#but he doesn't expect anyone to hold back for him

[haikyuubby]

the mha boys in a relationship!

featuring: bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, iida, tokoyami, shinso, & monoma.

❀ - fluff, gender neutral reader

bakugo

↳ bakugo is very...unpredictable

↳ one day, he is all up on you and is very clingy, and the next he wants to be left alone.

↳ mood swings are expected with him.

↳ bakugo is great at gift giving, he pays close attention to detail, especially with you.

↳ since bakugo pays attention to the little things, he'd be able to tell when you're upset or mad.

↳ he's probably not into pda, he wants to keep stuff like that private.

midoriya

↳ midoriya is a great boyfriend.

↳ might be a bit creepy, he has a whole notebook dedicated to you.

↳ said notebook has notes about your quirk, things you like, favorite foods, etc.

↳ he knows you like the back of his hand.

↳ midoriya also loves to take you out on the weekends if he's free.

↳ he likes to hug or hold hands in public, but no more than that.

todoroki

↳ todoroki is unintentionally sweet.

↳ he will do small things for you without knowing it.

↳ for example, you mentioned that you loved strawberries but didn't have any at home at the moment.

↳ the next day during lunch, you open your lunch box and find strawberries in it.

↳ if you ask todoroki if he put them in there he'd just casually say "yeah, because you said you liked them but didn't have any."

↳ also someone who doesn't mind light pda, but would rather kiss in private.

iida

↳ iida is a "play it by the books" typa guy.

↳ dating him would be full of stereotypical romantic things, but it's still special.

↳ expect this man to have flowers in his hand, ready for you, before every time he takes you out on a date.

↳ iida's your biggest motivator, he always pushes you to do your best.

↳ would not initiate pda (especially in school), but in public he would like to hold your hand or have you hold his arm.

tokoyami

↳ tokoyami is a very romantic lover.

↳ his aesthetic shows through all the gifts he gets you, though.

↳ he gets you black or dark purple colored flowers.

↳ he is always looking for ways to take care of you.

↳ tokoyami opens doors for you, carries your books, he's just completely whipped for you.

↳ he doesn't mind pda at all, he thinks that having you by his side is a sight that everyone should see.

shinso

↳ shinso knows you better than anyone else.

↳ the only time that shinso was afraid to speak his mind with you was when he first confessed.

↳ ever since you two got together, he's gotten extremely comfortable with you.

↳ he loves to get you gifts, especially squishmallows.

↳ every time you two are out and about he insists that he gets you one.

↳ in his defense, he just wants you to stay comfortable When you're laying in bed at home.

↳ shinso also wouldn't mind pda, he loves letting people know that he loves you.

monoma

↳ monoma was a passionate lover.

↳ anything he did for you, it had to be perfect.

↳ whether that be gifts, dates, or even simple at home hangouts, he always made sure to do some grand gesture for you.

↳ monoma loves to give you flowers, seeing you post about it on your story and tagging him in said post makes his day.

↳ he wants to show the world how good of a boyfriend he is.

↳ more importantly, he wanted to make you feel loved and important.

↳ monoma's the type of person to cringe at couples who make out in the hallways, so light pda is good for him.

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GP is a King and he has a very good Blade. About 1.2k. cw: mentions of blood and death (slightly-but-not-really graphic).

Gianpiero is in the middle of the new tax legislation discussion when one of the nobles falls to the ground with a blade between his ribs.

He isn't expecting it, but he still doesn't flinch, while many of the other nobles jump back with various degrees of surprised or horrified exclamations. One of them goes as far as tripping on his own feet, almost falling to the floor too which, in Gianpiero's opinion, is honestly quite an over-exaggeration.

He ignores them, grabbing another one of the papers on the table and clearing is throat over the sounds of the man choking on his own blood.

He would be quite happy to go back to the negotiations, eager to get this done as soon as possible, but he's obviously not that lucky today.

"Your Majesty!" one of the other nobles calls, sounding outraged.

When Gianpiero looks at him, there's the same degree of outrage on his face too, turned up to the max probably to hide the fear underneath. It's admirable, really, or at least more so than the openly confused and shocked faces of everyone else.

"Yes?" he prompts, when the noble doesn't continue.

"Your Majesty, Count Wimark...."

"Count Wimark is guilty of crimes against the crown," Gianpiero interrupts, steely. He doesn't exactly knows what those crimes are, but the nobles don't need to know that, and those daggers have never found an innocent victim. As soon as he had seen the blue and golden hilt, he had known it was treason.

The noble opens his mouth as if to speak again, which is an impressive show of determination that, in other circumstances, Gianpiero would allow. But as he's wanting to get this finished before dinner, he cuts him off again.

"Do you think knives fly around my halls without my knowledge, or permission?" he presses, before gesturing towards the guards around the room with a sweeping motion. "Or that my guards would be standing there doing nothing?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty, but..."

The man on the floor stops choking, and as he falls silent the other men around the table bring their fingers to their heart, and then to the sky, hopefully guiding his soul upwards. Gianpiero doesn't move.

"Count Wilmark was guilty, and he met his punishment," he reiterates firmly. "Does anyone want to argue with that?"

He looks around the room, giving the nobles a chance to speak, even if he knows nobody will. If anyone knows something, talking would make them guilty too, and if they don't, they can't protest either.

When a minute has passed, Gianpiero turns toward a guard, gesturing to the corpse on the floor.

"Take the body away, and get somebody to clean up, please."

He has to hold back a smirk when the nobles look at the positions of the guards and of the body being dragged away, and realise they have no idea where the dagger came from.

