#he sang with us to falling and was so fucking INTERACTIVE

[logansdoll]

jim beam

navigating life in a new universe was already a bit of a struggle for Logan... and Wade just had to make it worse (or far, far, far better) by giving him a "house-warming gift".

CW: suggestive, profanity, takes place after the events of Deadpool 3, Wade is actually really hard to write for, Logan deserves the world, comfort, angst if you squint, etc.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wade loudly sang, kicking open the door to Logan's apartment with a dramatic flourish.

"Fuck me," Logan groaned from his spot on the couch, closing his eyes and allowing his head to lull back with annoyance.

This defeated the entire purpose of why he got his own apartment in the first place.

To avoid these types of interactions with the most persistently, consistently annoying asshole in the entire multiverse.

"Now, now, is that any way to talk to the friend who's about to bring your long lost lover back from the dead?" Wade tutted, skipping into the living room, taking notice of the bottle of liquor resting in Logan's hand.

'So it's that kinda morning...'

"Jim Beam at 10 am on a Tuesday?" he noted, "Well, I guess it's five o'clock nowhere... so have at it."

"What did you just say?" Logan sat up straight, brows furrowed as he focused on Wade's previous statement.

"Alcoholics everywhere salute you for taking your liver where no organ has gone before."

"Wade."

"I'm honestly starting to believe you do it for the love of the game rather than the expositional, look how sad he is plot device the author is currently using... I mean, seriously? Can we skip past all this bullshit and get to the—"

Quickly, Logan grabbed him by the front of his suit, yanking him closer with an angrily confused expression.

"If anything besides a goddamn answer comes out of your mouth... I will stab you in the face," he growled, spelling out each syllable to further his point. "What the hell do you mean bring her back from the dead?"

To Logan, you were everything

The sun. The moon. The air. The clouds.

Despite seeing all the horrible thing he'd done, and knowing firsthand just how much of an asshole he could be, you still smiled at him.

No matter how many times he pushed you away, you were relentless.

Keeping his room together while he was away finding himself.

Making him meals when you noticed he he'd gone without eating.

Forcing him to take breathers after intense sessions in the Danger Room.

For the longest, he couldn't wrap his head around someone like you caring about a jackass like him.

Until he got fed up and just outright asked.

But, as if nothing, you answered:

"Your past makes think you don't deserve love, Logan," you started, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned up against the counter. "You storm around here with a rude ass attitude and a smart mouth hoping to convince me of that... but if anything, you're only making it worse for yourself."

You smiled, looking up at him with a glint in your eye that sent shocks running down his spine.

"Because in my heart of hearts I know you're a man who wants care and attention, just like everybody else."

With a chuckle, you rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"And I'll keep shovin' dinners down your throat until you realize that."

Despite having everyone else fooled, you saw right through him, and true to your word, you didn't give up.

With every made bed, every meal, every conversation, Logan felt himself falling deeper into your charm, and over a glass of Jim Beam did he finally realize that he was in love with you.

But, like everything else he cared about in this world, you were taken away from him.

Unable to find your body in the rubble of the mansion, he looked high and low, quite literally going to the ends of the Earth to find you.

But after years of searching with nothing to show for it, he returned to the bottle, drowning himself in sorrow and regret.

Or, at least... until now.

"Well, according to the manual, she's not exactly dead, but she is unconscious," Wade answered, matter-of-factly.

"Unconscious?" Logan's brows furrowed, still quite confused.

Freeing himself from the man's grip, Wade stood up, going back around the couch and pulling out a small tablet from his pocket.

"See, I've noticed your humble abode could use a little sprucing, so I went back to our buddies at the TVA and kindly reminded them that you saved the multiverse and, godammnit, you deserve a reward."

"Get to the fuckin' point, jackass," Logan spat, turning to face him.

"So they sent some men back to your universe and found your girl!" Wade cheered, opening up a portal and reaching his hand in, pulling out a cryo-chamber with you inside.

The moment Logan's eyes met your sleeping face, all color and vibrancy seemed to return to the world.

He was at a loss for words.

You were here... not some dream or hallucination of guilt... but actually, truly, physically here.

"Apparently, some science fuckers were keeping her in a black site and testing to see how long she could go without aging. I won't bore you with the details," Wade explained, pulling out a small knife from his boot. "Now, let's break this bad boy open and meet the future Mrs. Wolverine!"

Before Logan could stop him, Wade stabbed the keypad at the side of the chamber, opening the door and sending you falling forward.

In an instant, Logan dropped his bottle and leaped over the couch, catching you just before you could face-plant on the hardwood floor.

"Watch it!" Logan roared, less than happy that you'd only been there for about three minutes and Wade had already almost broken your nose.

"I am so sorry!" Wade gasped, his hands slapping his cheeks in shock. "I didn't think she'd actually fall out the chamber when they told me she'd fall out the chamber... Nice save, though, Romeo."

Turning you over, Logan cupped your cheek, the chill of your skin already beginning to warm.

But you were still out cold, limp in his grasp as he held you close to his chest.

"She's not waking up..." Logan noticed, brows furrowed. "Why the hell isn't she waking up?"

"Easy there, tiger. They told me how long it takes varies from person to person," Wade assured, shutting the portal. "Some take minutes, others hours. It could be a couple of days before she even opens her eyes."

An expression of solemnity slid over Logan's face as he gazed over yours, your skin still so flesh colored, it looked as if you were sleeping.

Just as soft and tender as he remembered.

And he had full intentions on keeping it that way.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he ghosted his hand over your cheek.

In that moment, he swore to himself that he'd never leave you again.

He'd be a friend, a bodyguard, a lover, whatever you wanted, but no matter his title, anything that wanted to harm you would have to do so over his dead body.

And even then he'd force himself to get back up and fight.

This world was giving him a second chance at life, a second chance at a life with you, and he'd be damned if he let anything ruin it.

Suddenly, you took in an aggressive gasp, scaring the shit out of Wade as your eyes snapped open.

"Holy fucking shit nuggets!" he jolted, jumping from his spot across he room as Logan allowed his shoulders to sink, mumbling a quiet thanks to whatever god or deity brought you back to him.

Feeling a strong set of arms cradling you, you looked up, solace setting into your bones at the sight of the familiar man before you, who was unable to stop the few joyful tears escaping his eyes.

"Logan—"

Without a moment's hesitation, his lips were on yours, making up for what felt like a lifetime of loss by dumping all of his passion, all of his love, all of his devotion into one Earth shattering kiss.

You melted into it seamlessly, your hand finding home in his scruffy hair as he pulled you flush against him, clutching you with a death grip.

Donning a cheeky smile under his mask, Wade turned away to give you both a moment, thought not without making a crude sex gesture behind his back.

'I don't think Miss (Y/N)/Girl Sitting At Home Reading This is gonna be able to walk tomorrow...'

With a gasp, the two of you separated, Logan's hand raising to cup your cheek, relishing how easily you leaned into him.

"(y/n)... I thought I lost you," he panted, his eyes scouring over your face, committing every detail to memory.

"For a while, you did," you sighed with a grin, carding a hand through the few gray strands in his hair, before comparing them to your own. "Time looks good on you."

He chuckled, quietly relieved you still found him attractive after all these years.

Sitting up, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled the man into a bone crushing hug, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm not really sure what happened... or how I'm alive..." you weakly laughed, starting to get choked up. "But I know that if you go out drinking without me ever again, I'm putting your head on a spike."

Instantly, Logan's arms wrapped around your waist, holding you reverently as if he let go for one moment, the powers that be would part him from you.

"I swear on my life... I'll never let anyone hurt you again."

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GROUPIE LOVE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

It’s so sweet swingin’ to the beat when I know that you’re doin’ it all for me…

How the JJK men fuck you after a show ft. [gojo], [geto], [toji], [choso], & [nanami] x [fem reader] nsfw warning. mdni. minors and ageless blogs will be blocked for interacting. cw: breeding in gojo’s, daddy kink, semi-exhibitionism, choking, degradation, name calling. established relationships in all despite the title! a/n: this is a repost from my old blog, which used to be a side blog.

Gojo is the singer. His icy white hair and electric blue eyes are quick to capture the hearts of his screaming fans—but those eyes only search for one person in the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat the moment he stepped onto the stage, and when he finally sees you, he flashes you that award-winning smile, bringing the mic up to his perfect lips. “How are we doing tonight, everyone? We’re going to play a song we’ve never performed live before…”

His presence was magnetic, attracting the attention of hundreds of screaming girls as he sang romantic melodies into the mic. You watched his Adam’s apple bob with each word and the way the veins on his hand stuck out as he clutched the mic tightly. Every lyric he sang told a story, and you knew better than all the other girls in the room—he was telling your story. The story of your sweet nights together, the nights you spent gazing into a sea of cerulean blue behind white eyelashes while basking in Gojo’s presence and the beauty of his voice. It was absolutely beautiful, the sweet vibrato’s and clear pitches that escaped his lips as he serenaded his crowd—but it didn’t compare to the beauty of his voice when he was underneath you. 

“Fuck, baby—just like that…haah, god damn. You’re so damn tight,” he moaned, unable to keep up with the way your ass slammed down on his thighs. The harder you rode him, the more undone he became underneath you—such a stark contrast to the confidence he always held when he took the stage. His long, pretty cock stroked against your gummy walls, his mushroom head grazing your g-spot when you raised yourself high enough, driving you crazy. 

“Satoru,” you mewl, absolutely loving the way his hands grip your thighs for dear life. You guys didn’t have much time; it would only be a few minutes before the rest of the guys returned to the tour bus, where you were holding Gojo as your hostage on the bench-couch in the small kitchenette. You ignored the burning in your muscles as you urged yourself to go faster, not giving him a chance to run away as you brought yourself down repeatedly on his warm cock that was throbbing so deliciously inside your clenching cunt. “Cum in me, daddy, I need it—“

“You better fucking watch it,” he moaned through clenched teeth, frustration seeping into his tone, the grip on your left thigh becoming harder. He couldn’t control how his cock throbbed inside you when he heard the word daddy, and it didn’t help that your luscious tits were bouncing so beautifully in his face. If you weren’t moving so fast, he’d have a nipple in his mouth, swirling his warm tongue around it. Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the way your tight cunt clenched around his raw dick, he squeezed his eyes shut, silently willing himself to last longer than he knew he would. He knew you weren’t on birth control, and if you continued to call him daddy in such a slutty tone…well, you’d probably make him a daddy. 

His frustration only egged you on more. “I want your cum in me so bad…haah, please…I’m such a little slut for you, daddy. Don’t you wanna fill me with your seed—“

Before you could process what was happening, Gojo had your back flat against the couch, nudging your thighs back apart as he slid himself inside you again, a hand wrapped tightly around your throat. “You want my cum, you fucking slut? Want me to breed you like a bitch in heat? Fine, you better lay there and take everything I give you.”

Geto is the guitarist. The way his gorgeous black hair falls around his face as he slings his guitar strap over his shoulder is mesmerizing. His gauged ears are sporting their usual shiny black plugs, which catch the stage lights with each turn of his head. You watch from the side of the stage, hidden from the view of his fans, as his fingers pluck his lucky guitar pick out from between his perfect teeth, bringing the pick down to play a warm-up riff. He gives you one last sly smile, and a sweet, sexy wink before he starts the opening riff to their first song. 

He played his guitar like it was an extension of himself. You watched as his palm slid up and down the instrument’s neck as he followed along to the score, making hundreds of screaming girls howl as he paused and swung it harshly to his right side, flipping it over his neck and catching it again. There was something different about hearing him play the same riffs on stage that he would practice with in the comforts of your shared bedroom, lounging lazily in your queen-sized bed as you close your eyes to the quiet strumming. No, hearing it on a stage was way more exhilarating—he might have thousands of fans in front of him, but you know he’s only playing for you. Watching his long, beautiful, skilled fingers tap away at the neck of the guitar, eliciting different melodic tones and notes when he strums gently. It almost reminds you of the noises his fingers elicit out of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Is this all for me?” He purrs into your ear. The same hand that was gently choking you was also keeping your back pinned to the wall as his other hand, shoved deep past the waistband of your skinny jeans, toyed with your weeping folds and rubbed gently against your clit.  He smiles down at his lucky guitar pick resting comfortably in your cleavage, loving the way the lacy shirt he bought you accentuates your beautiful body. 

“You looked so fucking hot on stage tonight….” You manage to whine out. Your heart was racing out of your chest, eyes darting all around the room that today’s venue designated as the band’s dressing room. A music tech, security guard, or even one of Geto’s band mates could barge in at any given moment, but his fingers were relentless as they slipped into your core. 

Your eyes rolled back as you felt your pussy welcome in his digits and clench around them. The hand around your neck slid up to your jaw, gripping your face and turning you to face him again. “Yeah? If I’m so hot, why are you looking away from me, pretty girl? My eyes are right here.”

He emphasized his words by curling his fingers against your g-spot, cutting off your mewls of pleasure with his lips and immediately sliding his tongue inside. You were so drunk, so intoxicated by his lips that you felt your eyes rolling back again before shutting and moaning into the kiss; a kiss that was way too short-lived. “Just one, baby. Cum for me just once, and I’ll dick you down the way your little cunt desperately needs it.”

You complied, reverting all your focus to his fingers until you finally came all over them with a loud, slutty moan. 

He whipped you around almost immediately, pressing your chest to the wall, pulling your hips out, yanking your pants down and unzipping his own before slapping his hard cock on your ass. “Say please, baby,” he whispers in your ear, taking note of the way you press your ass eagerly against him. 

“Please, daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad—!”

