#i don't agree with the ' you die never knowing love ' bit

[vartouhix]

𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣 . . . ?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. you die saving the world, as you were always supposed to. peace comes only with your blood. the world will remember you for centuries. they will write poems, create art, and film movies all about you. no one will remember what you were before your death. maybe you don't even know it either. you have spent so long saving the world time after time that there is nothing left of you except the heroism. you die never knowing love.

tagged by: @sasouken ( thank you! ^^ ) tagging: @thelonelynoones ( nami ) , @thuganomxcs , @greenskirt , @staggerbackwards ( toge ) , @assholevoice , @lausticzt , @mangher ( yuuji ) , & you!

[leilakisakabiri]

Miami Hot Lap (CL)

Summary: You're forced to do a Miami Hot Lap with your boyfriend.

Warning(s): Just fluff.

A/N: Ahh I love this concept!! Requests are open for Charles and Lando.

Word Count: 800+

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Being invited to an F1 race through a brand seemed like a fun idea at first. You would get to see your boyfriend for the first time in weeks, watch the race in your hometown, and somehow still be able to call it work. It was a win-win situation.

That was until they approached you with a video idea.

"So since you're working with one of our sponsored brands for the weekend, a Miami native, and dating a driver, we thought it was only fair to ask you to do the Miami hot lap video." The F1 content manager explained.

"Miami hot lap?" You questioned, unfamiliar with what they wanted you to do.

"Yeah y'know just go for a few laps on the track with a driver. For you, it would be Charles of course." She assured.

You shook your head rapidly, shrinking back, "No thank you. I don't drive with Charles."

"But he's your boyfriend? Surely you've driven with him before?"

You sighed, "Yeah in a city, where he's forced to follow the speed limit, I would never be able to handle going that fast. He's too scary without restrictions."

She furrowed her eyebrows, opening her mouth to respond before she was cut off.

"Spreading lies about me again?"

You felt your lips upturn in a smile as he came up behind you, fingers entwining with yours as he kissed your cheek.

You turned to face him, attempting to be firm, "I love you, but I'm not driving with you." You repeated.

One hour later you found yourself being strapped into the passenger seat of his car, cursing yourself for giving in after he convinced you it wouldn't be that bad.

The camera sat on the dashboard, recording the both of you.

"Go slow," You warned, as he got the green light to pull away.

"We'll get no views then." He argued.

You started at him in disbelief, "Would you rather have more views on a video or have a girlfriend in one piece?"

It was quiet for a beat too long and you put your hand up, "You know what don't answer that. I don't want to know."

"So how do you like driving with me so far?" He asked once you made it past the first lap.

You nodded, "Not bad, right now I feel like we're going to get food."

He smirked, "Well in that case go on and get comfortable."

You eyed him skeptically but you decided to trust him, "Okaaay," you dragged out the word as you slouched a bit more in the seat, letting your body relax against the seat, going as far as to admire the view outside the window.

The peace only lasted for a second before Charles was slamming on the pedal, sending the car lurching forward at record speeds.

While he got a shot of adrenaline, you felt your stomach somersault as your body jolted backward.

“Charles. Charles!!” Your voice filled with panic, fingers grabbing onto the side of the car for dear life, eyes wide as you refused to take your eyes off the rapidly passing road in front of you.

He laughed at your reaction, only stopping once he realized how serious you were. He dropped a hand down to squeeze yours, reassuring you, “Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The supposedly sweet action had the opposite effect, “Keep both your hands on the wheel!” You shrieked, sending him into another fit of laughter.

You put a hand to your forehead in shock and disbelief, "We're going to die."

You felt hysterical, and his shit-eating grin only irked you further.

"We're not going to die. I promise." He swore, trying to calm you down.

You shoved his shoulder, "Your promises mean nothing to me anymore Charles. We're going to die and it's all your fault." you deadpanned.

“Y/n amor I’m barely pushing 90 mph.” He revealed.

Your body froze, before finally losing some tension, “Oh."

You checked the meter seeing that he was telling the truth, "It feels a lot faster,” you argued, “Especially with the sharp turns," you elaborated.

He agreed with you but not before side-eyeing you, "Right."

"So should we go faster?" He proposed.

"Charles," You warned.

"Why so formal?"

You glanced at each other for a second and already knew what would happen from the unfiltered excitement in his eyes, "Hold on amour."

You watched in horror as the meter rapidly rose hitting up to 130mph, you mouthed a "help me" to the camera.

“I think I’m gonna throw up everywhere.” You groaned once the car had finally come to a halt.

Charles patted your head affectionately as you laid your head against your knees, “You’ll be ok.”

“No. I’m going to projectile vomit on this dashboard,” you warned, “I’m never driving with you again.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at your comment but didn't say anything, instead facing the camera.

"Well thanks for joining us today, if you want more videos like this-"

You lifted your head off your knees when you noticed he hadn't finished his sentence, finding him staring at you expectedly.

"Like and subscribe?" you questioned, voice hoarse.

"Exactly. See you guys later!" He waved bye to the camera and moved your head to lay on his lap so you could rest.

[pearlescentparade]

Omg someone who does forsaken YAY 😭 headcanons for Two time x deity user that’s based off of the spawn point cuz like two times in a cult or something

heh... ive gotten requests for two time..... two times [gets shot]

🔄 two time x spawn deity! reader headcanons 💞

utterly devoted to you. you literally represent all of that which they believe in, why wouldn't they be??

always by your side, or following you. they're a Shadow, after all

their insanity intensifies, but they insist that they feel at peace with you. the problem is, it's only with you. when you're not around, they feel restless and irrational

they might have separation anxiety

you need to remind them to eat, sleep and take basic care of themself because they forgo those in order to spend all of their time with you

would do anything you ask them to, so it's easy to get them to do the last headcanon if you frame it as if it's an assignment from you

"it's late. many mortals sleep at this hour."

"that's okay, i don't need to sleep!"

"...i grow weaker with my followers. i ask you to sleep so my power is maintained."

"ah, i see! then goodnight, my god. please watch over my dreams!!"

only ever refers to you as "my god", never your name or anything else

whether you're actually connected to the cult or not, they'll follow you above everything else. why settle with the believers when they could have the belief itself?

refuses to tell the cult about you, despite being a fellow member. they believe you've chosen them as your most devoted and faithful follower, and if the others knew about you, two time's worried you'll be too occupied with the other members to gaze upon them again

you agree with not telling the cult, but rather because you're already bothered enough by the one member. you can't imagine dealing with several at the same time if they're all as clingy as two time is

meeting you makes them feel like all the terrible things they've done were worth it

you've tried to isolate yourself from them, feeling that no mortal should ever be so bonded to a deity and it would only lead to ruin

it was no use. they found you, no matter where you were

akin to a dog, loyal and dependent

a bit annoying to be honest. when it gets too much you just kill them and respawn them to teach them a lesson. it's traumatizing and excruciatingly painful, so you don't know why they keep coming back to you even so

sometimes other deities tease you about them

"oh? i see your little puppy isn't with you today."

"refrain from referring to my follower like they're an animal, lest you desire for me to sick them onto you."

they like to be cupped in your palms and brought close to your face when you're in a larger form

you like to put them into a forcefield and lightly shake them around like a hamster in a hamsterball. two time does not find this nauseating activity as amusing as you do but they suck it up and deal with it because you look pleased doing it to them

two time gets very overprotective when someone approaches you. clutching their dagger, they're ready to strike at any sign of danger

you think it's foolish for a fragile mortal to risk and endanger their life for a deity that doesn't die as easily. though you tell them this many times, two time still persists on it

desperate for your approval

loves to bring you gifts, though you say you've no need for material things. think of it as sacrificial offerings! hand-made bracelets, food, a body... a body?

thankfully, they were only an unconscious person that two time happened upon while on their way to meet with you.. and thought it was a good idea to sacrifice them to you. you released them and reprimanded two time

they've attempted to offer their blood, but you quickly stopped them before they could draw it with their dagger, reminding them that harm to them harms you too. that was enough to get them to never consider it again

has a shrine dedicated to you, complete with incense and pictures and statuettes made in your likeness

lowkey wants to sever you from your divinity and ground you to the mortal realm

(a/n: this concept kinda crazy this is like if u were buddhist and siddhartha gautama himself was real and was ur bff like can u imagine anyway i imagine this relationship would be super codependent and a bit more on the unhealthy side considering reader's mere existence would fuel two time's obsession with the spawn so i hope i did well at portraying that!)

[livelaughloveluffy]

when he's falling for you - roronoa zoro

a/n: (i gotta talk about how fucking hot i find that pic of zoro, and im so excited i finally get to use it, im REALLY fucking excited about it, oh how i love sexy swordsmen)

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-like law, this man is also a starer. however, unlike law, he's much more discreet about it. you never noticed zoro's eyes on you, in fact it really felt like he was never looking at you. while you, personally, didn't catch his glances, everyone else was painfully aware of them. when you weren't around the crew would tease him about his crush, and he'd vehemently deny it, mainly because he refuses to believe it was so obvious.

-this man is soooooo protective. anytime you and the crew encounter enemies, he refuses to leave your side, wanting to 100% ensure your safety. he's so protective that you literally never get any action during combat, until one day you snap "zoro, please! i appreciate your concern about my safety, really. but i can't practice and perfect my combat skills if you won't let me fight!" he only agrees to your request if you agree to train with him.

-training with you was initially about your safety.... but when he saw how focused and determined you looked, when he could get up close and correct your form, he could barely hold himself together.

-when its your turn for night watch, he'll come out and watch with you. but he wont admit its because he wants to spend time with you. zoro plops down next to you on the deck, sake in hand, "zoro, you don't have to stay out here with me, get some rest." but he'll scoff at you and say "the weather's nice tonight, just wanted to enjoy it for a bit". before you know it, the sun rises.

-getting this man to tell you about his feelings is like pulling teeth 😭 he just has a really hard time expressing his feelings and verbalizing them. it takes him getting so jealous for him to finally confess.

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a/n: (i have no idea why i always struggle in the beginning of every zoro fic i write 😭😭😭 like once i get into the groove and really think about it, it comes to me like second nature but starting his fics make me want to die 💀 one thing about me though, is i am dedicated to the grind and i will get it done 😌) truly once i get in the groove, i trun into a fic writing machine 😭😭

[wosospacegirl]

Ice skater reader × Ingrid please?

Ice - Ingrid Engen

Summary: Y/n teaches ice skating to kids, and they have a blast teasing Ingrid because she can’t skate to save her life.

Word count: 1.3k

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“I’m not going,” Ingrid said, fixing herself a cup of coffee. “I already told you a million times.”

It was a warm Saturday morning in Barcelona, and Ingrid had only two things on her planner: Nap on the couch with their cat Luizito and watch some rom-coms all afternoon.

Y/n, on the other hand, had different plans in mind.

Y/n was an ice skater–like an Olympic champion– ice skater. She was a professional athlete and competed for Spain since she was a teen. She still competed, but had a professional side hustle as well.

She taught ice skating to kids in a rink during some days of the week, Saturday being one of them.

A few years ago, if you asked Y/n what her dream was, she would say winning a gold medal at the Olympics. Now, a few years later, her dream changed a bit. It still involved ice skating, but the main focus was teaching Ingrid Engen to ice skate.

“Please, baby?” Y/n begged.

“No.”

“Pretty, please?”

“I don’t like walking on ice!” Ingrid said, putting her cup of coffee down. “It’s not natural for us humans to walk on ice.”

“Of course it’s natural!” Y/n said, sitting on the counter beside Ingrid. “Have you ever heard of the Bering Strait and the colonization of the American continent?”

“Is this one more of those random facts kids learn in school and tell you?” Ingrid asked, lifting her eyebrows.

“Yep! Clara is learning about the movements of the human species so I’m learning about it as well.” Y/n said proudly, she always loved when her students talked to her about the most random things.

“You’re cute,” Ingrid said, planting a kiss on Y/n’s nose. “But I’m still not going.”

Y/n's face dropped.

“But the kids want to meet you!” Y/n said, a pout on her face. “They all think my girlfriend is fake because you never show up at the rink!”

“Tell them to come to Barcelona's game and I’ll be more than happy to show you have a real girlfriend,” Ingrid winked.

“But–”

“No more buts, end of discussion, Y/n.”

..

“Hola, nens!” [Hi, kids!] Y/n said enthusiastically at the group of children standing in front of her. “As promised, I brought someone very special to me today.” Y/n pointed at Ingrid, who smiled and waved shyly at the kids.

She absolutely didn’t want to be there, but she wasn’t going to be a grinch to the children.

Y/n slightly nudged Ingrid with her elbow. “Introduce yourself,” Y/n whispered.

Ingrid took an awkward step forward. “Hi, nens,” she said, using the same Catalan word. “I’m Ingrid and I play for–”

“Do you ice skate?” one blonde kid asked, his arms crossed.

“Hm, no,” Ingrid said, not enjoying the judgmental eyes of the kids. “But I play football, I'm good at it.”

“But Prof Y/n ice skates, how come you don't?” said a girl in glasses.

“Well, Clara and Juan,” Y/n said, smiling nervously and wrapping an arm around Ingrid. “The same way Ingrid plays football and I don’t.”