Uneasiness blankets the room for the rest of the negotiations which, much to Gianpiero's satisfaction, end before dinner.

--

Gianpiero closes the door of his chambers behind himself, shutting his servants out, and takes two steps into the rooms before unclasping his cloak with a sigh, letting it fall from his shoulders.

He's already going for the first button of his doublet when he realises he never heard the cloak touch the floor.

He turns around just in time to see Max gently placing it on the chest next to the door, not making a single sound.

Any other ruler would be concerned and terrified upon finding a man between their unarmed selves and the door, with no knowledge of how or when he got there, but Gianpiero isn't any other ruler, and Max isn't any other man.

"So, what had he done?" he asks, skipping any pleasantries, fingers going back to his buttons.

"Doubting me?" Max counters, eyes icy for a second, before they crinkle in a smile when Gianpiero rolls his.

"Just curious."

He hands his doublet to Max, who lays it down on the chest on top of the cloak, but doesn't start on the shirt's strings.

"He stole wheat destined for the castle, overcharged his people, and tried to convince the neighboring Lord to marry his twelve years old daughter to him to merge their counties," Max lists.

Gianpiero raises an eyebrow.

"That's not pleasant, but I didn't know we were punishing tax fraud and being power hungry with death."

Max glares at him, before offering him his hand, a small velvet pouch in his palm.

"I am not stupid," he remarks. Unnecessarily so, since Gianpiero knows better than anyone else just how smart he is.

He doesn't comment on it though, taking the pouch instead and opening it slowly.

"Be careful," Max says softly, offering his palm again for Gianpiero to dump the contents of the small bag in it.

A brooch comes tumbling out, delicate gold wrapping itself around three sparkling blue gems. It's not Gianpiero's style, but it's rather pretty.

"Are we declaring war on accessories?"

Max doesn't deign him of an answer, carefully opening the jewel and tilting it slightly, light catching on the pin. It shines green.

"Ah," Gianpiero breathes out, impressed again, both by the ingenuity of the noble, whom he had believed quite empty-headed before today, and by Max's intelligence. "Poisoned?"

"Cursed," Max says curtly. "He was planning on giving it to you at dinner. Your cloak would have choked you to death."

Gianpiero nods, watching as Max puts the brooch away and makes it disappear somewhere in his pockets. He doesn't fully know what the plan following his death would have been, but he does understand the Count's death better now.

He knows that, if Max had wanted, the Count would have been dead before touching the ground. Piercing his lungs and making him choke in his own blood had been a choice.

He reaches forward, cupping Max's cheek, and watching in amazement as he closes his eyes, leaning into it. The most dangerous and deadly man Gianpiero has ever met, in the palm of his hand. His very own human Blade.

"You did good," he murmurs, and something loosens in Max's shoulders.

No matter how many men Max kills for him, how many secrets he finds, how many times Gianpiero tells him he's his most precious, his most trusted, there's always a part of Max who expects to receive back the same violence he brings to others.

It's that, and the love Gianpiero has for him, that makes him want to be extra gentle with him.

"Come on, let's go to bed."

Max nods, opening his eyes again, already reaching forward to help Gianpiero with his clothes.

The water in the bath has cooled down from the scalding temperature it had been when the servants had left, and they both sink into it gratefully, letting its warmth wash away the tension of the day.

Their skin is still damp when they get under the covers, and they stick together as Gianpiero drags Max over his chest, pressing a kiss in his hair.

"Thank you," he tells him, not because he has to, but because he can.

"Always, my King," Max replies, already sounding half asleep.

Like for all of Max's promises, Gianpiero knows there is no breaking this one either, and he falls asleep easily, sure that his Blade will keep him safe.

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okay okay but imagine crying in todoroki's arm's and he barely knows you.

you've known todoroki for years and you were even in the same class together but you never associated, you knew midoriya since middle school and were on friendly terms, especially after both deciding to become heroes, those friendly terms became even friendlier and he became one of your best friends.

during ua you both made other friends, midoriya had his own circle and so did you, he had people like iida and todoroki and tsuyu, while you became close with mina and katsuki and ejirou.

after ua you joined fatgum's agency and because of that you met tamaki. you never interacted before while you both were at ua. the more time you spent together you became an item of sorts, neither of you wanted to put a label on it because you were both to nervous to have that conversation. you thought it was a mutual silent understanding that it wasn't just sexual or a small crush, you assumed that he loved you like you loved him, you regret that very much. you were very naive in that aspect.

you were excited to see tamaki, even though you only saw him yesterday you still missed him but that excitement changed to a sinking feeling in the bottom of your stomach. you saw him with mirio, that in it's self isn't anything noteworthy but the way he was reacting...

all the warmth left your body. your 'boyfriend' is in love and it's not with you. you thought he was in love and he is but just not the way you thought.

you can't help crying.

later on that night you go to talk to tamaki trying not to jump to any conclusions but there isn't anything that he can say that convinces you otherwise, he says he likes you but he doesn't look at you, he says he doesn't like mirio but it's the least convincing thing you've ever heard.

you leave immediately after and you want to be comforted you want to feel safe. you know there are people you could go to but you don't want anyone else, you want izuku, you want him to tell you it's okay and you calm your breathing.

you knock of midoriya's door rather loudly and instead of izuku opening it it's todoroki instead, "oh if you're looking for midoriya he's still at the agency i'm just here to get my-" he finally takes you in properly and sees you, your eyes are puffy and your nose is stuffy, he can tell you're trying to breathe properly, "are you okay?"

you don't think of much when todoroki opens the door, you can't wait for midoriya or try and find someone else, sure you don't really know todoroki but a body is body. you throw yourself at him, sobbing violently and falling to the ground dragging him with you.

