#ok i feel like those should cover everything but do tell me if i need to tag it further

[monsob-6667]

living in the era vulgaris / just drool in the dark as you stare at the lights

[theood]

I've been making so many adult phone calls recently and now Im playing will my doctor fill my t prescription, they haven't gotten back to me I've been off T since the day after my one month mark, they needed PA for my insurance to cover it, "we'll get back to you in one to two business days" it's been much longer, the pharmacy wont tell me when PA is required leaving me to wait longer, I still don't have a job, I have to call my doctor tomorrow to ask whats going on. If I get told anything with my insurance is fucky, that the PA didn't go through, I have to pay out of pocket I can't afford my T. I was so fucking happy to start it, I was over the moon I FELT happier, I was so excited to wake up every day, I haven't felt like that in so long and it all got torn from under me and I am trying to hard to stay positive and that it will all be okay because it HAS to be okay because I chose to live, because I chose to keep going, because I want to be alive, but all of this really takes it toll and I am just tired. I am so tired of being the adult. I've been playing adult for so long I want to step back and I cant and I have to keep going because that's just life and I just want one stable thing again

I want to be on T again. I want to be happy. I want to be myself. I chose to be happy why is that so hard too keep

[youronlydarlin]

warning: kinda sad ANGST, Simon losses you :( , ooc kinda?? But he's soft for you only, trust me bro

This was kinda inspired by that one part in the comics where our poor, Si holds his mums skull, n he jus'... Kinda nuzzles into it. I dunno it just bought on some sad feeling, mkay...

Simon who slightly raises the cup of tea he's drinking each time he has one, just to let you know he's relaxing. Or trying his best too, at least. Doesn't know what he'll do if he worried you from beyond the grave. Sometimes he looks at all the belongings you left behind. Saying how they probably miss you, but not nearly as much as he does.

Unlike some, Simon uses your things. He doesn't want the house to go through the pain of loosing you too. So he drinks from your mug, and sits on your chair. Reads your favorite books, but never takes out the book marks in case you want to continue reading them. He also completes your bucket list for you, and even though he's the one doing them he always whispers 'good job, to the wind, hoping they'll carry the messenge to you.

Simon who speaks to your framed pictures. He remembers each, and every memory behind them. "Bet your happy... Now it'll always be my turn to grab the 'bloody groceries.." he jests. He hopes that one made you laugh. Knowing you, you would've. It's a mystery how you always laughed at his lame jokes. Though your laugh's always been better than the awful punchlines.

Simon who passes by that cafe you bugged him to go with you to, and he feels his throat go dry. He never got to take you there because of a sudden call from Price, telling him about an urgent, albeit sudden, mission. He definitely regrets not taking you out on dates more often. There's so many shops opening that he knows you would've loved to see.

Simon who's heart breaks at how quickly the world turns without you. Everything's moving so quickly, leaving him behind like it's already moved on, and he hates it. He hates how there's less clothes to fold now. Food is served, but only for one. The taste of it is flavorless, and dry. It's times like these, that he wishes he should have took the time and learn your recipes.

But what's worse, is that your side of the bed is cold. And it'll remain that way forever. At times he'll reach for you absentmindedly. Nightmares about war traded for dreams about you, but during those dreamless nights where sleep doesn't visit he'll stroke your pillow the same way he'd do to keep your hair out of your face, and pull the covers over the empty space you once occupied. He wonders if it's cold where you are right now. But just know that he's always willing to warm you up if ever you come back.

Simon who...

Stands at the doorway. Bag slinged over his shoulder, full of everything he needs and more for deployment. He knows he can't leave without properly saying goodbye, so he fishes out his wallet, and digs out a picture of you. He holds it up to his face, and it's funny. How you're not even staring at the camera when the photo was taken. No, you were staring at him. This one's always been his favorite. So he clears his throat, and wishes you don't hear the slight shake in his tone.

"..By now you would've told me to be careful.. And I will, by the way. But, m' sorry for all the times I didn't...'

....

" I have to go now. Don't need them gettin' on my ass for 'being late.. so.."

....

"..You just rest now, ok, love? There's nothing else for you to worry about' anymore. I love you, always. Wish me, and the boys luck, yeah?.."

He gives a light kiss to your photo, and it's as if you're with him when he steps outside the door..

a/n: This was a challenge to write, and I don't know what to feel about the results. I'm just polishing my english, I guess. M'not good at writing angst, you can probably tell, also my grammar feels off on this one, again. English isn't my first language, sorry. So please correct me on any mistakes I've made! But putting all that aside, I hope you like this more than I do! And, always remember that you are loved, and cared for! Have an amazing day, my darlings!

Yours, truly,

–dolly

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAs cold as your heart ･:*:｡𓏲ּ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDr. ishida uryu x f! reader

Chapter 4: fever can melt ice. even the coldest of hearts can melt; even the past can be fixed...

❄ a/n: a little longer with a lot of ups and downs, but this time things are getting hotter... even though you might have to wait for naughtier chapters, Uryu is slowly becoming desperate... 😏 ❄ tw: MDNI. This chapter contains smut -soft smut, but mature, kisses, sexual thoughts and erections-. Also, please be aware of a certain little part about Uryu having hidden little old scars. This is just my personal HC that I will eventually develop in the next chapters, but it is super important to warn you, even if subtle, those scars were made by himself. Though if anybody wants to keep on reading and self-harm is triggering you, please let me know. I will not include it. It is not mega important to the plot, just a hc about Uryu and the way he deals with all the pain of his past. ❄ masterlist

“Bring my son immediately to the sixth floor!” he screams at someone through the phone. He stands up and orders you to get ready for surgery…

 “(Name), get ready. OR number 2. Now” 

Your ears buzz. Everything seems to happen, and nothing happens at all at the same time. “Bring my son” those words echo inside your head, making your sweat become cold, colder. You feel like your blood has stopped flowing. What happened to Uryu? What did he do? 

A thousand scenarios happen at the same time in your imagination. Your body moves on its own, following Dr. Ishida to the operating room. 

“What happene-“ you wanna ask, immediately being interrupted by that hospital bed being pushed and rushed to the OR. 

“He needs immediate intervention. I managed to patch him up, but the wound is too deep”

You watch the scene pass right in front of your eyes; Uryu’s hair flowing with the wind, his hand covered in blood up to his wrist, his white shirt as well. 

“(Name), come on!” Uryu screams, waking you up all of a sudden. “The boy is probably 5 or 6. Get ready!” he continues, showing he is safe and sound, and just -amazingly- saving a little kid’s life. 

You nod, with tears in your eyes. You thought the patient was him, but it was just yet another misunderstanding. 

The way both Ishida men work in perfect synchronicity to save the life of a child, the way they, for as long as the surgery lasts, do not fight. However, it is not only them, but you. You work with them, hard, to save the patient. You have everything ready; you are like the gear that keeps two parts working perfectly. 

Sometimes his eyes and yours meet; your arms graze, you talk to each other and it’s also natural, as if nothing had happened in between you and him. Oh, how you wish that would last forever. 

“It was great working with you…” you whisper while you watch the patient being taken out of the OR along with Dr. Ryuken who continues to give directives about the patient. 

“It was. Now, please, I need to change…” Uryu answers, cold as ice. 

You notice his white shirt, underneath the sterile gown, covered in sweat. There is no way he is hot, the OR has always a low temperature and it’s chilling winter outside. Was he that nervous to work with his father for the first time? 

“Are you ok? Are you feeling well?” you dare to ask while taking your own gown off. 

“Yeah… achuu!” Uryu sneezes, and his cheeks become red as apples. 