“Aren’t you Swedish, though?” said the girl Ingrid believed to be Clara.

“Nope, I’m Norwegian,” she explained, fidgeting slightly with her hands.

“But they have ice and snow in Norway,” said a girl in braids, the smallest one in the group. “We’re Spanish and we know how to ice skate, it's a shame you don’t.”

Ingrid was starting to get a little bit irritated with Y/n’s kids. Y/n hadn’t told her they were so judgmental of others' lack of skill.

“María is right,” said a boy. “You are here to learn with us, right? I’d be embarrassed if I were you… It’s like if we all got put into the babies' class.”

“Exactly!” agreed María.

“I would be very sad!” said Juan.

The kids stood there, talking about Ingrid and how they would rather die than be in her shoes right now.

“Everyone quiet!” Y/n said more loudly, catching the kids' attention.

In a few seconds, they were all silent.

“Are we being kind with our words today?” Y/n asked, crossing her arms. “Are we welcoming our new friend, Ingrid?”

The kids all looked down.

“No, Miss Y/n,” they said in unison, a sad pout on each of their faces for being lectured.

“So what are we going to say to Ingrid?” Y/n asked sternly.

“Disculpi'ns, senyoreta Ingrid.” [We're sorry, Miss Ingrid.] The kids really looked sorry; it made Ingrid’s heart ache.

“It’s okay, baby,” Ingrid whispered to Y/n. “They’re just kids, they don’t mean it.”

“They need to learn to be nice,” Y/n whispered back, eyes glued on the kids. “They can’t bully you.”

“They weren’t bullying me!” Ingrid huffed, as if she was going to allow herself to be picked on by a bunch of kids who were in diapers five years ago.

“Yes, baby, they were,” Y/n said softly, as if disclosing a secret. “They were being mean to me.”

Ingrid opened her mouth to speak, but Y/n was faster.

“I want everybody to do penguin walks, now,” Y/n said, using her sergeant's voice.

The kids whined. A lot.

“Penguin walks no, miss Y/n!” Clara asked, holding her hands as if begging.

“Now,” was Y/n response, pointing at the ring. “And I hope you guys treat someone who doesn’t know how to skate kindly next time.”

When all the kids got to the ring, Y/n sat on the bench with Imgrid, watching the mini athlete shuffling across the ring taking small steps while keeping their arms close to their body.

“Hm, is this some kind of silly punishment or–” Ingrid asked, confused. The kids really did look like little penguins.

“It’s supposed to help with core balance and edge control,” Y/n chuckled. “But I want them to struggle a bit, they’re getting more advanced each day, need to keep’em humble.”

“I’m glad you aren't Barcelona’s coach,” Ingrid said. “Didn’t expect you to be the sargent type.”

“It made me of us,” Ingrid said, smiling. “Can you picture us having a few little ones? You teach them ice skating, I teach them football, and at the end we argue about what country they’re gonna represent?”

“I’m only stern when I need to be,” Y/n said, leaning back and wrapping an arm around Ingrid’s shoulder. “They can be a handful sometimes.”

Y/n chuckled. “You know, I'd like that very much.”

Y/n leaning and gently kissed Ingrid on their lips.

“Ewww, Miss Y/n!” The kids all said, a disgusting expression on their face.

Y/n quickly sat back again, a slight blush on her face.

“If you guys were focusing on your training you wouldn't have to see that!” Y/n said, trying to hide her flushness. “Go on,” She clapped. “Back to the penguins walks, or else we’ll be doing Spin until you re dizzy.”

The kids had a scared look on their face and quickly got back to the training.

“Spin until you’re dizzy?” Ingrid said worriedly. “What on earth are you teaching these kids?”

“To mind their own business,” Y/n rolled her eyes. “And to be a future olympic champion or something like that.”

“You’re mean,” Ingrid whispered.

“A bit, yeah.” Y/n agreed, blowing Ingrid a kiss. “But I won’t be mean to you when you get on ice, pink promise.”

“I’m not going on the ice,” Ingrid said seriously.

“Yes you are,” Y/n said,

“Nope!”

Ingrid indeed got on the ice.

She was bullied by the little Spanish kids.

The kids had to do ‘Spin until you’re dizzy’.

Ingrid happily watched it.

..

Notes: Please like, share and let me know what you think! Feedback is important and makes me want to write even more. :D

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[bucksaiga]

The only way that this will work is if you love me when it hurts

For the @bucktommycharityrace // donate to lambda legal ღ

　　　　　► ───ㅇ───── 0:21

My name is Evan Buckley and I'm an LAFD firefighter stationed at the 118. This is Thomas Kinard. He's a Firefighter Pilot for the LAFD. There's been some sort of accident. He-he can't speak, his mobility may be limited, and he's in pain. Please, please reach out to me and tell me what hospital you take him to. A-and make sure he's okay! He...he's the love of my life.

When Buck finally received the call, he dropped everything to get to Tommy. He had to explain to Bobby that he wouldn't be able to come in for his shift because he had to get on a flight to Arizona.

Tommy decided to go on a road trip, but didn't tell anyone. A reckless driver T-Boned him and fled the scene. With the little strength Tommy had, he called 911, then texted Buck.

It took Buck nearly 3 hours total to reach the hospital. He scrambled to the front desk, begging to see Tommy.

He was directed to Tommy's room by a kind receptionist just as a nurse was walking out. Her face looked quite serious, which scared Buck a great deal, until she smiled warmly upon seeing him.

"You must be Evan."

Buck nodded. "I-is he okay?"

"He's very fortunate. His injuries could've been fatal."

Buck let himself into Tommy's room and rushed to his side, gently grasping his hand.

"Oh, Tommy." Buck sighed out, pitying the sight of stitches and bruises all over him.

Tommy slowly opened his eyes, a smile creeping on his lips. "Hey, Evan. If I knew you were coming, I would've...cleaned up a bit."

"Shut up." Buck huffed out a laugh. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got in a car accident." Tommy mumbled. "How are you doing?"

"D-don't worry about me, babe. I'm fine because I know you're okay."

"Hmm."

There was a comforting silence as their thumbs gently rubbed each other's hands.

"Am I...really the love of your life?" Tommy finally broke the silence.

"Of course you are." Buck answered without a second thought. "There was never any competition, okay? No one ever came close."

"You're the love of my life too." Tommy weakly replied.

Buck gently wiped a falling tear from Tommy's eye, not bothering to mention it.

"I was scared, Evan. I was scared I was gonna...die alone."

"Well, fortunately for both of us, you didn't die. And you're not alone. You'll never be alone again, okay? I promise."

Tommy nodded.

"What were you doing all the way out here anyway?"

"D'no. Just driving. I had 48 off. Figured I'd just...go. Try to clear my head."

"Why didn't you fly instead?"

"I know when I'm not fit to fly, Evan. The pain was too much to carry."

"The pain of...because of me?"

"Not..." Tommy sighed. "Not because of you. Just...the pain of not having you. Of thinking you didn't have feelings for me."

"Good thing we cleared that up, right? Now you'll be fit to fly in about...2 to 3 weeks?"

Tommy snickered, followed by a slight grimace. "Don't make me laugh. It hurts."

"Sorry, Tommy. H-hey, listen. I love you, okay? I'm gonna be here with you until you're ready to go home."

Tommy agreed. He didn't want to be away from Evan for another minute.

[ashwhowrites]

I know I sent in a request a few days ago, but that one was pretty long so I figured I'd also throw in a shorter request while they're still open: smutty Older!Simp!Eddie x reader in which they are basically the Gomez and Morticia of the Stranger Things universe. No plot, just Eddie and the reader being disgustingly (said with affection) OBSESSED with each other.

FUCKING LOVE THE ADDAMS FAMILY. HAVE A TATTOO TO PROVE IT

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Gomez and Morticia

Eddie had a few girlfriends in the past, and well they ended badly. All of Eddie's friends can agree that he was not boyfriend material. He kept to himself and often forgot a relationship takes a lot of work and sacrifice. It was his way or no way.

But then he graduated and became more grown-up. And he fell in love. He fell in love hard.

Her name was Y/N, Eddie met her at a concert. She was dressed to impress with her short shorts and high black boots. Her makeup was angelic and sharp enough to cut him, and he loved it. He loved how she captivated him the whole show. The band faded to nothing as he watched her dance and sing along. He swore he had never seen anything so gorgeous in his life.

She was just as smitten with him. Her claws were always dug into his skin. They were never separated, hand in hand wherever they went. She adored his long hair and how it felt against her skin. She felt breathless whenever she looked at him. The way he dressed, the way he smelled, and the way his voice sounded. Everything about him she was helplessly in love with.

It was impossible to turn either of their heads. They were both young and attractive, and people noticed that. Girls ran after Eddie like a damn ice cream truck. With their small tops and long lashes. They bounced up to their table, ignoring Y/N as she looked unbothered. Neither she nor Eddie acknowledged they were there. Their advances were simply not heard as Eddie stared at the way Y/N licked her ice cream cone. His melting in the small bowl, untouched. Y/N looked up and made eye contact with Eddie, the tease she was she slowly licked the ice cream and swirled her tongue. Her insides burned as he growled. He grabbed her cone and threw it on the table, with no care for the ice cream that now was smashed against the table. He grabbed her hand, and she smirked as he raced them to the nearest bathroom.

If any guy had the nerve to walk up to Y/N, he was quick to regret it. Eddie's deep glare and loud snarl. Eddie gave them a warning to run, if they didn't listen that was their problem. Eddie had no problem decking anyone in the face for coming near what was it. Then of course Y/N would be turned on by his possessiveness. And they would find the nearest place to hook up.

If anyone wanted to have a conversation with one of them, it was nearly impossible. Robin lost count of how many times Eddie would steal Y/N's attention and it would never return. Steve gave up on talking to either of them, he knew he stood no chance.

No one ever experienced a relationship like this. A couple that is so in love with each other, that never fight and would do anything for the other. They would die for each other and no one questioned it.

Eddie worshipped her like the queen she was. He lived to please her and happily do anything she asked. She was on the highest pedestal in his eyes and that's where she belonged.