And before you could even finish your sentence, Geto was pushing into your warm pussy, using small, gentle thrusts to ease himself in until he was bottomed out. You could feel your walls sucking his hard cock in when his thrusts became deeper; sharp, percussive moans leaving your mouth with each slap of his hips against your ass. His pace was fast and mean, and you were completely enamored with the feeling of his balls slapping your clit. 

“Suguru—!” You could feel your orgasm approaching, your walls contracting and clenching around his pulsing cock, but that only made him go faster. 

“Dirty little slut. You love when I use you like this, don’t you, angel? Taking my cock like the sweet little slut you are…haah. Letting me use my pussy the way I want, wherever I want…”

Toji is the bassist. The long-necked guitar always looked so small and draped so beautifully across his large, muscular frame whenever he played—so different than the way it looked against your naked body on those nights he was in the mood to snap some photos of both of his beauties. His eyes met yours under the black fringe of his bangs, the scarred side of his mouth curling up into a smirk as his fingers found each string and plucked. 

You watched as his fingers danced across the four strings, mindlessly plucking at the four strings, amazed at the way the colorful stage lights were gracing his face and muscular arms. His bass lines were so effortless; he didn’t even need to look down at his hands while he played. His eyes would instead scan the crowd, casting uninterested glances at all the fans screaming his name, and occasionally coming back to meet your own, always accompanied by the sweetest, sexiest grin that reminded you that he was yours. The deep notes that harmonized with Geto’s guitar reverberated off the walls of the concert hall; they shook the speakers, the shook the barriers, they shook your core. But his deep bass lines were no match for how deep his cock always reached inside you. 

“Toji! Ah—fuck!” You choked out, tears streaming down your face as the tip of his cock repeatedly mashed against your cervix. “I’m gonna cum! Ah—please! Daddy! I’m really gonna cum!” You warned. 

“Yeah? Fucking cum then, slut. I’m not fucking this cunt for nothing.”

When Toji invited you to shower with him after the show, you weren’t expecting him to shove you against the shower wall and fuck you like a wild animal from behind as soon as the water hit your hair. While your showers together always ended in you two fucking, you never thought he’d choose a place so public, a place that puts you both at risk of being heard by your closest friends. This seemed to be the last thing on Toji’s mind as he continues to bully his mean cock into your aching pussy. His eyes remained on your ass, watching his cock pistoning in and out of you while your plump cheeks jiggled with each mean thrust. He knew you got loud when you came, and while it was something you were trying to suppress in order to save face from any of his band mates or techs that might be lingering around outside the bathrooms, it was his one and only goal. 

And you did. As soon as he reached his hand down to rub your sensitive clit, you clenched hard on his throbbing cock. Your back arched deeply against him as you squirted hard against the shower wall, a loud squeal leaving your lips. 

He grabs your wet hair, turning your head to the side so he can silence you with a bruising kiss. “Gonna do it again, mama? Gonna cum all over my cock again?” He whispers evilly against your ear once he pulls away, quickening his pace. His hips slap hard against the globes of your ass, the loud clap clap clap echoing off of the insulated shower walls. 

“Y-yes, daddy, I wanna cum again—“ your words were cut off when he slid two fingers into your mouth, groaning when you bite down on them. 

His thrusts were unforgiving, pulling out far enough so that his fat mushroom head pressed harshly against your g-spot when he thrusted forward and hit your cervix. You were so cockdrunk, Toji could sense your oncoming second orgasm before you could by the way your walls were clenching down so hard on him. Before you knew it, you were squirting again, this time pulling a louder, sluttier squeal from your lungs. 

“Good girl,” he praises, a wide smile spread across his face as he continued to pound you into overstimulation. “Music to my fucking ears.”

Choso is the drummer. You loved the way those spiked pigtails bounced in the wind as he head banged along to the loud thumping of his drums. His chocolate brown eyes would occasionally meet yours through the band’s set, peaking brightly above the black stripe across his nose, the purple stage lights reflecting across his irises. During the bridge of a particularly romantic song, he cast his gaze towards where you stood side-stage. With a drumstick tipped in your direction, he made sure your eyes were on him as he shot you a wink before his drum solo, as if to say, “this one’s for you.”

Choso pounded on his drums as if he hated them, shaking the stage and speakers so intensely with his mean percussion that you could feel your throat vibrate. You didn’t care what anyone said, Choso controls the show; he counts everyone in, he sets the tempo, he decides how hard his band plays by how he wants to play—and boy, does he play hard. He was often breaking his sticks and putting dents in his drumheads, going through countless numbers of each with every tour he went on. Everything about Choso was hard—the way he plays, his toned muscles, his thick cock, the way he fucks you. 

“Ch-Choso! Haah…h-oh my god, you’re so-!” Your hands clutched at everything they could grab so that you could hold on for dear life—the cymbals, the casings on the side of the drums, the drum stands themselves—but to no avail. “Fuck, you’re so deep!”

Choso snickered at your pathetic attempts to stabilize yourself, the sight only driving his hips against your ass even harder. He had you bent over his drum set, the harsh slaps of your skin-on-skin contact echoing throughout the empty concert hall. He purposely made sure to leave his drums on stage as he helped tear down the rest of the set, waited until his band mates disappeared, and ushered every tech, security guard, and janitor out before he stalked and captured his prey, dragging you back to his den. “Don’t run from my cock now, princess. Isn’t this what you wanted? You were giving me slutty bedroom eyes throughout the whole show.”

He paused his violent thrusts for a moment, driving his hips backward to slowly brush the tip of his cock against your g-spot. He marveled at the way your pussy fluttered and clenched around him as he teased your sopping wet core. 

“Yes, baby…” you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the delicious stimulation. 

His hips jerked forward, meeting your ass with a singular mean thrust. “I’m sorry?”

You yelp at the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure, eyes snapping wide open as his fingers dig deeper into your hips. “Daddy! Yes, daddy! I want you! Please!” you babble desperately. 

Choso gave your ass one harsh smack before pounding into you again, settling on an unforgiving pace. He loved fucking you hard. Your walls always clenched him so tight, and he loved your cute little squeals you’d let out whenever his cock kissed your cervix. He loved how hard you always came from it, too—it only made him want to fuck you impossibly harder and deeper. His balls slapped against your clit with each thrust, and he admired the way your ass jiggled each time he slammed against it. The sound of him fucking you created its own erotic percussion that you both somehow loved more than the actual sound of his drums. 

“I’ma cum, ohmygod! Ch-Choso…daddy, fuck! I’m cumming!” You whine, unable to focus your gaze as fat tears blur your vision and spill down your face. 

“Good girl. Cum for me, pretty baby,” he moans, rubbing your clit in gentle praise as you spasm all over his throbbing length. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all fucked out and dumb on my cock.”

Nanami is the manager. His blond hair was always combed into a perfect style, and his soft, brown eyes focused on his surroundings as he effortlessly orchestrated the commotion around him. There was a certain calmness that surrounded him as he guided the band through every moment of post-concert teardown. Every once in a while, his eyes would land on you, where you sat quietly on one of the speaker cases backstage, ignoring his gaze with a small pout across your lips. 

The guys in the band would sometimes get a little too crazy after shows or on days off, and they have proved time and time again that they needed someone to keep them in check. Whether it’s passing out drunk outside of local bars, damaging and losing their gear, showing up late to sound checks, or simply being divas with attitude, Nanami swore that he was in charge of a bunch of children, and that you—his perfect girl—were the only one who could do no wrong. Even on nights like tonight, when you were upset with him for reasons that were beyond him, he was happy to pull you aside and get you in check as well.

His lips were on yours, tongue swirling around your mouth as he drank in your moans with fervor. His fingers laced through your hair, resting against the back of your head and using that placement to press your lips more firmly against his as his other hand pressed you against his body. He breaks the kiss for a moment to suck small hickies into your neck. 

“What’s got you so worked up tonight, my angel?” He murmurs against your neck, his hot breath sending goosebumps down the length of your spine. “I let you ignore me all evening, but you can’t hide from me now.”

“Kento…what-what about the guys?” You ask innocently, a small gasp leaving your lips as his teeth nip the skin over your pulse point rather hard. 

“Let’s see; Suguru’s in the dressing room, Toji and his woman are putting on a second concert in the shower, pretty sure I saw Satoru sneak onto the bus…” Nanami uses a finger to tilt your chin up, your eyes meeting his, “and Choso’s slutting himself out on stage. Where does that leave me to take my girl, hmm?”

Before you could even answer, he’s kissing you again, whisking you through a side door that exits outside behind the concert venue. Your eyes snap open as you feel a sudden breeze hit your skin, causing you to break the kiss. 

“Out here? But-“

He silences you with a hand to your throat. “Yes, pretty girl. Out here. Now tell me what you need, okay?”

Your eyebrows pinched in frustration. His strong hand choking you only aroused your needy cunt. You were supposed to be upset with him for being too busy for you that day, but the sultry tone in his voice was making you horny. 

“I need you…please, daddy. I missed you so much today. I need you to fuck me so bad.”

And before you know it, he has your feet off the ground, legs wrapped around his hips and your back against the hard brick wall as he bullies his cock into your cunt relentlessly. Your moans echo into the night sky, surely being heard by anyone lingering outside the nearby bars and restaurants as Nanami’s balls make harsh contact with your ass with each unforgiving thrust. “You like being a brat? Hm? Knowing daddy will fuck you nice and hard? I didn’t know my perfect girl was such a needy little slut.”

“Yes—yes! Right there, daddy!” You cry, pure ecstasy making your legs shake as his fat, veiny cock brushes the inside of your walls. “Haah—nnggh fuck, I’ma cum…” you slur, drool escaping from the corner of your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“That’s right, princess—give it to me. Give me everything. You like when I fuck you dumb, don’t you, baby? You’re so cute when you’re being a brat. Next time, though, I won’t be as gentle.”

BONUS FOR MY METALCORE GIRLIES

gojo's vocals / geto's riffs / toji's basslines / choso's drumming

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landonorris since she messed up I can FINALLY show off how I got the girl 2 years ago 😎

happy to announce i'm accepting apologises for all those norizz comments cause LOOK at who's my girl

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yourusername thats right baby your girl !!

maxfewtrell FINALLY

danielricciardo agreed, and you're never hearing anything from me norizz alex_albon still in shock carlossainz55 can relax now, yn is scary

charles_leclerc we got there eventually! looking forward to not being shipped with you now yourusername 😂😂

yourusername I don't know what you're talking about I'm a catch!

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yourusername car failures are a teams worse nightmare and unfortunately my hard truth for today's race in Singapore 💔 being ruled out during the formation lap is something I hope to never experience again, so sorry for disappointing everyone and the team!

ON ANOTHER NOTE its time for a hardlaunch cause LOOK WHO JUST GOT HIS FIRST WIN! congrats bro 😎 👍❤️‍🔥 💖

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scuderiaferrari could never disappointment, we win as a team and lose as a team!

yourusername you guys xx ynfan1 the teams support never fails to make me emosh, all you that deserve!!

f1fan still a slay in my eyes!

landonorris the use of bro here is conflicting to all the pride driven kisses i've been getting 🤔🤔

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f1fanupdates gasly is once again providing all the drama for the viewers! after another dnf the alphatauri driver made a jab at mclaren's first driver, lando norris...

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f1fan1 why have one feud with a driver when you can have 2!! right pierre?

ynfan2 man is just realising he can't blame yn anymore so he's picking on lando

ynfan3 do you think its all related? like continuous beef that all links back to her?

landonorris

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landonorris the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake

japan its been real!

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pierregasly imagine being this cocky all while being overshadowed by your rookie teammate

landonorris imagine ruining your own career because a girl told you she didn't want to go out with you pierregasly if shes going out with the likes of you, think I dodged a bullet landonorris do you or do you not have a girlfriend rn? yourusername enough of this. pierre you are a broken record stfu and focus on your driving

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

ynfan2 men being men ugh

yourusername tay tay 🥺🥺 in your caption 🥺 love you

landonorris and the edit! i want all the brownie points baby 😏

danielricciardo MY EX-MAN BROUGHT HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND SHE'S LIKE

yourusername "OH MY GOD," BUT I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT charles_leclerc AND TO THE FELLA OVER THERE WITH THE HELLA GOOD HAIR maxverstappen1 WON'T YOU COME ON OVER, BABY? WE CAN SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE landonorris wow wdc winner with the taylor swift lyrics in my comments??

ynfan1 OH MY GOD its all clicking, all this mess cause of a bruised ego...

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my man my man my man 💓

landonorris where gasly wishes he could be 👀 landonorris love love love you

AHH I hope this was worth the wait guys!! the beef is so squashed in but I was consumed be the full by then lol

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weirdly couldnt tag everyone sorry !!

[wildestdreamsblog]

When you found out they cheated on you

Pairing: Maknae line x Reader

Warnings: Soft Yandere, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: see, no one asked for this. I did this out of my own volition 😂 but this had been living in my mind rent free. I hope you enjoy!

Jimin

You angrily wiped your tears, shoving your things in your bag thoughtlessly. You didn’t care about the things you were leaving, didn’t care about the way you probably looked like an insane person, you didn’t care about anything but getting out of here as soon as possible.

Your movements were quick, going from one room to another in your haste to collect most of your things. You were about to go to the bathroom when the front door opened with a slam.

“Y/N! Baby!” Jimin’s voice was frantic as he called out for you, his legs carrying him to your shared room. The one you thought was filled with love and honesty, only for the memories to be sullied by him cheating on you.

You thought you were being irrational when you started suspecting that something was wrong, but you should have known that a woman’s intuition was almost never wrong. And God did you wish it was wrong because when you followed him from two cars behind and saw with your own eyes that he went to a exclusive hotel, only for him to come out hours later with a woman beside him, it broke you.

