbled.

Saddler managed to squeeze out every last bullet Ada had thrown at him. She had two more guns, but it wouldn't be enough. All she could do was buy more time for you guys. Maybe that's all you needed.

It wasn't long before she only had her pistol left. Saddler used one of his appendages to grab her by the leg and slammed her down on the ground. Her ears rang so loud she couldn't even hear her own heartbeat. Her mouth tasted of iron. She might've bitten her tongue without realizing it. One more smack to the head, and her world went black.

What woke her up was the hard smack of landing on the ground. Her vision was a bit blurry, but she could make Leon's figure. He was holding his pistol. You were nowhere to be found.

Ada quickly got on her feet, approaching him as Saddler appeared from behind, transforming into a hideous creature, further reminding Ada of the experiments she witnessed in the Umbrella underground lab. It had been six years, but those images would never be removed. They were stuck to her mind like glue.

Just like back then, he was her partner once more, but Ada had a feeling this would be the final time.

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Saddler was defeated with a blow from a rocket launcher. Ada took a deep breath, rubbing her arms as they screamed at her with ache. It was over. Now, she just had to get on the damn helicopter. She gave her men the signal to grab the amber during the fight, while Leon kept him occupied, dancing to his tune. She felt a little more bad this time; she'd used him again.

The sample of the plaga rolled out of Saddler's staff and onto the ground next to Leon. Ada grabbed it before Leon could blink.

"Ada? What the hell?"

She glanced at the bottle of purple liquid with curiosity. "Nothing personal, Leon. Just business." Ada pulled a device out of her pocket and pressed a button that said,"Detonate. " She had to get rid of the evidence, after all. "Though, I definitely recommend you leave. Now."

Leon got the hint, and he sprung to his feet, his eyes wide. Ashley. You. Ada knew immediately to whom his mind went.

Her ride appeared a millisecond later, and she strided toward it, no regrets in her gait. She turned to him. "You coming?" Part of her knew his answer already, but the other part wanted him to ditch everything and just come. Come with her, talk to her. Maybe they could fix things.

"You and I both know this is where we go back to what we were, Ada," Leon said, looking her directly in the eye. "It's time to go separate ways."

"Unsurprising," she clicked her tongue, finally meeting where the helicopter leveled for her to board. She jumped, landing gracefully. "Catch," she shouted, throwing another pair of keys at him. "It's your ride home."

Leon glanced to his palm and shook his head. His lips mouthed something, but the helicopter blades were too loud for her to hear. She watched his now tiny form sprint in the opposite direction, probably now headed your way.

"You got it?" Ada demanded, placing a headset atop her ears. Helicopters were always so loud that she could never hear herself think.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Put me in," she followed. Wesker needed to know his precious Amber was secured.

A part of her wished she could see Leon one more time. To tell him things she never could.

Beneath her serious look, she always cared for him.

–

(Ingrid had ordered a chopper to find you three once you reached the ground. Ashley had immediately fallen asleep, and her head landed on your shoulder. Leon took note of it, the way you gently lifted her head so she'd be more comfortable, the way you parted her hair as a parent would. He didn't know why it made his heart feel warm.

"Did you have feelings for her?" You asked suddenly. Leon blinked. For a slight moment, he thought you meant Ashley, and he was about to be very confused. But no, you meant Ada.

"Yeah," Leon answered after a few seconds. "She made me feel like we had something back in Raccoon City. Then, well, you know how stories like this usually play out."

"She betrayed you?"

"A summary, but yes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

You wrinkled your nose. "I didn't want to pry."

"You weren’t, I mean, she was being unfair, asking me things in front of you." Leon shrugged. "Anyone would be curious."

It was silent now. You had thoughts racing in your mind, and Leon could tell from the way your forehead wrinkled.

"I don't think about her much anymore." Leon said. "I have more important people to think about now." He was looking at you when he said that. You blinked a little before giving him an embarrassed smile.

"Alright, Mr. Kennedy, no flirting on the job."

"Mission's over, isn't it?")

–

[konigsluvr]

Omg thanks so much for getting back on my request so fast! The NSFW bit was a nice bonus 😏 tsk got me simping more on this man

Yes 6 months ago way peak Avatar, there was an endless supply of fics to binge but the past 2 months it's dwindled down a lot huh

Can i request more König HC if that's okay, but about his domestic preferences. Like his morning routine, his fave food, how he likes his coffee, his fashion sense etc

Thanks, and no rush! Take care x

I'm so glad you guys liked my recent headcanons, I was nervous it wasn't gonna get any attention but the amount of reposts and likes warmed my heart smmmmm<33 and I miss avatar so much, I've been deep in the cod stuff that I haven't read anything about avatar in agessss. Anyways here is könig headcanons, domestic version (sorry I took so long xx). Reblogs are highly appreciate <33

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König Headcanons pt2

Includes: König being a cutie at home.

☆ his bed is probably in his top 3 favourite things in life. Like they would be 1: You, 2: you again, 3: his bed. Like there's nothing better than coming home from a long and stressful mission and finding you sleeping in his queensized bed. You make sure to wash the bed for when he comes home so he has the best nights sleep. You'd hear him let out a relieved sigh when he gets in bed and cuddles with you. Nothing better.

☆ I picture him as a morning person. It's just way more peaceful, calm, and bright. Plus, whenever he sleeps in, he feels a tad bit guilty due to "wasting" seeing a beautiful morning.