They belonged together and only together.

~~~

"How was your day?" Eddie asked, his lips leaving kisses down Y/N's neck. She sighed at the feeling, the tension in her body from the day melting away with every kiss.

She dropped her head to the side, giving him more room as he nuzzled against her neck. His teeth lightly bit into her skin.

"Tiring. I hate work." She moaned out, she could feel his head body sitting behind her. The comfy bed underneath them.

"Yeah? I hate work too. Why don't you lay down and I'll help you out." His whispers were setting her body on fire. Her thighs clenched as she panted.

She stood up, slipping out of his grip. His eyes were on her, obviously. He licked his lips as she stripped down, her naked skin calling to him as he dropped off the bed and onto his knees.

He kissed her knees, then up her thighs. His soft lips kissed every inch of her skin as he made his way up to his feet, landing a kiss on her lips. As he kissed her, he turned them around and softly landed them on the bed.

The kiss grew hungrier as Eddie's hands grazed her skin, moving his body in between her thighs. He swallowed her moans and shivered as she tugged on his hair.

She whined as he pulled away, but was satisfied when he kissed back down her body. He whispered compliments against her skin, everything he loved about her falling from his lips as he landed on his knees again.

He grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulders, dragging her body to the very edge of the bed. She propped herself on her elbows as she looked down at him.

His dark eyes eating her...as well as his mouth

She arched her back once his tongue touched her aching clit. The simple touch had her shivering and gripping the sheets. All the aches from the day washed away as his tongue swirled in circles.

She barely made a sound, just cracks from her throat as she dropped against the mattress. Her hands moved to his hair as she greedily moved her hips. Eddie always obeyed, leaving his hands behind him as he let her ride his tongue. His eyes open as he watched her rock against his mouth, she was enchanting in every which way.

"Eddie?" she panted, softly tugging his head to get his attention

"Yes, love?"

"make love to me" she moaned

Eddie smiled like a man who won the lottery. Stripping out of his clothes and eagerly laying on the bed. She climbed on top of him, sinking her wet cunt onto his hard cock. He moaned the second she was around him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, lips on her chest as she began to bounce on him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies pressed against one another. Not even room for air between them. His tongue teased her nipples, and she shivered against him as she rode him faster.

She rolled her hips in the way he loved. Watching with bliss as he let go of her nipple to moan out. His head was thrown back as he let all his sounds go. She leaned forward and used her tongue to lick up his neck and into his mouth.

The sound of their heavy breathing and skin connecting echoed around the room. Her hands were flat on his shoulders as she used the leverage to feel him deeper.

She released the kiss as she felt herself getting close. His hands on her ass as he helped her move her hips.

"Fuck Eddie yes" she moaned

Eddie growled like an animal as he lay back, bringing her body with his. Her chest was flat against his as he used the new position to fuck his hips up into her. The feeling made her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her forehead pressed against his as she looked into his eyes.

"Cum for me, baby. Want that pretty pussy to cum." He said, his eyes staring into hers as she nodded.

She bit her lip as she concentrated, the feeling in her stomach burned and burned then it snapped.

"EDDIEEEE" she screamed as she felt herself cum all over him. Her whines and moans hit his lips as he watched her fall apart for him

"God, I love you," he said before he smashed his lips onto hers.

She cupped his face and slowed down her hips. But she kept moving to help him chase his orgasm. He pulled back from the kiss as he felt the need to cum. Her hands stayed on his face as she smirked and raised her eyebrows. She had so much power over him, she knew the way his body felt when he approached an orgasm.

He moaned as he kept his eyes on hers as he emptied himself inside of her. He loved how she already knew everything to do. She moved her hips to help him ride it out before gently lifting herself off of him.

But she stayed on his lap as he gently kissed her face

They belonged to each other

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[coolyiooo]

BSD Men : Sitting On Their Face

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo , Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDNI, oral, twitching, throbbing, moaning, whimpering, begging, rounds, scratching, biting, praise, sadism and etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Hes been begging and pleading for you to sit on his face for the whole day and you agreed to stop his whining. You knew he just wanted to do it because he would see it as a good way to suffocate and die, but you'll make sure to not make that happen.

You were both on the bed and you had just your bra on while Dazai had his underwear on. He was lying on his back while you were sitting on his face. Your thighs were right by his face and his hands were on your waist. Your hands were clutching tightly onto the headboard while he thrusted his warm tongue into you. He moaned against your cunt and clit which only vibrated against you. He loved your taste and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He looked up at up to see your pleasured face and your beautiful body as he sucked and licked your pussy.

You were moaning while one hand was clenching onto the headboard and the other was pulling Dazai's hair, which only made him moan louder against your clit. He put his hands on your hips to help you lower yourself more and completely sit on him. You gasped as he tried doing this and raised your hips higher, making him whine softly.

"I told you to not do that. I don't want to suffocate you" you panted

"I want to taste you more~ and it would be the best way to go...to be strangled by these soft thighs and cunt of my belladonna~" he chuckles softly while looking up at you and sucking on your clit gently.

You moaned softly "no"

"What if I promise you that I'll let you know when I can't breath?" He kisses your thighs. He still looks up at you, but this time with pleading eyes.

"You know I always keep my promises with you~" he bites your thighs gently with a smirk

"Fine...I trust you" you were still unsure, but you believe him

He sighs in satisfaction "fuck yeah~"

He then forcefully brings your hips completely down on him and moans loudly as he thrusts his tongue into you. This feeling was better than before and you unconsciously rocked your hips back and force slowly.

This made him moan more. He made your hips rock back and forth more quickly. He was getting so turned on that he also began to thrust his hips into nothing. He knew you were close so he flicked your clit quickly with a bit of pressure. Your arched your back as your muscles slowly relaxed more. You lowered yourself completely on his face just like he wanted. He moaned and whimper loudly. He could barely breath, but that wasn't gonna stop him flicking your clit quickly.

After a couple more seconds with his warm tongue on your clit, you came on his face while moaning and twitching. Your thighs trembling against his face gently. He was so turned on that he came in his underwear too. He whimpered loudly and gripped tightly onto your thighs while digging his nails into them. You were breathing heavily and tried to calm down from your high. After you came down from your high, your realized that you were still sitting on Dazai.

You gasped as you remembered and got off of him to let him breath. You looked down at him with a worried expression, but he was smiling genuinely and panting.

"That was amazing~ I thought I was gone for a second...we should do that all the time, Bella~" he chuckled

You pinched his cheek aggressively, making him yelp in pain "you told me that you'd tell me when you couldn't breath! We're never doing that again" you seemed annoyed and a little mad.

He pouted "but, bella~" he whined while hugging you and nuzzling into your neck

You rolled your eyes "just don't scare me like that...next time we'll just be more careful" He sighs "fine" he then smirks and looks at you "you taste amazing by the way, bella~"

💚RANPO💚

You two do this very often since Ranpo loves doing it. He might honestly be addicted to it. He just loves how your soft thighs are by his face and how they twitch often. He loves how you squirm and moan from the pleasure he's giving you. He loves how you clench his hair, but most of all, he loves how you taste and cant get enough of it. He usually keeps going even after you cum a couple of times.

You were sitting on his face as he skillfully licks your wet cunt with a pleasured face and blushed cheeks. Your hands were on the headboard to keep yourself balanced on something while his hands were on your thighs, caressing and squeezing them gently. he's been overstimulating you since he doesn't want to stop.

"So good~ so sweet~ mmn~!" He whimpers against your pussy

You were trembling so much "R-Ranpo- ah~ Its too much~" you whimper

He looks at you with pleading eyes "Please? I can't get enough of you~ mmn~! I need more~"

You can never say no to him when he looks at you like that but you were being overstimulated "I can't go on any longer~"

"Please~? One more? You look so cute like this~" he begs

You sigh and nod as he continues to eat you out. He moans and whimpers loudly against your clit which only vibrates against it. He made sure to slide his tongue deep inside you as far as he can to taste more of you and make you feel better. There was a tent in his pants thats already soaked from his precum. His cock was Throbbing aggressively inside his boxers since he was so turned on right now. Your moans and trembling was about to make him cum alone.

He then moved his tongue faster to make you cum again. He needed to taste your climax and needed you to do it on his face. His tongue moved in almost a desperate pace. You moaned loudly and clenched his hair. He whimpered against your clit and you finally hit your limit. You moaned loudly as you came on him and arched your back. He whimpered loudly and came in his boxers from how aroused he was at the sight, taste, and sensation.

He was panting heavily as you got off of him and laid down next to him "That was amazing~ you taste so sweet, sugar~" he smiled brightly.

He was hugging you tightly as you breathed heavily "You always say 'one more' but you never mean it" you panted.

"Your taste is so addictive. I can't help myself" he nuzzled into your neck like a child. He then Smirks "I don't ever leave you unsatisfied though, right?"

You blush and sighed while looking away. You shook your head 'no'. He smiled in a prideful manner "That's what I thought~"

💜FYODOR💜

Surprisingly he was the one that wanted to do it and of coursed your agreed. You wouldn't have thought he would suggest it but your not complaining. Little did you know why he suggested it was because he just wanted to see you break with just his tongue and he would be getting a good view when doing so.

Here you both were on the bed and you sitting in his face. His hair was tangled and messed up because of how much you've been clenching it. He didn't mind it at all if anything he loved the feeling of his hair being pulled by you in such an intimate situation. His hands were on your hips to keep you still since you were squirming. He was pretty talented with his tongue and he knew how to use it on your wet cunt.

He looked up at you as you were moaning and trembling from how impressive his tongue worked on you. He had a smile on his face "You look so voluptuous in this angle, moya lyubov~"

You couldn't really respond and didn't even know how to respond to that comment. You blushed and clenched tighter on his hair which only made him release a low moan as he smiled pridefully "So defenseless, vulnerable, and adorable~ I love it~" he said as your thighs trembled in-between his face.

"Your such a sadist~" you groaned softly

Your comment only made him smirk more and flick his tongue faster on your clit. You moaned and trembled more as you felt your climax reaching at a fast pace.

"Your close aren't you, Myshka~? Mmn~ look at me~" he said as he looked up at you and you looked down at him with an overwhelming expression.

He made eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit while using his tongue to circle around it quickly. You came aggressively on his tongue with a loud moan and quivering intensely. He was completely aroused by this sight and all he could do was just dig his nails into your hips and moan deeply. He wanted more. He wanted to see you break even more.

"Why do you taste extraordinary~? Perhaps one more round wouldn't hurt~" he gently sucked on your clit more

You gasped and whimpered "Ngh~! F-Fedya, it's too much~" your body trembled more

"How can I stop when you look so cute and taste so good~? Just one more time, lyubov~" he smirked and shoved his tongue into your sensitive cunt.

"I-im- ah~! overstimulating~" you whimpered \

He smile brightly with pride and caressed your thighs up and down to tease you more. He didn't stop his tongue from moving, if anything, he went faster. He really did like how you tasted "I love it when you lose yourself completely because of me~ so just let me live this moment for awhile longer, okay Myshka~?"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You two were on bed about to get intimate when suddenly you suggested the idea to him. He widen his eyes and blushed when he imagined it in his head, but he nodded and said yes. He could never say no to you and it's not like he hated the idea, he just didn't know what to expect from this experience. He laid down on his back as you wrapped your legs around his shoulders and face to sit on him.

The feeling of you all over him was remarkable and the way you tasted was wonderful to him. He was closing his eyes to embrace the feeling of your twitching, warm thighs around him. His tongue thrusted inside you deeply and switching to flicking your clit gently. Your moaning were only making him feel excited and made him squeeze your thighs gently.

He looked up at you and blushed from the sight "You look so beautiful~" he mumbled against your cunt which vibrated on your clit

You sighed and moaned as you gently clenched his hair "Your doing amazing~ mmn~ it feels so good~"

He was starting to lose his mind a little. He was liking this experience way more than he thought he would. He brought your hips down closer to his face and lifted his head gently to be in complete contact with your cunt. His tongue went deeper inside of you almost as if he was desperate to taste more you. His tongue was warm and making you tremble more. You moaned more louder and tighten your grip on his hair. You gripping on his hair was making him more aroused and his pants tighter. He moaned a lot, making your clit and cunt feel vibrations against them and making the pleasure even better.

"Ah~! A-Atsushi~" you arched your back while moaning loudly

When you moaned his name, it only made him be more rough. It was like he was becoming addicted to you completely. He squeezed your thighs and waist since he was feeling turned on by the situation as well. There's nothing more that turns him on than being able to satisfy you. "You taste a-amazing~ mmn~! I'm sorry I can't control- ngh~"

The way his tongue teased you was like it was his last meal. He moved his tongue into you desperate to get a taste of you. You were at your limit now. You held onto his hair tightly and moaned "Ngh~ I can't- I'm gonna- ah~ c-cum~"

A few more seconds of his tongue circling around your clit and you came all over his tongue with a loud moan. Your thighs and cunt throbbing on his face and your moans made him cum with you. He whimpered loudly and dug his nails into your waist.

You were both panting and twitching against each other from the intense orgasms you both just experienced. He looked up at you and smiled tiredly. His hands were still on your waist, but they were no longer squeezing you "C-can we do that again? Of course, if you want to" he panted slightly

You widen your eyes a bit. Your heart slowly down "You like it that much?"

He nods and looks away embarrassed with blushed cheeks "y-yeah, I enjoyed it"

How could you say no to your sweet boyfriend? It felt amazing as well so you wouldn't mind. It's a good thing he loved this experience. You smiled kindly "Alright then...please keep going"

His eyes shine with gratitude and happiness as he gently brought your hips towards his lips again. His tongue gently and slowly licking your cunt again to not overwhelm you too much.