And when he kissed her, it destroyed you.

But nothing could have hurt more than the look in his eyes when he saw you from your car, his face telling you all you needed to know. And so you drove as fast as you could away from him and his lies.

But you guessed you could only run for so long before he caught up.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t even spare him a glance when he was desperately looking at you, his hand gripping your bag, attempting to stop you from packing your things.

“Baby, please. Please. Please talk to me, please,” he pleaded, tears falling from his eyes. He was out of his mind from the time he saw you looking at him from the parking lot as though you were disgusted by him. No. Not as though. You were disgusted.

You wrenched your bag away from his hold to no avail. And to your anger, you shoved your bag at him. If he wanted it so much, then you were going to leave it to him.

Fuck all your things.

Fuck him for breaking your heart.

He paled from your actions. You were always calm, always so gentle when it came to him that your sudden forceful actions displaced him. You were almost to the front door when he snapped out of his stupor, catching up to you. He caged you in his arms, pulling you so tight to him. Jimin was afraid that if he let you go, you’d leave and never come back.

“Let. Go.”

“No,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by him shoving his face on your hair, inhaling your scent in an attempt to calm the raging demons in him. “No. I’m sorry. I know I was wrong,” he said in a small voice that you almost jumped from how he screamed his confession next. “Something’s wrong with me! But please don’t leave me! I’ll fix it! I’ll fix us just please! Don’t leave.”

You didn’t know how, but you were able to wretched yourself away from him. You pushed him away, and in his emotional state, he fell to the floor.

Jimin looked pitiful. But you felt nothing but disgust when he touched you when before, you craved his touch.

Now you just felt dirty because of his touch.

“No. You disgust me,” you sobbed before leaving his house, and in turn, his life.

Taehyung

“Tae Tae! I’m home!” You sang as you entered your shared house. You came home early because you wanted to surprise him. You knew how much he hated being away from you, and he barely let you leave the house last week even though this was for your work. Your Taehyung pouted all the way to the airport, and even demanded cutely that you kissed him for five minutes before he even let you out of the car.

You frowned when you saw two, opened food container when you passed the kitchen. You thought innocently that he must have been hungry. And with a smile, you entered your bedroom, only to see your boyfriend sleeping. He looked peaceful and hot as he slumbered off, his shirt nowhere to be found and his hair tousled. He must not have shaved since you left, and you’d admit you loved seeing him like this.

With light steps, you sat on the bed beside him, brushing his midnight hair away from his handsome and princely face, before planting a kiss on his cheek.

He opened his eyes, anger swirling on them before he smiled at you. He looked like a child on a Christmas eve when he saw you. He sat up immediately and embraced you, smiling from ear to ear as he finally had you again in his arms.

“Taehyung! You’re squeezing me,” you complained in his ear, and yet despite that you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. He was warm, so pleasant to touch that you couldn’t help but rub his bareback, loving the way his muscles rippled.

“I miss you, princess,” his voice deeper from his sleep. “You’re not allowed to leave me again. I forbid it.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s silliness. You knew Taehyung was a bit clingy and possessive, but it never bothered you because at the end of the day, you knew his love for you was unparalleled.

“Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”

“Fine, my prince. I’m not going to leave you that long again,” you said to appease him. You planted a kiss on his shoulder when you caught a reddish mark on his otherwise perfect skin. Did he scratch it? Was his allergy acting up?

“Promise me,” he demanded in a hard voice.

“I promi-“

The sound of something inside the bedroom’s bathroom suddenly made you look at that direction, your brows furrowed as you pushed him away gently. If you were confused that he gripped your wrist, you didn’t comment. But still, you smiled at him and walked closer to the bathroom. You wished you didn’t open it because what was inside destroyed how you looked at him, how you looked at the one you loved the most.

The woman in front of you looked down, shame creeping on her face. Her hair was wet, undeniable that she showered in your shower. Her arms were wrapped around her as though to protect herself. But you wouldn’t hurt her.

She wasn’t the one who made a commitment to you.

The man behind you did.

Slowly, you looked at Taehyung, his lips quivering in panic.

“So…” you started in a cold voice, one that could be mistaken for calm if not for the storm that was in your eyes. “You missed me that much that you fucked another girl?”

He flinched, your words bullet to his heart. “This was a mistake, princess-“

You scoffed when you heard him called you that.

“It was a mistake! One that should have never seen the light of the day if only you left!” He screamed at the woman behind you, vein popping out of his neck from anger. He stalked to her, shouting at the now terrified woman. “I told you to leave! Why did you stay!! Why are you here?!”

You couldn’t recognize the man beside you. He never once shouted at you, and now seeing him angry at someone he fucked was unbelievable. How could he blame her when it took two to tango?

You pushed him away from the cowering woman. If you were not a kind person, you wouldn’t do this. But you couldn’t just stand there and let him verbally attack someone when he was an accomplice too.

“Why are you still here?! I told you to leave! Leave!”

You looked behind you. And despite the hurt and hatred in your heart, this was something between the two of you. You quietly told the girl to leave because if she wouldn’t, Taehyung wouldn’t stop screaming.

And when she left, you felt his hand touch your cheek sweetly. “She’s gone now, my princess,” he whispered, hope in his eyes as he gazed at you. “She’s never coming back.”

You slapped his hand away from your face. “How many times did you cheat on me?”

Taehyung ran his hand through his hair, his breathing shallow and rapid. “I-It was only once. It didn’t mean anything. You weren’t supposed to find out-“

“I don’t mean anything to you,” you whispered in realization. You flinched when he reached for you.

“You do! You mean the world to me!” He swore, visibly panicking when you wouldn’t let him touch you, when you kept on backing away from him as if he was dirty. “I-I was gonna propose. See?!” He hastily opened the drawer and retrieved a velvet box, in it was a ring he commissioned for you, something that was one of a kind. “We’re going to get married and all this will just be history.”

You were shaking your head before he could even finished. How did he think that you were still going to marry him after this?

Taehyung was certifiably insane.

“I’m never going to marry a cheater, Taehyung.”

And you ran to your car parked in his massive garage, eager to escape the man you thought loved you with all his heart. From the rearview mirror, you saw him running after your quickening car, never stopping until you passed the gate to his house.

You heard him screaming for your name.

Jungkook

“No! No no no no no! Fuck, love please!” He begged as he attempted to catch up to you.

You didn’t think that your innocent surprise to your boyfriend of four years would end in this: you running from him. You finished your work early that day, and he had been begging you to let him see you tonight that you finally decided to surprise him in his work this time.

But you were the one surprised.

You should have taken noticed of the way the staff looked at you when you asked them where he was. They all looked at you with pity and fright. They were terrified of what would happen to you and how the golden maknae would react. You were so naive that you were smiling as you opened the door to the studio, only to find him sitting, his legs spread wide as a girl you recognized was one of the dancers bobbed her head up and down on his length. His eyes were closed, his hands on her head as he used her. You didn’t know how long you stood there, why you were frozen, why you couldn’t react. Was it because you thought he loved you with all his heart? That you thought he was the person you could trust the most in this world? That he would never do this to you? That your four-year relationship meant something?

Was that why your heart felt like it was going to break into tiny, million pieces?

“Y/N! You’re here,” You suddenly heard a deep voice from behind you which awoken Jungkook from his lust. The one who called you was Namjoon who was smiling at you, until he saw what you were seeing.

“L-love,” he stuttered, his eyes widening. He pushed the woman away from him, tucking his length inside him but before he could even do that, you were running away from him. Your tears were falling freely from embarrassment and pain. Did anyone know this? Were you made a fool?

“Y/N! My love! Wait please!” He yelled at the top of his lungs as you ran to the elevator, pushing the buttons repeatedly, willing for it to go faster because if it didn’t, you’d end up facing something you couldn’t even begin to process. Jin and Suga walked out of Suga’s studio with confused look on their faces when they heard the clamor of their golden maknae screaming his lungs out. Jin looked at Namjoon for explanation, and when the leader quietly explained it to his hyung, Suga’s eyes went cold.

Heavens must have taken pity on you that the door opened just when he was about to reach you. But you should know, Jungkook was fast. He shoved his hand on the elevator, effectively stopping it from closing. His doe eyes looked lost and afraid when you slapped his hand away from you.

“How could you do this to me,” you said with venom in your voice. Even in your sadness, you were conscious of the eyes on you, specifically Namjoon, Jin, and Suga. “How could you do this to us?”

He shook his head, his lips quivering as you pushed him out of the elevator. “I-I’ll fix this for us. I’ll be better. I’m sorry-“

“No. You’re sorry because I caught you, Jungkook.”

And when he didn’t say anything, only looking at you with tears falling in his eyes, you knew what to do. With resolution in your heart, you slipped off the ring he gave you just last week when he asked you to be his wife.

Last week, he loved you.

And now, he cheated on you.

“I’m so glad we’re not married yet. Thank you for cheating on me this early,” you mumbled as you walked near him, holding his hand so you could drop the ring he gave you. You could almost laugh in pain when you remembered him being so shy and scared as he knelt down and asked for your hand. And now you saw him with a girl kneeling for him.

The irony, you thought.

Jungkook shook his head when you tried to give him the ring, and when he didn’t accept it back, you dropped it to his feet.

“Goodbye, Jungkook,” you said in a cold voice. You were going to enter the elevator again when you felt his tight grip on your arm.

“NO! YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LEAVE ME OVER SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS! WE’RE GONNA GET THROUGH THI-“

“You’re hurting me!”

“No! You promised me you’re going to be mine. You said you loved me! Do you not love me despite of my mistake! You can’t leave-“

A sudden hand shoved him away from you. You gasped as you looked up at your unlikely savior, Yoongi.

“You okay?” He whispered as he looked at your tear-filled eyes. Your hesitance to nod was clear to him. He offered you a small, reassuring smile. “Go inside. I’ll take care of him.”

Jungkook attempted to step closer to you but Yoongi’s hand was steady on the maknae’s chest. “Yoongi hyung! What are you doing! I need her-“

“Stop it, Jungkook.”

“No! I’ll die if she leaves me!” You could hear his screams, terror in your eyes as he trashed against Yoongi that Namjoon and Jin had to help the rapper contain the strong man. The elevator door seemed to take forever to close. The way he looked at you with desperation in his eyes, the way he trashed and struggled against his hyungs who could barely restrain the distressed man was etched in your mind forever.

And even as the door closed, you could hear him scream for you.

“I’ll find you, love. And we’re going to get pass this. You’re going to love me again!”

[tubbypeddle]

Have any headcannons for how Kaeya would interact with a traveler who's eerily like Gyro Zeppeli from Steel Ball Run? Like Traveler has a similar background and ability but with the exact same personality as him.

THIS!!!! WAS ACTUALLY SO CREATIVE????? I was actually so excited to work on this one, especially since I recently got back into playing genshin.

and with one of my favorite boys from the game 🤭

(author's note: i'll be using they/them pronouns for the traveler in this one, just in case you want to use specifically aether or lumine in your imaginations. also, I haven't read part 7 in a very long time, so my remembering of gyro might be a little off, I apologize if that's the case

I also apologize for the slight hiatus in posts, I was a little busy with personal stuffs, but i'm back!

gyro zeppeli!traveler x Kaeya Alberich

-their pathological need for helping people is something he greatly appreciates about them. It's certainly made life easier for him, since they're so ever eager to help him out

-he does wish they were a little reckless with it though...

-for example, they can't just be rushing off to save him if he's in a bit of trouble with treasure hoarders!! stupid traveler!! he's got everything under control!!!

-how easy they are to irritate is also very amusing...

The traveler seems upset as Kaeya leads them by their horse away from the horse race, much to his amusement.

"Kaeya," they huff. "They cut me off."

"You're not a part of the race, Honorary Knight," he laughs in reply.

"Tell them to eat shit, Kaeya."

"Tell them yourself."

The traveler seems a little too excited at that. Immediately, they turn towards the race, cup their hands around their mouth, and holler, "Eat shit, asshole! Fall off your horse!"

-yeah, that was...quite the incident. Kaeya hadn't laughed that hard in what was probably years, and he damn near fell off his own horse

-they definitely named their horse Valkyrie

-they probably flirt back with him when he gets sensual with them, and Kaeya's never had someone entertain his flirting before. it definitely caught him off guard the first time. and the second. And third...Kaeya will never get used to the traveler flirting back, really

-the two of them never run out of small little competitions. Kaeya thought he was competitive, from a childhood raised alongside Diluc. But the traveler was a whole other level.

-while the traveler didn't really openly cheat, they certainly played dirty. they are willing to do anything if it means they can win.

-he does find their tendency to quote old folktales as life lessons pretty cute, even if he has no idea who the hell Aristotle is.

-your gags, and your puns, and your little skits are so fucking funny to him, but not because he actually finds them funny, you know?

-your little skits and stuff are so funny because he finds them so unfunny. like, he likes you n all, but you look so dumb, he just can't.

-it's partly the reason he accompanies them on their travel across Teyvat, because he finds them so unfunnily funny

-but the main reason he travels with them is because they're good company. they're funny, and they're protective, and they're a good friend to have while on the road.

"What...what is this? What are you doing?" Kaeya's eye was trained on the Traveler as they started making odd little...motions, with their hands. Nodded their head, as if they were dancing to a tune only they could hear.

"Shut up, you're throwing me off my groove," the Traveler huffed. Started nodding their head rhythmically again. "Okay. Okay, I got it."

"You got it?" Kaeya snorted. "What did you get?"

Before he could say anything else, the Traveler started humming a tune he's never heard before. Just where did this Traveler even come from?

"Pizza mozza~rella! Pizza mozza~rella! Lela, lela, lela, lela, lela, lela, lee~!" they sang, in an off key tune.