☆ the type of man that shuts his blinds in the evening, makes his home cosier and he feels a lot safer and private.

☆ he wears those compression shirts at the gym or when he's training at base... omg I'm just imagining how beefy he looks.

☆ black coffee, he probably likes the bitter taste but will probably switch to a more milky coffee once you convince him that its just way better. Probably won't take any sugars because he will be scared it will ruin his godly physique.

☆ for breakfast, he eats cereal because most of the time he can't be bothered cooking as soon as he wakes up. Sometimes he'll forget but you'll always be there to make sure he eats <33

☆ I'm sorry, I gotta include this. Apple juice>orange juice. You two have definetly had a heated debate on which one is better but he won, of course.

☆ könig probably won't leave the house much, if he does it's just for a small walk around his neighbourhood or in the park, and going grocery shopping.

☆ he would like to be comfy so wearing a hoodie or a jumper suits him and on a good day he'll wear his jeans, but mostly just joggers. (Grey Joggers *wink wink*)

☆ if you two are going out to a fancy dinner, he'll try to dress up for you but you tell him its fine as you don't want him to feel too causcious or vulnerable in public.

☆ fave food... I actually have no idea. He enjoys a good steak, especially if it's cooked by you :))

☆ he's a good cook, he can chef up a really good meal if he's in the mood. If you can cook better than him, he wouldn't even be mad. He would find it really attractive and would just watch you from the kitchen counter or stand right behind you looking over your shoulder, watching you cook. And if you burn something by mistake he'll either prevent it from happening before you even notice or he was too distracted by you and would laugh and tell you it's okay, and convince you he likes it a little crispy to make you feel better.

☆ his home probably didn't have much things lying around, such as decorations and random objects, but as soon as you moved in, you made it more homely with your random makeup there or your dropped clothing here. He's a tidy person but wouldn't be mad if you forget to put something away, he would most likely just leave it there in case you need it again later on or remind you kindly that it's there.

☆ movie nightssssss!! Imagine cuddling up with König on a Friday night when you two can't be bothered going out for a drink at the bar. You both choose a movie line up for the night, go out and buy some of your favourite snacks, get your most cosy blankets and share them together. Goals. Literal goals.

Sorry this pretty short. Have a lovely day and take care of yourself xxx

[its-mekjt]

Favourite parts of 3×95 (potential spoilers below the break)

PART ONE

▪︎ ashley's photo of sam

▪︎ chepeku ad. could have made me think it's a perfume ad.

▪︎ ESSEK THELYSS

▪︎ they got tusk love oh my days

▪︎ WOO HOO SHOPPING EPISODE

▪︎ oh my god, having parts of fcg/things that remind them of fcg in their outfits. i'm on my floor.

▪︎ lesbians with the matching corsets. it's a canon event i fear

▪︎ i just know that armoury went out for drinks that night

▪︎ the pumats + their existential crisis

▪︎ "HIGHWAY ROBBERY" (honestly surprised they didn't try to steal it)

▪︎ sugar daddy dorian storm (and Laura's face as he hands over 2,500 gold. I can just imagine imogen going 'mhm. that's gay'.)

▪︎ do the pumat's have a soul?

▪︎ "do you want- eh we're the same."

▪︎ chetney pock o'pea. maths wizz. high school maths teachers across the world are terrified of you.

PART TWO

▪︎ essek constantly misses leg day

▪︎ 28 persuasion to make essek join their sleepover

▪︎ DORIAN WANTS TO SEE THE SHOW SO HE WILL SEE THE SHOW

▪︎ matt's description of the show. i love it.

▪︎ laudna i love you, please come to the theatre with me and tell people to, respectfully, stfu with me

▪︎ ESSEK QUOTING CADUCEUS: it's not pain that makes people. It's love (crying)

▪︎ LAUDNA QUOTING FCG: it's good to make every day a smiley day (on my bedroom floor sobbing and throwing up)

▪︎ orym keeps looking to the right. (WHO'S ON THE RIGHT. SOMEBODY PLEASE REMIND ME I DON'T REMEMBER. LIAM O'BRIEN STOP MAKING ME SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW)

▪︎ YEAH, THIEVING IS THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE (why did i think ashton was gonna go for that fucking huge sword earring from the beginning of the campaign)

▪︎ "chetney's sitting in the front row, legs out, slumping in the chair, baguette in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. fucking riveted." (that's an insight into my daily life)

▪︎ chetney and dorian are my two personalities while i'm zoned out

▪︎ love how they all thought it was kiri (i did too)

▪︎ chetney and his delusions + cloaca

▪︎ why did i think orym was going to get in the bag of holding

▪︎ i fucking love dorian storm. you don't know how much i love him.

▪︎ "i saw my mom mess with time." essek's internal monologue must have gone insane.

▪︎ marisha and robbie casually rping arts and crafts

▪︎ "you're kind of like his dad." "do not put that on me, please."

▪︎ ashley johnson doing the lords work. thank you. (essek thelyss you simp)

▪︎ wildMOTHER

▪︎ I KNEW THIS REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING. GETTING READY FOR A CON.

▪︎ YES ANIMATE OBJECT

▪︎ dorian's face when he's introduced to patê is giving: i have never wanted to be cyrus more in my life right now.

▪︎ emotional support faun and her damaged little halfling

▪︎ 17 strength let's go (beefy boy)

▪︎ laura bailey i am making the same face as you.

▪︎ WHO WAS MAKING IT RAIN. WHO.