he's shocked, he doesn't know much about you just that you're close to midoriya and bakugou and he didn't expect you to randomly just hug him. yes, todoroki is a kind man but he is also reserved and quiet, you're not friends, so he finds it odd to seek such comfort like hugging someone who you barely know. feeling awkward of this gesture but mostly surprised he pats your back a couple times, he doesn't know how to comfort you, he doesn't know you and luckily you start filling in any silence as you start spewing words between shallow breathes and shaky voice.

it doesn't matter to you that this is todoroki, right now you just need to hold onto something, right now you just need to cry and to have someone tell you it's alright. "i've been dat-dating this guy for the last t-three months and it's been going well b-but it's not l-l-like it's official and-and-and he loves his best friend and-" you just keep going, it's barely understandable but he can just about make it all out.

the longer you tell your story the more comfortable he gets in the position he's in, now instead of patting your back he's got his arms wrapped loosely around your lower back, he doubts you could even feel the gesture but he does it anyway, he thinks that if you do it's more comforting and the more you talk he has a feeling that you are comfortable with someone touching you, he really should have worked that one out earlier straight after he opened the door though...

you're crying so much his shirt is getting wet and he hopes midoriya is back soon.

i don't even know if i should post this with tags lmao . i wrote this the last ten minutes before i fell asleep because i thought the idea of it was funny. todoroki is probably realllyyyyy ooc in this but shhhhhh let tired lana giggle at silly things

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Young zaundads wip (39)

***

The next issue is whose name to use. Silco argues that it's mostly Vander's money and Vander argues that it's Silco's bright idea. They call a truce to go to bed and by the next night, Silco's changed his mind.

"We'll put it in my name," he says. "It's not technically illegal but if the enforcers come calling, they won't have anything on you if your name isn't on it."

It's a noble gesture, Vander can see that, but the idea of Silco locked away in the dark… it sits in his stomach like a stone.

"As you said," Silco adds, aiming for comforting and hitting a false brightness instead, "it's my idea. If there are consequences, it should fall on me."

"That's ridiculous. Of the two of us, I'm far more likely to make new friends. And if that didn't work, you know I'd be able to handle myself."

"We are not arguing over which of us is more likely to survive Stillwater." It's a sign of how annoyed Silco is that he snaps his notebook shut and pushes away from the desk. "I've survived here. I would survive there."

"You're crazy if you think I'd let them take you away without a fight," Vander snarls, stepping in close. 

Silco doesn't back down, doesn't even step away. No, he tilts his head back to stare Vander down. "There'd be no point. You wouldn't win."

"I know I wouldn't! But you can't expect me to just let it happen!"

"And then what? We're both stuck in Stillwater?" Silco demands, one bony finger poking at Vander's chest. "The smart thing to do is have someone on the outside who will try to bribe your way out."

Silco glares up at him, wild eyed and incensed. It doesn't matter that Vander's right; Silco's not going to admit it tonight. Curling forward, Vander rests his forehead against Silco's, eyes closed. He holds Silco's arms in a loose grip, fingers loose against the worn cotton. "If that's what you want, it needs to be my name on that deed. I'm not going to think clearly if something happens to you."

Silco gives a small shake of his head but he lets the matter rest for the night. There's still a thrumming tension between them so they sleep on their sides, back to back. Vander falls asleep with the solid warmth of Silco behind him and wakes up in the morning to find Silco's still mad at him. For something Vander hasn't even done yet.

"Are you still angry at me hypothetically attacking enforcers for you?" Vander asks as Silco shoves his arms into his jacket with unnecessary force. He rethinks the wisdom of bringing it up before breakfast when Silco spins around to glare at him. 

"It would be a waste," Silco bites back. If anything, he's angrier than last night. Like he's had time to simmer over all the reasons Vander is wrong. "A complete waste! Why throw your life away just because mine's ruined? It won't fix anything, it won't save me. It's a completely pointless gesture."

It's too much before Vander's even had breakfast. "What else am I going to do, Silco? What am I going to do without you?"

"The same thing you did before you met me. See your friends. Work. Find some new pretty thing," Silco spits out but that incandescent anger is starting to fade.

Vander lifts a hand to Silco's cheek. His hands have always been big, strong and clumsy, but Vander likes easily he can cradle Silco's face. His thumb brushes Silco's temple while his palm rests against Silco's jaw, the loose slide of Silco's hair under his fingertips. "I don't want anyone else."

Silco gives him that look. That 'I don't need you to buy me food' look. That 'don't waste your money on me' look. That look that tries to be discouraging, tries to hide how much he likes it when Vander does. 

"I'm not saying you do," Silco says, wrapping a hand around Vander's wrist, fingers cool and gentle. He tilts his head down to press a kiss to the heel of Vander's hand, and then nips at the skin, a sudden drag of sharp teeth. "I'm not saying it would be easy, but we can't both… If I get dragged away to Stillwater, it's not going to make me feel better to know you're rotting beside me. I'd rather know you were out here, living."

Vander understands that, he does, but… It makes him feel like he's seventeen again, holding his ma's cold hand and wondering what he's supposed to do now. Like he's nine years old, waiting at the dock, waiting for a small fishing boat that never returns. "I don't want to be left behind again."

Silco pulls him down into a hug. Tucks Vander's head against his shoulder and runs a soothing hand up and down Vander's back. Keeps his other hand tight on the back of Vander's head, holding him close. "I'm not going anywhere, Vander."