You moaned softly and his eyes had a lustful gaze "Mmn~ I r-really like this~ just tell me if it's too much for you, ok?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were the one that suggested it first. Chuuya was first surprised, but then he smirked slightly and agreed to it. Of course he would agree to this. So here you two were on the bed with you on his face. He was loving every second of this experience. The warmth of your body all over his face was addicting. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your thighs by his face as you shake from the euphoric sensation he was giving you. Your moans were music to his ears. The way you messed up his hair from pulling on it. The way he could see your whole body from this angle.

He smiled slightly as he tried to push his tongue as deep as he can into your throbbing pussy. Your taste was enough to get him hard and throb in his pants.

He looked at you at awe As you arched your back and moaned "Wow, your so fucking breathtaking~"

Your legs involuntarily squeeze his head gently from the ecstasy you were feeling which only made him chuckle softly and moan lowly. "Does it feel that good~? Ngh~ Your so cute when I feel your legs quiver~"

You whimpered and closed your eyes "It feels amazing~"

He smirked slightly "I can tell, doll~ god, why do you taste sweet, huh~? Your just asking for me to be addicted"

He used his ability to make you push deeper into his face which only made the pleasure stronger and unbearable for you. It didn't help that as he was using his ability, he used his hands to caress your whole body. He caressed your rear, back, stomach and chest. He was driving you insane and you were close to cumming. You whimpered loudly which only made him use his tongue in a quick pace. You clenched his hair tightly, making him groan against your clit. His groan vibrating on it.

You couldn't bear the pleasure anymore "Agh~! I-im about to~!"

"Hold it for just a bit longer, doll~ I want to taste you more~" he moved his tongue more slowly

You were breathing heavily "B-but I don't know if- ah~! I can~" you were quivering aggressively

"Please, doll~? I don't want this to end so soon~" he said as he caressed and squeezed your thighs gently.

You just nodded to respond to his question making his eyes brighten up with excitement. He sucked on your clit gently and used his tongue flick it slowly. You were a whimpering mess and gripping harshly on his hair.

He moaned "I can't get enough of you, darling~ ngh~ my God~"

He began to caress your whole body again and squeezing gently when he touched your rear, chest, and thighs. Your body was perfect in his eyes so of course he'd treat you in the best condition. The sensation was too much for you to handle. You closed your eyes shut and moaned loudly

Your thighs trembling violently against his face "I can't anymore- Chuuya~!"

You then came all over his tongue as your whimpered. The sight was too much for him to bear, so he groaned and came inside his pants. His nails digging into your thighs and your hair pulling on his hair. The pleasure was amazing and like a heaven on earth.

You were both panting and throbbing as you calmed down. You laid down next to him while your body was feeling tired. He pull you close to him as he kissed your forehead with a soft smile.

"Aren't I a lucky man...your so lewd yet adorable, doll~" You blushed and were too tired to speak. So all you did was rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. He widen his eyes slightly, but the. Quickly hugged you tightly.

He closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction "I really am a lucky man"

💛SIGMA💛

You were the one that wanted to try it out and he blushed a lot when you told him what you wanted to do, but he agreed. When he agreed, he didn't have high expectations for it for himself but little did he know that he would love it. You were both on the couch and you sat on his face. Your hands gripped tightly on the couch cushions and his luscious hair. He was using his tongue to flick and tease your clit and cunt. You were moaning and whimpering from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Does it feel good, dear?" He looks up at you for confirmation

"Yeah~ ah~ your doing amazing~" you moaned softly

You begin to move your hips slightly which only made the sensation feel even better. Your legs trembled more and he felt how aggressive your trembling was on your thighs that was on his face and shoulders. The feeling was provocative.

"Mmn~ It feels nice when you tremble, dear" he moans softly

You blushed and moaned more from the comment. From this angle, He thought you looked so erotic. He was becoming aroused.

"Do you like it when I do this~?" He then sucked on your clit gently and moved his tongue in a fast circular motion.

Your eyes widen as you gasped. You whimpered loudly "Ah~! Y-yes~"

You clenched his hair tightly which made him groan against your clit. The vibration from his groan to your clit made the pleasure even better. The way your legs were trembling, the sight, your taste, your moans and you clenching his hair was making this experience pleasurable. He was starting to loose control and become addicted to this feeling. You moaned louder as he moved his tongue faster

"You look so beautiful, dear~ ngh~ your taste is... intoxicating~" he moaned softly

He wanted to taste you more and make you more over the edge. He grabbed your hips and brought them lower to his face as he used his tongue in a more rough pace. The sensation was better than before and you moaned louder as you felt your release approaching. His hands were gripping tightly onto your flesh to keep your hips still.

"Too good~ mmn~! I'm gonna cum~" you moaned as you then instantly came on his tongue and your whole body shivered.

He looked at your face as you came on him. The way you cum aroused him so much, he almost came just from the sight. As your were calming down from your high and breathing heavily, he was panting slightly "That was...i enjoyed that more than I thought" he smiled softly.

You raised your brows and smirked slightly "You liked it?"

He chuckled softly "Yes, dear...i can get used to this"

He then suddenly felt the urge to do this all over again. He didn't want this to end so soon. He looked up at you with a small blush "Maybe just one more taste, dear?"

[dontbesoweirdkira]

can you write about a rebel being bothered by invincible who joined his dad and took over the planet?

i'd imagine mark would see himself as a god because of how much stronger he is. So it's funny to him to see the rebel character resist when they both know she lives at his mercy. he'd take her to dates she didn't want, being her clothes, do sweet relationship stuff meanwhile the character is fuming everytime she sees him.

although some comments gets to him and spirals him into a converstion about how she is nothing compared to him to cope.

(LOVED your batsib x yandere!mark grayson thing btw ❤️)

A/N: Oh my gosh yes? I swear some of ya'lls minds are insane. Mark with an insufferable "god" complex is the best yandere Mark. I loved that the variants of him showed just how fucked up he truly can be. Can you tell which mark is my favorite based on how I wrote this lolll? Sorry this has taken forever to come out. I've been dealing with a lot this past year...forgive me.

Warnings: Dead Dove Don't Eat | yandere!mark, threats, violent descriptions, degradation, and abuse relationship dynamic.

Here's the funny thing about this scenario, Mark is convinced that he's such a good boy for "preserving" you. He doesn't seem to understand why you are so turned off to him when you got the best possible outcome a useless being such as yourself could get. He could've easily killed you or made you into some slave for Viltrumites to use and abuse, but no. You should be kissing his feet and worshiping the very ground he walks on for taking you as his personal..pet *cough* lover.

You hate who he has become. Mark is far from the sweet boy who used to walk you to class and pull all-nighters with. The old mark would never put his hands or you or treat you like some subhuman who should be blessed by his presence. Your heart breaks all over again whenever you wake up next to him, knowing that this isn't all some bad dream and he would probably never return to his old self.. I can't really blame you at all for your rebellion.

Mark tries to convince you that deep down he's always been like this and you need to get over it. The Viltrum way is the only right way to live, that's why humans die off so easily.. can't you see everything is so much better now?

In Mark's defense, he does *try* to retain some of his humanity for you and only you. Well...his own twisted sense of humanity that is. I agree with you that Mark would still take his darling on dates, use cute pet names and do human gushy ushy stuff.. that on paper you should be loving. He thinks that by doing the things you used to love to do with him, he can manipulate you into loving him again. It never really works because it ends with him not knowing how to act right. From forcing intimacy upon you to letting his violent tendencies towards others, especially humans, get the best of him. He'll rip someone's spine out of their body during a date simply because they glanced in your direction then go back to drooling over you like nothing even happened.

Not sure about you, but i'd be a little shit and bite the hell out of his lip whenever he tries to make-out with me. He'd definitely do a dry chuckle, then bite back, drawing blood because you hurt his ego a bit. (the type of man that tries to play it off by sexily sucking your lip and continuing with the kiss. I want to choke him out)

Mark's idea of cuddling is basically just strangling you while he goes on and on about himself or the plans he has for the both of you. Dear Lord, please save us. You can use all you might to push him off of you but he is rather unfazed by this and keeps talking.

Can you imagine Mark trying to be sweet by bringing you a pretty outfit since you mentioned how bland the clothes are that Viltrumites wear are, not expecting to be met with a negative reaction from you? You cannot tell me that he wouldn't be set off by that. He personally took precious time out of his day to get this custom made for you, it's your taste down to a t and he even had it GIFT WRAPPED for you----yet you couldn't be bothered to open it before you tossing it. Madness, he thinks.

He'd grab your hand and force you to fish through the garbage disposal and pick it up, then hold you down while he manhandled you into the outfit. (you have bruises and scratches all over you after that) The entire time he's spewing all sorts of degrading things at you, making sure he's hitting real deep just to make you cry at this point. Oh and you're only wearing that for the next couple of weeks since you're ungrateful, he doesn't care. How dare you disrespect him.

You're right, though. It is hilarious to him when you try fighting him back or acting tough, he's a king and you're his jester. I can see him egging you on at some points for him amusement. You know what he's doing and it only gets you more heated which in turn makes him poke fun at you more.

Tossing you around, pining you down and scaring you are sources of fun for him too. Likes when you get so fed up that you slap him too,,it's so cute and it feels like a tickle to him ..

"You're so damn pathetic, babe. This is why I keep you around, other humans aren't as adorable as you are.."

His very big yet very fragile ego is so on point tho too. He can take you fighting back and acting tough...but do not say shit about leaving him and do not attempt to.

The last time you did, and it genuinely seemed like you meant it to him, he flipped the fuck out. Like you always knew that Mark was batshit, but the way his eyes shifted into something sinister before dangling you by your ankle thousands of miles in the air, threatening to drop you and let the birds eat up your splattered guts...yeah, i'm good on that. You think you are going to just leave and have a better life without him? No way, baby. Death is the only way out of his *loving*chokehold.

Another way to cause him to act out is mentioning something about him being weak or not as great as he thinks he is. Bonus points if you compare him to someone else. You might think you're just getting under his skin as retaliation for whatever he did to upset you, but you are unleashing something you shouldn't..

"----You're nothing. A piece of gum stuck to the sidewalk has far more purpose in this world than you ever could. You could live a million lives, and never amount to me. You wanna do comparisons, huh? I'll show you how weak I am when I snap their fuckin' neck, they're not shit to me and neither are you--- so don't think I won't---"

Yeah he's talking all of this shit while you're trying not to black out from his hands that are tightly constricting your airflow.

I do think he's that much of a pussy that he would have this same reaction without even doing anything, really. He could see someone that he feels insecure about and he's so deluded that he convinces himself that you are somehow now in love with that person, even though you've never met them before...and now he's destroying the house when he comes home.

Once he comes down from his ego trip and realizes he almost just killed you and could've lost you for good over his immaturity, he's very very apologetic. Like the way he acts is the closest to his former self that you're going to get. His touch is suddenly gentle, and his head is thrown into your lap, begging you to forgive him. He goes on about how he is so stupid and he just wants you to love him blah blah "I didn't mean it sweetie" blah blah... yeah fuck you mark. He'd be soft until you're better and finally forgive him (just so he can stfu honestly) then he's back to his shenanigans.

There's so much I could write for this but I don't wanna go too far off of the request lmaoo. Please send in more for daddy Mark with an inflated ego. I need himmmm

[captain-huggy-bear]

Clayton, Kess, or Luke with reader who is loopy from anesthesia??

Thought this could count as a short prompt, but if you don’t agree, please ignore.

Love your writing!! 💛

Thank you, lovely! Picked my husband, Clay! I hope you enjoy this :) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

Clayton think he's prepared for it, he knows that anaesthesia can make people a little woozy, a little loopy, a little strange. He knows that you're probably not going to be quite yourself when he comes to pick you back up from your wisdom tooth removal to take you home and he thinks he's ready for that. Ready to make sure you eat the right foods and get safely home. Ready to deal with whatever silly comments you decide to make. But, boy, oh boy, does he really underestimate just how hard anaesthetic is going to hit you as someone whose never been under, someone who rarely drinks or loses control. Someone who often overthinks their every word.

When he comes to get you, you're led out by a nurse, a little uneven in your gait, stumbling as you go like a new born deer. Your cheeks look massive a combination of the swelling that's already beginning and the gauze shoved into your cheeks. You're a little ashy in the face, not your usual colouring and he's standing before you even reach him, bridging the gap between the two of you until the nurse lets him take your arm in his.

Clay's careful to avoid your jaw and cheek when his hand rests on the base of your neck, thumb rubbing against the hollow there like always as he tries to bring your attention back into the world around you. To remove a little bit of that dazed look you're sporting.

"Hey, sweet girl, how you doing?" You blink up at him like you're barely processing his existence, gauze stuffed in your mouth to stem any bleeding from your tooth extraction, cheeks like a hamster.

"You cam't call me tha'" Your voice is muffled and slurred, words coming out barely legible as you try to speak around the gauze and the numbness in your jaw, You frown at him as you say it , like you're about to scold him for calling you 'sweet girl'. Something he's called you almost every day since you started dating.

"Why not, baby? I always call you that?" You slap away his hand, the one at your throat, pushing him away from you in a way that you've never done before and he lets you. Of course he lets you, he'd never touch you if you didn't want it and while it makes his heart sink, he also knows you're a little drowsy, a little woozy, a little confused right now. He knows you're not your usual self.

"I hab a boyfrien' and he woul'nt like it." You cross your arms as you scold him, the way you sway on the spot and the slurring definitely taking some of the bite out of it.

Clay can't help but let out a huff of amusement, a light laugh as he starts to smile at you, teeth peeking out from behind his lips, dimples starting to show. Your frown falters at his smile, getting that starry eyed look you tend to get whenever he smiles your way. Not immune to his charms even when you're convinced you have a different boyfriend somewhere.