▪︎ OH THIS BITCH. I HATE HER (delilah briarwood)

▪︎ nervously giggling

▪︎ travis willingham is a lover and instigator of chaos.

▪︎ liam o'brien giving advice. he loves this.

▪︎ i love this. orym, if anyone comes for you, get behind me. (he doesn't know this is laudna. he thinks he's getting fucked with in the middle of the night. HE CANNOT SEE FUCKING ANYTHING).

▪︎ YEE HAW INNER PARTY CONFLICT

that's all folks.

[kumeramen]

I just want your take on Shisui. Normally Im a Kisame Simp so me suddenly being into Shisui is like really left field for me. I prefer my men beefy and Shisui is more Uchiha Standard Twunk. Please help me understand why Shisui has caught my attention so strongly!!

Anon, you're the first person to ever say you're thirsty over my Shisui art 😳😂 Idk what to say than thank you? Not the right word for it, still, I truly appreciate your honesty~!

I think from my own understanding and perhaps by many Shisui fans out there— the unruly wavy hair and long eyeliner (and not to forget his cute button nose imo) is the part what makes him automatically attractive~ And people would always portray him as warm and friendly among them Uchihas which is a plus! Idk if I could help to give enough reason why you like Shisui though, what I can share is that I tend to draw him cutely whenever his eyes goes big or being happy in a way~ and you kinda notice when he's half closes his eyes, he gives off sensual vibes instead 👀

You got the perfect timing to ask me about Shisui too because I think you might love packs of Shisui art I'm gonna share later hehe~

[iheartpeppino]

I'm bored, so I'm just gonna write what I find most attractive or appealing about each Pizza Tower character!

Peppino Spaghetti - His superhuman strength and speed is extremely impressive, and watching him in action is immensely satisfying. Also, the fact he takes the time to save the bosses from the crumbling Pizza Tower shows he has a caring heart. I'm also very fond of how expressive Peppino is, and I'm also quite fond of his design in general; he's a middle-aged, balding overweight man yet I find him very handsome.

Gustavo - Admittedly, I find Gustavo quite handsome and even cute. I also like that he's supposed to be a Mario expy whose partner is Rick the Hamster instead of Yoshi; it's an interesting spin. It's also nice Gustavo cares enough about Peppino that he's willing to help him take on the Pizza Tower, even if it means facing giant rats. I found out not too long ago that Gustavo has a son... but he's not married? Is he divorced? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MINDS WOULD DIVORCE GUSTAVO!? HE'S SUCH A NICE GUY WHAT THE HECK!?

Brick - Just like all the Stupid Rats, Brick is super adorable. One look at those eyes and I'm done. He's too cute. I love him. I want a Stupid Rat plushie and I want it NOW.

Mr. Scott Stick - This bald, skinny twig of a man... is admittedly handsome in my eyes. He's a jerk who scams desperate people for money, but GOSH... I've said it before, and I'll say it again, Mr. Stick can get it. He's a cutie. Is it the suit? I dunno, maybe. That, and he's apparently a huge dork when he's not scamming people... which I find endearing, oddly.

Phil Pepperman - This pepper is an absolute unit with a big grin and striking blue eyes. I wouldn't call myself a simp, but I understand completely why some people find Pepperman attractive. Personally, I find his pseudo-intellectual personality off-putting, but he is quite good-looking for a pepper.

Vigert Ebenezer Lantte - He's an older guy with a cowboy motif and a great sense of justice and responsibility. How can you not find that attractive? Yes, I know he's a cheese slime, who cares! Don't think I haven't seen people simp over this guy and draw him as a human, either!

Theodore "The" Noise - I'm not a Noise simp by any stretch, but if there is one thing I can say that's attractive about him... it would be his youthful spirit. Yes, The Noise is a manchild, but that's not always a bad thing.

Noisette - She's a very silly little lady whom I find very cute. I appreciate that her design is just as goofy as her boyfriend's, too.

Fake Peppino - What can I say? He's a monster, and I'm a monster lover. I like that he's adorable, silly, AND super deadly! I wanna kiss the frog man, if he'll let me.

Pizzaface - I've seen people draw this mech with a big, beefy body. I get it. Pizzaface's design is appealing, why wouldn't you give him a beefy body to match how powerful he is...?

Pizzahead - HANDSOME UNHINGED SILLY-ASS PIZZA CLOWN MAKES MY MIND GO BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. The sheer autism I have for this guy is unreal. His laugh, his design, his obsession with Peppino, his weird motivations... HE'S NUTS AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Pillar John - Uh... I like his hat? I mostly find John intimidating due to his sheer size and that damned Meatophobia music that plays when you go near him...

Gerome - He has a neat design. I've seen some interesting fan art of him hooking up with pretty girls who are much taller than he is. Good for him, honestly.

BONUS: Maurice Spaghetti - He looks like Peppino but with more hair and facial hair... in other words, handsome. Too bad his personality is utterly abysmal!