You giggle and walk away, leaving your used gown on the bio residues trash can. Yet, before you could leave, you turn around right by the exit. 

“You can come to my office if you need something, I can give you meds if you are running a fever. You should rest, though” you tell him, this time as a nurse and not as much as a friend -ex-. Something inside you is growing, and it is not exactly tolerance for his attitude. 

Uryu nods, fixing his glasses and hiding, as always, underneath them and his hair. 

You, annoyed and tired, drag your feet to your office, where you flop to rest for some time.

Irritation builds up as you type which procedures and actions were performed during that emergency surgery; tears have dried and now Uryu’s attitude has started to turn your feelings from pain to anger.

“HA! He was the one betraying us, even though that’s ok. He was the one who hurt me!” you complain, pressing that ever lasting scar on your chest from one of his arrows. “And he was the one to leave with no explanation!!” you continue, swearing under your breath as you focus on your screen. 

“Yeah, I know…” a miserable voice comes from behind your monitor. 

You widen your eyes, sliding on your office chair to the side to discover the reason for your annoyance, standing right there. 

“Do you need something?” you ask, unable to look at his face.

“Uh-yes. I need Acetaminophen, 500mg” he murmurs, clearly asking for something to lower the fever. 

You nod; mortified. In silence, you search for the tablets and give them to him. Your hand again grazes his, this time with no gloves on; just with the touch of your fingers you can tell he is running a high fever. 

“You are burning, Uryu. Go have some rest in room 301, I’ll bring some wet pads. You need to lower that fever, or you will fry your brain” you command; he might be a doctor, but you are the nurse in charge there.  

The last Quincy tries to say no, but you won’t allow him. Your eyes are now fixed on his, scaring him a little. Uryu is not used to your mature you, much less to your nurse you. 

“Believe me I am doing this so that I don’t end up fired. I wouldn’t want something bad happening to my boss’ kid” you state, standing up from your chair. 

You realize you’ve probably gone a little further than expected with your choice of words, but it ends up being effective; Uryu leaves your office to enter the room you assigned him. Though his eyes show a mix of anger and pain, probably he is feeling bad enough not to argue… that, or he enjoys being dominated. 

You admit the last thought made you laugh internally; but immediate scenes of him wearing leather clothes stopped all fun. “Me and my wild imagination” 

You check he doesn’t leave the room and soon prepare the washcloths. He definitely needs that temperature lowered. 

“I’m gonna come in” you let him know, as you open the door with your hip. Your hands full with the needed stuff and your mind, only focused on taking care of him, forgets about a very important rule in medicine; preserve your patient’s privacy and intimacy. 

You find him shirtless, no glasses, hair pulled back, forehead wet. He is now a man, and despite knowing him since kids, never once you’ve seen his whole upper part naked. 

It is impossible for you to avoid getting addicted to his body; pale, thin, prominent collar bones and hipbones. The Quincy star inked on his chest, looking as hot as sad… like the star of a night he wishes to forget. Forever. 

You take a deep breath, immediately looking to the side as you close the door; nobody should see Dr. Ishida’s son in such situation. Anybody but you... 

Uryu gasps just a little, grabbing his glasses and putting them on. He takes his hand to his nape, doing the typical “sexy man” pose. Perhaps he didn’t mean it, but to you it felt as if it was dearly on purpose. 

“Please, lay on the bed” you command, bringing the little bowl with cold water and the pads floating in it. 

You watch him do as you tell, laying down, looking outside the window. The snow falls hypnotically, almost as white as his skin, and now pale lips. He tries to avoid eye contact, allowing you to do your “job”. 

You squeeze one of the wash clothes, filling the silent room with the sound of drops on water. It only gets interrupted by Uryu’s soft gasping as the cold pad touches his neck. 

“Sorry, I know it’s cold…” you lament, going for the next one. 

Uryu’s skin turns bumpy, and his teeth softly chatter. He is definitely feeling the cold, and deep inside, you kind of enjoy this just a little… “have a taste of your own medicine, this might not be as cold as your heart” 

However, you would lie if this were something good to you. On that bed, lies the man you haven’t stopped loving since you can basically remember.

You grab his hand delicately, placing one of the wet pads on his wrist. And then, you do the same with the other one. 

Now, the last two should be placed on his femoral zone. And that includes, of course, taking his pants off. 

“I- Uh… we should add some on your crural zone” you inform, happy to use medical terms as he will understand them. -and specially because you wouldn’t dare to call it “crotch” in front of him-. 

Uryu sighs; he seems uncomfortable… and how wouldn’t he be? He nods, blushed, serious, still looking outside as his thin, delicate fingers undo the button of his pants. 

You help him lower them, seeing on his legs old scars. You could have looked at his white boxer briefs with crosses all over like a pattern, but you can’t help but guide your attention to the red and white marks; what are those? Why is he that scarred? Were those battle injuries? 

His sapphire eyes burn holes into you, letting you know you shouldn’t be so noisy about them. And you quickly stop. 

“Good, that should work. Leave them there for around 15 minutes, then I’ll change-“ 

“I can change them myself” there he goes again, asking you to leave in such a painful yet soft way. 

Your lower lip trembles, your eyes get all blurry. But you won’t cry this time.

“Don’t worry. I’m not planning on bothering you again. In fact, I will ask another nurse to come and do it for me. If you need anything press the button and I can assure anybody but me will appear on that door. You can be sure I won’t disgust you with my presence a single minute more” you snap; this time you don’t care about professionalism, you simply see red now. 

Uryu is taken aback; he wasn’t expecting such reaction -though, it was completely justified for him- His classic guilty ashamed façade repeats again, he can’t even look you straight in the eye. Uryu hides, a little, again, underneath his onyx hair. 

“(Name), I didn’t mean to sound rude…” he mutters.

“No? I’ve been taking care of you for the past two stupid days. I’ve been putting up with your ways for way too long. And now, six years later, you dared to appear and keep on hurting me? No explanation, simply acting as if I was some kind of leper, with disgust? You have no idea how much I’ve suffered for you, Ishida Uryu” you continue, letting all the pain out of your chest. 

You pull down the collar of your uniform, exposing the scar he left on your chest. That arrow carved on your chest didn’t really hurt, compared to the way he is treating you right now. 

“See this? It was you! You. Every day I wake up looking at the mirror, seeing the reminder that I had forgiven you for this and still not even once I heard you say, “I’m sorry”. And the worse part of it all, is the way you push me away… I could have understood if you were married. I could have… but you simply decided to ignore me” you continue, not seeing the tears running down his cheeks. 

Maybe, in between your pain and all of the hurtful -yet, true- things you were saying, you didn’t listen to his constant “sorry, sorry, sorry”.  And, enough sorrys were cried, when Uryu finally stood up.

With difficulty and a little bit dizzy due to his fever, Uryu snatches your hand to keep you from going away as you roar all the things you need to say. The cold water on that stainless steel bowl spills all over your uniform, getting you completely wet, turning the white fabrics to become see through. 

“Because I know all of the things I did to you, because I hurt you more than once… that’s why I want you far from me. You don’t understand, I am not deserving of being next to you. I shouldn’t even talk to you; this wasn’t my plan” Uryu finally says, raising his voice. 

You lay there, dripping wet. The same way you cry under the rain, when the tears mix with the drops that fall from the sky, you do now. As much as you want to stop, you simply can’t. 

“I thought- I thought you were gone from Karakura…Please, I beg you... don’t cling to this, to me… please, forget about me. Just- go away, go away from me… if you stay, if you stay you will only suffer” Uryu cries louder, still grabbing you from your wrist with so much strength you might end up with marks.

