#Dylan Blade

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charlize X dylan (locked out of heaven)

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Marked me like a bloodstain || the dangerous ones edition + some additionals

Synopsis: drawing something on them

Warnings: if you are in a relationship where you are scared of your own significant other, leave the relationship already before it becomes more difficult. A romantic relationship must have mutual respect, trust, comfort and security with one another, it is not always about the butterflies and blushing.

《Dion Agriche, Jeremy Agriche, Rezef Hill, Dylan Sean Blade, Eros Orna Vasilios + two additionals | gn!reader》

{Supposedly fluff♡ | ▪︎imagine/scenario▪︎}

The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Dion Agriche

🦋 You decided to do this for no apparent reason. Or you just wanted a reaction from him.

🦋 You asked Dion for him to hand you his arm, he stared at you first as if questioning you why... now you really started to regret asking as his sharp gaze was rather uncomfortable.

🦋 Before you could retract your request, Dion reach his hand out to you without a word, indicating that you may do as you please. It took you awhile to process his action but you chirpily did as you initially planned. Using the pen against his skin.

🦋 You proudly showed him your artwork and explained it to him knowing that he definitely does not understand it. He just nodded then ruffled your hair before leaving. Now you're left wondering if this was even worth it at all.

🦋 Meanwhile outside the door, Dion stares at the doodle you did on his palm. It felt weird having the pen's ink on his skin though it did no much harm on him except painting some part of his skin black, he certainly won't use a pen as a weapon as he deems it useless.

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The Way To Protect The Female Lead's Older Brother

Jeremy Agriche

🦋 "You will do anything for me, right?" You asked your boyfriend and he nodded vigorously.

🦋 You asked him to sit still and closed his eyes and Remy followed you obediently. He could feel something poking on his cheek that seems to have a liquid substance but he didn't dare peek as you haven't told him to open his eyes and he trust you with his life.

🦋 After you completed your drawing, you let him open his eyes and you pass him the hand mirror so he could see it. Jeremy's eyes widen as he sees what you have done, he takes a close inspection of it.

🦋 You're growing anxious and scared, had you crossed Remy's invisible line? You had always been free to do as you please with him as he allows you too that you forgot about boundaries. But before you knew it, he tackles you with a tight hug and started showering you with kisses, he tells you to do it again. After both of you are satisfied, you ruffled his hair as you professed your love for him, grateful that he still allows you to do things.

🦋 Remy won't mind whatever you want to do with him as long as you do it within the confines of his safe and private room.

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The Villainess Is A Marionette

Rezef Hill

"Prince of Eldyme Empire"

🦋 You've been so bored out of you mind these past few days, you can't talk to anyone unless you want them to be gone, your servant's changes almost everyday depending on their loyalty to their master, whom is your partner, Prince Rezef.

🦋 Kayena does visit you at times to keep your sanity intact but not for too long, for some reason Prince Rezef just knows when to interrupt.

🦋 Since you pretty much have no one but him then he should be your target right? He doesn't want you to rely on anyone but him then so be it.

🦋 You ordered your current personal attendant to call for him, after a few Rezef finally came and told the servant to leave you alone. He then sat down beside you and asks why you called for him, you told him that you wanted to spend some time with him and asked him to give you his hand and he didn't hesitate, glad with your willingness and obedience.

🦋 He was quite amused when you started drawing on his palm. He knew you like art so much, maybe he should give you an art room as a reward for reciprocating his love. After you finished, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and thank him for his cooperation, you tried to be as lovely as you could with him to avoid upsetting him and might get yourself killed

🦋 He gave you that prince charming smile again and told you: "Anything for my princess." As he kisses your cheek too.

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I Tamed A Tyrant And Ran Away/ The Taming Of The Tyrant

Dylan Sean Blade

"The 13th Prince"

🦋 Dylan had receive losses in his life, first his mother, next his master, and now he obviously won't allow the same with you.

🦋 As the ink of the quill pen that you are holding spread across his skin, it reminds him that you are still there. As your warm hand holds his arm to keep him steady, it assures him that you are a real existence and not just a fragment of hallucination of his fever dream.

🦋 Soon you completed your work, Dylan kissed your palm that once held the quill pen previously. He swore to you in his heart, anything you wish upon, just order him at your will and he is eternally at your service. That is if you reciprocate the same loyalty to him.