Kaeya could only watch as the Traveler danced in circles as they sung at the top of their lungs. He couldn't help the fierce surge of fondness in his chest as he laughed at how stupid they looked.

[pedrospatch]

a safe haven | chapter two sneak peek

a/n 📝 just a lil tidbit of what's to come! I'm hoping to get this part out in a couple of days, hopefully by friday at the latest. ya girl has a big exam this weekend so it might be the only thing I get to post, but I do have a few things sitting in my drafts including a couple of requests. thank you for being patient with me and most of all for reading and interacting with my work. goodnight 💗

Taking a swig of his beer, Joel watched on as you danced with Ellie.

He felt a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as his eyes drank in the sight of his girl smiling brightly—she looked so ridiculously happy and he only wished there was a way for him to bottle up the memory just like a scent, one that one never fade or grew stale. He would give just about anything to have it stashed away, available for him to open up whenever he wanted so he could relive the moment all over again, for as many fucking times as he needed.

“Everybody here is out of sight, they don’t bark and they don’t bite,” You sang to her as you twirled her around once more.

“This is so fucking weird,” Ellie laughed again, mustering the courage to finally take a turn and spin you around. She grasped your hand tightly in hers and her opposite hand found your waist; she found the constant beat to the song and connected rhythmically with you, her moves falling in sync with yours, though she would still take a clumsy step here and there.

As the band moved into the next verse of the song, your gaze found Joel’s from the dance floor and you whispered something to Ellie.

She eagerly nodded her head, shouting, “Fuck yeah, please do it!”

As Ellie dropped her hands away from you, you left her for a moment and rushed up to Joel. You took his bottle of beer from him, setting it down on the table beside him before grabbing his hand. 

The smile on his face vanished instantly. “What are you—?”

“Come on, come and dance with us!” You chirped, dragging him over towards where Ellie was waiting, an amused smirk plastered onto her face as soon as she saw the look on his.

“I—I don’t dance,” Joel quickly tried to tell you. He made an attempt to stop you from pulling him any further, but hell, you were a lot fucking stronger than he thought you would be. “I can’t dance.”

“Nonsense!” You said to him over your shoulder. “Everybody can dance!”

[mybluelonglegs]

2d x reader mini story

(backstage y/n is a beginning singer)

i closed my eyes finished singing my lyrics and heard the crowd scream. i smiled in response

" Thank you so much guys!, ill be right back but with the time ill be gone a wonderful group called the.." i said looking at my hand which had the name of the band. " the GORILLAZ" i said yelling the bands name, i heard the crowd scream in response while i started walking off the stage until... "o-" i said closing my eyes feeling my body fall from the impact that hit me, i felt someone's arm wrap around my waist and said "oh im sorry love, i didn't see you their" he said laughing softly and nervously " you, okay?" i quickly opened my eyes "oh ya sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going"i said quickly getting up off of him" oh go,go your gonna miss your que" i said running backstage "bu-"i heard him say before i ran far enough backstage. ( what the fuck was that) i thought to myself, i shrugged it off and started getting ready for my next song after them which was about in 20 or so, so i had time to change into a new outfit " hmm what should i wear?" i said looking at my closet. "oh perfect" i said heading to the bathroom in my changing room i changed and walked infront of my body lengthen mirror

y/ns hair

y/ns shirt

y/ns pants

y/ns shoes

" okay i think this will fit the song good" i said shrugging and walking to my makeup desk and starting my makeup

" that was a weird interaction, never had that happen before" i said thinking about the situation while doing my makeup

" okay and done" i said smiling at my art work

y/ns makeup

jewelry

"okay i really went off with this look" i said looking into the mirror when my ear bud buzzed my managers voice coming from it

" okay y/n its time to get into place"

i pushed a button " you got it mom" i said jokingly

i heard my manager laugh in response " come on if we go at this speed you'll miss it"

"okay,okay im going mom" i said laughing and walking out my changing room

i slowly made it to the side of the stage watching the man that caught me from falling singing i looked at him confused and buzzed my earbud " hey who's the guy that singing?" i waited for her to answer

" thats the lead singing of the gorillaz" i heard her voice

" really? i thought the band would be older than that how old is he anyway?" i said buzzing my ear bud

"um let me think by the way hes acting and how he looks i would say maybe like 24 or 5 why?" my manager asked confused

" just curious i guess i mean the name just sounds like they would be older" i said crossing my arms and listening to the song he was singing

( he was singing 5/4) the girls were going crazy for him and he was eating it up winking and kissing their hands i rolled my eyes waiting for my turn

but when i was about to turn, i was someone in the corner of my eyes so i looked back and he was Infront of me.. he pulled the mic away listening to the tempo " sing with me" he said putting his hand out

i grabbed my mic and walked out with him the crowd went wild screaming our names i laughed in response. he continued to sing his bands song

" she turned my dad on~" he sang winking at me

i laughed in response and looked back at the crowd walking over to the other side of the stage and started humming to the tempo

"she turned my dad on~" i sang looking at him and started moving my body ( hips) to the beat

( i noticed a light tint of blush on his face while he sang making me laugh softly)

"dad on, dad on" a little girl sang playing the guitar

i turned and smiled

" she made me kill myself come on~" he sang as the song slowly ended looking at me

the crowed cheered us on and we walked to each other and bowed. i turned to him " your really good" i said smiling

"thx love you to" i said winking at me

" thanks so whos in your band we might have to chat" i said winking back

" well then we'll meet you after the show" he said winking and walking off the stage with his band

i looked at the crowd and waited for my song

~skipping my song hermit the frog~

"we broke our glass ballon let go of my glass ballon" i said singing the lasts of the lyrics and bowed

" thank you, thank you i hope you enjoyed the show tonight and have a wonderful lasting night" i smiled and blow a kiss at the crowd and walked backstage still hearing them clapping

i sighed going to my dressing room and started humming music and taking off my outfit and putting on a black crop top on with some flannel pjs. i sighed again laying down on the couch when was a knock at my door.

( hey guys if you would like a part two pls like or give me some ideas pls)

[aemondgirlfriend]

INVISIBLE STRINGS (3)

Aemond Targaryen x Twin Sister (OC)

Summary: Aemond Targaryen was known as a cold, cruel and frightening prince, but he wasn't like that. Aemond was affectionate, intelligent, obedient and loved his family, but mostly her. Alysanne Targaryen is Aemond's twin sister, but with a different appearance. She had hair like her mother Alicent's, but her eyes were the violet of Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon running through her veins. Aemond Targaryen was cold, cruel and frightening, but not with her. What Alysanne wanted, he did. Because it was always her and always will be.

Rating: Explicit/+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Violence and explicit NSFW, third-person POV, bad language, angst, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, oral (giving and receiving), use of fingers)

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes. This is the first story I've posted on tumblr, so please take it easy on me.

Aegon sat eating key lime pie while his brother twirled a dagger in his fingers, his foot tapping the floor impatiently. Aemond had entered Alysanne's room and quickly became concerned and went to Aegon, thinking that his twin might be venturing down the alleys with him. Aegon did as he promised his younger sister and didn't tell Aemond where she was, he ignored the other as he feasted on his key lime pie.

"I swear if you mutter how delicious this pie is, I'll pick it up and throw it out the window." - Aemond shouted, hitting the table in an attempt to scare him, it didn't work “Aegon, she could be in danger.”

"Our sister can take care of herself, you taught her, remember?" he muttered as he put the last piece of pie in his mouth.

Aemond snorted and stabbed the dagger into the table, rising from his chair.

“Fuck it, I'm going to get Vhagar and look for her since you won't help me.”

Aegon rolled his eyes and wiped his mouth, setting his plate on the table and getting up to clasp Aemond's shoulders.

“Dude, relax, she's fine, trust me.” the one-eyed platinum man arched his eyebrow “Ok, don't trust me but trust her. I promised I wouldn't reveal her whereabouts, so don't make me break a promise, you know how much Alysanne values that.”

"So you know where she is?"

Aegon was silent and his eyes widened, opening his mouth to say something but then giving up. He had broken the promise, even indirectly.

“I did not say that.”

Aemond rolled his eye and left Aegon's chambers with him shouting after him, and while the platinum brothers fought, Alysanne who was the cause of the fight, finished eating a piece of bread she had taken with her. She had dismissed the knight who brought her and was left with only a horse, and at the moment, the princess was sitting with her dagger in her hand and her dress stained with grass and small pieces of bread. She heard her horse snort and faced him with a small smile on her lips, taking her last piece of bread to him.

“I'm sorry you're here with me, boy, I'll release you when this is over, I promise.”

The animal ate the bread and laid its head on the ground, the princess smiled and looked up at the sky, the stars shining brightly that night. She closed her eyes and let the icy breeze hit her. She didn't sleep, she stayed awake, anxiety taking hold of her each time as time passed. The brunette hugged her knees, her dagger strapped to her waist and the horse in a deep sleep. Alysanne hated to admit it, but she was scared. Afraid that her plan wouldn't work out, afraid that Cannibal would burn her alive, afraid that she wouldn't be able to take him for herself.

She didn't fall asleep that night, getting up to go back on her adventure, draping her shoulders with the cloak she'd brought. Her horse was ready to go again, and this time, the path wasn't so long as Mount Dragon was just ahead. She rode slowly, violet eyes looking intently in all directions. The birds sang, and with them a crash that made the princess startle, her horse almost throwing her to the ground.

“Calm down, kid, it's just thunder.” she smoothed her mane in an attempt to calm the animal that after the second thunder made Alysanne cling to him with the speed that the animal ran between the trees.

He stopped in front of a cave that reeked of rotten meat, getting scared by something that was inside. Alysanne looked toward the cave and then around, confused that she hadn't been warned about this place. The princess got off the horse and slapped its flesh to make it run away, swallowing hard. Surely she had an animal in there. A bear, a wolf, a lion - no, that's too much - but there was definitely something in there.

Alysanne took the dagger from her waist and took a deep breath, entering the cave with the greatest courage in the world - which she didn't have - and walking slowly. She grimaced as she looked at the dead bodies on the floor, some just bones and others with rotting flesh exposed. She also had animal bodies which she couldn't identify, but she was sure of one thing, what was inside that cave was large and mostly carnivorous.

The princess sighed in fear, stopping in her tracks. She heard a noise followed by a light at the back of the cave, then it finally dawned on her. It was him, and he was right there. A twinge of hope growing in her chest. She walked quickly to the source of the noise, hiding behind a wall. The light illuminated the place once more and the princess's eyes sparkled. Cannibal was right there in front of her, breathing fire and looking towards the princess, he knew he wasn't alone. Alysanne stepped out from behind the wall and holstered her dagger. The princess approached the dragon slowly, the huge animal glaring at the small, dark-haired Targaryen. She stopped in front of him, her breathing completely out of whack.

out of control and her whole body shaking. Cannibal opened his mouth towards Alysanne, and a light came from the back of his throat, she had seen it before when Aemond claimed Vhagar, and now she knew what to do.

"Dohaerãs, Cannibal!" She lifted her hand towards him, his mouth slowly closing. “Lykirī. Lykirī…”

The princess approached calmly, a light Valyrian song leaving her lips in an attempt to get the dragon to remain calm and not attack her. Alysanne did something dangerous, moved even closer and came face to face with the dragon, touching its thick scales, her delicate fingers trembling. She managed to look into the dragon's eye and felt something different inside her, as if she was destined for Cannibal. As if they were connected to each other.

She trailed her fingers along his scales, exhilarated by how close they were, and then she finally rose. She climbed onto the dragon's back and clung to the horns on its body to keep from falling, and Cannibal got up, swaying her body and causing Alysanne to cling to him. She screamed and closed her eyes as he started to walk out of the cave. The birds that were nearby flew away, and finally Cannibal rose. With the princess on his back and a great roar, Cannibal flew Alysanne II Targaryen, making her a new dragonrider. Fear turned to elation, and Alysanne squealed in delight as she tried to balance herself on top of the dragon. For her, this was the best day of her life.

In the castle, Alicent Hightower was shouting at the men in the King's council. The Queen had discovered that the Princess, her second daughter, her girl, had disappeared without leaving a single clue behind. Aegon knew where she was, and as much as was not said, so did Helaena. Aemond was in agony, he had left to fly with Vhagar and look for his twin, but without success. Alicent was furious, invaded the council and demanded that Viserys set something up for the soldiers to search for the princess throughout Westeros, and Viserys, even though he had fought with the princess before, was worried about his youngest daughter.

Aegon was beginning to worry about Alysanne's delay, and he was feeling guilty for letting her go to Cannibal alone. He knew she was in Mount Dragon, he could tell the king where his sister was, but he preferred to keep the promise he had made to her, so he watched everything in silence. It's been two days since the princess disappeared and the soldiers have turned all over Kingslanding, sending ravens asking for help from the other houses and asking the Hightower to be aware, since she could have gone to Daeron. They didn't find her, there was no sign of the princess, but they continued with the search. Aemond was on the verge of losing his mind, agony rising in his chest with each passing hour and day. Everyone was worried about Alysanne's sudden disappearance, Alicent wept silently in her chambers, Helaena always beside her with children, she knew her sister was fine.

Screams of despair filled the poor streets of Kingslanding at dawn, the soldiers scouting the streets were confused and on high alert. The king was alerted and Aemond prepared to fight whatever was plaguing his house. A large shadow covered the fortress, a loud and long roar was heard. Some people were crying, others were praying, children were hiding and others just accepted that the end had come for them, that even the shadow landed on the stone walls. A dragon. A coal-black dragon, its horns large and savage. It was Cannibal, and on her back was her, her new Rider Alysanne Targaryen. Aegon shouted euphorically when he saw the figure of his sister mounted on the dragon and Aemond had a small smile in the corner of his lips, he knew how happy she should be at that moment, but the worry still hadn't left her body.