***

Vander's not sure if he wins the argument but they do settle on using Vander's name on the paperwork. Not because Silco's seen sense. Not because he admits that of the two of them, Vander's going to have an easier time in prison and Silco's more likely to figure out a way to get him out. No, Silco agrees because Benzo, of all people, says, "Do you think the company would take it?"

Silco looks up from his plate, the food on his fork forgotten. "What?"

"As payment for your debts," Benzo says casually, scooping up a spoonful of the grey-brown stew. "If you actually get a market working there, if it makes money, do you think the company would be interested?"

It's not a thought that ever occurred to Vander. From the expression on Silco's face, he hadn't thought of it either.

It turns out that Silco considers the company a bigger threat than enforcers. Enforcers might stretch their powers if it suits them -- but only if it suits them -- but the company has been lurking over Silco's shoulder all his life. He's not going to risk them having any claim over this.

The end of the month is only a few days away and Silco's certain they'll have enough to pay for the land transfer and their next few shipments. He's already made arrangements with Babette for clothes and has started filling out the forms in painstakingly neat letters, allowing the ink to dry thoroughly before he moves the page.

Silco carefully places the pen on the desk. "I supposed there's no chance one of your parents had a family name?"

"I called them Dad and Ma," Vander replies, fixing the torn seam on his shirt. His stitches always come out bigger than his ma's would have been but they do the job.

"As in a surname," Silco clarifies, looking over his shoulder.

Vander snorts. "I'm not a Piltie."

"We need something for the form." Silco wanders over the three steps to Vander sitting on the floor, his shirt over his lap. "Whatever you like because there's no way they can prove it isn't your name."

"Huh." Vander pulls the thread through and carefully makes the next stitch. "Let me think on it."

***

[dulc3vida]

if there was one thing you loved to do with pope, it was sucking his dick.

it gave you purpose. you never felt more important than when you were on your knees, worshipping his cock. pope was always very vocal, telling you how to suck and stroke, when to spit, and praising you endlessly.

"ohhh fuck." pope gripped your hair, the braided pigtails serving as handlebars as he guided you up and down. right now, the two of you were occupying john b's room at the chateau. hanging out with sarah was always a good cover for sneaking around with pope. your parents were happy to leave you unsupervised with either one of the cameron siblings so you took advantage of sarah's friendship. you thanked god for sarah. it made moments like this possible.

pope's grip on your hair became tighter as he began using your mouth like a fleshlight. the obscene wet sounds of you moaning and gagging on his dick filled the room along with the chorus of his own moans. your face was wet with your saliva and it was starting to drip onto john b's sheets. "i'm- i'm..." pope sputtered as he forced your head down, holding it in place as he shot his cum all down your throat.

it sat warm in your belly and you almost didn't want to come back up for air. you did though and while pope layed back on the bed, chest heaving with each breath he took, you held his cock and finished the ritual by cleaning him up.

"pope! we kinda gotta problem." john b's voice accompanied a knock at the door.

"so deal with it." pope grumbled and tossed a pillow at the door.

"rafe's here." it was sarah this time. just the sound of his name and you felt the tug of the diamond encrusted leash and chain tightening around your neck and yanking you far away from pope. you got up while pope put himself away and you checked out the window. sure enough, rafe was stepping out of his truck and approaching the house.

you opened the door to the room and faced sarah, who looked at you amusedly. you hadn't even gotten to clean yourself up and the evidence of your infidelity was all over your face. "john b's stalling." she grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. there, she pulled out makeup wipes, lip balm and perfume.

"you don't care that i'm cheating on your brother?"

"he's cheating on you and doesn't feel bad about it. i just wish you were getting more from him."

sarah stuck a piece of gum between your lips and insisted on kissing you to make sure rafe wouldn't taste or smell anything.

"just to be safe, babe." she cupped your face with her hands and kissed you, basically forcing your lips open so she could taste you completely. sarah always took any opportunity she could to experiment with you. she was like her brother in that way, always taking. "mm..." she moaned a little. "perfect. come on."

"jesus sarah, what did i tell you about bringing her around here? you can slum it down here all you want but i don't want her around your little pogue friends." rafe hadn't been expecting to see you here. he was only instructed to come pick sarah up from john b's place by his dad. as far as he was concerned, you were doing some bible study bullshit as he called it.

the rest of the pogues gathered on the lawn to watch the scene, pope sitting and watching you intently. rafe didn't like this. rafe never liked anyone, let alone pope, thinking he could have what was his. rafe knows that pope was probably using whatever nerd charm he had to get in close with you, the virginal weirdo he called a girlfriend.

"c'mere." rafe wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in deep for a kiss, pressing you against the front of his truck.

rafe always liked putting on a show. he moved his hands up your shirt, squeezing your tits before pulling away and opening your car door for you. pope watched the exchange, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. it was simple things, like watching rafe kiss you after you were just choking on his dick, that made it all worth it.

you got in the truck with sarah, only the two of you knowing everything you got up to on your little adventure to the cut.

@starfxkrinc been thinking about them and sarah alot lately (also rafesarah)

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Silco Oral HCs + Trans Viktor

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Nerve Damage, Oral Sex, Trans Viktor, Viktor doesn't want a dick and that's okayyyy

Thinking about how odd Silco's lips must feel around dick. 

One side so stiff, barely moving. The other side supple and fluid.

He probably had to retrain part of his face.

Do stretches and things, even though it likely hurt.

There's probably some nerve issues there too. Has trouble feeling when when spit starts to run down the side of his chin.

He's angry/mortified, the first time a casual/temporary partner reached to wipe it away, because he didn't know it was there.

Also his lips are scarred on one side and that tissue is probably a little harder.