🦋 He'll do anything you say as long as you stay and don't run away.

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Your Throne/ I Want To Be You, Just For A Day

Eros Orna Vasilios

"Crown Prince of the Vasilios Empire"

🦋 As the assistant of the Crown Prince, it was customary that you will meet other people, yet however, the Crown Prince seem to disagree. For some odd reason he likes to keep you to himself, he normally doesn't allow you to meet other people, which you're actually glad about as you don't like to socialize anyways.

🦋 Today is unfortunately an exception, you are forced to be a part of a meeting. You know it's going to involve a lot of people but you didn't expect it to be this many. Your social anxiety is getting the best of you, you're really really trying your best to seem normal as possible. Still, you can't help it when you fidget.

🦋 You subconsciously started swinging the pen that is in between your thumb and index finger. You didn't notice that the point touches the Crown Prince skin as you swing it.

🦋 Eros suddenly grabbed your hand, forcing you to a stop. You flinch at the sudden contact (hopefully no one noticed), you turn to look at the Crown Prince beside you. He put the meeting to a halt and asked everyone to scram.

🦋 After all others had left, he turned to you, his hand still holding yours while his other hand held your jaw. His gaze on you was so sharp and intimidating you couldn't face him at all so instead you looked down and there you saw what you had done.

🦋 Your nervousness and shock was completely visible to Eros who laughed at the sight. It wasn't helpful at all, you know what kind of person your boss is and it made you feel scared of him, already overthinking of what may happen to you, yet Eros only calmly stood up from his seat and held your jaw stronger, making you look up at him.

🦋 He merely told you to calm yourself first before you return to his office. With that, he patted your head before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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2 Additionals 《Callisto Regulus, Cale Henituse》

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Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess/ Villains Are Destined To Die

Callisto Regulus

"Crown Prince of the Eorka Empire"

🦋 Since you had nothing to do, you decided to go annoy your partner. As you arrive in his office, you just slam open the door and there, revealed your peacefully sleeping partner resting on his table with his arms as his pillow.

🦋 But you weren't just gonna stop there just because he is sleeping. After closing the door, you approach the table Callisto is sleeping at. Your eyes comes across the pen that lays beside him.

🦋 Grinning evilly, you pick up the pen and started doodling on Callisto's face. After some time, you notice his brows furrowing, indicating that he was going to fully awake soon, so you place back the pen from where you found it to avoid suspicion and skedaddled before you get caught.

🦋 Callisto stretched his arms that he used as his pillow. Finally getting the motivation, he stood up from his seat and decided to walk around a bit, as he walked past a mirror he noticed something and stopped on his tracks, he walks back to the mirror and saw his face now covered with doodles.

🦋 There is only one person that he allows to enter in his office without needing permission nor knocking and that person is most certainly the culprit of this. But he needs to wash his face first.

🦋 Callisto finally found the culprit, reading a book at the library as if they hadn't done nothing at all. A dark shadow looms over you thus you couldn't read properly anymore, you were going to scold whoever it was yet it turned out to only be your partner, Callisto, who was smiling back at you.

🦋 I suggest you sleep with one eye open tonight, he warned, and you were obviously gonna take this advice as you know very well what was gonna happen on your beauty sleep.

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Trash Of The Count's Family/ Lout Of Count's Family

Original! Cale Henituse

🦋 You and Cale have known since you were just little kids, you two had grown with such a strong friendship, you both were unseparable and unbreakable.

🦋 Lately you've been noticing that things have been a little different between you and your great friend. You both had barely spend time with each other not even trying to check up on the other. You've been busy with your duties as the heir of your family, and Cale busy doing his own stuff. Even when you both happen to cross paths with each other, he acts as though he doesn't notice you at all. Today however, he couldn't turn around anymore.

🦋 You were sitting on the tree you and Cale had claimed as your own, accompanied with leaves dancing with the wind as you compose poems on your newly-bought notebook yet you feel so uninspired. Your heart couldn't help but feel restless as you began to comprehend the growing distance between you and Cale.

🦋 Had you done or said something insensitive to him without realizing? No that couldn't be possible, you're aware of topics that are deemed taboo to Cale. Is it because you haven't spend a spare time with him? But Cale is knows how you are busy with your duties and you did promised to him that if you had the chance, you'd take a day off with him. Is it because you hadn't checked up on him? You know how reckless he can be yet miraculously he can still stand on his own two feet. You trust him a lot to know that he'll be fine though you still feel worried about him everytime.