Even though he is telling you to go away, he is not letting you go.  Once again, Uryu is asking someone he loves to go away, despite knowing deep inside, it is absolutely false. 

“Uryu, I- you-“ you wanna say something, even though you can’t.

“Look at your chest, look at the scar I left there. On your skin, on your body… you don’t-“ he continues, with a trembling voice and now flopping on the bed. He still shakes and cries, and has his hand tightly gripped around your arm. 

You suddenly, and perhaps without even thinking about, rip all the buttons of the upper part of your uniform with your free hand. Your skin, covered in goosebumps, cold and wet, exposes all its extent to his beautiful eyes. 

Uryu stops breathing; his nose, so close to your chest, can almost touch it. Sitting on that hospital bed, he looks and feels small, engulfing all the beauty of your nudity and the pain of his past in one single blow. 

As he slowly lets your hand go, your palm lands on his cheek. A sweet caress, filled with softness and love, to make him look up at you. 

“Uryu, your silence, to me, was the most violent deception” you whisper.  

The Quincy gasps, tears sprouting harder now. Uryu perhaps, finally understood he was hurting you more by pushing you away, than staying by your side.  

As tears run down his blushed cheeks, cooling his burning skin, his hands around your waist to pull you even closer. His pale lips, as hot as the rest of his body, finally fall upon the scar his arrow left. 

A deep connection, of pure intimacy, takes place and the time seems to freeze. You play with his hair and brush it away. Maybe the fever, or the words you screamed, were enough to melt that heart. 

“Can you, this time, for real, forgive me?” he asks, muffled by your chest. Up until now, Uryu hasn’t realized he is almost burying his face into your breasts. Nor did you notice, because this wasn’t about that. 

You swallow. Up until today you never thought you needed to absolve him from any guilt, and yet still you realize it was simply a way to cope with him leaving. With him, for real, betraying you. 

“Uryu…. I-….I forgive you” you state, clear and strong. 

Uryu breathes; his cheek now plastered on your chest, resting perhaps for the very first time in the last six years. 

“Thank you…” “Thank you, Uryu…”

A sudden cold reaches you; it makes you shiver; it pulls you off from your love bubble. Both wet, semi naked, hugging in such intimate way… You swallow dry, his body against yours… 

“I think we should…” you murmur, perhaps with the vague intention of leaving the room.

“No… please, just…” Uryu murmurs back, kissing once again your scar, breathing in the scent of your flesh, getting drunk on the heat of it. He is needy, desperate.

You brush his hair back, moving his head up so that he looks at you again. It is almost sad, the way his eyes look at you like an abandoned puppy. 

“You are still burning, Uryu… you-“ you wanna continue searching for excuses, but you get interrupted by his hand sliding up until your nape. 

With the softest pull, he intends to come closer to your lips. Though, his mouth doesn’t crash with yours just yet. A lingering kiss that’s been due for too long, seems closer, a reality. It almost feels painful to wait a single second more, not to touch the soft surface of each other’s lips. 

Both so slowly getting closer that warm breath caresses your mouth; The more he waits, it seems as if his fever grew stronger. 

“Please…” he begs, Uryu won’t be the one to kiss you. He still feels as if you needed to give him permission for it. 

Your stomach gets filled with butterflies; your scraped knees get a little weak… how to say no; how to tell no to that man that’s imploring for a kiss? 

You can’t control your body either way, as your lips finally land on his. It’s almost instantaneous, a spark that had been asleep for so long. 

Uryu stands up, his naked chest stuck against yours. His free hand pulling your bellies closer as it slides through the small of your back. 

A little gasp escapes in between tongues that have already met in a feral adagio; this is the first time he kisses you as a man, and not anymore like a sweet inexperienced teenager. 

Your hand slides down his back, feeling his skin temperature rising. “He shouldn’t- he should rest…” you repeat in your mind, but you aren’t able to detach from him as he slowly slides down back to the bed and pulls you to sit on his lap. 

Your inner thighs are able to feel the hardness growing underneath you; in fact, it would be impossible not to, as Uryu’s hips buck up on their own, pushing his heat against yours. You tremble, as he gets more and more desperate. 

His lips finally abandon your mouth, only to land on your neck. Uryu seems to be a biter as he first inhales the scent of your flesh just to carve his teeth on it after. 

You whine, a little screech from the pain of the bite. Who would have said Ishida Uryu developed to be nothing but a sweet lover? 

Though, Uryu shouldn’t keep going any further. First, because of his health. Second, because you are currently on shift and third, is this the place where your bodies will meet after so long to love each other? 

“Sto-stop…” you whisper, sweet and lovingly. 

“WHAT? DID I HURT YOU?” he suddenly stops, scared.

You giggle; He is indeed a desperate lover with so much respect for your body. 

“No… but you are sweating, a lot. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes. Your skin is burning, and your brain will literally fry if you don’t stop. I’ve told you this many times already” you scold him, almost sounding like a mother. -thing you ultimate despise doing- 

Uryu squinted his eyes and looked to the side; “I’ll die if it’s because of this…” he murmurs, sounding even a little whimsical. 

“Plus…” you sigh. “Do you think we should do something like this here?” you continue. 

The Quincy man immediately understands; “Sorry…” 

You plant a peck on his forehead, getting off his lap. Of course, the wet spot on his boxer briefs looks delightful; his erection tenting the fabric, even more. His spasming belly, all his skin covered in sweat… 

“I might need to run to my office, this uniform is – I’m almost naked” you comment, trying to avoid looking at him any longer. You wouldn’t be able to stop yourself if you did. 

You bend over to pick up the bowl of water that fell down your hands. It was supposed to help Uryu cool off, but it only ended up on your uniform. 

“You want me to stop, and you bend that way in front of me. How am I gonna resist that bum?” he cries, and even to him it was a funny appreciation.  

“MY. BUM…?” you turn around, laughing, loudly. It also makes him laugh, and suddenly you were back at that sweet age of seventeen. 

And in between laughter and sneezes, Uryu finally lays back on the bed again. This time you provide him with new cool compresses to manage his high temperature. 

“I need to go back to work, I’ll come check on you as soon as I am free. Ring the bell if something happens, ok?” you tell him before leaving the room, looking both sides the corridor to avoid any people seeing you leave with a ripped uniform and wet to the point of becoming see through. 

You run, with a naughty smirk on your face. It is impossible not to. Your office is just in front, you will be able to change once you get there, fast, easy, and with nobody seeing you. Right? 

“(Name)? what happened to you?” “Dr. Ishida? Uh…”

[to be continued]

[star-suh]

Taeyong x btm male reader the reader and ty are both leaders of nct and while doing the 24hr reley cam fans see some hickeys on the reader neck and lower stomach while tybhas some on his colorbones...hehe and then we maybe get a flashback when they were getting heated in the living room and then Johnny comes in while he does his reley cam and yeaaa idk tbh feel free to ignore it

Natural Born Fuckers

lee taeyong x male reader

cw: idol au, y/n is part of nct, y/n is also nct's leader, hickeys, top taeyong, blowjobs (both receiving), mating press, breeding, spit kink, sweat kink, marking kink, implied multiple rounds, some johnny sprinkled at the end.

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the relay cam video of the two leaders of nct has been just released, fans were watching how y/n and taeyong were having fun, laughing, cooking and all those things throughout the whole video until they noticed something. in social media was trending how y/n has some spots in his neck and lower stomach that look like hickeys and taeyong has some on his collarbones too, captions like "tae/n is real", "that should be me", "who's the lucky one?" or "they can top me" accompanied the pics. but what really happened? let's go back to a night before they recorded that fucking video…

y/n and taeyong we're both cooking, between them there was always some sexual tension, constant eye contact and teasing was made between them making everything escalate quickly.