[strangersatellites]

🔀 Ronance duh

i swear to god, and i cannot make this up, it’s

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed and it's no big surprise Don't you think I know exactly where I stand? This world is forcing me to hold your hand

let’s have some nancy with a gun and simp robin, shall we? as a treat!

nancy and robin are a crime duo. nancy is the brains and ironically also the brawn, and robin is her ready and willing accomplice.

recently they’ve been on a casino robbing spree across the country and are set to make their biggest heist yet.

tonight.

nancy’s gotten them security clearance and managed to avoid any and all cameras on their way to the basement. timed it so that they snuck right in between shift change and no one noticed a thing.

all that’s left is to get rid of this beefy bodyguard.

well.

the fact that he’s beefy isn’t really a problem seeing as how robin’s got his hands and feet bound to a chair already.

the problem is that they need information out of him if they’re going to get into the vault, and he’s not talking.

robin’s leaned down in his face asking “what’s the code, popeye?” laughing at her own joke.

he wrinkles his nose and doesn’t answer.

the loud metallic clank of nancy’s rifle cocking has robin’s smile going wide and giddy.

“that’s okay. she’ll take it from here.”

robin steps out of the way as nancy brings the barrel to eye level and says “talk.”

robin, always enamored with the way nancy so effortlessly exudes confidence like this can’t help but giggle and bounce on her toes. “scared yet?”

at this, popeye does speak. turns his head towards robin and scoffs. “of her? she’s just a little girl.”

robin barks a laugh and smacks her hands to her thighs. “god! one day you guys are going to stop saying that!”

popeye doesn’t have a chance to ask what that means before a loud bang rings out through the space and the guard wails as blood pours from his foot, shot wide open.

nancy cocks her gun again and aims right at his head.

“let’s try again. talk.”

the make out with half a million dollars within the hour.

[vander-affectionate]

Hello (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠). How are you doing?

New follower is here. ( New arcane watcher too) since we both are simps for the same beefy man, i wanted to tell you my story of "how i followed you" and how i lost my dear love💔 (which is a long, long story)

Basically, i started watching arcane yesterday. At first i only watched the first 2 episodes ( it was so good even tho i was just admiring Vander) after that, i stopped and decided to hop on and play some games with my friends ( i was just telling them how i found Vander and recommending arcane) stopped playing by 12am and decided to watch episode 3. And I'm telling you, i closed Netflix so fast and joined my friends again to tell them how sad i was as soon as silco took my baby away😞💔. To relieve my pain. I decided to read about him. Which is "how i followed you". Finished arcane 4 hours ago. Its one of my top 5. Why not top 1 you ask me? BECAUSE WHY THE HELL DID HE NEED TO DIE? LEAVE HIM ALONE. anyway, I've been reading here for the last 2hours. I really love everything about this blog. Do you write for male readers? I don't mind if you don't but i just wanted to know since i can't find your rules

HI!! i'm doing okay, i love how excited you are over arcane and i'm so hyped that vander has yet another admirer to follow him around and there should've been some kind of warning like 'dilf might die'

i also turned to tumblr in order to relieve my pain and found vander was pretty scarce even in hcs, but atm there were no fics for him. im sorry to say i don't write him with a male reader but there are more fic writers that write for him who do. i can scrape up some urls if you'd like me to reccomend other talented authors.

i write for vander and usually find myself writing a female or gender neutral reader but im still mourning over big man vander too and in that light, i'd be happy to write a request for ya if gender neutral form suits you. sorry about not having the specifics up there about what kind of reader i write for, but here's to hoping i can give you a little vander to make ya feel better.

gosh i love that you sent this, happy reading, dearest!

[tired-biscuit]

Hey! Which all characters are your favorites in haikyuu? Like I just wanna know your opinions on haikyuu and its characters lol. If it's not a bother ofcourse! Feel free to ignore this <3 and ILYSM! The way you write about the characters and plot and everything! And you are such a nice person too!

hi, luv. thank youuuuu so much, you're incredibly sweet. i'm sending you warm kisses and hugs, mwahhh!! <3

i know i haven't written anything for haikyuu yet, and i still gotta finish watching it but my favourites so far are noya, tanaka and oikawa.

AND LISTEN....... noya??!?? omfg i have become so incredibly infatuated with that dude istg!! he's my absolute fave so far, he's so hyper, loud and dumb - the perf personality type i usually simp for. i wanna smother him in kisses and pick him up and twirl him around cos i'm so tall compared to him cjdjdhhshsgd

and same with tanaka, those two together are the funniest mfs ever!! their dynamic is so fun to watch, and i love how silly and all over the place tanaka is as well..... also that shot where he's twirling the keys around his finger and has a beanie on has me in a chokehold istg..........

as for oikawa, he def isn't the usual character i simp for but idk, he's somehow managed to crawl under my skin just fine. he's so manipulative in the most peculiar way; i've always loved the sudden switches of personality he tends to have when things get serious, true cancer energy right there cusjxhhshshs---- AND HE'S SO PRETTY BROOO, THOSE BIG BROWN EYES AND HIS HAIRRRR BYEEEE

also special mentions: ushijima cos he's big and beefy and that makes my size kink purr!!!!! and kageyama cos i was so surprised when i saw how dumb he actually is and how funny he can get when he's not in a mood. he's real cute when he wants to be fr <3

[shslpunkartist99]

PACHINKO I'M SORRY

BUT YOU'RE NOW NOT THE ONLY PAPI HERE

I STILL LOVE YOU PAPI

BUT I ALSO LOVE PAPI DONO

SPEAKING OF HIM, OMFG YOU DREW HIM SO HOT

I WASN'T EVEN DONO SIMP BEFORE

BUT NOW I AM

MOTHERFUCKER HOW DARE YOU MAKE HIM SO BEEFY HOT /LH

.......