Alysanne took Cannibal to the pit and chatted with him for a few minutes, as if she were telling him that the people in the pit were good and would take care of him. The dragon didn't want to go in, so they opted to let him settle down next to Vhagar, as the space was open and big enough for the two dragons. A cell was requested for the princess so that she would not be uncomfortable on top of her new dragon, and after she said goodbye to him, she proceeded to the fortress. Alysanne was escorted to the castle, and when she reached the gates she hurried inside, her brothers waiting for her. Helaena hugged her younger sister tightly and Aegon spun her around as he told her he was proud of her. Aemond, in turn, hugged his twin as tightly as he could, kissing her hair, her face and her hands, whispering how worried he had been for her. She cupped her face and kissed her cheek, caressing her smooth, clear skin.

“I will never leave you Aemond, no need to worry.” both had a shy smile on their faces with all attention turned to them, especially Aemond who had completely softened with the arrival of his sister.

They entered the castle and Alicent pulled her daughter into a hug, holding her shoulders and saying things about how worried she was and how dirty and stinking her dragon daughter was. Alysanne smiled and kissed her mother's cheek, claiming how happy she was that day. But her joy did not last long. Viserys was walking towards her, his face enraged, the princess's face had hardened and she swallowed hard.

“Do you realize how many soldiers I've put at risk because of you?” he pointed his finger in her direction “You could have warned all of us that you were going to at least spend a few days away, we would have taken you safely.”

“I paid some guards to go with me, I dismissed them and made them swear not to turn me in, and so they did.”

"Sneaking out, putting your life and the soldiers' lives at risk, leaving all of us worried and all that for a dragon?" the King shouted in the middle of the corridor, his curious eyes always fixed on the scene.

“If your precious grandchildren weren't making fun of me for not having a dragon, maybe I wouldn't be so impulsive with my decision. It was the same with Aemond, why don't they do that with Rhaena too, huh? Because we are the problem and always will be for them, you and Rhaenyra. I'm sick of your favoritism. Fed up with your ignorance and judgments for things Rhaenyra did far worse. Let me live, let me find love, adventure with my dragon, learn to fight. Let me live my life.”

Everyone there looked at the discussion between the two without interfering, it was her conversation time.

"Let me live the life my mother and sister didn't have." his tone was now soft and a tear had rolled down his cheek. “If you love me, let me be happy.”

Viserys had been taken aback and was silently looking at his daughter, her words echoing in his head.

"Go take a shower, you reek of dragon."

It was the last thing the king said before he turned and walked away from his children and wife. Alysanne sighed and looked down, Aemond laced his fingers through hers, giving her some comfort. She was taken to her quarters and Alicent asked that a bath be prepared for the princess who followed in silence to her room. She let go of Aemond's hand and kissed her fingers, walking through the door. Her head was fuzzy and her heart racing, she was sad after all the joy of the day before. But of one thing the princess was sure.

She would be happy whether her father wanted it or not. She would find her happiness.

Or maybe she already has.

[delusinalandpassionate]

What Do you think about the sinners thoughts about Don. She feels like this ball of Energy in a sad world.

Okay that's a good one.

I think Faust knows what exactly wrong with Don and how real Don looks like. She's not really interested in interaction with Don, but has no animosity. (They also must have something really common with them sharing their core sin, two EGOs and two IDs). Don definitely a good listener to anything Faust rambling about. She's also one of a few people whose command Don wouldn't even question and that's why they work good at battlefield together. Her favorite Don's ID is W Corp, because she shows her a lot of respect, but in not a weird way Inquisitor Don does. She also find Inquisitor a bit difficult to control

Yi Sang, Sinclair, Gregor and Rodya are falling to her act, but they don't mind Don and even enjoy her company. They work good together, but nothing too amazing. They all dislike Inquisitor, but get along with everyone else.

Ishmael and Meursault don't understand Don at all. She such a weird creature that their rational selves can't even comprehend her, but genuinely they both too fucking exhausted to even try do it. Meursault, maybe, sometimes make attepts to understand. They not really care about her company, but they learnt how to work with her on a field. They again don't really care about her IDs as long as they get a job done.

Ryoshu knows that something fucking wrong with Don and feels that they are way more similar than someone could guess. She tries a lot to provoke Don, wanting to see her violent snap. That's why Don avoids her as much as possible. But they are roommates and know about each other Bad Days a bit too much, to not have some understanding. I think they could spar a lot in their free time out of the bus, and it would be gruesome. They not really interested in teamwork, so on battlefield, they don't look like they fight together. Her favorite is Shi Don, because she's the easiest to provoke. She doesn't like Cinq, because she mess with Ryoshu instead.

(Also it's kinda funny how my main ships with Ryoshu are Outis and Don. She states that she hates liars and I am just surround her with them)

Hong Lu and Don have Understanding. They see each other lies and politely ignore it. They speak with each, but in a way that causes everyone else headache. Delusions squared. It like sharing a stage with another actor. No true words said, but they understand each other. They are fine in working together. He likes her W Corp version.

Heathcliff is weird. He thinks Don is honest and find her a bit annoying, but he is kind of getting attached a bit? He knows that having such moral code in City is stupid, but he can't help but agree with it. In Wuthering Heights he was surrounded by bad or cowardy people and I think meeting someone who aggressively trying to be a good person is a refreshing experience for him. They work good together. He likes Shi Don, because she cares a lot about him, which he appreciates.

Outis so fucking pissed about Don. She knows that she lying and she hates this persona so much, but she can't do anything about it. Which kinda slowly drives her insane. I kinda think that sometimes she walks to any Sinner and tries to start a talk "Don't you think there is something wrong with her?" Most of them don't understand her and Faust and Ryoshu usually just mess with her. To everyone surprise they work ridiculously good together(because I use them in every team) because Don knows better than keep her persona around Outis in dangerous situation, and gives her best. She liked Cinq one, because she's really professional and gets along with 7Outis

[thefloatingstone]

Random sims update post, feel free to ignore.

1: They got married. Nothing too funny to post, I just like the wedding dress I put together.

The Wedding gameplay is so busted I don't even recommend it. It took 4 tries to get them married because something kept going wrong like a werewolf showing up and wrecking things, a storm happening when the wedding was outdoors etc etc.

Even THIS wedding was almost a disaster because Mr Groom over here thought it was ok to eat a piece of wedding cake in his inventory before it was placed. So I had to plonk a kitchen down so the groom could quickly bake a NEW wedding cake while Mr Bride entertained the guests.

The wedding gameplay is more stress than it's worth.

2: There's a "teach to knit" interaction.

3: The most useful firefighters of all time. (the fire was caused by an incense holder which I didn't even know could happen)

4: Baby grew up

5: While looking for a puppy to adopt I wanted a small dog who was male because my other dog is a large female. And RNGsus gave me a male Pekinese puppy called "Garrus" so it was instantly adopted of course.

5: Because the stupid fucking "Mischief day" gave the 90s alien the mischief trait, he, while I was distracted, completely memory wiped one of his oldest friends. And then because he is hotheaded he proceeded to be FURIOUS that he and his oldest friend had a falling out, convinced it was HER FAULT.

this is the same sim who sang to his husband after he gave birth about how he was gonna beat the shit out of him [affectionate]

[guangchuans]

hey adam what did you think of the metamorph concert? oh funny you should ask! here :3

hi guys. i’ll pretend i know staging directing and anything more about music than “i like sounds” here 👍

first, critique:

the concert felt and was rather short. i understand why, but it was still sad to had it end so soon lol

my personal opinion here: i wish we got more older songs other than the iconic ones, but again, this is the guilty album concert, so i understand

he really did not do well on “not over you” and i’m glad he acknowledged it too, not just moving past a subpar performance

“want” also wasn’t the nicest imo? he sang that weirdly low, or at least that’s what i heard

maybe again, just my audio, but it really didn’t sound as if he actually Sung “advice” lol

this one i’ve said before but honestly, even taemin can’t do “move” now - the dance i mean. maybe it was the clothing here though bc on the show with akmu it was great. but yeah the red cloth outfit didn’t pair well with “move” imo and made the key hip movement look messy

this is not about taemin; the beyond live style of concert kind of deprived us of actual cinematography of it :/ like tell me why strings and black rose looked so much better on random fancams from 7 rows behind than… on the actual screen lol

general commentary:

he was so nervous. really. like i get why, again, i understand it all, and even that didn’t stop him from delivering some absolutely delicious stages, but ohhh brother he was nervous

why was the audience so. dead. like why did you hype up my man when he did good huh. i have to do everything in this house myself next time i’ll be the hype man nr 1

this is my lukewarm take: i didn’t enjoy the “criminal” rock version that much. it was very boring? the chord progression of the guitar sounded too much like a sample without much twist, and there were better ways to incorporate rock into that song imo

i think overall the ratio of lip sync to backing track to no backing track was reasonable and i do like that he didn’t try to lip sync much, just letting everyone see “yeah this is playback”

and now <3 praise and what i enjoyed <3

even though i really don’t like “the rizzness”, that opening was fucking insane. imagine starting a concert while hanging upside down. and singing while it. wow!

all the ment segments were so precious. it was clear he missed the audience for his solo stuff too. i know he’s been touring with shinee for half a year now and all but i imagine it’s different to know that these people came here only for you, you know? the interactions were cute and it was just… well it’s good to see the both sides of lee taemin :)

as i mentioned, the ratio of supported vocals to raw vocals was reasonable, but when he did actually sing… oh lee taemin. this is obviously a biased opinion because i genuinely love his voice, it was what made me fall in love with him as an artist in the first place. notable mentions of vocals imo:

“heaven” was perfectly delivered and a feast as always. the bridge in “heaven” is probably my top 5 taemin bridges, so it’s not surprising, but the energy on the stage while he performs that is So Good. MWAH

“light” was fun! i was dancing along, the playing with the dancers choreo is entertaining to watch and it’s a good time over all

after the flop of “not over you” he payed back with both “night away” and “blue” to me. “night away” especially, it felt so warm and so… just lovely. he nailed that

even though i don’t particularly enjoy “black rose” i can’t deny, it was so good. the choreo is always captivating and he sung it well

“door” … where do i even start. “door” is one of my favourite taemin songs of all time, and to see it executed in such a bold way was absolutely incredible and so enthralling, i felt enchanted listening to each new note and line. genuinely an amazing experience

some miscellaneous thoughts that i don’t know where to place:

i loved “impressionable,” the energy was so right for it, especially, well the D2 unzipped pants :)

the “strings” choreo is so sensual and sexy and yet in this classic taemin style of subtlety about it, it’s so nice to watch, to see him get lost in the pain/pleasure the song talks about. and there is almost, a grown aspect to it now, the aspect of like fully owning his body and what he does with it. very nice

“she loves me she loves me not” was cute, the choreography was very simple but still nice to look at, and i loved the energy on stage of it. the girl gang TM smiling and all :) good time!

rearrangements/special concert versions of songs:

as i mentioned above, i have lukewarm feelings about “criminal,” i didn’t dislike it, but it could have been better

LOVED the whole “danger” stage so much as well as “famous,” to me they’re like two sides of the same coin tbh. and something about both of them being in the same section as want mmm…

i wish i didn’t have to talk about “guilty” but i think i have to mention “guilty” too. the staging was absolutely gorgeous, the orchestral pieces at the beginning and before the bridge, the change in choreo of the dancers as if ensnaring him… it was delicious! such a good stage!

a separate section for the encore because i feel like it deserves it:

i don’t think it’s too untoward to think of jonghyun’s passing when it came to the date of the concert. i saw a few other mentions of it too, so i know i’m not alone in this belief. and this is not to suggest it was somehow planned this way with this date in mind, but rather, soemthing to just keep in the back of your head, i guess?

the whole encore was magical. opening the concert back up with “idea”, the orchestral version nonetheless, and staging that mixed both the hell and heaven aspects of the concept (light blue iridescent suit + dark stage lighting and fire) was delicious to witness and a great way to get the energy in the audience back up again

i don’t think i can talk much about what “pansy” means to me as a song without crying. maybe it’s stupid, because that’s exactly what the song was meant to do, but the fact that taemin co-wrote it too just… makes it so special :( and to know what… the sentiment of the song is probably even doubled now, to know that he came back from the enlistment, because so many fans kept loving him and his music and we stayed by his side even when he wasn’t there. this is just me being sappy i know but to hear “pansy” again made my heart sing

“i think it’s love” is a beautiful song and he sung it beautifully. it was a great encore choice, just an overall masterpiece

finishing the concert with “identity” of all his songs, on a concert named metamorph after the idea of metamorphosis, the imagery of cocoons and blooming and growth seen throughout the concert, with, once again, the significance of the date… it meant so much. it means so much. it was genuinely a moving performance, one that hooks you in and keeps you there, not letting you go. the emotion the execution the meaning behind it all… it just felt right, for that song to close the concert

CLOSING THOUGHTS

i’ve seen every taemin concert, save for the beyond live one in 2021, and this one fits into the theme beautifully. it’s a comeback, it’s a reminder that he’s still here, that he is Back, and he is back for good! as he said in one fan sign, this will go on for as long as he wants to and he will be the one to put the stop to it. i’m grateful for everything taemin did musically this year and i can’t wait to see him grow even more, as an artist and as a person. love you! if anyone read this whole thing leave me an 🍎 emoji in the replies hah <3

[heybaetae]

Do you love bts even more now after seeing them at the Harry concert and being themselves? I get butterflies watching all the videos, I honestly don’t know if I could of handled it IRL

i didn't think i could love then any more than i already did but god...yes. they were so fucking happy and excited to be there. you could tell how much they love harry. they knew every single song and never stopped singing and dancing from the minute he came on (this is based on what i saw whenever i looked over at them. i was waaay too close to them to feel comfortable ogling at them because too many people were doing that and i paid a lot of money and waited two years to be there, so i had to make sure to watch harry too lol). but they were very endeared by army singing at them and so, so respectful not to draw attention to themselves when they arrived. the venue security and their own security were great and took great care of them! i was surprised how chill it was. i was even more shocked how calm i was too when i realized it was them, but i think that had a lot to do with them just being very chill and respectful too. they weren't making it a big deal so i didn't either. it just felt?? like?? safe??? it was so surreal. they just made it feel cool. and their energy once the show started was so high, they made it 1000x more fun. the positive vibes were absolutely radiating off of them and i was so happy for them that they had a night out like that after so long! it was lovely to witness. i'll never ever forget it. 💜

[wildestdreamsblog]

Nothing’s gonna hurt you

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: There was nothing more dangerous than a clingy villain.