The first casual partner makes a little face when Silco first wraps his mouth around them, because that doesn't feel quite right? And they don't know if they like it.

its also why he prefers trans men

the first trans man he eats out after The Incident is just squirmy as fuck and panting like yeah yeah yeah that feels SO GOOD

He's surprised at how useful his nose is. It's the first time having a big nose felt like a positive.

Viktor putting off sleeping with Silco because the last time he thought someone would understand that he wasn't interested in bottom surgery, they definitely did not understand. He doesn't want to go through that again.

Meanwhile, Silco is eyeing him up constantly, full of hunger and longing, wanting to bury his face in that pussy that he's certain is as gorgeous as Viktor is.

It's been weeks since they've started seeing each other in secret, and while Silco is a patient man, he can feel the hunger in Viktor's kiss and can see how his eyes darken just moments before he excuses himself for the night.

He can see that hint of wetness in Viktor's slacks too, as he moves, and he wonders what's holding Viktor back.

The next time Viktor excuses himself, Silco grabs his wrist before he stands.

"Wait," Silco loosens his grip and sighs. "I will wait...forever for you." He brings Viktor's hand up and places the soft side of his lips to Viktor's palm. "But I wish I knew why you're denying yourself so."

Viktor feels something stutter inside him at how Silco is looking at him. So soft and yearning.

"The last person I...." Viktor looks away, regretful. He hesitates for a long moment and then says, "He didn't understand. That I'm...content. With how I look now. He thought....he expected me to change, to...want to."

"Darling, I wouldn't dare expect you to change for me or anyone else," Silco lets Viktor go and his hand goes to his scar. 

"How could I not accept you for everything you are, when you've done the same for me?"

Viktor looks at him, feeling so....struck by what Silco said

Silco takes the moment to lean forward, wrapping his arm around Viktor's waist like before, pulling him closer. 

"Stay," he requests, ducking his head to kiss Viktor's neck. "Let me show you how perfect you are."

"Okay," Viktor whispers, voice trembling a little. Runs his hands over his strong shoulders. "Okay, love."

Nerves at the base of Silco's skull ignite when he hears Viktor call him love and he trails his lips up along Viktor's jaw before catching his mouth again.

He reaches down between them, spreading his palm on the inside of Viktor's thigh, tips of his fingers teasing the crease of Viktor's hip.

Viktor let's out a noise that's part whimper and part moan. He can feel the heat through his slacks, can feel the pressure near his mound.

Silco twists his wrist at his finger tips, stroking upward now, over Viktor's pants and pressing his middle finger through the wet spot Viktor had already soaked through between his legs. He practically swallows Viktor's gasp before bringing his damp finger to his mouth and slipping in between his lips. 

Viktor is staring at Silco groans at the taste before leaving Viktor on the couch and dropping to his knees between Viktor's legs.

Viktor wasn't certain what he'd expected from Silco's pleading words, but Silco on his knees, pushing his legs further apart, hadn't been it. 

Viktor starts to wonder if he's delirious when Silco opens the placket of his slacks with steady, confident hands.

Silco leans back as he pulls Viktor's pants down to his knees before ducking under the fabric and resting Viktor's thighs on his shoulder. He looks up at Viktor and gives him a one sided grin before he dives between Viktor's folds.

"H-ha -- fuck!"

Viktor almost jumps into Silco's mouth, because oh oh oh, he hasn't had a face buried in his pussy in quite some time. Especially not one with such a prominent nose. And this is so---Viktor digs his fingers into the cushions.

Silco moans at Viktor's taste and laps up as much of Viktor's juices that he can, as if he had been lost in the sands of Shurima for days. He lets Viktor grind against his nose as he drags his tongue along Viktor's walls.

Viktor wants to watch but the way it feels makes his back arch, head tipping back against the couch.

He loses the ability to form coherent sentences soon enough.

And Silco is so smug, because this is what he wanted. This was what Viktor deserved.

Silco's hands wrap around Viktor's thighs like a lifeline, pulling them open ever so much more as he listens to Viktor falling apart above him. He tips his nose up only to suck on Viktor's clit, the boy's legs shaking on either side of his head as he hastens Viktors climax.

Silco grunts when one of Viktor's hands shoots to his head and grips his hair.

Viktor lets out a stream of keening noises, broken up with a frantic please

Viktor's other hand is splayed over Viktor's face as he pants.

Janna, but he'd never fucking squirted before. That was--

Viktor doesn't have the words.

He doesn't have much time to think of them either as Silco continues to move his fingers slowly, not quite easing out of him ever. 

Viktor gasps as he feels Silco press his nose back to his sensitive hood, and he chases the pleasure, grinding down against it. He moves slowly against Silco until he comes again, moaning as he let himself enjoy the oversensitive glow.

"Darling boy," is what Silco murmurs when he withdraws finally, only far enough to tease adoring kisses along Viktor's trembling thigh

Viktor grasps at Silco's vest, tugging on it. "Come back, please" 

Silco slides back up Viktor's body, pushing his knee into Viktor's crotch. "I'm right here," he whispers against Viktor's lips before kissing him.

Viktor chokes on a laugh when he hears a ripping sound.

It's his fucking pants, stretched taut by his legs spreading wider to accommodate Silco's torso, etc

Silco smiles. "I'll replace those."

Viktor just nods, hands now cupping Silco's face, and then the two are kissing again. He hums at the taste of himself.

Arch + Woods

[impish-baby]

re: both arms cradle you now

how would the family get to coddling and taking care of reader :0?