"taeyong pass me the sausage" asked y/n, taeyong wanting to tease him replied "which one" putting his hand on top of his bulge. y/n's eyes widened and he blushed "don't be disgusting" he says grabbing the sausage and taeyong laughed "this one's bigger tho" murmured y/n teasing taeyong back. "shut up, you haven't even seen it" he fought back, "no need to, i just know it" said y/n.

taeyong slapped y/n's shoulder "if you want to see it just tell me" he then grabbed y/n by the jaw and whispered "but you're not going to try it. i know you're going to want it after you see it". they made eye contact and just went with their feelings, a very hungry kiss, teeth clashing between them like they've wanted that for a long time. "if you wanted this… should've told me before young one" says taeyong between kisses, "don't act as if you… didn't wanted this too" replied y/n caressing taeyong's cheeks who grabbed y/n by the neck to deepen the kiss. "let's go to our room" said taeyong panting.

both discarded their clothes while kissing. they were so eager to have sex that they forgot to lock the door… y/n leaned on the bed while taeyong did the same on top of him, kissing y/n in his neck while leaving hickeys "gonna mark you so you can remember this night forever" said taeyong going down y/n's body leaving some kisses and hickeys in his lower tummy, until he reaches y/n's cock and started to suck it "it tastes so good. fuck" said taeyong while staring directly at y/n's eyes like a hunter looking at his prey "don't look at me like that bastard" said y/n shyly covering his eyes with his arm.

taeyong then settled in a 69 pose "go on, suck it" he demanded to y/n who opened his eyes meeting taeyong's big cock "shit, that's so big" he gasped. "c'mon weren't you saying before that it was smaller than that sausage?. c'mon you can take it babe" y/n slapped taeyong's tummy "asshole" he murmured. both were sucking their dicks as of they were lollipops, hungry for tasting each other's pre-cum, "fuck~ how much i love hearing you gagging on my dick" the older stopped sucking y/n's dick and started to mouthfuck him, using him as an onahole "it's not that small after all huh?" taeyong said, reproaching y/n's past comment. y/n tapped taeyong's thigh signaling him to stop and he did, "what happened?" he asked worriedly. "nothing i just don't want you to cum in my mouth" y/n replied opening his legs right before, taeyong smirked understanding what y/m means "ok" he simply answered positioning himself quickly between y/n legs and sliding his cock into his tight hole.

"you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this" says y/n, "me too" replied taeyong who kissed y/n and then spat into his mouth "swallow it" demanded the top scooping his saliva with his fingers and introducing them on y/n's mouth so he can suck on them. taeyong was pounding hard into y/n's ass "it feels like heaven" thought taeyong, enjoying the pleasure given by y/n's hole. 

taeyong then grabbed y/n's both legs and push them towards y/n's upper body and fucked him in a mating press position, y/n's face clearly showing the pleasure that taeyong was giving him, the tip of his cock brushing y/n's prostate. "fuck yeah like that, keep ruining me like that" begged the younger, "dont worry boy, i'm not gonna stop fucking this amazing hole" said the older speeding up his thrusting pace, y/n's face was now in front of taeyong's collarbone that was drenched in sweat so he decided to lick it and leave some hickeys on the collarbones, "not gonna let you forget this night too" says y/n and taeyong smiled "you look so cute while being fucked" then both kissed passionately, spitting in each other's mouths.

"i'm cumming" y/n commented "wait for me" said taeyong "let's cum together. yeah?", "yes" replied y/n. both speeding up their paces, white ropes of cum were shooted from y/n's cock to all his abdomen and chest while taeyong cummed inside y/n growling like a beast. "did you like it?" asked taeyong, "i loved it" answered y/n kissing taeyong. the top pulled out his cock from y/n's hole watching his cock smeared in his cum and how it's dripping down the bottom's gaping hole "get ready y/n i'm gonna fuck out that cum out of you" says the older introducing his cock again, "you have all night for that" said y/n smiling at him, making faces showing how much pleasure he's feeling and restraining his moans so no ona can hear them…

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"ok guys, this here is the leaders' room" said johnny to the camera who was facing at him, only showing his face, "let's see what are they doing", he opened the door making a surprised face he then tried to hide it "oh it seems that they're busy now" he laughed and smiled to the camera "i'm gonna keep continuing showing you all the rest of the dorms, ok?" said the man who had to continue recording only his face due to the huge bulge forming in his pants, from the scene he just witnessed. 

[corruptedcaps]

Clumsy Me

“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You���re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”

“Well what do you think? You hate it right? Wait you like it? I guess it is kind of nice, it makes my figure kind of pop doesn’t it? I never thought I’d have the body to pull off anything like this. Can’t believe I’m the same size as you step mom too. Could never wear some of the things she has in there though. All that luxurious fur, expensive jewelry, and those plunging necklines, I could never! Oh whoops I’m so clumsy today, I’ve gone and spilled the second drink you got me on my top. I’ll just sneak back into your step mom’s closet and find something to wear.”

“There we go, now I’m all dry and warm, despite this new top not covering my navel. When I put it on I realized that something was missing and somehow I knew this belt would tie everything together. I feel so stylish, like one of those bougy bitches at school. Do you think if I wore this to school tomorrow they would notice? I promise I’ll bring it all back after school tomorrow. Thanks!”

“I know I know I said I would bring the clothes back and I have but I just had to borrow some others. My outfit was a big hit with Cassandra and all her friends, they said I showed real promise! Can you believe that? Only last week they were picking on me. But if I show up tomorrow wearing my usual drab unfashionable outfits they’ll start bullying me again. Plus don’t I look kind of hot in this new combo? I’ve never worn such high boots before or such a short skirt. It’s hard to explain but the clothes just kind of call to me and each piece I choose just makes sense. I never had an eye for fashion before but these clothes are bringing the inner designer out in me and I can’t deny the results!”

“Hey there handsome, I need to get a new outfit for tomorrow. The girls were in awe yet again. They were right too, I do look better without my glasses. My head is swimming with ideas of what to wear, it was all I could think of last night. What do you mean no? Greg you don’t understand, I need to keep up appearances otherwise I’m toast! Plus your stepmom isn’t around anymore! Still no huh? Well that’s a shame, because you know what else I was thinking last night? I was thinking how if I have to come over everyday to change then you and I should have some fun too. Don’t be coy, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me. Look how about you see the lingerie I borrowed, see wouldn’t you like to see me in more?”

“How did I get in here? I made a copy of your key, duh! If I’m going to be your girlfriend I need to be able to get inside your house when you’re not here. Aren’t you glad I did, like look at this new outfit I put together, all the girls are going to be green with envy when they see me. One of them was telling me that Cassandra was starting to feel threatened by my style, that she thinks I’m going to take over the clique! Can you believe that? Me?! It is kind of hot to think of though, me taking over a group of girls who used to bully me and taking down the head bitch herself. Mmmm it’s got me kind of wet, how about you be a good boyfriend and get our knees for me. There’s a reason why I’m wearing a skirt after all.”

“You’re breaking up with me? Why? I have not become a bully! Cassandra was the biggest bitch in our school, I just took her down several pegs. In front of the whole school. While she cried. Sure I made all her old friends block her on socials and refuse to talk to her ever again but she deserved it and now that all her friends are mine now I can run the school how it should be. If that means some of life’s losers get bullied then so be it, they don’t deserve my pity or yours. Come on baby I’m offering you the chance to become king, don’t let your morals get in the way of having me as your queen. Fine if that’s how you feel then fuck you loser, you small dicked prick. I only was with you to get access to you stepmom’s clothes, but I don’t need them or you! So long dork!”