I'm drawing Pachinko tomorrow

[nymphoheretic]

Dang it I think I have only like 4 more people I could assume going through my head

Ayato Sakamak- Diabolik Lovers

Yukio Okumura - Blue Exorcist

Zoro - One Piece

Zero - Vampire Knight

(I'mma have to think a bit more😵‍💫😅)

How did you get so close? But nope.

Zero is literally number 2...I love him so much. My angst vampire boyfriend.

I'm more partial to Rin. It's just something about his cute smile, the deep blue eyes, and the tail that makes my heart go dokidoki.

Oh the old school vampire ayato. I actually like Shuu just a hair more than Ayato. And it's so funny how all my simps now have orange hair. Maybe he was the blueprint lol

Zoro... oh Cara Mia that man is so big and beefy. I love him so much despite refusing to watch one piece lol

[14dayswithyou]

can I request a drabble where I get to ride Teos thigh? 😩💦 I just know that they are as strong and beefy as the rest of him

✦゜ANSWERED: bestie noooo 💀 he's literally the WORST person to simp for

"Careful, babe. You wouldn't want that little boyfriend of yours to hear."

Despite his warning, Teo's grip doesn't relent as he forces you to grind down on his thigh. Not that you had much room to pull back anyway, considering how the dark-haired man had you pressed snuggly between his thick chest and the library bookshelf behind you. Funny, if your mind wasn't as hazy as it was right now, you would've realised that this was the same aisle you met Ren in all those weeks ago.

Ren, the soft-tempered guy, patiently waiting for you to return to the reception desk.

You try to say something to Teo, but he instantly shuts you up by angling his leg higher and pushing your body down harder. The friction from his pants rubs over a sensitive spot near your crotch, and you must bite your bottom lip to prevent any sounds from spilling out.

"You close yet?" Despite his bored tone, Teo seems to be enjoying himself as he watches you desperately rut your hips against him. His lips quirk up into a sadistic smile as one of his large hands moves to cover your mouth — and before you have any time to react, he quickly shoves two fingers in and presses them down onto your tongue. "Suck 'em." 

Drool runs down his skin as you mindlessly suck on his fingers, far too lost in the pleasure he was providing to even save your dignity. 

"God, look at you getting off on someone else's thigh. Hah," The smile he gives you is anything but sympathetic, and he withdraws his wet hand to slip it past the waistband of your pants and fondle your leaking sex instead. "How much more desperate can you get?"

Thanks to the added sensation of his hand, you almost reach your peak before the jarring sound of Teo's phone goes off and pulls you both from your reverie. You try to pay it no mind as you continue to shamelessly buck against his fingers and thigh, but the tall man stills your movement and instead shifts his attention to the offending item in his back pocket.

He almost looks annoyed for a moment -- was it because of your actions or because he got interrupted? -- before he's gruffly reaching for his phone to look at the message. From your vantage point on his thigh, you could just barely make out the crude selfie of a woman posing in front of a mirror in risqué lingerie — before yet another message pops up underneath it.

' Teoooo! i'm lonely... :( wanna come over and keep me company? <3 I miss̶ ̷y̵o̸u̴.̷'

The dark-haired man barely offers you any time to collect yourself before he's lifting you off and pushing you aside. You wanted to cuss him out for leaving you like this, but the annoyed look on his features makes you hold your tongue.

"The fuck's wrong with my phone? And why's this bitch still texting me? Thought I made it clear that I was done with her." Teo doesn't even bother to help straighten your clothes before he saunters out from the aisle, shamelessly flaunting the wet patch of fabric on his thigh like it was a trophy for all to see. "Thanks, that was fun."

As he wanders off, the dark-haired man fails to notice the flash of pink retreating from the corner of his eye.

[eternallysimping]

judging you based on the elden ring character you simp for part 2:

tap here for part 1

radahn

‌a kindred soul with elite taste, i trust you with my life

‌your main criteria for your man is that he has to be big and tall and will treat you right - a wholesome gentle giant if you may

‌you definitely have a size kink and prone to think figures of authority and by that i mean generals, especially the most charismatic ones, are sexy

ranni

‌before i continue with her i just want to know: how does it feel like to be winning in life?

‌cause like?? you get to marry her?? that is literally the best you can ever hope for as an ending in this goddamn game-

‌you absolutely love cunning magical girls

‌i'm super sure you had a major crush on gwen from ben 10 growing up or maybe sunny instead

rykard

‌tanith move aside sister, someone might be taking your place

‌you are a monsterfucker and i'm convinced you checked out naga x reader tag in tumblr at least once or a handful of times in your life

‌you're the level of freaky similar to a bard in a dnd campaign that will fuck a 20+ ft dragon

mohg

‌i firmly believe your type is the 3 Bs: bad, bloody, and bitchy

‌you're most likely to be involved in a blood cult in real life

‌i think you enjoy some bloodplay and have a knife kink, with a side of degradation for good measure

‌throwing it out there i can sense you might have the hots for loki from marvel

morgott

‌you have a big "i can be his greatest source of comfort" energy which is, good for you for having so much love to give

‌you have such a type with misunderstood guys and it's a major bonus if they're big

‌from this alone i am convinced that beauty and the beast might be one of your favorite movies growing up

godwyn

you have a thing for selfless oldest brother, and he's more or less likely the favorite of his parents too - the golden child

you are were definitely a dick grayson simp i'm calling it now (dc may or may not have accidentally made him the blueprint for the hot and favorite oldest brother that people end up crushing so hard on)

i feel i can trust you - i can totally see the appeal of this one

godefroy

i have never seen anyone openly simp for this one so if you do then i have to say: i'm sorry you're part of the minority, chief - the very, very, very, very small minority; it must be a tough and lonely path to walk on

i don't really have any opinions or thoughts about godefroy simps except that you're probably alone in that simping area so congrats?? you have him all for yourself?? so enjoy i guess??

godrick

‌i see a few people that want this man and i just want to know one thing: why?