🦋 And speaking of the devil, there he is, standing beside you with wide eyes as he didn't expect to face you today. You grab his legs and forcedly plop him down beside before he could run off, you are on top of him with your hands on either side of his head to avoid him from escaping. While you are determined to bring back the bond you both once shared, Cale's face is almost of the same color of his hair, he is extremely flustered from the position you're both in, if anyone could see this they would surely misunderstand.

🦋 You confronted Cale and he explained to you that he just didn't want to bother you at all, you sighed in relief, you thought you had done something wrong to him. You moved back to the place you were originally sitting as Cale finally gets to sit down properly.

🦋 You fiddled with the pen you were holding, then suddenly you remembered a memory from your childhood with Cale. You indicate to Cale for him to give you his hand and he did, wondering what you were gonna do but didn't dare ask. You started doodling on his wrist, a stickman and a stickwoman both holding ice creams.

🦋 "Is this–hmm... is this suppose to be us?" Cale guessed, you nodded cheerfully then asked him if he still remembered that day, and he cracked in a fit of laughter remembering that time you both tasted ice cream for the very first time, your reaction was most amusing.

🦋 The sun had already set to let the moon shine for the night, yet none of you bothered as you and Cale were too busy remembering memories you both share since your childhood up until now.

🦋 Who would have thought that happiness can be cut short that easily. Those laughter that you should cherish fades into mere memories. It was only yesterday but today is a new day, and new day can come new beginnings.

🦋 You didn't expect that your friend who just came back to normal, is not him. Your friend you've had a strong bond with, is not him anymore. Your friend you grown to love, will never be him. But is it really over just like this?

🦋 Same bodies but different souls. Can you really not be happy with him anymore? Are you really gonna lose this friendship? Could there really be no bond that may form at all? Is it really impossible to fall in love with the new him as he is? Or will you still cling to the hope for him to return as he was?

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Honestly, Oceanie

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Am I waiting until the last minute to do my essay?

Yes oops

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Dylan Dog - Lama Di Rasoio (Razor Blade), 1989.

No.28

Publisher: Sergio Bonelli Editore

Cover: Claudio Villa

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I WANNA FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL! / GOJO SATORU

AUTHORS NOTE: wow dylan’s writing again after a million years 🤓 i could not miss out on halloween so what better way to celebrate than to destroy gojo’s ass? i miss you guys lots and i miss getting all creative nd being able to write again after dealing with so many stressful things irl <\3 this is pretty tame compared to my previous smuts and this is like also a month old so my apologies 🙂‍↕️

CONTENT WARNINGS! knife play, overstimulation, pet names (doll, sweetheart,) slasher reader x victim gojo, implied marathon sex

"That's it, baby, spread those pretty legs f'me." A dark chuckle escaped your lips as the rough tips of your fingers roamed the smooth expanse of Satoru's legs, opening them wide enough to reveal his leaking cock lying hard and useless on his flat stomach. Satoru could only muster a whine in response, trying to pull you in deeper whilst your thick cock nudged teasingly against his puckering hole. "Please," He whimpered prettily, his pale cheeks flushing red with arousal and hunger.

The white haired man didn't need to see your face to know that you were grinning down at him sadistically underneath the ghostface mask you were wearing, and it only made his cock twitch with need as you pinned him down onto the plush mattress— rendering him utterly helpless against you. "I'm about to kill you and yet here you are begging for my cock." You laughed amusedly at the absurdity of the situation, making the poor man pout. "S'not fair you're so big that I wanna feel you in my guts."

Okay, Maybe you'd keep him as your slut instead with how desperate he was. Slender legs wrapping around your waist coaxing you to just fuck and claim him already.

"You're playing a dangerous game here, sweetheart." You growled through the cheap plastic of your mask, reaching down to push your thick fingers between Satoru's lips, his tongue instantly swirling around the thick digits getting them nice and wet as his gaze never left yours.

God, He was a filthy little thing, and you couldn't help but notice the way his hole clenched around nothing every time your free hand trailed the knife's blade teasingly against his inner thigh. Satoru pulled away from your fingers with a wet pop, glaring up at you through thick eyelashes. "Just put it in already." He growled impatiently, and you only responded by pressing the blade harder against his skin, the tip of the knife threatening to dig into his flesh.