“Oh it’s you creep. Surprised to see me in your house? Well I had every intention of never seeing you again but I was wrong about what I said last week. What? About you? Don’t be stupid, I meant about the clothes. I do NEED them! I bought some hawt clothes of my own but it just wasn’t the same. They weren’t expensive and slutty enough. I was feeling my confidence and power draining over the past few days but now that I’m back in Madison’s clothes I’m feeling more me again. Her bitchy perfume still lingers in their fabric and it’s makes me feel so bad! Your dad let me in and said I should just take whatever I wanted. He was just so accommodating after I put on Madison’s tightest clothes and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He said I should come back everyday and I fully intend on doing so.���

“Mmm your father was right, blonde does make me look older, more mature, more sexy. Wasn’t Madison a blonde? Why am I even asking you, it will only distract you from cooking. To think a few months ago I was giving you the best handjobs of your life so I could have access to Madison’s clothes and now I’m your dad’s fiancée and all the clothes are mine! You could have had me you know? You could have had this perfect ass but you were worried I had become a bully or some nonsense. Your father loves what a bitch I am and encourages me to be a mean spoilt brat by letting me buy whatever I want. Having access to his money allowed me to buy the clothes I deserved! That’s why I love him unconditionally. It certainly helps he’s so well hung, something you never inherited. Speaking of which I think I just heard him come in, I think he and I can slip in a quickie while you cook. Stay if you want to watch perv.”

“Don’t look at me worm, just keep scrubbing the floors. Your father and I want this place spotless when we return from our honeymoon but before we leave I just wanted to tell you a secret. I’m pregnant. I have no doubt it will be a girl and I’m going to raise her to be the biggest, meanest slut there even has been. She’ll have everything her cruel heart desires and I’m going to spoil her rotten. She’ll have my fashion sense of course and your father’s ruthless business acumen. What do you think of Maddy for her name, short for Madison? She’ll be such a wicked princess, and you? Well you’ll be here cleaning the floors everyday for the rest of your life. On that note… oooops I’ve spilled my drink all over your clean floor. I guess I’m just so clumsy.”

[midnightsunnyday]

Whips, Cuffs, And Edible Thongs? (Part One) '*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

A/N: so does anyone (over the age of 21, obviously) browse adult toys with their friends? Is that just me? Well, yesterday my friends and I went to a toy shop for the hell of it and laughed at the improbably large and adorably small um, "items" they had on display, and in between our playful banter, for some reason I got the crazy thought to make a headcanon about it.

Warnings: obviously NSFW and MDNI. Mentions of various kinks, sex toys, and cursing. MC is in a polyamorous relationship with all the brothers btw. Definitely a crack headcanon.

*MCs overly dramatic monologue begins*

It was a risk, coming here alone, yet the reward would be worth the treacherous journey. I left the House of Lamentation under the cover of dusk, dawned in my best disguise. I stayed low, keeping shadows close. I snuck through alleys, crept down streets, jumping, paranoid. I could trust no one. Rely on no one. For this was a mission I must tread alone.

Finally, my destination was in view. The shop was not unlike the others surrounding it, except for the black and pink sign offering something a bit more...stimulating. I grabbed the handle, pushing slowly, only to be washed in a flood of pink neon and the scent of roses.

"Welcome to Cleo's Circle, hun. Tell me, what's your pleasure?"

MC: um, well you see, it's kind of my first time here. Not my first time in this kind of store, but for demons. Not that there's anything wrong with being a demon but I um...I'm just a bit embarrassed.

"Oh sweetie, you just hush those silly fears. Now, I'm not too keen on human culture, but this is the Devildom. Things like shame and sin are like a tick on a six-horned goat's ballsack."

MC: so...worthless then?

"You got it, sugar."

MC: ok, well in that case *looks around* I think I'd like to look at--

Asmodeus: --everything you've got in stock!

MC: fucking...Asmo? What the hell are you doing here? 

Asmodeus: *gasps dramatically* honestly, it's like you don't even know me! Are you really asking why I, Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust, would patronage a sex shop?

MC: hmm. Fair point.

*clicks her tongue* "Asmo."

Asmodeus: oh, well if it isn't my favorite little kitty Mynxie.

Mynxie: you know, I didn't realize that "I'll call you later" meant six months from now.

Asmodeus: oh Mynxie, you just have to understand. When one is as renownedly known and loved as me you can't possibly recall every single, little lover you've had, right? 

Mynxie: that right, huh? Well in that case, I also might fail to account for that little 80% discount at checkout and charge your ass full price.

Asmodeus: *gasps* you wouldn't?

Mynxie: oh, I would.

MC: maybe I should come back some other time. 

Mynxie: oh no, don't go! See what you've made me go and do? You're making my customers uncomfortable *clears throat* Forgive me for mixing business with pleasure. All are welcome and made to feel comfortable here in Cleo's Circle. As a sexual education succubus and proud business owner, it is my sworn duty to ensure it.

MC: wow. Those are...some words you just said. Well, then I suppose I'll look around.

Mynxie: if you need anything just ask.

MC: ok. And actually, it's probably best that you're here too, Asmo. I actually wasn't sure what to do.

Asmodeus: oh sweetie, of course! Why didn't you tell me you wanted to explore your kinkier side sooner? I would've gladly shown you every single thing you needed to know. Oh, but um...just so you know, this isn't one of my usual outings.

MC: what does that mean?

Asmodeus: so...promise you won't get mad, ok?

MC: why would I get--

Mammon: --sup.

MC: FUCK.

Mammon: oh no. Ain't none of that happening while I'm here.

Beelzebub: hey, MC. Oh. Is that candy?

Belphegor: Beel, no.

Satan: so this is why you were ducking behind every dumpster in the Devildom. For a moment I thought you were mimicking a frightened raccoon.

Leviathan: *in a very convincing announcer voice* By day they're an average RAD student just trying to survive, but by night they're a crime-fighting, bondage-wearing vigilante saving the day with whips...and love.

Mammon: this ain't one of the plots to one of your low-budget hentai movies, Levi!

Leviathan: oh? And how do you know what hentai is, hmm?

Belphegor: looks like he got you there, Mammon.

Mammon: s-shut up!

MC: please don't have Lucifer. Please don't have Lucifer. Please don't have Lucifer.

Satan: be careful. I heard that if you chant his name five times he'll appear and lecture you to death.

Mammon: but nah, that buzz kill ain't here. Went to some fancy upper-echelon party with Lord Diavolo.

MC: thank Diavolo.

Satan: indeed.

MC: so then why are you all here?

Mammon: invite only. We may be avatars, but Lucifer is the avatar. Pff, whatever. I'm way cooler than him anyway.

Belphegor: plus, we saw you sneaking around and thought hey, that looks like a fun way to spend one's Saturday. Let's follow them.

Satan: but we didn't expect you to end up...here. Even so, why hide such a thing from us?

MC: because it's embarrassing! Why would I want you all with me buying sex toys?

Mammon: cause we're fun?

Belphegor: because it's hilarious?

Asmodeus: because we can help you find a good one?

Leviathan: that and it's not really that embarrassing.

MC: huh?

Asmodeus: we're demons sweetie, not prudes. We wouldn't judge you for this.

Beelzebub: what if we all brought something? That way, no one feels embarrassed.

Mammon: um, Beel. You realize what you're asking, right?

Mynxie: well, this is all good and heart-warmin' but are y'all gonna buy something? You're crowding up my store and frankly scaring the poor dear.

MC: thank you, um, Mynxie?

Mynx: it's just Mynx. Mynxie if you're naughty.