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: One shot that has around almost 6k words. Also, happy birthday to me <3

Lloyd woke up with a start, a thing that he usually did not do. He had always been the epitome of calmness, of tranquility even in the face of death. In fact, everything had became boring to him lately. He thought that things were getting repetitive recently. He had racked his brain until he bore himself from analyzing why he couldn’t find joy in doing the mundane…such as torturing, kidnapping, killing..you know the works.

The fact that he woke up with a start made him smile. Finally, he thought, finally something different. He opened his eyes with an inhuman like serenity considering that he was lying down on the floor, with his hands tied behind him. His muscles strained from the position he found himself in that he could hear his bones cracking as he moved. How long had he been in this exciting position?

It was late at night, and the only light came from the moon itself. You watched the psychopath from the shadows as he sat up, his face light as he smiled maniacally. It was like he was excited for something and you could not stressed this enough, but Lloyd Hansen was a preternatural man. You frowned as he laughed out loud, the sound echoing on in the abandoned warehouse you brought him in, his hair falling on his face. What the fuck?

You walked lightly, circling him from the shadows- a thing you were grateful for as it gave you the uninterrupted time to observe the man that was causing chaos in guise of legal work. It wasn’t, you checked. Something was going down, and he was in the midst of it all. You even thought that he was the mastermind. He sure as hell was smart enough for that. A man like him who went to Harvard, who had a strength different from a normal man, who could be charming when he wanted- this man was used to getting what he wanted by any means.

“Come on, pumpkin. Show me your face,” he sang as he looked around calmly, specifically to where you were hidden. Did this man have a sixth sense or something? Was that why he was so difficult to catch and stop? “I want to see the face of the woman who managed to kidnap me.”

You rolled your eyes. It was true what they claimed, Lloyd had the flair for the dramatics. You wondered how he knew you were a woman, but nonetheless, you didn’t dwell much on it. You stepped out of the shadows slowly, your boots the only thing making a sound as he watched you with his cold, maniacal eyes. “There she is!” He grinned at you, his stance relaxed as if he wasn’t a disheveled fool right now. “There’s my little kidnapper! I have to say, you are without any doubt, the highlight of my day.”

You kept your distance as you listened to him. If this was a different setting, you would be immensely happy to listen to him ramble, maybe then you would have a deeper understanding as to what made a psychopath. But alas, you did not have the time to dissect his brain.

He squinted his eyes at you, taking you in from top to bottom. If you noticed the interest he had in his eyes, you didn’t say anything. As soon as the forces you contacted arrived, you would be free of this man child.

Lloyd tilted his head to the side, you didn’t like how you could feel his eyes taking you in appreciatively as if he wasn’t minutes away from being subdued by the forces. “I have to say, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my cute and interesting life.”

Of all the things he could have said, you never anticipated him to say that. Was he…flirting with you? You almost shuddered at the thought, your face betraying you as you crinkled your nose from disgust. You were taken a back from his compliment that you couldn’t stopped yourself from speaking to him.

“Were you dropped on your head when you were an infant?” You asked seriously, looking intently at his cocky smile. You needed to know why the hell he was like this. Was this an in-born thing? Something he acquired as he grew up? Was he not breastfed? You meant- how else would you rationalize his psychopathy nature?

“There’s a possibility that happened,” he answered truthfully, indulging you- anything to keep you talking. It was a dangerous thing, he was interested in you that he couldn’t rationalize it. For fuck’s sake, he could get out of the bind, but he wanted more time with you for reasons he did not have. “But enough about me, cupcake. What’s your name? How did you land yourself this job? This is extremely dangerous, pumpkin. I think you’re better off doing some other job than this. Leave this to the men, sugar. Also, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? A-“

“You are extremely talkative, aren’t you?” You cut him off, feeling your blood pressure increasing with each word he said. “And a sexist one at that, too. Why am I not surprised?”

“Oh, I think I have to care enough about other people to be called sexist. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about anyone. Yet somehow, you got my attention,” he finished his tirade and with that, he finished disentangling the complicated knot you did on the rope. Too bad, sunshine, he was exceptional when it came to this. In fact, if you were anyone, you would be long gone. Lucky for you, he thought, you were a gem that he was fascinated of. Or unlucky of you, you were now interesting to the most dangerous man on the planet. After all, you unknowingly made his bleak day (or life if he was being dramatic- which, he wasn’t!).

He watched as you shook your head, as if you were too disappointed to even spare him a glance. And that was your undoing pumpkin spice, the moment you looked away, Lloyd moved. And before you knew it, he was within your space, his smile closed to leer as he steadily subdued your struggles with his one hand, the other touching your hair. You looked up at him with widened eyes, not making sense of how he got out of his bind. He was fascinated, he admitted. In his twisted mind, he wondered if this was how Hades felt when he saw Persephone.

If he had more time, he would leaned down to taste your lips. Alas, he ran out of time. He could sensed movement outside the warehouse, and any moment from now, they would bursted in. With a depressed sigh, he shook his head.

“Next time, sugar, don’t ruin my hair when you’re kidnapping me, m’kay?”

And then he pressed down on your neck, effectively making you lost you consciousness.

That was the first of many run-ins with the infamous Lloyd Hansen. If you found it peculiar that you were still well and breathing after the ‘Lloyd’ experience, you didn’t dwell on it. Why? Because dwelling on it would make your head hurt so much and yet still did not have the answer. How could you understand a psychopath such as him?

The second time you were able to track him, he went with you willingly with an annoying smile on his face. His face lit up when you kicked his door open, as if he was a child who saw his favorite cartoon character in person. His huge body came closer to you, not paying any mind to the number of guns laid on the table behind him. And even as he did so, he asked you a bunch of things. He bombarded you with questions such as your favorite food, favorite color, favorite flowers- everything that did not make sense to you. You looked at him warily even as he offered his wrists for you to bind with a pleasant smile on his face.

The fifth time you tried to capture him, he asked you if you liked his shirt. Because according to him, and you quoted, ‘I bought it because I thought you’d like it. So do you like it, cupcake?’. This was not your first mission, and not to brag, but you had been in this career for half a decade. Okay fine, now that you said it, it really sounded lame in front of the man who was uncontrollable and vicious his whole life. This wasn’t the first time you were sent to capture a man, but God, this was the first time you met an assignment so. Fucking. Talkative. And weird, too! All his actions pointed to him having a minuscule crush on you but did this man have any heart? You convinced yourself he was just being himself, and that was annoying you.

The eighth time you showed up, you showed up bloodied and bruised. Your other enemy proved to be extremely good at fighting, but nevertheless, you managed to beat the asshole. You were better than him, you scoffed to yourself. And that was when his ring-ladened fingers punched you in your face. Granted, your injuries were five-day old at the time you stopped his evil plan, your body was not healing nicely. Okay, you would admit they didn’t heal properly because you hadn’t been following the doctor’s directive of resting for a month. You thought, meh, who has the time?

You went down, hugging your body close to the wall so as to not fall to your death. For heaven’s sake, you were twenty stories up. You wondered why Lloyd chose to torture someone in this floor rather than in the usual place. You know? Like the basement? Like a normal psychopath would?

You eyed the open window- and there you saw the man tied down on the chair, his mouth taped shut. His face twisted that of a horrified pain and sitting in front of him was none other than the calm, scowling Lloyd.

“Like, it’s been almost a month and she still isn’t back,” he said conversationally, his lips pouting as he talked to the frightened man. He said this so nonchalantly that you’d think he wasn’t removing the fingernails of the man one by one. “I’m getting quite worried. And impatient, too!”

You winced as you heard the man whimpered from the pain, his face whitening even further. You suffered with the man as he shouted for what seemed like forever, before Lloyd sighed in disappointment. Fuck, Lloyd was indeed a sadist.

“Okay pepper, we ran out of nails. Let’s take a break.”

You waited for a moment to make sure Lloyd already left before even daring to step to the opened window, and lifting yourself up. Tonight, your target wasn’t Lloyd. Tonight, your mission was to save this man from Lloyd’s evil claws. The man’s eyes were closed when you entered the room. You approached him cautiously, “I’m here to save you. Keep quiet,” you ordered lowly, working efficiently to until him and tend to his wound as fast as you could, just enough so that he wouldn’t perished while still under your care.

You lead him to the window, made sure he was harnessed carefully on the rope, before looking down to make sure the person paired to you was discreetly waiting below. With a nod, you were about to push the man away when you heard the door opening swiftly. You turned around to find Lloyd looking at you like he was surprised before his lips tilted up. He was skipping to you when you pointed your gun at him, shielding the whimpering man behind you.

“Take one more step and I’ll shoot you in your handsome face, Lloyd,” you warned him steadily, your eyes never leaving his confused ones.

“You think I’m handsome, pumpkin?” He asked dramatically. In fact, he said it so fiercely that you smiled unconsciously under your mask. What the fuck? Were you now finding him…endearing? No! Absolutely not! You could and would not find a psychopath endearing! Maybe you should have heeded the doctor’s orders and stayed in bed? Maybe you were hit too hard that your brain was now turning into a mush?

“I’m taking this man with me-“

“Okay, cupcake.”

Once again, Lloyd took advantage of your surprise. He moved rapidly, pushing the screaming man out of the window. He never lost his smile as he did so. You looked down immediately to see that your partner managed to get there just in time. Fuck, you thought the man lost his life. But not tonight, no.

“So, how are you?” He asked excitedly, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained enthusiasm that you had to step back. Was this how he was when you hadn’t wrecked his plans for almost a month?

He was close to you that you his scent could passed through the black mask you were wearing. Well.. for one it was to camouflage you in the darkness. And well.. another reason was because you felt like you needed to conceal the marks of violence the other villain left you. Strangely though, the most powerful villain always left you unmarked and unharmed. Lloyd was nothing but….peculiarly almost sweet when it came to you.

“You let him go,” you stated disconcertingly, your eyes going from the still-opened window to the man standing in front of you.

“Yes, sugar, I did. I’m gonna get him again, don’t you worry. Anyway! How are you? Have you eaten? Did you like the view? I chose this because it’s overlooking the city lights,” He smiled at you, his stupid mustache was somehow growing on you. How could they not? You had been after him, caught him, but then come what may, he was able to escape. And you did try your best to contain him.

“My work here is done..” you trailed off to yourself. You were about to turn around when Lloyd, for the first time ever, touched you first. His big hand completely encircled your arm, and boy did you flinch. It was the side where the other villain threw you against the wall, and the arm told a colorful story of bruises.

You froze when you took a look at his eyes- his now completely displeased eyes. His jaw was clenched hard, his eyes trained on your arm before without any warning, ripped your sleeve off of you, baring your bruises to him. And you were all too powerless to stop him.

“Who. Did. This.”

Any attempt to pull your arm away from his gentle yet strong grip were thwarted. He was a mountain and he couldn’t be moved, not when he was in this mood. How dare any son of a bitch hurt you, he thought, when he himself touched you only so softly, so gently and treated you like the precious person that you were. He was seething with anger, his protective instincts going haywire for the first time in his whole life. He had only known how to inflict pain, and never to protect anyone but himself, or sometimes not even himself. But this burning feeling inside him when he saw you flinched was unlike any other.

Oh my god? Did he like you? It was starting to dawn in his sagacious mind that you were someone he never wanted to see hurt, that perhaps you meant something more to him than a harmless interest.

Oh pumpkin, this feeling was more dangerous than any other villain combined.

Lloyd looked thoughtful, and to be honest, a tad bash of horrified. W-was he…starting to have feelings? Was he starting to care for someone else other than himself?

Ew.

You took advantage of his weakness, you wretched your arm away from him. And only then did he look at you as if he really saw you. Lloyd furrowed his brows, his voice cold as he warned you. “If you don’t tell me who did that to you, I’ll have my men blow the head off of your partner and that ugly little shit you just saved. They’re still in the perimeters, sweet cheeks.”

You stared at his irate eyes for a moment and finally came into the conclusion that this was not a battle you would win, that for the first time since the two of you came upon each other, he was showing the inch of his power. He had only been playful when it came to you, never to threaten you. But now, he was.

Could you accept that his breaking point was seeing you hurt?

“He���s currently imprisoned in the Island,” you chose your words carefully, seeing as he was almost trembling in anger. The Island, the place where the most hardened criminals were kept away from the society, where anything and everything was a fair game.

Lloyd nodded seriously before pulling you again closer to him. But this time, he was resolute as he inspected your injuries and without any preamble, he pulled down your mask.

“I’ll have someone call that asshole’s family to prepare for his funeral.”

It was the same day when you heard the news of him passing. But still, you shook off the feeling that you were in deeper than what was safe.