Satoru only gulped in response at the action, a shiver running up his spine feeling the cold metal of your knife kissing his thigh. "Okay, okay— calm down." He tried to laugh off his insistent whining with a practiced grin however, you could see the lingering traces of fear swirling in those blue eyes. "Just be patient, doll." You murmured raspily, spreading the lube you had used earlier to finger his sweet little hole open with your thick fingers around his twitching rim.

You couldn't help but notice the way Satoru threw his head back against the pillows, his bruised chest heaving as you rubbed his lubed entrance messily. He was so sensitive. So easy to break. And the thought of splitting him open on your fat cock made it jut against his thigh with aching need.

Wasting no more time, you aligned the fat head of your cock in front of his wet hole before thrusting in with one brutal snap of your hips. Satoru's eyes widened impossibly, his hands scrambling to grip the headboard as a high pitched scream ripped past his throat.

"Fuck—! S..So big—!" He mewled, moving his hips in sync with the way you jackhammered into him like a cheap fleshlight. Satoru wrapped his legs around your waist weakly, trying to anchor himself with the way your fat cock battered his prostate— And as his screams and the wet squelch of skin against skin filled the room, the white haired man could slowly feel his brain melting with searing hot pleasure.

"Take it." You growled possessively, continuing to rut into his ass like a beast in rut, angling your hips to reach deeper inside of his hole. "D'you like that, doll? You've been beggin' for this all night."

Satoru could only nod frantically in response, his brain too mushy to form any coherent words. You could see a white creamy ring of cum forming at the base of your cock, the sight only fuelling you to pound your willing little victim until he passed out, still impaled on your unrelenting length.

"'S too much..!" He squealed, arching his back as your cock drilled in harder, rearranging his insides until they were moulded to fit your big cock. "Can't take it—! 'M-M gonna die..!" With a loud cry, his body started convulsing in your hold, trying to squirm away from the brutal onslaught of your merciless thrusts.

"Don't chicken out on me now, doll." You warned lowly, now pressing the cold edge of your knife against his throat, each thrust driving the blade closer to his jugular. "We have a long night ahead of us."

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if not for you

pairing: matt dierkes x reader

word count: 1K

cw: emotional hurt/comfort, sweet bb matty

author’s note: needed some more matty on my masterlist, so my beloveds @darksigns-exe and @circle-with-me gave me some ideas <3

divider by @saradika-graphics 💛

title from “if not for you” by bob dylan.

It has yet to fully set in that he’s here with you, with no permanent end in sight. You’ve grown so accustomed to missing him, to making do with quick video chats and phone calls. The steady beat of his heart beneath your head feels fake. Like a fantasy.

You toy with the string of his hoodie, his favorite that he leaves with you when he’s gone. It’ll go back to being yours eventually, but you push the thought away, choosing to think about it another time. You hear him snicker from above you, his hand placed gently between your shoulder blades, patterns delicately traced over your back. You gaze at him and it’s like the first glance every time, being met with his bright, beautiful smile.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” he asks you, his touch shifting up to place his palm to your cheek. You close your eyes to the bliss of the feeling, his warmth radiating through you, before your expression settles into a pout. He tuts at you before his fingers hook beneath your jaw, angling your face up so he can get a look at you. “What’s on your mind?”

“How much I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” you whine, hating the way you sound while being unable to stop yourself. His mouth sets into a frown, too, and it tugs at your heartstrings painfully.

“Where am I going?” he teases, and you’d normally find it funny, but you’ve dug your heels into being sad. You don’t have any way to back out.

You normally tag along with them for the shorter stretches of shows, take time off from work to spend a couple days with Matt and the guys. He comes back home with you at the end of it all and everything is fine, nothing hurts.

It’s never too long after that before he’s gone so long that his scent is gone from the sheets and from his hoodie, so long that Boo and Zeus no longer stare out the front door pitifully waiting for him to come home. You know it isn’t fair, to make him feel guilty, but an ache sets itself so deep in your chest that you can’t help it.

“Wherever the next tour takes you,” you say, whimpering a little pathetically before burying your face in his chest again. The hand he keeps steady on your cheek does very little to soothe you, not in the way that it normally would. “It gets longer each time. You go further away.”