I assume via reader being forced to be around them and breaking down and regressing, but I'm very curious to hear what you have in mind :3

-🐇

You have the right idea!! Reader essentially can't handle all the stress and breaks down which ends up devolving into more of a tantrum when they regress since they don't know what to do with all the big emotions they're feeling

I won't put everyone's reaction here since I'll save those for the actual fic, but here's some miscellaneous members of the family taking care of reader :>

Aunts Tammie and Lisa (Avery's moms)

"Here, how abouts a slice of pie, sugar?" The older women is already cutting it up, getting a bite ready on an airplane shaped spoon. "Your memaw made it, so you know it'll be good!" She hums, holding the spoon up before doing a winding motion to your mouth. "Vroooom...yummy, huh?" Tammie coos as you eat, getting another bite before you've even finished the first.

"You'll give them a stomach ache." Lisa remarks dryly for across the room, messing around with a stack of papers. "All that sugar at once isn't good."

"Oh, hush up.." Tammie scoffs, rolling her eyes. "What's the best thing when you're sad? Sweets! Leave the little darling alone, if their tummy hurts later, we'll deal with it."

"Uh huh," your other aunt pushes her glasses up to the top of her head as she walks over to the table, setting a few pieces of paper gently down next to you. They're Christmas activies, from coloring pages to connect the dots. "How about we work on these a little, hun? It's not too late to write a letter to Santa either, maybe he can squeeze in a few extra presents by tomorrow."

Oliver (reader's younger half-brother)

You weren't expecting anyone to come find you, at least not for a while, but a little head pokes through the doorway followed by an excited gasp.

"Hi!" The kid practically dives when he runs over to kneel in front of your curled up form, a bear stuffie clutched in one hand. "Momma said to leave you alone cause you're really upset, but.. but I wanted to try to help a little!"

His smile doesn't falter as you sniffle, holding the plush out to you expectantly. "They're my favorite, but you can hold them! Promise they'll make you feel better."

When you gingerly take the item from him, he looks like you just gave him the world. "Yeah, good job!" Oliver can't seem to sit still, hopping back up onto his feet immediately. "Do you want to watch a movie? You get to pick cause you're crying!"

[sugarpasteltmnt]

Maybe I reading this wrong but this popped into my head on a reread: Does Leo like fighting his family not only to feel their ninpo but also because fighting is the only way he has had physical contact in the last five years? If it is that just makes every fight scene all the more angst filled, not that they needed help in that particular aspect. Thank you so much for writing an amazing story.

I'M

THIS IS DEVASTATING AND I LOVE IT

[britneyshakespeare]

I had a dream I was following my work crush's Goodreads account. I didn't FIND it in the dream—I was already following it. A fascinating concept because I probably follow less than 10 accounts on Goodreads so I remember following every one of them, and he had his full ass name on there for some reason. And he was showing up on my feed because he has been very active going through lists of interesting lists I would frankly not expect the average young white man from New Hampshire to be reading, and marking things "want to read"

[invinciblerodent]

(oh, i should not be trying to playfully weigh in on a "who's your LEAST favorite companion?" post, it starts off lighthearted and then it makes me go on my Fenris-rant again)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[sleeperagentclone]

I am too socially inept to deal with all the weird people my dad has collected over the years

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC "Pick Me Up"

The stream goes live on the first day of the school year. It's the usual song and dance - mad laughing, threats, poor jokes, terror, and about thirty kids huddled together in a classroom behind Joker's back. Tim recognizes it as one of the Gotham Academy classrooms. Dick can't imagine the horror those kids' parents must be feeling right now. Jason jokes about middle school traumatic experiences. Damian is feeling very justified for skipping classes today.

Bruce, all suited up in his Batman garb, is making his way to the Academy as fast as he possibly can. Those are kids.

Gotham is once again anxiously kept on the edge of their seats, watching as Joker decides to interview the kids on their learning experience so far. Something about leaving a good first impression on the new generation or some other bullshit. Most kids stutter over their words - it's true that Gothamites are way more composed when facing life-threatening events, but those kids are only fourteen or fifteen for the most part. They are not old enough to keep their cool in the face of a murder clown.

That is, until Joker points his camera at one of the girls. Black hair in a high ponytail, blue eyes without a trace of fear, a slightly displeased, even bored expression on her face. She looks straight into the camera, not even waiting for the laughing madman to finish his question, and deadpans:

"I don't think I like school. Pick me up, please."

Joker sputters.

"Not so scared, I see," he sneers, and, in the next moment, a comically large gun painted in purples and greens is pointed to the girl's forehead, "How about now?"

The girl scrunches her nose and makes a so-so gesture.

"It's kinda meh," she admits, "Like, yeah, points for style, but you know, size doesn't matter. It's all in the technique."

Dick snorts over the comms. It's a bad time for laughing, sure, but the phrase caught him off-guard. This is not what you'd expect to hear from a teen, and definitely not something you'd expect anyone to say to the Joker. Jason's comms are muted, but Barbara knows he also laughed a little.

"Technique, you say?" Joker hisses, pressing the gun closer to the girl's head, and she winces, leaning away from it, almost as if she is disgusted by the touch.

"Yeah, I mean, guns are not that scary anyway. What are you gonna do with them, blast my brains all over the floor? Been there, done that," the girl shrugs, "Kinda nasty, but overall, it's just like slime, only sticky." She pauses and looks to the side, seemingly lost in thought, "Huh, maybe we should have added Borax to it. Or was it baking soda?.."

"Listen here, you little brat," Joker's fingers catch the girl's chin, and his voice becomes sickeningly menacing. Bruce is almost there, just two more minutes. Tim is already grappling onto the wall.

But none of them get to finish.

"Put your dirty fingers away from my sister," a low, cold, and even in a way that speaks of barely contained fury, voice comes from out of the screen.