MC: ok, so then Mynx, I appreciate your consideration, but...I'm ok with them here. 

Mynx: are you sure, hun? Cause I can kick them out if you need your privacy. Avatars or not, I know my way around a metal pipe.

MC: I'm sure. They can stay.

Asmodeus: yay!

Mynx: ok then. Let me know if you need any help. As for you all *pulls out a pipe and slams it on the counter* no funny business.

Everyone: yes ma'am.

Mynx: that's madam. Now, y'all be good, ok?

[kassiekole22]

Can you do a Syzoth/Reptile x reader, about him telling the reader about things they should know about him & his reptilian form before they date each other? Thank you!!!

Are You Sure?

Picture lightly edited by me.

Description: It takes all the courage in the world to tell Syzoth how you really feel about him. But Syzoth isn't so sure that you can handle a Zaterran as a lover. So he decides to tell you everything you need to know, before taking your relationship to the next level... Warnings: Fluff, Pining, A Small Bit Of NSFW. (For brief mention of breeding.) Word Count: 1.4k A/N: I am sooooo sorry this took so long for me to finish! I've been dealing with some health issues and other personal struggles recently so I've been having a hard time getting things done quickly. But I'm getting better so hopefully that will change soon. I want any other anons to know that I still fully intend on finishing your requests and to other readers, please don't let this discourage you from sending any requests. I love hearing all of your ideas! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this fic. 🖤 MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I slumped down under a shady tree after practicing fighting for a solid two hours. Lord Liu Kang told me the monks would be harsh, but I never expected training to be just as hard as it was. So I sat — the back of my head hitting the bark of the tree as it fell back onto my shoulders — and I let out a tired sigh. My eyes began to fall shut but then the wrestling of tree branches jerked me right awake as I let out a startled gasp. I looked up to find the source of this sudden commotion only to see Syzoth — in his human form — staring down at me from a high branch with a cheeky smile stretching his lips.

"You scared me!" I laughed as I reached an arm up to swat at his feet, which hung down from the branch he sat on.

After responding with a huff of laughter, Syzoth jumped down beside me. He sat down on the ground so close to where I was that I subconsciously held my breath, now very weary of moving in his presence. But not from fear — because it was the closest I had ever been to Syzoth before. The soft touch of his skin touching mine when our elbows brushed together, being engulfed in a cloud of his natural scent, even being able to hear his breath was enough to get my heart beat racing. To say I liked the man was quite an understatement. In my eyes, he was beautiful; I just wish I knew how to tell him that.

"It's so nice out here," he breathed before letting out a relaxed sigh. "I could sit out here for hours."

"Yeah, me too." I agreed, looking in every direction but his. Of course, I wasn't subtle about it — despite trying to be — and he noticed instantly.

"Are you ok?" He asked as his tone dipped softer with more concern.

I simply nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just tired."

I finally mustered up the strength to look back at him and make eye contact. But as soon as my eyes met those pale green ones, I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire. The expression that grew on his face was much like his tone moments ago: concerned and worried.

'Shit! He notices!'

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" He asked while placing a hand gently on my own. The sudden contact did not help my rosy completion and I felt my skin burn even more.

I quickly pulled away and nodded my head, "Yes, yes — I'm fine." I assured him. "I just got too much sun today."

It was a good lie and I just prayed that Syzoth was as gullible as I had hoped. He did not answer me after that and for a good moment, peaceful silence had fallen over us and I was glad.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and finally felt myself relax again. Looking up at the sky, I noticed that not a single cloud covered it, allowing the sun to beam down upon us. The birds chirped happily and the butterflies fluttered in the air — watching them helped all of my stresses melt away and bring me to peace. It truly was a perfect day. I let my eyes flutter shut as a cool breeze blew passed us, and then I felt completely comfortable in my surroundings.

That was until Syzoth's voice broke the long-lasting silence...

"(Y/N)," His voice came out serious as he spoke. His sudden change in tone instantly caught my attention and I turned to face the man. "I have a question that I must ask—"

"Ok — what is it?"

"Do... Do you have feelings for me?" He asked hesitantly and almost... Shyly?

I froze as soon as the words came out of his mouth and I instantly felt my cheeks burn with intense embarrassment. The shock I felt was overwhelming and I had absolutely no idea how to respond. I just sat there, thinking deeply about a million things at once.

'Does he know? Am I really that obvious? There's no way! I mean, I've done so well to hide it!... Haven't I?

As humiliating as it was, I knew I couldn't keep the truth from him for any longer. So after heaving a deep sigh to gain just a little more confidence, I spoke my confession: "Yes, Syzoth — I do have feelings for you."

He stared at me with a blank and not so surprised expression for a moment. I felt as if I was under a burning spotlight while under his gaze. Finally — after a moment that felt like a lifetime — he let out a soft sigh. It didn't seem necessarily stressed or disappointed in anyway — it was just a normal huff of air.

"Are you sure? Because — as you know — I'm no ordinary individual. I'm not human like yo—"

"I don't care, Syzoth!" I cut him off as I raised my voice slightly. I didn't mean to come off aggressive in any way — I was just eager to tell him how I felt. I exhaled slowly and lowered my voice to a more calm pitch. "I like you for you; that stuff doesn't matter."

He looked at me for a moment, almost like he was reading over my words in his mind. Something told me by his expression that he did not believe me and would need further convincing. And unfortunately, I was right.

"No, (Y/N). You do not understand." He heaved a deep breath and shifted so he was facing me more before continuing, "There is still a lot about me that you do not know. Things you are not prepared for—"

"Well... Prepare me!" I basically demanded with an enthusiastic smile and he raised a brow at me for a moment. He seemed almost hesitant to let me into his world but eventually he did nod in agreement.

"Ok... For instance, our diet mainly consists of raw flesh of animals and humans. We can eat cooked foods but we don't prefer it." He paused for a moment to check my facial expression before continuing, "We shed our skin once a year. It's a very long and uncomfortable process and I will become very irritable at that time. I like warmth and do not do well in the cold — I can't handle it, in fact. I also have to keep my skin hydrated and... There's also mating season... Um..."

His eyes averted away from mine as he shifted uncomfortably on the ground while letting out a cough. I blushed at the thought of this "mating season" he mentioned, but tried my hardest to keep my composure for his and my sake.

"I may appear human sometimes, but do know that my reptilian nature still lingers within. Are you sure you want to engage in a romantic relationship with someone like myself?"

I smiled warmly at the man sitting before me and took his big hands in my own, massaging the backs of them with my thumbs to sooth him. It was obvious he was nervous and I didn't want him to be — he deserved to be comfortable with someone for once in his life and I was going to make sure that I was that person.

"Like I said before: I like you for you. And I would be more than happy to engage in a romantic relationship with you — that is, of course, if you want to engage in one with me?"

I gazed up at him through my lashes with hope blossoming in my heart for the first time that day. I felt his hands grow sweaty in my own and the look of concern on his face remained, causing a little bit of that hope to die off.

But then his worried expression melted away with a fond smile as his cheeks turned a faint tint of pink. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine — not necessarily molding them into a kiss, but just holding them there. So I decided to take charge of the situation and pressed mine into his in the way a kiss would be formed. And happily, he kissed back.

I knew that loving a Zaterran would be a challenge, but I wouldn't have it any other way. My heart longed for him and now that I had him, that's all that mattered to me. I had finally found the one for me and I knew I'd be happy as long as he was at my side — this I was sure of.

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[luimagines]

You Realize You Like Him Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 will include Legend, Sky and Four.

Content under the cut!

Legend

“And then I told him that he could fly from the top of Hyrule Castle for all I cared, I wasn’t going to buy something that only have a 40% success rate.” Legend finished his story.