He sits up when he senses your body beginning to shake, the start of some embarrassing waterworks that you’re helpless to prevent. He gathers you into his arms, wrapping you up tight in his hold. You feel yourself begin to settle, though you’re not quite lulled. A delicate, barely there kiss is placed to your forehead, another to your temple. He wipes away the tracks the tears have left on your cheeks and you allow yourself a deep breath in, and then another.

“You’ve got a while yet before you have to worry about any of that, honey,” he assures you, and you know it, but it doesn’t stop you. It never has, even as foolish and silly as it makes you feel, wasting precious time being sad when he’s right here with you. “I’m right here.”

You place your hand over his where it rests on your cheek and let yourself sink into that feeling. He’s here, he’s right here, and he’s staying for a while. He’s solid beneath you, tangible, warm, and real, and for once you know he’s sticking around. You do your best to chase away that fear that he’ll vanish into thin air, be ripped out from under you like countless times before.

“For how long this time, Matty?” you ask him. He rolls his eyes but he drags you closer still. You’re lightening up but your heels are still dug. 

“For so long you’ll be begging me to leave by the time I go,” he jokes, knowing you’ll be clingy and asking for one more kiss until the moment you part with him at airport security. “You’ll be so sick of me.”

You beg time to pass slowly, for time to stop and for it to be you and him for just a little while. You bring his lips to yours, kiss him slowly and commit it to memory, the way it feels to have him solid beneath you and soft in front of you, the way his big hand feels where it’s warm on the small of your back.

“I could never be sick of you,” you assure him. You know he knows it, that he was saying it in jest. Nonetheless, you need it to be said. You need to make sure he’s always told how much he means. The moments you briefly imagine your life without him cast a black and grey over everything — life turns dark. You only wish he could be around all the time. “I would be lost. So lost.”

“I know, baby. I’m right here. Don’t worry now.” 

You wish you hadn’t turned your peaceful afternoon nap into something sad, something dramatic and agonizing. You allow yourself to relax, take your final deep breath and bring your hand to his jaw, kissing him deeply. You need to keep yourself firmly planted in this moment, in every moment you have with him until he leaves you again. 

His skin is warm beneath your palm, his eyes solely focused on you. He smiles, knowing it’s what you need from him. You allow yourself to settle.

“Maybe I can finally convince you to come with us next time,” he adds. It’s an offer he always makes, every last tour. You always turn him down as quickly as he asks. You’ll let him have his thing.

The offer sits in the back of your mind. Maybe you could go remote at work. Maybe you could quit. You wouldn’t have to say goodbye to him anymore. For the first time, you let yourself really consider it.

“Maybe, Matty,” you respond. His grin and the way his hold tightens slightly on your hips makes up your mind.

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The Titans

The air was thick with anticipation as the Golden Army prepared for their final game of the regular season. The stakes were high: winning would secure the team a spot in the playoffs, while losing this game would end their season.

The team standing in their way? The undefeated champions called the Titans. The boys in blue were fierce, quickly gaining advantages and relentlessly blocking their opponents from scoring . Still, the Golden Army knew not to give up. They still had their secret weapon: The strongest camaraderie any of them had ever seen.

"It's going to be a tough fight," Captain Richard said. "But I know we can do it. The Titans may be strong, but we have heart and determination. That's what really matters."

"I couldn't agree more," said Scott, the team's striker and head recruiter. "You're all here for a reason, bruvs. I need all of you to leave your hearts on the field just like I will. Make it real, okay mates? Heart beats muscle."

The team cheered and raised their arms in excitement, ready to show everyone what they could do as they fought for their season to continue.

As the first half ended, the score stayed tied 0-0. The Titans were strong and fast, moving the ball with ease. But the Golden Army played their hearts out and never gave in to the pressure the Titans put out.

The second half of the game got underway, and the tension was mounting. Both teams had been pushing hard, but the score remained locked at 0-0. The Titans were relentless, their powerful offense pressing the Golden Army deep into their own half. Every pass, every tackle, every move felt like it could tip the balance.

But the Golden Army had something the Titans didn’t: a bond that went beyond the game. Every player on the field knew they were playing for each other, and that connection gave them the strength to keep going.

Richard, their captain, stood tall at the back, organizing his defense, calling out commands to his teammates. His voice cut through the noise of the crowd. “Stay compact! Don’t give them space!”