And so in the tenth time, he was not the villain you were catching. Astonishingly, though, Lloyd was also in a mission against his co-villain. His strong and large arm was raised to stab the villain when his eyes landed on yours. He was just as bloodied as his enemy, his hair falling from his well-combed hair. His eyes lit up before he pushed his enemy away from him carelessly to the ground.

“Cupcake, I didn’t expect to see you! I’ll just kill this insect real quick and then I’m all yours-“

Your brows furrowed before you looked at the man behind him. Well, this was awkward. He was your real target but seeing that Lloyd almost got him, you didn’t know what to do. With a sheepish look, your hand scratching your neck uncomfortably, “I’m not here for you.”

“What do you mean you’re not here for-“ he stopped as he comprehended what you were saying. “You’re here for him?” He spatted the question as if it disgusted him with no end in sight.

“I have to say, I feel cheated.”

And with that, Lloyd prolonged the man’s agony, all while mumbling under his breath how the man stole your priceless attention from Lloyd.

Finally, the thirteenth time you attempted to capture him, he kissed you.

Before coming here, you told your handler that this would be the last time you would do this. You stated that Lloyd was destroying your record-but the truth was you were starting to see that you weren’t the right person for the job. You thought that other would fit this role better, maybe like Six or someone else.

But then you saw him facedown on the vast lake, and to this day, you couldn’t think of any reason why you jumped and pulled him with all your strength to safety. Or why you did your absolute best to pump his chest and breathe air into his lungs- or why you felt a hallow feeling when you thought he was dead.

You steadied your arms as you pumped on his muscular chest, his expensive and annoying shirt damped with water and blood. Right now, you didn’t like the color of his lips. He was too pale for your liking. With practiced movement, you pinched his aristocrat nose, and breathed air into his lips. You didn’t know how many times you repeated the procedure, and you were getting quite desperate for unknown reasons.

But then you felt it, a warm feeling inside your mouth. And..w-was that a tongue?

Your eyes widened before trying to pull your head away from him only to have his powerful hand pushed the back of your head down closer to him.

He kissed you like a man on a mission, he kissed you like you were the answer to everything. He did it so ruthlessly that you thought he wouldn’t stopped. With no choice left, the air in your lungs rapidly running out, you pressed down on the wound on his shoulder. And only then did he let you go as he chuckled about how devious you were.

“I’ll willingly die again if only to have your lips touch mine once again,” he said lowly, his strength quickly dissipating. And that was how you left him.

It had been more than a month since you last saw him that you didn’t think you’d see him again. Yet here he was, crinkling his nose at you, sitting so calmly beside you on the bar. You went here after a stressful week, the toll of the job sitting on your shoulder that you knew you needed to de-stress. And how would you do that now seeing as the 67% of the reason why you were stressed suddenly showed up?

You were just about to sip your margarita when a muscular man sat beside you, his legs spread out as he sat facing you.

“You don’t kiss a man and then leave him. That’s just plain rude,” he said monotonously when you couldn’t get past your shock. How was he here? Last you heard he was on the other side of the world. You specifically had been picking jobs that were located far away from him because you still couldn’t get over what happened the last time you saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked around as if it was obvious, “Cupcake, you stopped coming for me! What was a man to do? Of course I’d follow you-“

“Are you insane?” You finally voiced out the question that had been plaguing your mind since the first moment you saw him.

“Who knows? It runs in my family it practically gallops, pumpkin.” He smiled in his own charming way that you couldn’t helped but…appreciate it. Gah, even his tight expensive-ass Gucci polo shirt was also growing on you, you thought as you barely stopped yourself from puking.

“What do you want, Lloyd?”

“I think I want to see you on a daily basis. I don’t know why I’m more irritable when you’re not around I mean, have you any idea how many people experienced my wrath just this month alone because of that?”

You were still confused what he wanted you to do. In addition, you were confused as to why this man was still not caught. Perhaps..you needed Six’s help?

He was still talking when you decided to call it a night. You walked away from him, almost to your car when you felt a strong hand pulled you closer, and for the second time, kissed you.

Lloyd’s lips were soft as he devoured you, his body pushing you against the car that you could feel his hard muscles all over you. His hand angled your jaw to him, his other hand imprisoning your wrists gently. You felt him lift his knee, pushing it on your pussy. And that was when you moaned in his mouth, you couldn’t believed how a villain could make you feel this…heat. Lloyd ground his muscular thigh continuously, teasing you mercilessly.

You were thankful that it was late at night and no one could see you, not that Lloyd would let anyone see you like this. Without any warning, Lloyd inserted his hand in your jeans, inside your thong, his fingers expertly playing with your clit- and that was when you came so hard.

He held you in his powerful arms as you rode your high, whispering sweet and dirty things in your ear. You opened your eyes just in time to see him suck off your cum from his finger, all while watching you with darkened eyes.

You were more adamant than ever to avoid him after that night. No good could come out from being in close proximity with him, not when you knew he affected you just as much. For two months you were successful, until one night you came home and found your apartment empty. Your dog, your cute ass chihuahua was nowhere in sight. You searched the whole apartment, called for him relentlessly with promises of treats and toys- but no dog showed. Your phone rang twice, and when you picked it up, you felt your blood pressure rising.

Two messages. It took two messages for you to show up at Lloyd’s annoying and pretentious huge house.

‘I kidnapped your dog. I have the upper hand.’

‘BTW, it’s my dog now. We bonded.’

You marched in his house, the one he sent an address to you with maps and all. The guards let you in with respectful nod even when you carried a huge gun in your hand. You wanted to slap the shit out of the man smiling near the front door, wanted to rip his mustache off of his face. How dare he steal your dog?!

“You’re one clingy villain, do you know that?” You screamed at him even if he was still more than eight feet away.

“I heard that!!”

“You were supposed to! Give me back my dog!”

“See, the way you’re looking at me right now is giving me mixed signal. You look like you want to fuck me as well as kill me. Both are hot, sugar.” He chuckled as he dodged your punch, angling his body away from you. You didn’t know how but between your anger and him dodging every attack you threw his way, you were now inside his lair, the locks on the door in place. You heard a bark and just when you kneeled down to welcome your dog into your arms, he ran past you and into Lloyd’s muscular arms.

“Traitor.”

He laughed before walking confidently past you, “Come on, I prepared dinner for us.”

That night ended with him kissing you like there was no tomorrow, giving you no option but to enjoy his kisses. You underestimated his clinginess, because from then on, he inserted himself in your life so hard you could not pull him out. How he just showed up in every aspect was making you lose the ever loving piece of sanity you had. You were immensely provoked when he tagged along in your every mission- how he knew where you were was starting to anger you. He even finished your missions! You could not do anything because he wouldn’t let you! On days when he could, he’d steer you to his cold palace. All the time, his smile on you was sincere, he took care of you albeit against your wishes. On some good days when he was on his most charming self, you could almost forget he was this psychopath who did nothing good in his life. And on the nights he did nothing but looked at you with awe in his eyes, you could almost fall for him. Almost. And now you felt nothing but conflicted. Because at the end of the day, he was the villain and you were the one working to stop villains from terrorizing this world.

Finally, on the night you have had it with him, you found him inside your apartment, looking inside your refrigerator as if it was his. The room was dark, the only light came from the refrigerator. You were almost trembling from anger. How dare he barged into your life and took reigns of it?

How dare he make you feel things that you knew were wrong to feel for the biggest, baddest villain of all?

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Hansen?” You asked coldly. Lloyd turned to look at you, his broad back carefree as if you weren’t seething in anger. He looked at you with amusement in his eyes.

“I’m waiting for my woman, cupcake,” he answered flirtatiously before sauntering closer to you, his face leaning in before you turned the last second. His lips instead fell on your cheeks. And you felt him smile, that cold smile of his.

“You have no woman here.”

You could hear a pin drop from the total silence- you didn’t move as Lloyd slowly smiled maniacally, his eyes turning colder, losing the warmth they had in them when he saw you. He walked closer to you, and you had no choice but to step back. You could recognized the predator that he was now, you were intelligent enough not to goad him. But you knew, if you backed down now, he’d completely take reins of you life. And your independence would just be a story.

“Choose your words wisely, my love. Aren’t you mine?”

“I’m no one’s-“

He gripped your hair in one hand, tipping them back before kissing you, his kisses were hard, were deep, as if he was reminding you who he was. And that if he decided you were his, there was nothing you could do. But you weren’t that girl.

You bit hard, you bit his lips and you tasted his blood. And only then did he let you breath. With calmed movements, he wiped his bleeding lips with his thumb. And then he laughed. You took advantage of his distraction. You ran to the door, so near your escape when you felt strong and powerful arms surrounded your waist, hauling you off your feet as you thrashed and struggled against Lloyd. But to him, you might as well be a kitten. You could not moved a lion, cupcake, he thought. You should have known that.

Without any preamble, Lloyd threw you down your bed, not giving you any chance to escape from him once again, he sat on your abdomen, his hands working quickly to remove his belt before tying them quickly on your wrists and on your bed.

He nodded to himself before smiling cockily at you. “You looked so pretty tied up, cupcake. Completely at my mercy,” he appreciated his work before smiling coldly at you. You tried to keep him, to twist and get yourself free but to no avail. You were only tiring yourself out. Lloyd only chuckled as he watched you before standing up and stripping completely off his fancy clothes. He pushed down his pants, revealing to you his hard, thick cock. It moved against his strong stomach as he moved closer to you, bobbing up and down, the head wet with his precum.

“You know, I never thought this would be how our first time would be like. But now that I see it, you were always meant to be tied down to my bed. Well, in this case, your bed. But no worries, pumpkin, we’d move to our bed later.”

He crawled languidly at you, and you could only try to move away from him. He took his cock in his hand as he kneeled, his thigh on either side of your stomach. He pumped his cock slowly, watching you with dark eyes.

“I thought I’d get to romance you slower. You’re mine, you deserve to be romanced, to be taken care of…but it seems like you’re not ready for those thing.”

“Don’t do this, Lloyd,” you said shakily, from fear or from the pulsing lust, you weren’t sure. But you knew there was no turning back if he pushed through this. “You can still walk away. You can still let me leave-“

“Perhaps, I allowed you too much freedom,” he whispered before he took the knife from under your pillow- how he knew there was one was lost on you as he sliced your thin top, leaving your heaving breasts bare to his eyes. He wasted no time, he leaned down and sucked your nipples greedily, his mustache leaving a sensation on your sensitive skin. Soft moans and whimpers could be heard from you, your body thrashing against his from too much pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, cupcake,” he murmured before unceremoniously pulling your pants away from you. Your thin thong was in between your pussy lips, barely hiding your core to him. And he loved that. He loved that so much that he leaned in and inhaled your aphrodisiac smell, his mustache rubbing your core. And then he sliced it off you.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he inserted to fingers in you, his mouth sucking your clit vigorously. Your essence seeping into his mustache, soaking his whole face as he ate you relentlessly. “Fucking beautiful pussy,” he said as he ran his tongue on your slit. He didn’t stop, not even when you came for the third time that you were practically weeping.

“You’re not leaving. Not when this cunt is dripping for me.”

Your legs were shaking as he lifted them over his shoulder, his hard cock pointing on your soaked pussy. He licked his lips, loving the taste of you before he gripped his cock, sliding it down your slit over and over until you were sure you were going to come again.

“What do you want, cupcake?”

Still, you gave him no satisfaction of hearing you speak. But he was fine with that, instead, he slid his aching cock on your slit, coating it with your wetness. He was so hard, grinding on you that you came without any warning. You couldn’t keep quiet at this point, your moans echoing on your room. “Pumpkin, all you have to do is ask-“

“Fuck me, Lloyd!”

And then his hard cock slammed into you. He fucked you like he hated you, and then he fucked you like he loved you. He filled your pussy completely, thrusting his fat cock in and out of you, his large hand on your stomach enjoying the way his cock outlined on your stomach.

“Your pussy is so tight, fucking perfect. I’m never going to let you go,” he groaned as his thick cock filled you, his length fucking you into submission.

“Oh fuck, Lloyd please! I-I’m- coming!”

That wasn’t an orgasm you felt before. This asshole could fucked like it was his job. You were still trembling when he pulled out of you, his come seeping out of your hole. He gathered you in his arms after he removed the belt from you wrists. He didn’t need that now, not when he had you in his arms completely. You weren’t going nowhere. Because apparently, he was the only one who can keep you safe. He was the only one who cared about you. Lloyd realized you weren’t safe, not with so much freedom in your hands. You’d soon love his palace, the maze, and the endless wealth he would give you. You’d also enjoy his distant, personal island where he’d take you if you weren’t ready to be his just yet. He smiled as his plan formulated in his brain.

And when he held her, he felt a different peace, one that was not from unaliving someone. This, this was serenity, he thought. This was peace and life with you. And nobody would take it away from Lloyd, not even you.

[dreaming-roses]

°˖✧ playtime ✧˖°

Tentacles: Sub!Childe x gn!Reader (NSFW) - Request

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

SUMMARY: You purchase some tentacles and experiment on Childe.

WARNING(S): Tentacles, degrading, name-calling, overstim, exhibitionism, bondage, anal, dacryphilia

CHARACTER(S): Childe

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The idea of buying tentacles was inspired by the 18+ manga series "Your Neighborhood Tentacle Shop" by Okunoha!! Go check it out~

"Childe, come here~" you sang. "I have a surprise for you, darling."

You heard him come down the stairs. "What's up, (y/n)?" He appeared in the doorway, as handsome as ever. "What's that you're holding, dear?" He nodded at your hand.