"Baby, I am your boyfriend." You gasp at his words, mouth dropping open, eyes wide and glimmering with wonder like he's just told you that unicorns exist. Part of him wishes he had his phone out to record, to show you later.

"Reawlly?"

"Yeah, baby, it's me, Clayton."

You gasp, hands reaching out to touch him. You paw at his face clumsily, fingers tracing his features and pushing at strands of his hair. "You're so pwetty!" You let him step back into your personal space, let his hands reach for your waist as your fingers find his chains. Old habits seeming to die hard even when you don't recognise him, your body seems to, muscle memory taking hold.

"Thank you, sweet girl, you're pretty too." Your eyes grow wider at his words, cheeks flushing, mouth dropping open like you can barely believe him.

"You thin' 'm pwetty?"

"Of course I do, baby, I love you," His grin gets wider, eyes softening, twinkling at you with humour because fuck if it isn't adorable that you're so taken aback by it all.

"You lobe me?"

"Yeah, of course I do, you're my girl," Your face heats up, flushing with colour moments before you hide your face into his chest. Too embarrassed to look at him, sweetly shy because this handsome man is saying he's your boyfriend and you're not sure how to process it.

Clay's hands slide into your hair, stroking through the strands, massaging the back of your neck and scalp, waiting for you to calm down from the rush of giddy energy. You used to be this giddy at the start, before you were in a relationship, but he hasn't seen it in a while. He forgot how much he missed it, the shyness that openly told him how much you admired him.

"You're okay, baby...it's a bit too much, huh?" You nod into his chest, face still planted there as Clay strokes soothing lengths down your hair and back, his other hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close. "How about we go home and I get you some ice-cream, sound good?"

"Ywes, plwease..."

[bbyobbyo]

Everyone thinks Vernon is always at your place because you feed him. While you can agree it's mostly true, there might be more to it than meets the eye.

content: fluff, f2l, mentions of food

wc: 1.6k

notes: me taking a stab at writing lol. i also don't know how tumblr works. inspired by the fact that this man will eat everything in sight regardless if its someone else's food or not. i'd love to cook for him someday ❤

6pm on the dot. You don't even have to check to know who it is.

"Hey, Sol." You look up from the pot you've been stirring to greet your visitor who let himself in. Your apartment's passcode was practically muscle memory at this point.

"Hey, smells good in here," he comments while taking off his shoes, "I mean — it always does but you get it." You give him a little chuckle in response.

You hadn't been friends with Hansol for very long, but when a mutual friend decided to introduce you two to each other, you instantly hit it off. The whirlwind of a friend group you now shared was filled with strong personalities and quirks: Seungcheol was the self-proclaimed "dad" of the group but you'd swear he would whine and complained more than the rest of them combined. Seungkwan, the one who always had a sassy quip to share, but would be the first to cry at Disney movie nights. There was Jihoon, who showed his love exclusively with acts of service but is so tsundere he would rather die to admit he had any kind of emotions besides annoyance. Not to mention Soonyoung, who made it his mission to convince everyone that he was a tiger. No one knew how this bit started but everyone finds it entertaining nonetheless.

Amongst them all, Hansol was just a dude. A normal guy. As funny as it sounds, that's what made you two click so well. Not that he didn't have his own aspirations (and his own fair share of quirks!), but he had always been the sort of person that was along for the ride. Although a little bit clueless at times, you could tell his heart was in the right place.

"I brought dessert, by the way," He plops a plastic bag onto the kitchen counter, his cheekbones pushed all the way out in a smug grin, "hope you like it."

"Aww, Sol you didn't have to!" delight in your eyes as you wipe your freshly washed but still wet hands on your pants and scurry over to peek inside the bag. "Oh my god, this is that tiramisu from that bougie place, isn't it?! I heard the wait times were, like, over an hour. You're insane for this, thank you so much!" You're practically beaming as you put the dessert in refrigerator, promptly turning around to give him a hug. His hands automatically reach around your back as you bury your face into his chest. Man, he will never get tired of the way you smile at him over the smallest things.

"You're always feeding me, so it's like, the least I can do really" he murmurs as you let go, his own smile spreading across his face when you look up at him.

Right. Your relationship with Hansol was rooted in the fact that you both loved food. Cooking food in your case, and eating it for him. It was a match made in heaven, really. In the beginning stages of your friendship, you always noticed how he would always ask for bites of other peoples' food, the way he would eye a bag of snacks if anyone dared to bring them out, the "you gonna finish that..?" that would inevitably follow the conclusion of every meal. The guy was a human trash can with a black hole in place of his stomach. So really, was anyone surprised when Hansol practically attached himself to you that day you brought in those homemade baked goods for the friend group?

After that day, the rest was history. His insatiable hunger and the lack of his own cooking skills (poor dude would be consuming toast everyday if he didn't eat out) made him worship the ground you walked on whenever you fed him. In turn, his enthusiasm for your cooking and willingness to give honest feedback on your experimental recipes made him a regular guest at your apartment, much like today.

Hansol would be lying if he said he didn't feel like he was taking advantage of you sometimes, no matter how much you insisted that it wasn't the case. He always tried his best to chip in for your groceries or pick up ingredients when you didn't have time. He didn't even mind the way his friends teased him for being at your place more often than his own or the fact that you gained your own nickname among the guys as his personal chef. He was happy with your little arrangement, and it also helped that you were so easy to be around.

"Hey, can you help me set the table?" you say as you push a stack of plates and tableware toward him. Your attention is quickly pulled away again as you go to plate the food you've been laboring over the past hour.

The routine is a familiar one: sitting down across from each other with a wide array of dishes and sides in between. You always make him take the first bites; "I already taste tested everything as I was cooking, silly!" you would say, eyes focused and hands tucked under your chin eagerly awaiting his reactions and thoughts.

Today's meal was a hit, as it usually is. Hansol could count less than a handful of times that he didn't love your food, and even then he still ate everything despite you telling him that it was okay if he didn't finish it.

The next part of the routine, however, rivals even the food in his eyes. Both of you are glued to the chairs chatting away, even when all the food is long gone and empty plates remain on the table. Between you two, there was always something to talk about. Tangents turn to into more tangents turn into "remember when we…" turn into "we should totally do…" Hours can pass by before one of you even remembers that there was dessert in the fridge, and even more hours before either of you get up again to go wash the dishes. When that happens, you simply carry the conversation to the kitchen except this time with the gentle running of sink as background noise.

You were like a breath of fresh air from the chaos of his main friend group and someone he felt entirely comfortable with. Except lately he's been wanting to see you more and more. He would catch himself staring at his phone hoping a text from you would pop up, asking him to come over again.

He's embarrassed to admit that you have never hung out one-on-one outside of the walls of your apartment. It was an unspoken boundary that you two saw each other under the pretense of food, a boundary that he increasingly would like to cross.

You're not even looking at him, attention focused on scrubbing away at the pot in your hand, still talking about that awkward encounter with your neighbor yesterday. But the longer he stares at you, Hansol thinks to himself — have you always been this pretty? He traces every part of your form, from the micro expressions you make with your eyebrows as you talk, to noticing the little strands of hair by your face that escaped the ponytail you put it in, and the way your left sleeve is slowly slipping down your arm and in danger of getting soaked.

"...so screw me if I thought that it was none of his busine— Sol...?"

Before he even knew what he was doing he found himself abandoning his plate drying duty and sliding behind you at the sink, your back pressed against his chest as he grabbed your sleeve and gingerly rolled it up your arm once again. Just as he thinks you can't get any more gorgeous, his world stops when you turn your head around and he finds your face inches from his. The way your eyes glisten into his own makes the split second feel like an eternity before pulling away.

"S-sorry if I scared you, just didn't want your sleeve to get wet." adding a nervous chuckle to the end as he returns to the stack of tableware he has yet to dry.

"N-no! It's okay! Thank you for that!" you stammer back, trying not to look him in the eyes to hide the very obvious blush that spread on your cheeks. "Ahaha... yeah so anyways, what was I saying again?" Without missing a beat, he replies "you were talking about how your nosy neighbor thinks we're dating because I come over so often."

"Oh, haha, right..." your voice is barely above a whisper, a chuckle dies in your throat as you realize you've been scrubbing an already clean pot for 5 minutes now. You sigh as you turn off the water and start drying off your hands to put the dishes back in their places.

"I don't mind," he says after a thoughtful pause. It takes a second for you to register the words. "Sorry, what?"

"I don't mind if he thinks we're dating."

You feel like the hearing comprehension part of your brain just reset. "Wait, wha-"

"I think it would be kinda nice actually... if we dated."

After a second too long of silence from you, he was the one with panic with his eyes this time. "B-but only if you want to! Shit, uh, sorry I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. Just forget I said anyth-"

He's interrupted by your arms snaking around his neck. "You're hopeless, Sol", you say as you press a light kiss to his lips. "I think it would be nice if we dated, too."

[simpjaes]

Would you ever do mtl be into cnc 👀

cnc stands for consensual non consent, please do not read this if it's going to upset you. reminder that cnc is consensual and agreed upon by everyone involved!

warnings: anal, jake repeatedly goes past the boundaries, safe words, dry penetration, crying, being physically overpowered, the act of saying "no" for fantasy sake, fainting, the act of gagging where you can't say the safe word, various roleplay mentions, knife/blood kink.

MTL: hyung line + consensual non consent

most

★ heeseung: he would be the one bringing it up to you, and would probably be a little shocked when you immediately agree. then again, you could never seriously say no to those big sparkling doe eyes. if he wants to hear a no, if he wants to see you try to fight and cry your way out of something, if that's what gets him going, hell fucking yeah, you can play that part for him. And he loves it too. Heeseung can always be quite rough in bed, safe words and all, but he would definitely go harder the second you say no. and he'd also know deep down that you only say no when you want him to go harder, and make it hurt more. additionally, he'll probably take all of your holes, even the ones where- outside of the cnc fantasy- you're a bit unsure about. but that's the thing, you're not against it, and offering nothing but his spit-coated cock dryly pushing past your rim is-- well, even you're not sure if the way you writhe was real or not. still, even through it all, heeseung would keep a soothing hand somewhere on you to comfort you, simply because he knows he may or may not teeter on the boundaries that the two of you set in place.

☆ jay: with jay being the service top of all service tops, I think he would be willing to do literally anything you ask both in the bedroom and outside of it and not falter for a second. i don't think he would be the one bringing it up, but he would absolutely be the one playing the role as an aggressor for your pleasure. Would probably be a bit too gentle for your liking at first, or on edge a little bit about it but I also think he'd end up enjoying the way you give him the power after a little while. he'd start really playing the role when you cry and writhe to get away from him, acting like you're not absolutely dripping down his balls as he forces himself deep and holds you against him. jay would probably surprise you too, disguising praise with awful filthy words, like, "so tight when you try to fight-" and "does it hurt enough?". hm, not to be hella biased but i also think jay would unlock a few kinks through this, blood, knives, ropes, chains, etc. after all, partaking in a kink so extreme does tend to open the doors for all sorts of pain and pleasure to safely partake in together. do I think jay would lend a little cut before sucking your blood up if you so much as gave his knife some heart eyes? yes. do i think he would tie you up, forcing you to curl in on yourself so he can fuck every part of you? yes. but also, i think he is the fucking king of aftercare and would keep you patched up and comfortable after the fact, making damn sure you know he loves you.

★ jake: he's into it 100%, and eventually one of you would bring it up and offer discussions and boundaries after checking the internet history lmfao. the thing with jake is, he may be a bit too rough with it to the point you've had to literally shove him off of you because you see the light in his eyes die and something else take over. I'm talking like, he's holding your head with both hands slamming into your throat, and even if you fight to breathe you know it's part of the fantasy and you can't literally shout the safe word because well...you know, cock bruising your throat repeatedly. like he definitely would lose all sense of humanity with the fantasy and chase only pleasure, only hoping you get something out of it after the fact when he comes back to himself. def has made you faint a few times and kept going. i think it gets to the point that you wouldn't exactly be scared of him, but you'd have to sit him down and be like "okay we need a little more than a safe word or something because-" and he'd immediately go into panic mode and apologize repeatedly for always going a bit too far. would also be trained to wanna fuck you every time you tell him no. like "no, not tonight jake, i have to work in the morning." then he's immediately rolling you onto your stomach, ripping your pajamas down your legs, and burying himself in like "hm? what was that?"

☆ sunghoon: you bring it up to him and he's curious but probably not that good at it at first. always asking if you're okay, always saying shit like "are you sure you don't wanna say the safe word?" and instinctively stopping his hips every time you fight. i don't think he'd have it in him until he gets comfortable and fully trusts that this is what you want. but....when that clicks in his head OH MAN. holding you down and pushing in dry, gagging you with his fingers, writing all over your body, hurting you, forcing you to cry for real. the difference would be like night and day, feeling him use his strength against you in all of the best ways, making you hurt only to still get you off repeatedly and humiliate you for it. would also get a little too into role play and do the whole kidnapping scenario, doctor and patient, teacher and student, step bro and step sis. like you'd 100% rip his darkest fantasies out of the darkest parts of his brain and let him act them out on you. after care king #2 though, definitely making you forget about how fucking terrifying he can be.

least

[rekino2114]

How jealous are the blue lock girls? I mean, imagine if someone tried to hit on you on the middle of the match. How would they handle it? Would they? Will somebody unleash their inner Pepe?

How the blue lock girls handle jealousy

Fem!yoichi isagi

Ok, so isagi has two modes, the sweet, friendly, and a bit shy girl that you love and the absolute menace that she becomes when she's on the field (that you also love)