Layton and Dylan worked tirelessly in the midfield, intercepting passes and disrupting the Titans' rhythm. They were exhausted, but they knew they couldn’t let up. Layton, always calm under pressure, looked for a way through the Titans’ defense. Dylan, covering every blade of grass, kept finding pockets of space to help the team maintain possession.

"Let’s go, lads!" Scott yelled from the wing. "We’ve got to dig deep!"

Scott and his twin brother, Logan, were key to the Golden Army’s attack. They had been making dangerous runs all night, trying to stretch the Titans’ backline, but the Titans’ defense was solid. Every time Scott whipped in a cross, it was either blocked or cleared.

But Scott wasn’t discouraged. He knew their moment would come.

The clock ticked into the 80th minute, and the pressure was mounting. The Titans were starting to show signs of frustration, but the Golden Army remained calm, waiting for their chance.

And then, it happened.

Layton, receiving the ball in midfield, saw an opening. With a quick flick, he passed the ball through the legs of a Titans defender and sent it out wide to Scott. Scott took off, sprinting down the right flank with blistering speed, the Titans’ left-back struggling to keep up.

"Brody!" Scott shouted as he neared the box, looking for his teammate.

Brody was already making his run. He cut between two Titans defenders, timing his movement perfectly. Scott’s cross came in low and fast, curling just inside the six-yard box. Brody lunged forward, stretching out his leg.

The ball connected with Brody’s foot and flew past the Titans’ goalkeeper, burying itself in the back of the net.

Golden Army 1, Titans 0.

The stadium exploded in cheers. The Golden Army players rushed to Brody, embracing him as he stood, breathless but grinning. Scott clapped him on the back. “That’s how we do it, mate!”

Brody grinned. “It's all about the delivery, Scotty.”

With just ten minutes left on the clock, the Titans threw everything they had at the Golden Army. Their forwards bombarded the defense, launching attack after attack. Topher, the Titans' star striker, tried to find a way through, but Ricardo, standing tall at the heart of the defense, blocked every shot that came his way.

Richard barked out instructions, organizing his backline and keeping the team focused. “Hold the line! Stay tight!”

The final minutes felt like an eternity. The Titans won a corner in the 89th minute, their last chance to salvage a draw. The cross came in high and dangerous, and for a moment, it looked like the Titans’ tallest player might get his head to it.

But Ricardo leaped higher.

He headed the ball clear, sending it far away from danger. Dylan chased it down, keeping possession, dribbling forward to run out the clock. The Titans scrambled to win the ball back, but it was too late.

The referee blew the final whistle.

Golden Army 1, Titans 0.

The Golden Army had done it. They had beaten the undefeated champions and secured their spot in the playoffs. The team collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, but the smiles on their faces said it all.

Richard pulled his teammates to their feet, pride radiating from him. ��We fought with everything we had,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “We earned this.”

Scott and Brody exchanged a victorious look, still buzzing from their game-winning combination. "I told ya," Scott said with a grin, his arm around Brody’s shoulder. "Heart beats muscle every time."

The camaraderie that had carried the Golden Army through the match was stronger than ever. As they left the field, they knew that they weren’t just a team—they were a family. And with the playoffs ahead, they were ready to take on anyone and everyone together as a team.

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

hii! where do the ro’s like to be kissed and to kiss mc? (apart from the lips) <3

Receiving/Giving

Jules : Their spine and hipbones. The intimacy and rawness of the act gets their heart racing. / Anywhere. Anywhere at all. Every inch of you is beautiful and worthy of worshipping.

Warren : When you pepper wet kisses along his collarbones. It makes goosebumps rise on his arms and a shiver to travel down his spine. He is... strangely sensitive there. / On the cheek. He finds the simplicity of the act heartwarming.

Dylan : When he's stressing about something and you come over and kiss the crease between his brows. / He likes to take hold of your hand and bring it to his cheek as he kisses the inside of your wrist or cup your gorgeous face in his hands as he presses his lips against your forehead, closing his eyes. This is where you belong. This is where he belongs.

Jessica : open mouthed kisses behind her ear or her shoulders blades as you lay on top of her. / Your nose. Your eyelids. The corner of your mouth. Small, quick, parting kisses.

Aiden : His heart thumps in his chest and his lips part as you trail kisses from his chin to his jaw, and then nibble on his earlobe, slightly tugging on it. / The back of your hand as he captures your reaction, looking up through his lashes. He wants to know if you stiffen up and swallow or avert your gaze, heat rising up your neck. He wants to what kind of effect he has on you.