The camera spins, like whoever is holding it turned really fast, and everyone watching the stream sees a fairly normal guy standing by the window - a turtleneck and ripped jeans, same black hair as the girl, same blue eyes... Wait, they are not blue.

And that's not a guy.

The camera falls down to the floor, and there are a lot of panicked screams coming from the broadcast now, but none of them sound like children's voices. It's the screams of adults, of grown-ass men, and later, someone even claimed they heard Joker's scream among them, too. The picture on camera glitches a few times, and the angle is awkward, but everyone still gets to see how shadows in the room morph into eyes, wide open and green, and how the darkness grows sharp teeth, countless grinning mouths that don't belong to any faces.

Screams turn into gargling and then to quiet whispers, filling the ears of all those listening with countless words in languages they don't know.

Red Robin turns off the recording and looks to that same guy from the levestream, sitting across him on the couch. The guy - Daniel, or Danny, as he introduced himself - looks him in the eyes and raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, and?"

"How did you do it?" Tim asks for the third time this evening. Danny blinks.

"Did what?" He asks, completely incomprehending. Tim groans. He's been trying to get his answers, any answers at this point, from the guy for thirty fucking minutes already. So far, he's got nothing. Danny, whoever the fuck he is, proves to be the most annoying human being on Earth.

"Seven people in a coma, including Joker himself, with no physical injuries and none of the children remember a thing! How?!" He demands, and a girl's face peeks from around the corner:

"I remember!"

Tim snaps his head at her, "What do you remember?"

The girl pauses, blinks, and looks to Danny. Then shrugs, "My brother picked me up from school."

Tim drops his head down and breathes out in frustration. He can't force the information out of civilians, he is a vigilante, not a mafia.

"Would it make you feel better if I promise not to do it again?" Danny asks, and his voice is way too innocent for Tim to believe him. He raises his head to look the guy in his shameless, amused eyes.

"I hate you."

"Thanks," Danny grins.

[misayani]

HONEY (R U COMING?) — SE-MI (PLAYER 380)

◜ pairing ... se-mi / player 380 x  fem reader

◜arrogant and bratty reader (044) recruiting se-mi (380) for the second game

𔗨 author's note — wasn't seeing enough fanfics for my baby so ... [lowercase intended]

"i dont see anyone else that's good enough for us" you hear gyeong-su comment with a huff. 

you're currently standing with three idiots—thanos, gyeong-su, and nam-gyu, slightly distanced from the three with your arms crossed against your chest and while your twirl your hair. 

"yo thanos, what are we going to do?" nam-gyu's irritating voice cut through all the noise of other people communicating.

thanos turned to him, his head bopping, motherfucker's high again. "i don't fucking care man, let them come to us. i mean, who wouldn't want to be with the great thanos!" 

both men chuckled as nam-gyu speaks up once again, "what about you 044? make yourself useful, can't just sit pretty doing nothing eh?".

"and you call yourself useful?" you scoff as you turned around to face the three, eyebrows raised. thanos smirked at you as you sighed, "fine, i'll make myself useful. no one would probably even care to join you, even if you begged." 

"you bitc—" nam-gyu would've reached you already if it weren't for thanos holding him back while cackling at the both of you.

with one last huff, you strutted your way to the crowd, scanning around the room for someone who met your personal standards—hot, unbothered, and most specially, a woman. 

your eyes landed on a person wearing a jacket with the number '380'. with a confident smirk, you walked towards the woman whose back is facing you and talking to someone.

"leave." your voice broke their conversation as they both looked at you. you eyes were darted to the boy specifically, him being the one you told to leave.

"w-what?" the boy stuttered, looking at you bewildered.

you furrow your eyesbrows, taking a step closer to the boy, "do i seriously need to get you hearing aids? i said leave." 

the boy scrambled away before you can even take your second step to him. with a pleased smile, you turned to the utterly attractive woman who looked at you with an amused expression.

"join me." short and straight to the point. you were confidently sure that she would just say yes and come with you— surely, who in their right minds would turn down a pretty girl's offe-

"why should i?" she voices out. oh. my. fucking. god is her voice so alluring. her looks already made your legs feel like jelly and then comes her voice?— yes lord.

snapping out of your fantasies, you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at her with an expression that read 'how dare you?' 

"a-are you serious? why shouldn't you?" you looked at her up and down in attempt to intimidate her, but really just an excuse to check her out.

"can't just expect me to join you after rudely making the boy i was talking to leave, sweetheart." she crosses her arms as she made her way closer.

sweetheart. heat rushed to your cheeks and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

"what do you want me to do then? he doesn't look like someone who's good enough to join forces with in a death game like this anyways." you rebut. 

"and you think you're good enough?" she smirks at you. before you could even utter another word, she straights up and looks down at you—caused by height difference, making you feel small— and chuckles.

"what's your name and give me one good reason why i should join you."

you told her your name, which made you sound too eager for your liking, before you straightened yourself up and flicked you hair to the back.

 "i'll make sure you win. team up with someone who actually looks like they're capable of winning instead of someone who looks like a lost puppy." your eyes darted to the boy she was talking to earlier who was now talking to other people before returning your gaze to her.

she crosses her arms and brings a finger to her mouth to bite down on and stares at you, which made you scream internally. what the fuck. how can someone be this hot?

after some silence between you two, she spoke up "fine. but if i lose, i'll come for you."

huh. 'come for me?' won't be such a bad idea, right? the thoughts made you smirk as you boldy traveled your eyes over her figure. 

"oh, i think you have me mistaken. i won't mind at all if you came for me" your voice sounded innocent, but your words were laced with an obvious innuendo.