You nodded along. You understood a solid...5% of what he was saying. But that’s ok. You like to hear him talk. He was nice enough and you liked his company. 

There was this energy that drew you to him. You’re not sure what it was. Sure he was cute but that couldn’t have been it.

Then again, he always had something to help save the day. He was fast on his feet and incredibly clever. He had enough experience under his belt to put most of the group to shame. There seemed that there wasn’t anything that he couldn’t do.

You respected him greatly.

Legend snorted and patted your shoulder. “I’m telling you, I know the ins and outs of most, if not, all sleezy merchants. If you want the best deal, you come with me and I’ll find it for you.”

You smiled. “Thanks Link. I might have to take you up on that.”

Legend faltered for a moment and blushed. “Hey... It’s not much. It doesn’t cost my anything.”

You chuckled at his reaction, feeling those little butterflies in your tummy. You smiled wider and felt yourself fluster a little. This was it. This is what caught you off guard time and time again. When he got soft or shy, you simply... followed suit.

It was infuriating to say the least. You wanted him to think you were cool, collected, suave. Hell, you would accept gravitas if you could reach it. 

For you to also lose your cool just because Legend was adorable was not the move for you. And Yet!

Someone called Legend for his opinion from the front of the group and Legend smiled at you again, soft and sweet and winked. He ran to catch up and ask what they needed.

It was the final nail in the coffin.

You bite your lip, feeling your blush grow over your face. Well this was hardly fair at all. You felt almost giddy with some unnamed excitement. Was this weird? Were you being weird?

You could almost feel the exact moment where your eyes turned into hearts- all the more thankful that he was no where near you at this point to see your descent. You liked him. You already knew that.

But to think you would feel like losing it over his stupid little wink and grin!! UGH!! This cannot be!! And yet!!! Here you are!!!

You covered your face with your hands, quickly putting your hood over yourself before anyone can get the impression that you were actually losing your mind. Which you were. 

You took a deep breath, then another, then another. That’s it. Breathe in. Breathe out.

So what if he was handsome and charming and smart and clever and cool? It doesn’t mean anything!

It meant everything.

Sky

Arguably, it didn’t take you long to realize that you were starting to fall for him.

You were only traveling with the group for a few months when you found yourself getting butterflies in your tummy whenever he would walk next to you or when you were staring. Period. You were staring. That should have been a dead giveaway.

But no, you were still trying to hold onto denial.

You were trying to keep pleasant but polite conversation with the young man. For some reason, you found unable to hold eye contact and you couldn’t seem to stop from blushing despite the fact that literally nothing was happening.

Still, you were giggly and happy and overall overjoyed so spend the time with him, even though you would have thought that he would have gotten annoyed with you at this point for being so out of it as you were.

That being said, when he put his hand on your shoulder, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep it together.

You couldn’t deny it any longer. That’s not a normal reaction. You were at least crushing on him. You had to admit at least that much.

He said some more things that you could no longer focus on before he patted your shoulder as a sign of good will before he walked on, no doubt going to talk to someone else of the group.

Once he was out of sight and hopefully out of earshot, you slowly sunk down and squealed to yourself. It was going to be a one time thing, you would have allowed yourself his much. Then you would get a grip and pretend it never happened and never do it again.

Somehow, the universe had other plans for you.

You had entered a new town and had to do some quick shopping to restock the supplies of the group. Which was all fine and dandy to be honest.

Until you ran into Sky.

Now you were blushing and flustered and giggling like a fool- even if he wasn’t even saying anything funny. The butterflies were back tenfold and they refused to leave.

Sky decided to stay by your side for the remainder of the day and help you out with the of the shopping. He even carried the bags for you. 

Your mind wanted to romanticize the entire thing and make it seem like it was a date when the more rational part of your brain wanted it to remain strictly business.

You had left for a moment to buy some things from the tailor shop for Legend and returned to Sky, who was holding onto some roasted food on a stick. He smiled, dare you say, bashfully. “I thought you’d be hungry.”

Your jaw dropped but you took the food anyway. “How did you know?”

“Because given the amount of things you’ve already bought and the fact that you started the second we split up, I was beginning to doubt that you had even bothered to feed yourself.” He answered quietly, scratching the back of his neck. “Is it good?”

You take a bite. “Delicious!”

“Good.” Sky smiles and takes the new bag from your hand. “Let’s continue then.”

The words suddenly sits on the edge of your tongue and you swallow it down with the next bite before it can escape. Could you love him? Could you plan to fall?

He certainly doesn’t make it difficult to do so.

Four

Honestly, you can say without a shadow of a doubt that Four was one of your favorite people ever.

He was so smart. And kind. And the best kind of sarcastic.

You loved to go toe to toe with his wit and he never failed to make you laugh no matter how stupid the joke was or how low hanging the fruit was.

...He would hit you if he heard you say that that one.

There’s was just something effortless about hanging out with him. Conversation flowed easy and there never seemed to be anything you couldn’t talk about. Even when you weren’t talking, the silence wasn’t awkward and there no need to try and one up one another. It was just casual and pleasant coexistence.

But then you started noticing... the little you did. At first, as usual, it wasn’t something that you paid attention to much because you had already established that you cared about each other and cared about each other’s opinions and the relationship between you had.

But you wanted... more of his attention. You wanted more of his time and his energy. You found yourself looking over at him more often and wanting to get his opinion on everything even if it was next to nothing.

It wasn’t until Zelda invited you and the group to a royal ball of sorts where you realized that you were subconsciously dressing up for Four instead of just trying to look your best for the princess’s sake.

You were thinking if he’d like the color, the cut, the jewelry they gave you to wear with your outfit. You had a passing thought that Four could make something better than this if they ever gave him the chance.

It wasn’t until you nearly blurted the question out loud to yourself that you caught on to your thoughts.

It realization hit you like a charging horse.

Just why did you care so much about what Four thought about this outfit? About you? About if he would think you looked good or not? It’s not like he’s the type of person to judge you for your fashion choices. If you wanted that, you’d ask Legend of Wild for their opinion.

But you still wanted him to pay attention to you like this.

You bit your lip harshly.

It... can’t be that? Right? 

No.

No, no, no- that would be silly.

You run your hands down your clothes and look back at the mirror. You think for a moment about your thought and break down in an instant. You’re a flustered blushing mess.

You think that Four would look very dapper tonight in his clothes for the party. And the thought gets your heart racing.

Would he want to dance with you?

Would you talk the night away?

...Would he even want to hang out with you tonight? He’s entitled to be around his other friends, of course. You don’t feel as if you have any right to demand anything of him.

...But you want it. You want it really badly. But why?

Are you crushing?

For a moment you  think you hear someone knocking at the door and you got to open it. It’s Four- looking just as dapper as you thought he would. You grin.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be!”

He’s so handsome!

....wait...

[bamjammy]

My Billford friends. I present you: Will Wood. This is song is them. Not up for debate, thanks and I’m correct. Analysis below. Also TBOB spoilers probably

This is a lyric by lyric analysis about why this song is them. Most of (if not all of the song) is Bill’s perspective in my mind, Will Wood definitely captures his weird chaotic energy. Not every lyric matches. That’s ok, I’m just gonna skip those. The song is still them. Lyrics will be in quotes, analysis will be in parentheses and also a different color.

“Why do you wanna kill me?”