‌if you have a thing for this guy i fully believe you had the hots for four arms (from Ben 10, the beefy red alien with you guessed it four arms) and with his more than extra set of limbs he's basically a walking wet dream for you-

miquella

‌i'm very, to say the least, conflicted about this

i see a couple of art with aged-up looking miquella and a post somewhere that they look young/adult young so you're good on that part

but if you go with child-version of miquella with impure thoughts then i want you far away from me and get some much needed help or jail time, could be both

however personality wise i totally see you going for the smart and cunning type that has a soft spot for their family

malenia

‌your type are the warrior women that can simply obliterate your spine without breaking a sweat and i both respect and fear for your life for it

‌wonder woman was definitely your crush growing up or she still is, i support your taste

but if you're the malenia simp that justifies her actions by strongly bringing down radahn then i'm sorry but you're toxic

so i'm a biiiiit tempted to make a part 3 but i feel it's so lacking (part 2 is a total of nine characters so i feel it would be good to have part 3 contain ten or so).

so far, i only have blaidd, finlay, loretta, gideon, and varre in mind

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I recall love your writing and I'm a huge ass Technoblade simp 😭

But what if God! Techno with mortal reader, showing different timeliness on how they met and the times they fall in love, just a little wholesome yet spicy thought with your immortal lover and the many times he will always come back to you even after how many times you die, still willing to wait and wait while fulfilling his Godly duties!

Beefy!God!Techno x reader

Warnings: NSFW, Techno being beefy as f, soulmates au, blood, swearing, modern au,

He felt it, felt the blood drip down the sword, felt the life drain from you before he even turned around. He lost it, saw red, became that killing machine that the rumours had said him to be. He killed every single knight, general, person from the other army was dead by his hands and still he felt he hadn’t done your death justice. Falling to his knees he reached your body, pulling it to him, the cold of your skin burned him like ice.

He had fought against it, but you were like a dog with a bone, you just wouldn’t let it go. You just had to fight by his side, he had spent the past decade trying to keep you safe from every little thing that could happen to you, from tripping over something to this. He practically baby proofed the castle to make sure that you were safe. He didn’t want to wait another hundred years to hold you again, to kiss you, just to have you by his side.

But he had lost you once more, you were gone and he’d be alone for the next hundred years until, he found you again.

This went on and on until it reached the modern era. A vile place Techno had puffed, functional but he much preferred his old status as king rather than his current one as CEO.

-

You had applied for a new job, fuck the last one, you weren’t appreciated for your work and you had too much potential to stay there. So you applied for a company that buys and sells hotels, and you had been accepted not even an hour after you put in your application. It did seem a bit odd but you had sales experience and lots of customer service skills so why wouldn’t you have been accepted.

You had applied to be a sales representative and so far your first week had been a blast. You’d gotten the best sales out of everyone during their first week. Today had been long and productive but stressful. You needed a nice long sleep and as soon as you got home your eyes slowly fluttered shut,

You couldn’t breathe, the arrow had gone straight through your chest puncturing god knows what. Your blurred vision tried its hardest to search for your king. Wanted nothing more than for him to hold you while you faded away, wanted nothing more than to see his face one last time. You wouldn’t see it again for a long long while. You knew he needed this as much as you did. He had told you.

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to do it.” He sighed removing his royal tudor chain and placing it over the mannequin.

“What do you mean honey?” You inquired, padding over to pull off your husband’s royal mantle, and copying his actions with the mannequin. He turned and smiled softly at you in one of his tunics all ready for bed, there was a sadness in his eyes.

“I know at some point I’ll lose you once more,” he slid his hand from the top of your head, pushing a hair behind your ear, his thumb stroking your cheek as he continued, “I don’t think I can do it again my love. Saying goodbye to you is truly one of the hardest things I have to do.”

Tears filled your eyes falling so gently down your face you didn’t even feel them. Techno sighed once more wiping away your tears before bending his knees slightly, bringing your forehead to his and wrapping his arms around you. “It okay little one, it’s okay.” Techno stroked your hair just as you nuzzled into his neck standing on your tippy toes.

“Why does this keep happening?” You cried gripping onto his tunic tightly with your fists. He shook his head,

“I don’t know my love, I wish there was a way to fix it. I’ve searched all over the world, in every library, researched as much as I can but I haven’t found anything. I don’t know if it will ever change.”

You faded away on the battlefield hearing a promise that he’d find you again.

-

You jolted awake panting for the fourth time this week, for the past few months strange dreams had burdened your sleep. You’d barely had enough hours to get you through your day without grumpiness seeping in.

“You okay?” Racheal stood in your doorway the door you’d left open when you got home from work too exhausted to care.

“I’m fine Rach, why aren’t you at work?” You questioned trying to divert the conversation elsewhere. Not that you didn’t want to tell your best friend you’d been having dreams about a gorgeous man but they felt so real. Too real. You weren’t ready to even think about it yet.