it turns out there's another way to activate her "on the field mode" someone flirting with you

The moment she sees another girl say anything flirty to her eyes glow and she immediately runs over to you

She proceeds to verbally abuse the girl in the most brutal way possible. She'll literally invent new slurs at the moment just for her. Meanwhile, you're just standing there wide-eyed because she's ripping the poor girl to shreds with her words alone. You don't know if you feel honored or terrified that she's going harder than she did on kaiser and loki just because she talked to you for like 5 seconds

Hiori and kurona try to hold her back to avoid a scandal (it's already too late), and when she finally calms down, she just turns to look at you smiling like she didn't just cuss out every individual family member of that girl at least 38 times

"And one final thing you ********* if you dare come close to y/n I will ******** and ****** your ****** until you *****, die in a ditch idiot"

"..............."

"We should probably go back to our position right sweetie?"

".......y-yeah"

Fem!meguru bachira

Bachira might not fully understand the girl is flirting at first. She just thinks she's being friendly, mostly because bachira herself is a bit too friendly in general

So she just joins your conversation as if nothing's going on, randomly calling you babe once, not even realizing how annoyed the girl looks

She continued hugging you and agreeing with every compliment the girl says about you annoying her even more

She just acts like her normal self which for most people who aren't you looks like a weirdo and the fact that you agree with her and match her energy drives the girl away

"I have to say that play you did last match was amazing, so stylish"

"Right!? It was amazing. My monster was cheering in joy when it happened"

"Did it? I'm glad I make your monster happy"

"You always do babe, just like I make yours happy~"

You two start laughing together as the girl looks at you concerned

"I.....think I'll just go"

"Oh ok"

"Thanks for the save bachira, she was making me a bit uncomfortable"

".......she was?"

".....you didn't know? I thought you came here because you saw her flirting"

"Oh no, I just wanted to talk....wait she was flirting!? I gotta teach her a lesson now!"

Fem!rin itoshi

Rin swears that she doesn't get jealous and that she's not bothered at all by people hitting on you, but her saying that is the same as saying that she's not still salty at sae for accidentally blowing out her candles on her ninth birthday... a lie. The truth is that she's jealous, very jealous

Whenever she reads some stupid rumor that you two broke up just because she's not been affectionate to you in public, something she rarely is, she just mutters "stupid paparazzi" and posts a picture of you two on her socials which is something she usually never does

And if she sees a girl trying to hit on you, she just stays there and glares daggers at her. You can almost see the hole she's carving in her head with her stares. Meanwhile, shidou and Charles tease her to no end about it, and she always denies being jealous and yells at them blushing

One time this girl continued touching you inappropriately even after you repeatedly told her no and so rin just straight up went destroyer mode on her

"Sorry it took me some time rin, that girl really didn't want to back off"

".........that lukewarm brain dead worm"

"........are you OK?"

"......does she think she can just do what she wants with you like you're nothing?....."

"R-rin?"

You get scared as you see her tongue sticking out and her eyes turn black

"I'll kill her, I'll kill her,I'll kill her,I'll kill her!!!!"

"NO WAIT RIN!"

Fem!sae itoshi

Like her sister, sae says she doesn't get particularly jealous, but unlike for her sister, that's the truth....for the most part

She knows that everyone knows you're together, even if she might not be the most physically affectionate person especially in public, all the interviews you do together and the times she mentions you in the ones she does alone, plus all the photos of you two together should make it obvious to everyone

So what pisses her off more is that she knows for a fact that the girl knows you're taken, by one of the best players in the world nonetheless, and yet still decides to flirt with you as if she had a chance

When she's had enough, Sae just goes right up to you and tells you to come over to her. When the girl starts to argue, she just glares at her and starts belittling and insulting her, mostly about how trash she is at football with her usual monotonous and deadpan tone

"Y/n, can you come here? I want to talk before the match"

"Oh sur-"

"Wait a minute, y/n was talking to me!"

"....really? To me, it looked like you were going on about whatever without even considering their input, and they were too nice to say anything"

"H-hey wait-"

"But I guess I should have expected nothing more from such a mediocre person, especially in football, a baby could have blocked that shot you did, how did you think you had a chance?"

"............."

"Come on, let's go"

"O-ok"

Fem!shidou ryusei

It's not that shidou gets jealous because she thinks you'll leave her or that some other girl has a chance to snatch you up. She's jealous because all of the girls must be either very stupid or just bitches to hit on you

With all of the pda you two do, especially during matches, everyone thinks you're gonna get married anytime now. You're so schmaltzy and affectionate, and shidou does everything that's at the limit of being allowed during a match, all to show you off, she knows you're hot and she wants everyone to know that she was the one to bag you

But that still doesn't stop some girls. Seriously, how dumb and / or evil they have to be to still hit on you, what does she have to do to make everyone understand you're off limits? Start grinding on you during matches? (She genuinely considered doing that)

So whenever one of those idiots tries to hit on you, she instantly gets pissed off, goes over, side hugs you, purposefully pulling you up against her chest and starts berating the girl with insults, if she for some reason insults her back than she'll go from words to hands very fast, often getting expelled if you don't stop her

"Huh? Baby who's this bimbo who thinks she's worthy of your time?"

"Bimbo? Look at yourself in the mirror before talking, fake tan and pink hair!"

"Fake!? The tan's all natural I'll have you know, also trying to steal someone's partner is a pretty stupid and shitty thing to do y'know?"

"I wouldn't call it stealing, just offering a better option"

"OK that's it, take this you idiotic moron!"

"B-babe please calm down, you'll take a red card if you continue"

"Tch! Fine, but just because it's for you, sweetie, but if she dares touch you again I won't hold back"

Fem!seishiro nagi

Nagi's strategy to deal with someone flirting with you is the same as the one she has for most problems in her life: do absolutely nothing about it and wait that it resolves itself

It's not that she doesn't care. It's that she's too lazy to act on her jealousy, sure she's a bit angry at the girl trying to hit on you but going all the way over there (standing up from her chair) and talking to the girl seems a bit too difficult for her right now, and she's even in the middle of a ranked match

She'll wait for you to finish talking and drive the girl away, but if she's being really insistent and even touching you, then she might finally do something which is finishing the game, reluctantly getting up and hugging onto you like a koala and pouting telling you to stay with her

Reo is very confused looking at this scene, and all of his attempts to get nagi to do something most often end in failure

"Isn't that girl......hitting on y/n?"

".....oh yeah I guess she is"

".....are you....gonna do something about it?"

"I dunno, do I have to? It seems like such a hassle, I'm sure y/n can handle it"

".....I don't know what I expected"

Fem!reo mikage

Rei gets jealous incredibly easily. A girl could be asking you for directions, and she'll stare at her like she just gave you her phone number

It's not that she doesn't trust you or anything. It's just better to prevent any possible attempts at flirting just in case. She very often just glares at any innocent girls who are just near you by coincidence until they get uncomfortable and leave

And those times where a girl is actually flirting with you, she'll immediately go over, hug you, and kiss your cheek and just start randomly bragging about how rich she is and how much she spoils you

She'll even invent stuff like the fact that you have to go to your private yatch, which you don't have (yet) or that you have only designer clothes in your closet which is actually pretty true with all the clothes she buys you but basically means nothing when you're just wearing the standard manshine jersey at the moment

"Oh y/n sorry to interrupt but it looks like we have to wrap up this match quite quickly, we might lose the reservation at (very expensive restaurant name) if we don't hurry"

She drags you away from the girl

"........wait we have a dinner date tonight?"

"Well we do now, I'll just ask them for a reservation last minute, it shouldn't be a problem"

"......if you say so"

Fem!Michael kaiser

Kaiser doesn't get jealous. She gets possessive. She thinks you two are perfect and only deserve to be with each other, so she thinks any other girl who tries to hit on you is just a lowly worm who didn't understand her place

The fact that she didn't bow her head before talking with you is already a bad start, but the fact that she even thought she had the slightest chance to get with you makes her chuckle a bit in amusement at how stupid she can be

She immediately enters the conversation, hugging you and proceeds to ask the girl what she was doing there. Her sheer presence and reputation are enough to make most girls scared and shily back away

but if for some reason she stays, then she'll start with the insults and belittling telling her she could never get with someone as perfect as you, especially because she's here and doesn't tolerate people who bother you

At this point, the girl is crying and runs away, and she turns back, smiling proud of what she did

"Schatz, am I interrupted your conversation?"

"Y-yes actually"

"Oh perfect, listen here you lowly piece of garbage, the fact that you think you have a chance on y/n is genuinely so funny to me, are you that much of an idiot, did you even look at them? How perfect they look and are, and how perfect I am?"

"I-i"

"Listen, y/n is mine, and I don't like people messing with what's mine, so I suggest you crawl back of whatever sewer you came out of"

"............"

"What's wrong schatz? Do you need water or something?"

"N-no it's just.......weren't you going a bit too hard on her"

"No, like I said, I don't like people messing with what's mine, especially you, you deserve only the best, which is me, I'm just keeping all the clowns who don't deserve to even look at your beautiful self away from you"

"........t-thanks?"

"It's nothing schatz, I love you after all"

Fem!Alexis ness

Like kaiser, Ness thinks you're perfect, but unlike kaiser, she thinks she doesn't deserve you. She tries her best to be the best girlfriend you could ever ask for but some part of her just thinks that some girl will try to steal her away from you and that's her biggest nightmare

So whenever she sees a girl flirting with you she'll immediately go up to you (completely ignoring the girl) and ask you if you need anything just trying to show off that she'd do anything for you and how good of a girlfriend for you

She'll also hold your hand the entire time and call you "liebling" any chance she gets just to drive the point home that you're in a happy relationship and the girl could never replace Ness

She then asks you to go somewhere so that she can be alone with her and gives her a creepy closed eyes smile (if you guys remember the scene with kunigami at the start of the barcha match that's it) and starts talking about you to her in hopes of driving her off

"Liebling, here's some water, remember to stay hydrated"

"Ah, thanks lexi"

"It's nothing. You were doing amazingly back there, by the way, but remember not to overdo it. The last thing I want is for you to get an injury"

"Yeah, don't worry"

"Uh i-"

"Oh but if you do get sore just tell me liebling, I could give you a massage to help"

"Definitely, your massages are always amazing"

"It's my pleasure, oh by the way noa told me he wanted to talk to you before the second half, maybe to switch strategies"

"OK I'll go now bye lexi"

"Bye liebling, love you"

"OK so now-"

"Y/n is one of the best players on this team and in the world in my opinion"

"Uh?"

"You should feel lucky and honored they even decided to talk to you and give you a bit of their time"

"......what?"

"I just suggest not bothering them with useless stuff like that anyway ok~? I'm there for them"

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

nymph. [part 4] l General Marcus Acacius

Summary:  you have been with him for a long time, but he has never seen you. but everything has changed.

Warnings:  +18, smut, fluff, maybe a little bit of angst, gods and mythology are treated in a simple way

A/N: part 4. I secretly hope you'll be gentle with me. I'm very curious about what your thoughts will be after this chapter. Please remember that I'd love to hear your comments and ideas. And especially when it comes to the ending of this part… I'll leave you alone now. I send you all my love.

I hope you will be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

nymph [masterlist]

"She's not from here."

Marcus raised his eyes and followed his old friend's gaze. They could see your silhouette between the trees. It was a beautiful, sunny day and you and Melitta were spending it in the garden. 

The young girl had become your companion, although Marcus had often noticed the embarrassment and delight in her eyes almost simultaneously when she looked at you.

"No, she's not," he confirmed. "But would you believe me if I told you?"

Brutus smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes deepening. "I'm old enough to believe anything." he said. "But please, Marcus. Don't tell me things you should keep to yourself. Here," he pointed to the General's broad chest. "Everything is safer here."

Brutus' gray eyes wandered back to the garden. He had known Marcus when he was a child, his father had been Brutus' friend, and after his death he had surrounded the young man with care. He had never seen a woman in his house before, and he certainly didn't know of any that Acacius would look at in such a way.

"You love her." He said.

He didn't have to ask. He was at an age where certain things were simply obvious to him. Like this.

"I do." Marcus sighed. "More than anything."

"That's good. You can't fight the whole world without someone close to you. But she's not from here. Is she free?"

Marcus's eyebrows drew together. "I didn't take her as a concubine or a slave. She's free, more than any of us."

"Her family?" he saw a shadow in Acacius's gaze. "I see. Don't explain it, Marcus. She shouldn't appear among people without a background. Let's think..."

A warm wind blew through the window, playing with the delicate curtains, carrying with it the sweet scent of flowers. Brutus took a sip of wine and cleared his throat.

"You should say that her parents died when she was still a child. It would be safest." he said, and Marcus fixed his gaze on him, listening carefully. "Later, some distant family member took care of her. It wasn't a significant family. You met and fell in love, simply. Don't mention her origins, don't pay attention to her. Some may gossip about you, but it will quickly die down."

"I'm not afraid of gossip, only of her safety." Acacius replied. "I am the General, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to ensure the safety of the one I love."

Brutus nodded his gray head in understanding. "The gods must be favorable to you if you found each other in this vast world. It's a good sign."

And he really hoped that his friend was right.

A dozen or so days at Marcus' house passed quickly. You didn't find boredom there. Melitta accompanied you every day, slowly becoming a close friend. 

Antigonus, on the other hand, strived to ensure that all your requests, or at least those that General Acacius agreed to, were fulfilled. So although he sometimes grumbled something under his breath, he let you sit for hours in a room full of maps and writings, which you looked through, and then in the evenings you asked Marcus about them.

His duties to the Emperor and Rome didn't allow him to spend as much time with you as he would have liked, but the thought that he was coming back to you was something that kept him sane. 

Never before had this house been filled with such conversations and feelings. Never before had he felt as if he was hiding the most precious treasure. You.