Heather : A shuddering breath escapes her when you teasingly brush your lips against the inside of her thighs. Or her belly. / Wherever you'll allow her, truthfully.

Mia : When she's busy with something and you wrap your arms around her from behind and kiss her temple while murmuring sweet nothings in her ear. / The top of your head as you rest your head on your chest and she soothingly rubs your back.

[steampunkforever]

*Types "Is bob dylan mumblecore" into search browser and a panel opens in my wall revealing a hidden assassin carrying a poisoned blade in a worn tote bag purchased from a local coffee shop*

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

An Office Affair

Pairing - Dylan O’brien x fem!reader

Summary - Dylan started with the company 3 years ago and you both just click.

Warning- semi public sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, hair pulling, language. [18+]

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You're unsure how you ended up in this predicament. You think back to how the last 3 years had played out, you and Dylan had been flirty from the get go.

He was a new hire and you organised his desk before he started, that was one of your many tasks. You always left the new starters a little good luck note and a small chocolate bar, just something to welcome and edge them on.

Dylan had been one of the few who really appreciated the small gesture, he asked around and found out that it was you who left the note. So he responded by leaving you a note a few weeks later, suddenly it had become a game of leaving each other notes until finally you both bumped into each other on level 3.

You didn’t work on the same floor as you were always out and about with the big boss, bringing him coffees and writing minutes in meetings. So when you were actually in the office you sat on level 7, you had gone down to level 3 to fix up another new starters desk that happened to be next to Dylan’s.

You both just clicked and the flirting begun, it started on the notes and then it moved to small touches when you were in the same room, Dylan dropping you coffee on level 7 and you ‘needing’ to stock up your stationary box each week just to see him.

And now here you are, 3 years later. Skirt bunched up around your hips, panties pulled to the side and heels digging into the very expensive printer.

Dylan’s fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, your head dropped back as he licks and sucks at the skin of your neck. “Jesus Dylan” you moaned, his thumb played with your oversensitive clit.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails leaving half crescent moons on his shoulder blades.

His scruffy beard scratching at your collar bone, his hot breath fanning over your skin. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Dylan professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt filled the stationary room. The small light left on illuminated your bodies, shadows bouncing off the four walls. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his hand.

He had three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries muffled by his shoulder as you gripped onto him for dear life, your legs shaking against the printer. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him fingers away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Fuck… your so hot” you state, pulling him to you by the back of his head.

His lips pressed to yours harshly, your fingers fiddling with his Armani belt. You finally got him free, staring down at his cock that stood proud. The head redden and leaking pre cum, screaming to be touched.

Your hand reaches out to grip him, giving him a soft tug. He emits a choked groan, palms making contact with the printer to keep himself steady. “Sweet girl… I’m going to need to fuck you now or I’ll come in your hand” he admits.

You nod your head profusely and bring him to your folds, dragging him up and down, collecting the juices with his tip. He nudged himself against your swollen clit, a shiver running through your spine.

“Come on pretty girl”

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock. “I’m going to move us” he states, pulling out of you momentarily.

He pulls you from the printer and spins you around, pushing your upper back down. Angling your face against the printer and bringing your ass up higher, pushing himself back into you.

“Oh sweet Jesus” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, your fingers curling around the printer for support.

“You feel so good… I’ve wanted to fuck you in this room the moment I laid eyes on you” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“Dylan… harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with the loose ponytail and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you again and drags you towards the desk, dropping you onto the wooden table and lining himself up with you again. “We’ve got 5 minutes before the cleaners clock on” Dylan states, eyes darting to the clock beside them.

You nod your head, his movements quicken. The desk hitting the wall in the process, the noise echoing within the stationary room. You grip onto his shoulders, biting down on your lower lip as he fucks you with such force you feel like you might both go through the wall.

“Oh god.. Dylan! Fuck!” You cry, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“Dyl… I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto his shoulder. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper, your cries are muffled by his shirt.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“It took us 3 years to do that” you breath, he begins to pull out of you slowly. He chuckles and takes a seat next to you. “Let’s not leave it another 3 years to repeat it” he jokes, giving you another peck on the lips.

The lights on level 3 turn back on, indicating the cleaners have clocked on. The two of you rush to clean yourself up and get changed, sneaking out of the building going unnoticed.

🏷️ @novxturient