“It’s my day off. Want me to make you breakfast before you go?” You shrugged letting her scoff and head to the kitchen. Your alarm started ringing, the annoying noise pestering you to hit the off button. After you dressed you made your way out of your room, Rachel passed you a bagel.

“That’s the second time you’ve woken up before your alarm.” She said nonchalantly sitting on the sofa. You ignored her putting on your shoes and blazer jacket, half of the bagel in your mouth while you did so. “That’s not like you.” She muttered.

“You’re being smothering.” You scowled down at your phone before popping it in your bag waving goodbye, ignoring Rachael shaking her head as you left for work.

The elevator dinged letting you step out onto the floor and into your office. You huffed as you sat down at your desk chair. Your mind wandering to yesterday nights dream..

“How about here?” He hummed with a smirk playing at his lips, his thick fingers slipped down over your hip and a then little further. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped him feeling how utterly soaked you were,

You got up and made your way to the coffee machine, making yourself one before taking it back to your office and sitting back down,

“Yes! There! Right there!” You let how your lover made you feel cloud your mind, his tongue lapped at your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

You looked up to see someone pass your office.

His hips snapped against yours, your legs hooked over his shoulders. His head thrown back, sweat trickling down his beautiful skin while he grunted and moaned a few whimpers too. “So good.” He bit his lip glancing down at you sprawled out on the-

“So did you do it?” You blinked up at your manager who stared down at you.

“What?” You frowned.

“The report for last weeks sales.” He said searching your face for an answer.

“Oh, yes of course it here.” You smiled grabbing it from your desk and handing it over.

“Wonderful. Just quickly, I’m heading off on my paternity leave today so you’ll be reporting to the main boss until I’m back. That okay?” He asked knowing you didn’t really have room to argue.

“Of course! Have an amazing time with you new born.” You smiled watching him nod with a thanks before leaving. The main boss. The guy who owns this company, you’d be reporting to him.

“Shit.” You whispered.

“Please,” anyone would think it was a whine but oh you knew better, “cum for me fair maiden,” he was commanding you and how could you disobey him.

You shook your head and got to work typing away at your computer trying to ignore your thoughts. It worked for a while, you made a sale, wrote a report, scheduled a meeting for your next sale but lunch time ruined your productiveness. As you placed a piece of fruit into you mouth you drifted off chewing on it and then your plastic fork.

“Don’t look away my love.” His grip on your jaw tightened only slightly so he could tilt your head towards the mirror in front of you. “That’s it. Eyes on the mirror.“ You complied, “Good girl.”

You couldn’t stop it, whining at the sight of techno,

“Techno.” You frowned at the name that had been placed into your mind so suddenly, you didn’t linger on it long getting back to your office but soon enough slipping back into your day dream,

His beautiful hair, so wavy and long had been tied up, his lashes were against his cheek you couldn’t see his stunning eyes. Those rubies were truly a marvel.

You felt so so so full. Not his fingers anymore, he had pushed his large cock inside of your tight, wet heat feeling you around him felt like a heaven he couldn’t describe. Watching through the mirror as you were stretched opened by him, he was so big, one could argue too big. Techno was large beyond measure but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

His giant body littered with battle scars and memories you relish in. His touch was like the air you breathe, it made you feel alive. His large, rough fingers that skimmed over your skin. You had somewhat of an idea but didn’t know the extent of his want and need for you. He puffed out his chest in pride at the way you took him so well. “You were made for me.”

You jumped out of your skin at the loud noise, looking down to see your phone lit up with your mother’s picture. You sighed, picking up the phone and plastering a fake smile on your face before you answered it.

“Mother. What a surprise.” You tried to seem as happy as possible. Tried.

“Hi honey! I just wanted to remind you that you were coming to the dinner tonight.” What fucking dinner?

“Of course mother. I’ll be there.” You wanted desperately not to grit your teeth at her.

“Wonderful! Don’t forget to look nice.” You’d think it was motherly concern, but you knew better.

“Mmhmm I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tonight.” You hung up before you could say something you’d probably regret later. Probably.

Well ain’t that great.

After you finished your allotted time at work you packed up your things and made your way back to the elevator once more.

“Hold it, please!” You did as the person asked not looking up from an important email that had just made it’s way to you. You didn’t acknowledge the person while your eyes skimmed across the words on the screen but you found yourself getting distracted by the new smell.

It felt so familiar, so sweet and masculine. Your eyes glanced to the shoes then legs then hands of the man that stood next to you. You felt his eyes burning into your skull making you look away. He smelt so refined, a cologne tang mix with watermelon? Or was it pear? You couldn’t quite place it. Whatever it was, you felt a primal need to bury your face in it. To roll around in it, to wrap it around your body and never let it leave you.

The ding of the elevator was a menacing sound taunting your inner thoughts and desires, pushing you to leave the heavenly smell behind.

Sadly you did.

The drive to you parents house was bland and the social niceties were excruciating. The dinner was only so so and the constant berating from you mother was expected. The drive home was pierced by the thoughts of that man in the elevator, he smelt so delicious.

You only saw his smart leather shoes and his black suit trousers, but his hands oh fuck, the sleeves to the white shirt he wore were rolled up giving you a clear view of the veins that ran across his hand up to his wrist the rest hidden under the material. He had very, very large hands you could tell they belonged to a warrior, builder, provider. A Rolex wrapped around his wrist that was as much as you got to see before you had felt his stare.