"If you knew the true faces of the gods, your eyes would turn white." You said one evening, turning in the sheets. The glow of the candles danced on your bare back, and your hair was in a sweet mess. "All those carvings in the temples, the paintings - poof! - nonsense. None of you have seen the true wrath of Mars or Jupiter. You have not experienced the grace of Venus."

"So what lies next to me if not a gift from Venus?" Marcus asked, leaning down and placing a kiss somewhere between your shoulder blades. "Or Mars? I thought I was the favorite of the gods?"

"Sometimes you are too sure of yourself, General." You replied sarcastically, but you sighed quietly when his hand tightened on your buttock. "The gods have their favorites, but that doesn't mean they can't get bored with them."

"I don't care." His hands grabbed your hips and quickly turned you around, your laughter filling the darkened chamber. "As long as I have you in my hands, I am not afraid of the wrath of the gods. You are my redemption."

A hand tenderly stroked his cheek, fingers slipping into the curly hair among which you could see silver threads. "Don't treat me like one of them, my beloved... I'm not worthy of this."

The brown eyes that were staring at you, however, said something else. Adoration and delight radiated from his insides.

"To me, you are above them all." he replied, spreading your thighs with his hand and placing himself between them. "I want to adore you every day. Praise the day when my eyes saw you for the first time. Fight for you, conquer for you, live for you."

"Marcus..."

His hard cock slid into you without a problem, all the way to the base. Still slippery, full of his seed. You had made love just a moment earlier, like almost every night. Almost, because you also appreciated those moments when you could just fall asleep in each other's arms, feeling the closeness of your bodies, feeling the steady beating of your hearts.

"I will adore and worship you." his voice was low, he whispered to you as if he was praying "Your body is a temple, your sweet moans are songs of praise..." you sighed feeling him move inside you, you tightened your fingers on his strong shoulders "I was a mere mortal when your grace fell upon me. You were the one who decided to stay with me, now I will give you all of myself."

Hot lips kissed your neck as Marcus thrust into you with increasing force. You already knew perfectly well his endless hunger for you, so you gave him what he needed.

Acacius was a generous lover. He gave you pleasure in every way he knew, and you fell apart in his hands, intoxicated by this feeling. 

You never thought before that bodies could fit together so well, complement each other so much and give each other small deaths, while feeling that they were more alive than ever before.

"I love you..." his hot whisper reached your ears, you wrapped your arms around his neck, slid your hands into his soft hair "More than life, more than anything I know."

He hit exactly that spot, you couldn't say a word, catching your breath. His hot, sweaty body was pressing down on you lightly, but it didn't matter. Soon the pleasure spread through your body, all your senses and heart froze. 

Marcus felt your delicate walls squeeze his cock, but he didn't stop. His prayers had to be finished. He lifted himself on his shoulders, eyes swept over your sweaty cleavage and breasts, wandering to the place where you were connected. He disappeared inside you a few more times, and then a deep moan escaped his throat as his seed spurted into you, filling you up again.

Tender hands touched his face again, pulling him into a kiss. Soft lips that he never wanted to leave, arms that were supposed to embrace him forever. The woman who was supposed to love him for eternity.

When Marcus told you that morning that you could go out with him and see Rome, your eyes widened with delight. You had been begging him to let you see the city for a long time, although you understood perfectly well why he refused to do so. Every decision had to be thought out, every move planned.

"We'll visit Brutus, it's nothing interesting." he said, but the smile didn't leave his lips when he saw the glint in your eyes.

Melitta had been trying to help you dress for several minutes, but you were so excited that you couldn't stand still.

"My lady." she sighed. "The sun will set before you cross the threshold. Please..."

"I know, I know..." you repeated once again "It's just so, so exciting."

"Rome is beautiful." Melitta draped the material over your shoulder "You'll like it. Although I prefer forests and meadows... Bathed in the morning light, with the grass still covered in dew."

You tightened your fingers lightly on her arm. "I'll take you there, I promise." you said quietly "Soon."

The door creaked and you both jumped as General Acacius appeared before you. Even though he wasn't wearing armor, he still looked dignified. He smiled at the sight of you and nodded towards Melitta.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, my lord." she said curtsying.

"You did well." he praised her "You look wonderful, my love. I have something for you."

He took your hand and carefully slid a gold ring with an emerald stone onto your finger. He pressed his lips to your knuckles.

"It's for your safety." He explained seeing your questioning look. "Anyone who sees this ring will know who you..."

"...belong to." You finished for him.

He kissed your hand again and covered it with his. He wanted to avoid saying those words, but at the same time he wanted them. He wanted to know that you were only his.

Your eyes darted from one face to another, from one fruit stand to the beautifully dressed people you saw leaving the building. Conversations, laughter, the sound of horses' hooves, children running around. You had never been in a place like this before.

Marcus was close to you the whole time, observing your every move and gesture, noticing every smile and delight in your eyes. For a moment he regretted that he didn't see it all the same way you did. 

Years of fighting wars, talking to politicians, worrying about the fate of the country, had made him feel tired and numb. To everything, except you.

"Thank you, beautiful lady! May the gods bless you!" a hoarse voice rang out behind him.

It was only then that he noticed that you had escaped his eyes. Something or someone caught your attention. An older man, in a tattered robe, who was sitting against the wall begging for alms. The closer to the gladiator fights, the more of them appeared in the city, of all ages, sexes, and in various states of health.

Something flashed in the man's dirty hand and Acacius realized that you had given him one of your rings. Not the one he had given you that morning, some other one. He felt a warm surge of affection for you, because he had already forgotten what or who you were before, that you thought differently than those he knew.

A strong hand gently grabbed your arm. "We should go."

You nodded and obediently followed Marcus.

"The Emperor expects your presence during the fights. You should be there." Brutus sat comfortably on a bench under a spreading tree and nodded to the young girl who handed him wine. "There will be no better opportunity for her to go there with you."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marcus replied. "The Emperor, these people..."

"You can't keep her at home forever, Marcus!" the man snorted "I know you want her safety, but someone will notice her soon. Besides, I heard that a few people would be interested in you finally getting married."

Acacius frowned and snorted at the very statement. This topic always appeared when he returned to Rome, that's why he preferred barracks and battlefields, soldiers didn't care about marital status. 

Besides, marriage for people of his position was rarely connected with deeper feelings. It was about the arrangement, about position, about wealth, about creating a strong family.

Somewhere nearby he heard a familiar quiet laugh and noticed you with Aurelia, Brutus' wife, who was showing you around their house. His friend noticed how the General's face brightened at the sight of you.

"It gives me great joy to see you like this." he said warmly "I don't know what spell this girl has cast on you, but the gods are kind to you, since they allowed your paths to cross."

"I will be grateful to them for the rest of my life." Marcus said. "I feel like I knew her before my eyes first met her."

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know... Maybe it was just a dream." He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of sweet wine. "So be it. She will accompany me there." Brutus patted him on the shoulder happily. "You're right. There will be no better time, and I don't want to risk it."

"We will be there too. But warn her, Marcus. A viper's nest is a terrible place for beautiful creatures like her."

Acacius nodded. A strange fear filled his heart, but when he heard your footsteps, when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder, it all flew away with the wind.

Something strange woke you up at night. For a moment you tried to understand what it was. Marcus was sleeping quietly next to you, his arm around your waist, his body as hot as the sun close to yours. 

You felt it again. The scent that woke you up, so familiar.

Sage and other herbs, burning somewhere outside the window, in a garden immersed in darkness. You quietly and carefully got out of bed and threw thin robes over your naked body. The window was open and the gentle wind must have unconsciously brought the delicate smoke into the room.

You strained your eyes to see in the darkness the person who was not only burning herbs, but also... 

Yes, you knew the words to this prayer. You had heard it several times in one of the temples, but not in the temple dedicated to Minerva. These were words addressed to Venus, and they were whispered quietly by someone you knew so well. 

A prayer filled with regret, interwoven with quiet sobbing…

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[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Being Their Weapon

Requested: a preference of femreader being the boys' main weapon, that homelander doesn't even know of..? 😫 dialogue prompt 27 & 60 - anon

A/N: Reminder my loves! Prompts only go with fic requests, no other kind of requests. It's all in the pinned post, please be sure to read! I've updated it recently to be as clear as possible :) I also only write gn!readers as it states in my rules linked in my bio. Hope you can understand! I based it loosely off this fic because I think the Supe abilities would fit perfectly! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Butcher didn't like you and you didn't like Butcher. He punched you, he hit you with his gun. He knew you thought about killing him that day, grabbing his wrist and killing him instantly, but Frenchie stopped you. When you agree to help them, you make sure it's known that you're not doing this for Butcher at all. That if it were just him asking you, you'd let him die. He thought you were stupid. Stupid and dangerous and unstable. Kicking them out like that only proved him right. Regardless of what Hughie or Frenchie or Kimiko said, nothing would change the way he felt about you. He would never admit that he was grateful for your help, but he was. If everything went to hell, at least they'd have you. Still, he couldn't help but eye you every time you came in. He didn't like what you could do. If you decided you weren't interested, if you felt threatened even a little bit, you could kill all of them without even trying.

Hughie had no problem with what you could do. It's not like you could control what the V did to you. And you never wanted the V in the first place. It was intimidating sure, but he wasn't scared of you because of it. Underneath the fear, the resistance, was someone who just wanted to be treated with a little kindness. He could do that. He could do more than that. He tried to talk to Annie about why she was so hesitant, but she just couldn't explain it. You warmed up to Hughie pretty quickly. He was curious about your powers. You showed him what you could do with plants, fruits and vegetables mostly. They'd rot in your hands. You could kill everyone and everything. You admitted to him all the things you missed, but were too scared of doing, even with gloves and protection. Hugs mostly, petting animals. He hadn't realized how much your powers would affect you. The least he could do was not be scared of you. The least he could do was be your friend.

Annie tries not to stare. Alongside the whole "killing people with your touch" You were a little cagey. The last time she saw you you were screaming at everyone to get out of your apartment. Now you stood beside Frenchie, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You clung to Frenchie and Kimiko, keeping everyone else at a professional distance. She tried to be nice, she tried not to flinch when you moved too fast or abruptly, but she couldn't help it. Like M.M. she was wary about you. You'd all done things you weren't proud of, but you turned your Supe-ability into a prpfession. A dangerous one that left a lot of innocent (and not so innocent, you'd like to point out) dead. She knows your upbringing wasn't the most traditional, but was that really an excuse? You could tell how she felt just from the way she looked at you. You tried not to take it personally.

M.M likes you, but he doesn't like the idea of you. Killing people just by touching them is just too much. Too dangerous. He makes sure he's never too close to you. Unlike Frenchie who is quote affectionate and far more easygoing than everyone else, Marvin was stressed out. He watched you carefully, keenly, making sure he only came near you when you were wearing gloves or something else that prevented any skin from showing. You know he feels this way and you don't push it. There were tons of people in your life like him, scared of you, petrified even. You knew it was better to keep your distance and not to try anything funny. It was just easier. No jokes, nothing. You didn't mind keeping your relationship professional. Marvin knew how important you were, that it was a big sacrifice given your past to accept this offer, but he couldn't let go of the idea that you could kill any number of them with your pinky alone.

Frenchie is the first person you trust out of the whole group. He comes back to see you alone. If you truly don't want to help, he won't force you. He just wants to talk. Despite yourself, you let him in. Maybe loneliness is finally getting to you. You're still wary, but eventually you let go a little, realizing he was going to keep his word. You become friends. He's the first friend you've had since you were a kid, before being locked up. He wasn't as afraid of you as everyone else was and you were constantly reminding him to be careful around you. You start to ask questions, logistical ones about what it would mean to join the team, what it would mean to take down Homelander. He assured you they would never let anything happen to you. You trust him. When he brings you to meet the team officially, there's a collective sign in relief. If the plan went wrong, if they ran out of options, they would always have you. You were the perfect weapon. To Frenchie though, you were just a new friend, teammate.

Kimiko likes you. If Frenchie likes you, then she does too. You're a little hesitant to start signing with her. Your hands flying everywhere wasn't such a good idea given that you could kill someone. Still, she didn't mind. She understood the fears, your past. The both of you had been used. The both of you had been given Compound V. You both killed people. Kimiko was the second person you trusted and this tome it was immediate. She wasn't scared of you, though she understood your hesitation. Good things were never truly good. There was always something horrible lingering just behind it. Friends were nice. Friends were a good thing. But doing this? Killing Homelander? That could lead to something awful. You had to be hesitant. You had to be careful. She wasn't going to hold this kind of thinking against you. You had as much a right to be afraid as they did.

[yuahoeaiknow]

Wet and Wild Part 2

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Pairing: F!Reader x Silco || F!Reader x Vander ||

Tags|Warnings: Exhibitionism, P in V Sex, Cunnilingus, Mild Squirting

Parts: Part 1 || now reading || Part 3

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As Silco lead you upstairs, an air of anticipation hung in the air between you two. The dim light and the muffled noises from the bar below cast a sense of intimacy upon the narrow staircase. Silco's hand remained firmly entangled with yours, his touch a mix of familiarity and a hint of possessiveness.

"I can't believe you did this in front of Vander.", you started as you hold hands and trotted up the stairs.

Silco chuckledat your whiney voice, his steps never faltering as he guided you further up.