You smiled. "Remember how you said you wanted to try out some tentacles?" Childe's eyes widened. "Well, I bought some." He came closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he peered at the fist-sized bag, gently tugging it from your hand.

"Whoa. This is a thing? Thank you, (y/n)." He kissed you on the cheek. "So... how do these work?" Childe asked curiously, reading the instructions on the bag of little red capsules. "Oh wait, here we go. 'Dissolve capsules in hot but not boiling water and wait until tentacles begin to squirm. Starting with 3 or less is highly recommended for beginners.' I didn't know these were real. Why three, though?"

"Probably because, y'know, beginners. But maybe you should use more than that," you teased. Childe raised an eyebrow at you, his eyes sparking with amusement. "What? You have pretty good stamina." You flicked his nose playfully.

"You kinky bastard. You just want to watch the show." Childe ripped open the top of the bag and shook at least ten pills into his palm. He picked one up and rolled it dubiously between two fingers, examining the shiny red gelatin shell. "You sure I'll enjoy this, (y/n)?"

"Yep." You smiled at him as you filled up a small cooking pot with heated water. "And so will I."

Childe blushed furiously as he dropped the handful of capsules into the water, avoiding your gaze. "Whoa—" He leaned in, watching the capsules dissolve in the water, revealing little pale pink tentacles that began to absorb the water and grow in size. They began to writhe in the pot, splashing water around as they expanded. "O-Okay, that's actually pretty... big..." He shifted his legs, biting his lower lip. "T-That would probably feel... really good..."

"Are you looking forward to this?" you asked him, smiling as you saw the tent in his pants. Childe nodded, his face adorably red. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. "Then strip."

"H-Here?" he said incredulously. "In the kitchen?"

"Yep. It's easier to clean up," you explained. "And why not? Look, they're already raring to go." On the counter, the tentacles squirmed around eagerly.

Childe didn't need any more convincing. He began to pull off his jacket and pants, letting them fall to the floor and revealing his cock, already hard and throbbing slightly.

"Good boy," you said approvingly. "Go sit down over there." You grabbed a tentacle with both hands, marveling at the slimy-slick texture as you lifted it out of the bowl. You walked toward Childe, smirking as you saw how his cock was already dripping with precum. "Such a horny little slut." You dropped the tentacle onto him.

"Mmm—ahh—AHH?!" Childe cried out as the tentacle wound itself around his cock, stroking his slit and pumping his length. "Mmmmh—ah—fuck, that's good, that's good—AH—(y/n)—" He moaned, shuddering as the tentacle stimulated his cock.

You sat down on a nearby chair, lounging in it. "Look at you, so fucking pathetic. You want more, you needy whore?" you mocked, already reaching for the pot on the counter.

"Yes! More! Please! Please! Yes..." Childe begged, squirming on the floor. "More!" He arched his back, moaning as the tentacle pumped him. "Hah... more... please, (y/n)..."

You laughed, reaching into the pot and dropping a couple of the thicker ones onto his thighs. "Have fun, slut." The new tentacles wound around his thighs, holding them apart and gently sliding up and down the sensitive skin.

"Ah—nnngh—AH—hah—AH—" Childe wailed as the tentacle rubbed the tip of his cock, his legs trembling. He thrashed on the floor, arching his back. "Gonna cum—gonna cu-um-mmmngh—" Cum spurted out of his cock, landing on the floor between his legs. He threw his head back, panting. "Mmm—ah—ah—more... please..."

"You fucking slut. Begging already aren't you? Begging like a dog," you sneered, tossing the rest of the tentacles onto his shuddering body. "Well, here you go." They began to move over him, making him moan loudly.

"Ah—fuu-uuck—ah—" Childe groaned, his knees shuddering. The tentacle pumped his overstimulated cock, making him wail. "Nngh—just came—ah—" He squirmed on the floor.

"Well, this is a good view," you noted, idly twisting the bag of tentacle capsules between your fingers. "Maybe I should add more. How many is that? Ten? Oh my, you're such a dirty little slut."

"Y-Yes, your slut, I'm your little toy," Childe whimpered as one of the tentacles wound around his wrists, holding his arms in place. "I'm just your—ah—hah—WAIT—" He jerked around the tentacles began to lube up his hole, trailing over his rim before dipping in. It slowly pumped in and out of him before speeding up and brushing his prostate. The tentacles began to pump his cock again, using his cum as lube.

"Ah—mmmh—AH FUCK YES RIGHT THERE YES MORE MOREMOREMORE—" Childe screamed in pleasure as the tentacles began to overstimulate him. He sobbed and thrashed, tears running down his flushed face. "MORE MORE FUCK YES PLEASE—" he cried as he came again, his eyes rolling back in his head as white spurted all over his thighs. "FUCK YES MORE—" He looked at you with crazed, pleading eyes.

"Maybe I should just leave you here for a bit," you mused, getting up from the chair. "Have fun, dearie."

"No! Don't—ah—AH—go," Childe begged. "Play—nnngh—with—me—ah—please..." He squirmed over to you, clutching your leg and looking up at you adorably. "Please... I'm your little toy... look at me, please..." He gasped, doubling over as he came again, his face softening as the pleasure surged through his body. "More..." His eyelids fluttered, and he collapsed against you, his legs twitching.

"Aww, so cute," you murmured, scratching his chin. Childe whimpered, curling up against you as the tentacles overstimulated him without any sign of stopping. "Such a good boy, letting me play with you." You settled back into the chair, watching Childe squirm on the floor, his thrashing growing weaker. He cried out, cumming all over the floor, sobbing.

"More—ah—more, please—" Childe threw his head back, babbling and sobbing incoherently as he came again, his body shuddering. "More—more—more pleaseplease—pleasepleasemore—"

You sauntered over and gripped his chin, lifting up his head and admiring his desperate fucked-out expression. "I'm far from done with you, Childe. Playtime isn't over yet."

[intellectualfallacy]

Hiiii can I get some sang woo x f!reader smut !!! Maybe with some power play and degradation if you’re ok with it I’m so in love with this man it’s not even funny lol

A/N: I understand there's a reason why he was my first post lolll Hope you enjoy it and thanks for requesting!

Rating: Mature 18+

MINORS DONT INTERACT

Warning(s): Degredation; Hair-pulling; Smut W/O Plot

My face smushed against the pillow, my ass in the air as he let a hand slap hard against me.

“You look like a slut like this.” He said breathily as a hand grazed against my slit, two fingers delving deep into me.

“Sangwoo.” I moaned, trying to hide my face before his hand grasped my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He smirked as he palmed my clit, causing me to squeeze my eyes and groan. “You’re so sensitive.” He said, as he added another digit. I could only grasp tightly onto the bed sheets as I moaned his name, his fingers picking up their pace.

“Should I make you come now? Make my whore come with just my fingers?” He said as I opened my eyes, looking up to see him. His hard cock ached as his eyes scanned me, intently watching every flinch or move I make. For a moment we just stared at each other. His mouth hung agape as he added a fourth digit, resuming his fast pace. All you could hear were the sounds of his minstrations, my growing moans and his silent groans.

"I'm gonna cum." I moaned loudly as my legs started to twitch more, his fingers curling just right to hit my g spot. The bliss was gone as he removed his fingers, leaning back more to take in my disheveled state. "Stay like that." He said as I gave a slight nod. Using the slickness on his fingers, he grasped his cock from the base as he let out a deep groan. All I could do was present myself as he stroked himself slowly, small groans escaping as he worked himself. I could see his stomach tense when a stroke was particularly pleasurable, beads of sweat starting to come down his chest. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead, his mouth open in silent pleasure.

I couldn't help but moan at the sight as I wiggled my ass towards him slightly. He let out a low chuckle once he noticed. "Do you want to take over?" He asked, removing his hand and bringing it up to my slit, dragging a fingertip. "Yes." I moaned, his touch feeling heavenly after being neglected. "Hands and knees." He said and I did so quickly, my knees aching from being in this position for so long. It was worth it all once his hands placed themselves on my hips, moving me to the position he wanted me. I felt his body encase me, feeling his hot breath against my ear. "How does my whore want it?" He asked, nibbling at my earlobe. I let out a shaky breath. I was aching for him, to finally climax after what felt like hours of teasing. Shit, I needed anything.

"Fuck me, Sangwoo." I whined pathetically, pressing back against him as I put my head down. A hand came up and grabbed my hair, pulling my head up to meet his dark eyes. "Keep your head up." He leaned back into my ear. "I want you to come all over my cock, understood?" He said as he let go of my hair. I tried to respond but instead a moan escaped, his cock easing in. "Such a good whore, taking me in like nothing." He groaned, his hips meeting mines as he filled me. He stayed for a moment before he pulled out. I whined before he suddenly thrust back inside, my mouth falling agape as he started a fast pace. His hands grasped onto my hips, pulling me to meet his thrusts. "Fucking whore. Look at you-" He groaned loudly, nails starting to sting. "Taking my cock so well." I whined at his words, helpless to do anything but keep myself up. “Fuck- you love that. Being a whore for me.” He babbled as a hand left my hip, bringing it to my stomach. He pulled me up, his chest pressed against my back as he kept moving. He groaned as I started to move along with him, the hand coming back up to grasp my hair. "Keep moving like that - Ugh- my fucking whore." He babbled as he groaned into my ear every time I tightened around him even slightly. "Sangwoo." I whined, putting my hand over the one at my hip. "What? Gonna come already?" He asked, his hand on my hip moving to slip down my stomach. "Come. I want to feel my whore come." He groaned, fingers circling my clit as his thrusts started to become more sporadic. His grip on my hair sent me over, the mix of slight pain and immense pleasure becoming too much. I yelled his name as I came, my body jerking as he held me still, keeping his pace. "Fuck-" He groaned out as he followed, thrusting as his orgasm faded.

After a moment, he pulled out, letting go of me as I slammed down onto the bed. "Are you alright?" He asked, sitting next to me on the bed as he moved hair away from my face. I gave a small laugh. "I'm amazing. I'm just exhausted." I replied, earning a huff from him. "You were." He said, moving to lay next to me. "Aw, you're too sweet." I replied, moving to place my head on his chest, his arm coming around to hold me. "Don't be so sarcastic. I can be." He replied. "I know." I said, leaning up and kissing him. I felt a smile play across his face before we separated, bringing the blanket over us as we lay, falling asleep in bliss.

[gatherround]

so, perhaps an unpopular opinion, but I find the start to orpheus & eurydice’s realtionship in hadestown to be abrupt & then a bit jerky/uneven. In the current order, their introduction feels very sudden, and then we have this odd rhythm of them sharing a song (come home, wedding) & then moving apart / not singing to each other (epic 1, living it up) & then sharing a song (all i’ve ever known) & then not singing to each other (way down hadestown). I find myself wanting time for this desire to build, and then for it to be a more continual escalation of closeness and intimacy and interaction, instead of this sort of pendulum closer and further apart. AND, I have an idea of how I would do it

so, this it the current track order:

Road to Hell

Any Way the Wind Blows

Come Home w/ Me

Wedding Song

Epic 1

Livin’ it Up on Top

and the change I would make would be to move Come Home w/ Me + Wedding Song to after Epic 1. Now, the new order goes:

Road to Hell: we meet the world

Any Way the Wind Blows: we experience the struggle of the long winter & climate chaos through Eurydice’s eyes, and Orpheus has a chance to fall in love with her

Epic 1: Orpheus responds by trying to offer what he can to the community (ie to Eurydice) -- a song, to distract, to bring together, to share some music and light in the cold hard months. We get a sense of his & his music’s role in community, and its use and power in the darkness, which Eurydice is able to notice in turn, and being to develop feelings for. Orpheus looks directly at Eurydice when he comes to the point where he needs to give words to what hades said to persephone, and suddenly finds himself at a loss for lyrics; unable to look away, unable to find the worlds, he offers what he feels in it’s purest form, a melody for her

Come Home w/ Me: now, the spontaneous melody happened in Epic 1, but there is still the realization that this is an old melody that means love. it’s not the love between hades & persephone though that inspired it this time... the realization of this, and Eurydice’s apparent close attention, propel Orpheus to approach her (this song would probably need a fair bit of editing to make this flow)

Wedding Song: the vibes have been building -- Orpheus is interested by this drifter, someone outside the system like himself but harder on the edges, and Eurydice is entranced by the apparent easy joy and community and gift of this boy. But, she’s still self protective by nature, so she’s still going to make him earn it. Also, she’s had a taste of his music, and wants more. The pure wonder of the flower, and the possibility/hope it represents, are still the turning point that wash away her reservations, and permit her to let down her guard and soften fully into love. this time, the la la melody is not just him in his own world singing his song: it’s orpheus, singing to eurydice, saying, my love for you is greater than that of the gods

Livin’ It Up on Top: it’s always been love that make the seasons go round, and this time, it’s the love of Orpheus and Eurydice that ushers in spring. This is not a song note but a blocking note, but they need to be all the fuck over each other in this song. Like, unwilling to separate or have any distance from each other. He just sang Wedding Song! Livin’ It Up On Top is basically their wedding party! They WANT want each other, ok??

And then it proceeds onward! (with the note that Orpheus gets his verses back in Way Down Hadestown, now that their relationship is more mutually established, and he is more established as a member of the Up Top community, he can be honest about his fears of her being enticed by this other world).

This way, it gives them time to fall in love with each other, and especially for eurydice to fall in love with orpheus through his music. It also gives us a sense of his music as functional: it serves a purpose and does real work in the community he is in! This lays some groundwork in more ways than one! And then, follows a progression where they are just more and more close & vulnerable & in love with each other as the act progresses, up until the slight conflict of different perspectives in Way Down Hadestown leads to a bigger rift in Gathering Storm.

so....there ya go!