Who was he? He must work in the same building as you. But you’ve never seen him before. Maybe he was a visitor? You didn’t know, but that didn’t stop you from looking out for him for the next week. Around every corner, waiting a little longer for the elevator, walking around the building during your lunch break. It sounded so weird, even to yourself but you felt this pull to him. And incessant need to find him.

A knock on your door had you focused on the assistant to the main boss. He gave you a nod as he entered your office. “Have you finished the report for last week?” He had asked to which you nodded and searched you desk for it feeling a sense of déjà vu settling in.

“I don’t need it. I’ve been asked for you to bring it to his office.” He gave you a look and you understood what he meant. His. The CEO. And he wants to see you.

You nodded wiping your sweaty hands on your skirt before getting up with you report in hand. You felt yourself shaking a little, scolding yourself for being nervous. You had done a great job so far, it was the beginning of your third week they wouldn’t fire you. Right?

The elevator ride didn’t make you anymore calm, you almost didn’t get out when the doors opened with a ding. One shaky breath later you were glancing at the assistant that sat at a big fancy desk in the hallway on the phone to whoever had just called. He had consumed a fake happy voice for the person on the other end to enjoy.

Your heart started to beat faster as you knocked on the big double doors waiting for the-

“Come in.” His voice had your breath hitching in your throat. So deep and gravely, you had to take a moment to collect yourself and your thoughts before entering the room.

“Ah my star sales rep.” The man cooed, the compliment went straight to your cheeks, you could feel them heat up at his words. You didn’t dare look up, your heart was beating so loud you were afraid he heard it.

“Sir I-“

“Look at me.” He hummed, but you refused “Look at me amica mea.” You frowned at the unknown words on his tongue. What did it mean? “Please,” the desperation in his voice had your head tilting up slowly.

The second your eyes met with his, your life flashed before your eyes. Except it wasn’t your life. It was several different lives, but one thing was the same. You, different versions of you. In Egypt, Italy, France, England and others. Each time your clothes were different, your surroundings were different.

The other constant was him.

-

“I will love you, every moment, across time.” He said, his voice a whisper. Your giggle echoed in your mind.

“Every moment?” Your grin didn’t drop for a second, it grew when Techno started leaving pecks across your shoulder tightening his hold on you.

“Every,” Kiss, “single,” kiss, “moment.” Kiss. He nuzzled your neck rubbing his stubble against your skin, a smile gracing his face. This was the best thing to him, having you here in his thick, strong arms.

-

“Please don’t do this, I don’t want you hurt.” He begged.

“You’re just being overprotective.” You shook your head pulling off the rest of his armour.

“No,” he took your hands in his, “I can’t have you out there on the battlefield it’s too dangerous. I can’t loose you.”

“You won’t.” You cupped his cheek with a soft smile. How wrong you were.

-

“Well, aren’t you going to greet your queen?” You raised an eyebrow staring at the god that had just walked through the giant double doors.

He descended the steps and lunged for you, encircling your waist pulling the chalice out of your hands and flinging it towards the pillar ignoring it as it smashed to smithereens.

“My love how could I ever be worthy of you? My Queen of Egypt.” He purred lathering your skin in pure unconditional love.

-

“Will you really love me forever Teccie?” You mumbled fiddling with your little fingers. Your friend smiled a big toothy grin at you nodding his small head eagerly.

“Forev-er.” The little boy stuttered. His crown looked too heavy for his head, but he didn’t particularly mind it too busy rummaging in a bag that had sat next to him on the leafy floor of the woods.

“Here, now you’ll be my princess forever too.” He placed a crown of your own on your small head. You heard and ignored the sounds of both your parents cooing over such a precious moment between the betrothed little prince and princess.

-

“Mmhmm and you’re sure you’re not taking this Robin Hood adventure a little too seriously?” You said playfully smiling at your husband. His large cloak swaying in the wind, the arrows in his quiver rattling a little. He chuckled cupping your face in his big hands, he truly towered over you.

“Absolutely not fair maiden.” He smiled placing a peck on your nose.

-

“I missed you.” He growled deep within his chest.

“Show me,” you spoke breathlessly, “show me how you missed me.” Oh he did.

“That’s it love lose yourself in the pleasure.” He purred. High pitched moans fell from your lips without break or end. You did just as he said and lost yourself in the orgasm he pulled from you. Again and again and again until you had gotten what you wanted. To be utterly fucked out, spent.

Just for him.

-

You blinked yourself awake finding you were laying in a bed. One that was not yours. “I thought this only happened after a night out?” You murmured looking around the room. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

Technoblade.

“You’re awake.” Your eyes snapped to his red orbes, a hopeful expression sat on his face as he took you in. “You’re as beautiful as I remember.”

“Tec.” You whimpered reaching out for your lover who pulled you into his arms without a second thought. His strong beefy arms encased your frame, a feeling of such love filled your body. He had longed for this, thought about you everyday, dreamt about you every night.

You smelt it again that cologne with a twinged of watermelon, and pear. You had decided it had to be both. You let it consume you, just as his voice did.

Mine mine mine. He chanted holding you so tight it hurt, his heart pounding in his chest screaming please don’t disappear over and over again in his head.

“Please.” You whimpered letting him pull away to capture your lips with his. He kissed you with such sincerity, soon it turned breathy and hot. Your everything was holding you in his arms, you were right where you were suppose to be.

“I told you I’d find you again,” he whispered against your skin, his lips skimming across your jaw, “and this time,” he caught your attention holding you in place with just his piercing gaze, “I’m not letting you go.”

Oh how wrong he was.

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