"Oh, he's seen much more than just a bit of teasing here," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, his thumb rubbed slowly over the back of your hand. "Besides, I enjoy riling you up in front of an audience -  too much to resist."

"Ever the exhibitionist...", you muttered, rolling your eyes.

Silco laughed quietly, the sound low and velvety in the almost quiet confines of the staircase.

"Guilty as charged," he agreed, his voice still tinged with amusement as he looked at you. "You know I love to see you blush, whether in public or in private."

"I think you like to embarass me in front of our friends and family.", you pouted as you both stopped climbing the stairs.

Your lover smiled, his eyes flickered mischievously in the dim light.

"I do enjoy seeing that flush on your cheeks," he conceded, pulling you closer. "It's hard to resist when you look so adorable when you're flustered."

"I've noticed. I almost thought you were going to go at it right at the bar.", you spoke and couldn't contain a smile.

Silco grinned, his eyes darkened with a mix of desire and humor. "Now that would have made for quite a show, wouldn't it? Though I doubt Vander would have liked that very much," he teased, his thumb circled the back of your hand in a slow, caressing motion. "At least not at the counter."

"Haha. I would die from embarassment before that's going to happen.", you grinned back at him.

The man laughed at your words, his hand took yours to his lips, almost possessively gentle. "Oh, I don't know," he said, the smirk never leaving his face. "I'm quite good at persuading you to do things you initially considered unthinkable." He kissed your hand.

"Persuading or emotionally blackmailing? Oh, maybe manipulation!", you thought out loud. "You're so toxic, Sil.", you jested.

He chuckled. "I prefer to think of it as utilizing my charm!", he retorted with mock defensiveness, he let go of your hand and to rest his on your waist. "But if you want to call it manipulation, I'll take it as a compliment, since it worked on you so well."

"Touché.", you grinned and put your hands on his chest and shoulder.

Silco's grin widened as your hands come to rest on his torso. He took the opportunity to pull you closer against him, his arm wrapping around your waist, pushing you flush against his body.

"I do have to put those persuasive skills to good use here and there," he murmured, his voice growing huskier.

You hummed: "Yeah, Just here and there..."

The Eye of Zaun laughed huskily again, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in closer.

"Not all the time," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "Only when I really want something." His fingers gently brushed against the skin at the small of your back, the touch sending a shiver of anticipation through your body.

"And what do you want? I feel like I already know the answer to that.", you smiled with a knowing expression.

Silco's eyes darkened further as he gazed down at you, his response a soft rumble.

"Oh, I think you do know," he said, his hand slowly moved over your back. "The same thing I always want - you." His other hand came up to cup your chin, tilting your face up towards his, his mouth hovering just inches from yours. Indulging the hot tension between you two.

Then he kissed you. Soft and sweet, just how you liked it the best.

Silco's lips met yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss, his hand on the small of your back pulling you even closer against him. There's a tenderness in his touch, a desire to savor the moment, that belies the usual heated passion.

A kiss with a sweetness that not really matched his demeanor, his tongue slipped between your parted lips softly, slowly, exploring your mouth gently.

You mewled against his mouth. Feeling already aroused by him.

He could feel the way you responded to his kiss, the sweet sounds of pleasure you made against his mouth only serving to fuel his own desire. His body tightened against yours as he pressed you against him, his hand on your chin moving to cup your face, holding you in place as his kiss deepened.

His tongue danced slowly with yours, the familiar taste of him fueling the heat building between you two.

The moment his groin rubbed against yours, you broke the kiss to gasp loudly.

The noise that escaped your lips as your bodies collided only seems to spur Silco on, his own reaction immediate and visceral. He growled low in his throat, the sound filled with desire.

He pushed you against the railing, trapping you between the firmness of the plaster and the hardness of his body, his hands moved to grip your hips against his possesively.

"Feel that...?" he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down along your jawline, nipping here and there.

You moaned quietly. "Ngh.. yes."

Silco chuckled warmly against your skin, the sound rich and resonant.

His hands moved to your thighs, gripping them, the hardness of his body even more prominent now.

"You make me crazy. You can't imagine how badly I want you right now..," he mumbled, his mouth hovered just above your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"We aren't even in your... in your room, Sil... we can't... here...", you panted in a needy voice as he kissed your favourite spot behind the ear.

Your man laughed huskily, the sound a mixture of desire and amusement.

"Why not?", he responded, his mouth moved downward to your neck, his teeth grazed against your sensitive skin. "We've done it in worse places, haven't we?"

You blushed deeply and groaned in annoyance. "Just because you - uhg I hate you.."

Silco grinned with mischief, his lips curved into a sly smirk. "No, you don't," he murmured, nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear again.

His hands began to wander between your thighs, his touch became more insistent, more needy.

"I'm going to eat you out.", he rasped. "Help me with your pants."

You bit your lips and unbuckled your belt with nervous fingers.

Silco watched you with a dark, predatory gleam in his eyes, his smile omnious.

His hands guided yours the rest of the way, his grip firm and urgent. As you began to unzip your pants, he moved you the last step up to the door behind you, his body shielding you from view.

"That's it, good girl.." he murmured, his voice a low throb of hunger.

You whined at his pet name and as soon you pulled your pants down, he fell to his knees with a faint thud. The movement smooth and practiced. He pushed your pants down until they pooled around your ankles, his hands wasted no time in sliding up your bare thighs.

He looked up at you from his position on the floor, his fingers traced soft, teasing circles on your skin, his mismatched eyes dark and hungry.

"You smell so good," he rasped, his voice a deep rumble in his chest as he nosed and kissed you through underwear.

"Ugh... don't say that!", you murmured embarassed.

Silco chuckled softly against your skin, his touch a heated caress. "Why not? I'm just stating a fact." His mouth trailed slow, hot kisses up your inner thigh, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place.

"But I know you taste even better," he muttered, his breath warm against your skin.

You wanted to protest but were silenced by his hands gripping the sides of your panties, a wicked grin on his lips as he hooked his fingers in the material and tugged it down with a sharp, firm movement.

He didn't waste a damn second before his mouth was kissing your most sensitive part, slowly pushing his tongue through your folds. Immediately your hand shot up to his hair. Gripping it hard as you struggled to keep standing. "Oh, fuck."

Silco escaped a low groan of approval as your hand tightened in his hair, his mouth and tongue worked in a steady, insistent rhythm against your body.

His hands moved to grip your hip and press against your vulva, holding you in place. His face pushed flush against you.

"You taste so good," he mumbled, his voice muffled against you. "I can never get enough of it."

"Nhg~ I... uhh.. I'm...", you moaned, hips moving against him on their own.

Silco could feel your body responding to his clever tongue, your hips arched against him, begging for more. He chuckled against you, the sound low and ragged, his eyes almost black with desire.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, princess?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble against your skin. "I want to hear you say it." Then went back to work.

You bit your lip, not really wanting to say it. But you knew he wouldn't let you reach your climax if you didn't do as he said.

"Hah~ I'm... I'm coming...", your breath quickened and you couldn't hold your moans in. Holding onto the railing for dear life now.

Silco let out a low, guttural moan as your words reached his ears, his entire body responded to them with an almost feral possessiveness. He doubled his efforts, his tongue and mouth working to push you over the edge, his hands keeping you tightly in place.

"That's it, princess," he whispered against your skin. "Come for me. Let me hear you say my name." Your hands grabbed his hair again and his hand at your hip. You panted and mewled. "Sil..Silcoo~", you gasped and reached your peak with violent shudders and twitches.

Silco groaned at the sound of his name on your lips, the sound low and guttural, filled with the satisfaction of knowing he was the one to bring you to such ecstasy. Eagerly lapping up all you have to offer.

He continued to work you through the aftershocks, his mouth gentle and soothing against your oversensitive skin. Then, he slowly pulled back, his smile one of pure pride and admiration.

"That's my good girl," he spoke, his hands still held you tightly as he rose to his feet.

You huffed and puffed, leaning your forehead on his chest. Trying to catch your breath from the pleasure. Forgetting that you two basically stand on the second floor of the Last Drop where anyone could have came up the stairs and see you.

Your man wraped his arms around you, holding you close as you lean against him, his chest rising and falling with his own ragged breaths.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice a low rumble as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Uh huh." Sound muffled against his chest. He cupped your face between his hands, his thumbs trailing softly over your skin. He pulled you in for a kiss, his mouth finding yours with a familiar heat.

The kiss is slow and gentle, a stark contrast to the urgency from just moments before. But it's no less intense, his lips and tongue moving with a languid, possessive familiarity.

You could taste yourself on his tongue and lips and you mewled. Your hands found the front of his pants. Silco deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours. He could feel your hands, the touch further igniting that familiar fire in him.

He groaned lowly against your mouth, pressing his pelvis once more against you, the evidence of his own desire for you hard against your hand.

You giggled in the kiss and opened his trousers with a bit of a struggle.

Silco responded to your giggle with a growl, his hands left your face to help you with the fastenings of his trousers. The sound of his zipper being undone is almost obscene. He pulled back from the kiss, his eyes darkened with lust, his breath already came in quick, ragged gasps.

As you step out of your pants that still lingered at your ankles, you turned and were about to kneel before him but he stopped you. His hand gently grabbed your arm, preventing you from dropping to your knees.

"Not this time, darling." he said in a low, husky tone.

He spun you back around so your back was now against the wall, his body pressed into yours, pinning you in place. You pouted, really wanted to return the favour.

Sil laughed huskily at your pout, his hands wrapped around your thighs, lifting your legs to either side of his hips. Your back flush against the wall for more balance.

"Don't worry, Y/n," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble as he moves his hand between her legs. "I'll make up for it."

He coated his length with your cum before aligning and he let out a quiet groan as he slid between your legs, his body already taut with need. He leaned in to kiss your neck, his lips hot against your skin. He paused a moment, his eyes fixed on yours, a silent twinkle in the depths of his gaze. His free hand came up to cup your face and kiss you as he bottoms out.

"You're so wet for me," he rasped in your mouth, his voice a deep, ragged whisper.

You bit his lip as an answer and moaned.

Silco responded to your bite with a low, guttural moan of his own. He then growled and kissed you hard, pushing your back harder against the wall, his body moved against yours in a steady, driving rhythm.

"There you go, darling," he muttered against your mouth, his voice a low grind. "You feel so good."

You clawed at his biceps and whined. The steady rhythm drove you mad.

Your love groaned at the feel of your hands on his arms, the sound low. He increased the pace, his hips moved against yours with an insistent rhythm. "I love the way you make those pretty little sounds for me," he growled, his lips moved to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

"Because you... ugh...hah... always talk dirty.", you huffed.

Silco chuckles against your skin, his breath hot.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his lips traveled up to your ear, his tongue traced a lazy path along the shell. "I just love how it to riles you up, darling."

He rolled his hips against you, his body pressing deeper, moving a little faster.

You gasped at the feeling at your ear, ever so sensitive and you clenched hard around him.

The Eye of Zaun let out a low, ragged groan at the feeling of your body clenching around him, the sound hungry. He bit your earlobe, his teeth gentle but firm.

"Yeah just.. just like that, baby," he rasped with need. "You gonna cum for me soon?"

The steady rhythm edged you fast and you sobbed a yes. Not going to last longer with his teasing.

Silco's grin widened at your response, his body moved against yours with a growing urgency, his rhythm increasing, his breathing became heavier.

"That's what I like to hear," he growled in your ear as his other hand moves down to grip your thigh, pulling you closer, driving himself deeper.

"You have to give it to me soon... I'm so close.", he said and kissed her jaw.

You mewled and guided his face to yours, so you could kiss him.

Silco responded to your guidance with a low growl of approval, his lips immediately found yours. The kiss is hot and hungry, his mouth urgent and demanding against yours as he continued to move inside you, his body in a growing need, a primal hunger for climax.

A small moan escaped his lips, filled with a mix of desire and urgency. He sucked on the tip of your tongue and you couldn't hold back anymore. Tears of pleasure ran over your cheeks as you sobbed through your orgasm. Twitching violently against his pelvis, clawing into his arms.

He held you tight as you spasmed around him, his lips and teeth nipping at your jawline, his body taut and trembling.

"Oh fuck!" he murmured against your mouth, his voice ragged. He kept moving against you, still hard and aching, his breath came in quick, harsh pants.

"You're milking me so good.." he growled, his lips moved over your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. He buried his face back into the crook of your neck, his body shook faintly. "Ugh.." Never really slowing his movements, making you feral. It's too much! 

"Sil- ngh stop.. I'm-" And with that you suddenly reached another peak. Leaking down his length as you cried in overstimulation.

He pulled back, the sound he made as he left your body almost a snarl. He gripped your jaw and angled your face up towards his, his eyes dark and burning with an intensity that borders on madness.

"Fuck, I love you so much." A kiss to your lips and come leaking from your pussy and now over your stomach as he jerked out the rest.

You panted harshly, tried to catch your breath. Thighs tremlbed, on the verge of collapsing.

Silco's hands were on your hips, keeping you stable, his thumbs traced gentle circles over your skin. His breaths came in ragged pants as well.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, the only sound between the two of you the sound of your mingled, ragged breathing.

After he caught his breath he kissed your temple and picked you up.

Silco scooped you off the ground with ease, holding you close against his chest, your legs and arms wound around him. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as they trailed down your cheek.

"You still with me, darling?", he asked, his voice softer now, a hint of amusement in his tone.

"Yes.", you whispered. "You're not that good that I pass out.", you smiled hazy at him.

The love of your life chuckled at that, his chest rumbled with the sound. "Is that so?", he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. His mismatched eyes searched your face, a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Guess I'll have to try harder next time then," he teased as he carried you to your room.