"oh?" she smirks. before you could even let her finish her sentence, you speak up once again to avert the topic.

"how will you come for me if you die anyways?" you roll your eyes to try and hide your flustered state. "which, by the way, you won't. my group is decent, me being the best member of course." 

and as if on cue, thanos and the two made their way to the both of you, his annoying voice dominating the noise surrounding you. 

"there you are doll, been lookin for you." you scoff at his words as thanos turns to face 380, which you still don't know the name of, "and who is this señorita?"

you opened your mouth to say something but 380 beat you to it. "se-mi. she recruited me." she says, nodding to you. 

moanable name. you thought.

"really? another woman? you already make this team weak." nam-gyu yaps as he turns to face you, saliva escaping his mouth. filthy.

you scoff as you step away and point your finger at him, "fucking shut your mouth. you haven't done shit to this team. your ass can't fucking talk." 

before a fight between you two broke out, gyeong-su already restrained nam-gyu. thanos whistles, "well. there's that."

the purple-haired man throws his arm over your shoulders and faced nam-gyu. "let's not talk shit now eh? we're a fucking team!" he yells as he raised his free arm up, "try not to kill each other off, we still have games to play."

nam-gyu rolls his eyes and se-mi watches the scene unfold, snickering.

"now come on my folks, come on." thanos frees you from his hold as he walked through the crowd, arms spread as if bragging, with nam-gyu and gyeong-su following.

your lips unsubconsciously turn into a pout as you turned to face se-mi, who was already looking at you.

"cute." she eyes you up and down and starts walking towards thanos' direction. your mouth opens as if you let out a silent gasp at what she said and just stared.

she realized you weren't following so she stopped and turned her head to look at you.

"coming?" she smirks

oh i'm definitely coming.

@misayani

[poppyberry]

Everybody NEEDS to listen to the new Wild Life retrospective on Imp and Skizz's podcast. They got Grian called in and they give so many cool insights into the series (and honestly say so many things I think people need to hear)

Highlights for me:

Grian designed each wild card to be weaponized and wanted everyone to take advantage of them. He goes over each individually and all the thought he put into them and all the work the backend team put into their execution. He's rightfully really proud of them. Him gushing about Trivia Bot and how excited he was to show his friends the "coolest snail ever" is particularly sweet.

Skizz says discovering each wild card was a LOT of fun. He says something like "I can't believe as an adult I get to have so much fun." Impulse is really impressed with the execution of each, citing stuff like making it rain when the time one activated and the passive mobs spawning in before being replaced, and how the little details like that built excitement and tension.

Grian says how he understands that some viewers maybe just want more seasons of the essentially the same series, ie six seasons of just Third Life, but it's more important to him that the Lifers get to experience something new and fresh. He also doesn't like comparing each series, preferring to consider each one as its own thing.

Impulse can't wait to do another Life series, Skizz is equally excited but tries to hold discussion about it back since he doesn't want anyone pressuring Grian, who is palpably burned out. Like, you can hear how tired this man is. Grian says there will probably be more series since everyone is still enjoying it, but he's not trying to outdo himself and not to expect him to keep escalating.

Skizz always tries to do something new each season yet feels like he always falls back into the same habits and dynamics, but not this time: he feels like he got to explore a new dynamic with the Spanners and had a blast doing it. He and Grian gush about how much fun they had with their "big brother trying to keep his little brothers alive" routine.

They have a grand time making fun of Impulse and his "Sweats". Impulse is unabashedly still hungry to win a series.

Impulse didn't want to kill zombie Skizz, because of the five minute cooldown, but Skizz makes clear that he was really happy with being a zombie, even if there was a lot of doing nothing in between summons. He says it means a lot to him that he got to help with the burden of facilitating the series, even just a little bit.

Grian gives good insight into his personal life strategy: he does some things to deliberately test his relationship with other players. Standing in the Danger Zone was a trust exercise, testing Jimmy and Scar. Jimmy and Scar failed.

Despite Scar failing the trust exercise, Grian heard the disappointment in Scar's voice about the Snail Bot thing and immediately caved, but he's really happy that it led them to in-canon reconciling and becoming strong allies again.

Grian's favorite moment was making Jimmy pay for the failed trust exercise by blowing up the bunker, particularly pleased with his one liner of "it was always gonna be like this". He says Wild Life as a whole has been the most enjoyable series for him, even though he didn't get to have as much fun as the other players due to knowing all the wild cards.

All three of them gush over the scene of everybody failing to kill Joel as he teleports around, laughing about how it was straight out of a movie or an anime. Impulse feels like Joel took his superpower to a new level, but Grian reminds him the he didn't have an army chasing him around trying to kill him. They're all super impressed with how the finale turned out.

Some of the powers were assigned (Cleo, BigB, BDubs, Scar, Lizzie), some were random (Impulse, Martyn). Some were based on players' names, others on their personal narratives, but coming up with ~16 different powers without including any that would just be exploited for cheap instakills was really difficult, which is why there were so many espionage ones. Hilariously, Grian was hoping Scar would accidentally kill Jimmy by punching him off a cliff because of their ritual of trying punching in the earlier episodes. He also gave Scar that power because he knew Scar wouldn't feel bad about killing people with it.

Grian chose to give himself the mimic so he could show people how their powers worked if he needed to, and so that it wasn't given to somebody else who'd have to spend the whole session figuring out the mechanics of 15 separate superpowers and potentially dying because of it. And because he thinks its the coolest one and he wanted it (lol)

All around there's tons of fun details and stuff in this episode of the podcast and absolutely everybody should listen to it all the way through.