(I also hear this as “what are gonna do, kill me?” sometimes cause it’s a little hard to understand him. I feel like both fit a bitter/cocky Bill talking to Ford in the pyramid)

“Say you're still her, the woman you were, and you haven't turned into someone who never could love me again”

(Ok obviously Ford is not a woman, we can just ignore that part. The point of the lyric is the narrator, in this case Bill, wanting reassurance that he is still loved, I feel like this would be more subconscious on Bill’s part, but that denial is absolutely palpable during weirdmaggedon/TBOB)

“'Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works, but only enough just to suffer that hurt. Whoa-oh-oh-oh”

(Ok I fucking love this line especially in this context. This is literally their entire dynamic like, c’mon. Bill, up to the point of meeting Ford, had been manipulating people all throughout human history. It really feels like Ford is the first one he got so deeply attached too, so much so that he would want to convince him to join him in ruling over everything as an agent of chaos. Ford was captivated by Bill the moment he met him, believing him to be a higher power capable of provisioning him with what he needs. As their relationship progresses they sort of have a reversal of roles, Ford comes to despise Bill and fear him, Bill comes to be obsessed with Ford. He NEEDS him. God I love this line)

“What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? I won't do you no harm again. Let me tell you that I'm sorry and that-”

(I don’t think Bill would ever say sorry out loud unless it was specifically to be manipulative, but after reading TBOB there is clear regret at losing Ford. Even if it’s not remorse you can tell he wishes he’d gone about things differently even though he refuses to admit it. Also the “slip back into my arms again” thing, again I associate with him trying to convince Ford to join him in weirdmaggedon.)

“I'm just a little bit crazy about you, Just a little bit out of my mind, Just a little insane without you”

(Bill’s always been a little insane by nature of who he is, but he goes to such extremes to get Ford to stay with him (see TBOB missing journal pages) and then STILL tries to convince him during weirdmaggedon after he’d already been rejected and despised. He makes him CRAZY. It’s kind of sad)

“Please come back and be just a little bit mine- Just a little bit mine”

(He wants him back soooooo bad it’s really just pathetic at this point)

“I never thought, and if I did, I forgot while blacked out in love”

(I don’t think Bill thinks through much of what he does to Ford in those desperate moments if at all. They’re just that- desperate. Can also be interrupted as Bill possessing Ford, when he “blacks out” and finds himself harmed or in danger, he obviously can’t remember those moments when Bill takes over. Bill interrupts this as “blacked out in love” either to justify it to himself or to convince himself Ford still loved him. I think that’s a fun interpretation)

“That what's only starting would've come to an end but now, I'm hungover and hung out to dry, and I'm giving it time”

(Time passes faster for Bill, it should feel like a blip in his life but it consumes him. The “hungover” part, see TBOB “Losing Sixer”. It’s the best page)

“Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? Whoa-oh-oh-oh”

(I could see him absolutely trying to play dumb in last ditch attempt to get Ford to trust him again. Fucking loser lmao)

“What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me?”

(Again, desperate. See all my previous allusions to the weirdmaggedon scene)

“I don't need you to be with me, Just try to remember what you'd see in me”

(I feel like this line could be a breaking point for Bill, where he’s desperately grasping at anything to make Ford continue his work, including harming, threatening him, etc. I know a lot of these lines have come back to the same thing but it’s just. The vibes, y’know? I feel like this is specifically the part where Bill tries to call Stan, which scares Ford into actually reaching out to him, Bill inadvertently causing his own demise. That’s from TBOB btw. I warned you about spoilers)

(Cut the chorus since I already analyzed it)

“I'll be here singing 'til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again”

(Bill waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment Ford steps out of the portal Bill sees an opportunity, he’s done biding his time. You feel me?)

“Whether it is or isn't the end, Who cares? God knows that I could use a friend!”

(Bill is living in so much denial it’s suffocating. I mean, it’s not even just Ford, it’s his whole life. He’s in denial about how people in his home dimension treated him, he’s in denial about the fact that he’s not all powerful, he’s in denial about how similar he is to humans, and he’s in denial about Ford not loving him (and also in denial about Loving Ford). There is no end because he refuses to accept it, but then tries to brush it off like he doesn’t care, because he’s in denial about caring. My boy, YIKES!!!)

Cut the rest of the song cause it’s just the chorus again but longer. Anyway yeah the point of this is Bill is a desperate freaky ex with weirdo Will Wood energy, Will Wood’s music is good and I love it and you should listen to him if you haven’t, and I’m not normal about them and their weird fucking dynamic. Enjoy and eat well my strange creatures

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 24

Author’s note: Just two more chapters after this one before we say goodbye to Mason and Adele... 😔

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“Where are my two favourite supermodels?”

“Oh, stop it Edward” Elizabeth laughed, hugging him. “You say that to everyone.”

“I do not.”

“You do” Toni chuckled, also hugging him.

“Ok, fine. I do, it's part of my job. But when I say it to you, I actually mean it. I am your daughter's godfather for a reason, am I not?” 

“You are, yes” Elizabeth smiled.

“Where is she, by the way?” Edward asked.

“Here” she said from behind her mother and Toni.

“Nah… My Adele was a shy teenager glued to a camera, and you are a gorgeous woman!” 

“She's always been gorgeous” Mason said.

“You all are gonna make me blush” Adele said, already feeling her cheeks get warm.

“Ok, ok. I'll stop” Edward laughed. “Come give me a hug. I've missed you, kid.”

“I've missed you too” Adele said, hugging him back.

“And oh, Mason. Come here, my boy” he said, opening one of his arms to hug him and Adele at the same time. “Can't believe my two babies are now two adults who have fallen in love. Who could have thought?”

“Everyone” Mason chuckled. “Thank you for coming, Edward. It means a lot.”

“Anything for my two favourite supermodels and their families” he smiled. “Should we begin? Are you ready, Mason?”

“Yes” he nodded.

“Then we better leave you alone. I love you” Toni said, kissing Mason's cheek.

“Love you too, mum” he replied.

“You can do this” Elizabeth told him, squeezing his shoulder before leaving the room.

“You've got this, Mase” Adele said with an encouraging smile. 

“Wait, are you leaving too?”

“I… Yes?”

“Stay with me, Addie.”

“What?”

“Can she?” Mason asked Edward.

“Of course. If she wants to, she can stay.”

“Then please stay with me, Addie. If you are by my side I know I can do this.”

“Ok” she said, taking his hand on hers and sitting down with him.

“So” Edward said, also sitting down and getting everything ready. “Where should we begin? Real or fake interview?”

“Fake” Mason said. “It'll help me relax.”

“Perfect” Edward smiled. 

A real and a fake interview. That had been Adele's big plan.

Mason needed to tell his truth, to tell the world what was going on, expose his agency. And even though just an Instagram post could have been enough, it would never have the same weight and repercussion as giving an interview to one of the most important magazines in the world and having the support of one of the most important people in the fashion industry: Edward, Adele's godfather and British Vogue editor-in-chief.

But his agency couldn't know about it. They had to believe he was going to give the usual interview that comes with a big cover, one where he talked about his career and his relationship with Adele. So she had come up with the idea of giving a fake interview that would be the one his agency would get to see, and a real one that would be the one getting published and printed and that everyone around the world would get to read.

When she first had told Mason and their families about it, they had had their doubts, but Edward had been on board since the moment Toni and Elizabeth had told him about it. He, like basically everyone in the business, knew that Mason's agency didn't have the best reputation and that no one had been brave enough to fully go against them. Until now. 

Because besides the interview, and all thanks to Rianne’s help, they had the testimony of many other models who had worked or worked with Mason's agency and who had been mistreated by them. According to Adele's dad, those testimonies would also be very useful in case they tried to sue them. 

“Before we start…” Edward said. “Any news from your agency?”

“Erin has been calling me daily since the holidays ended, but I've managed to avoid meeting with them and talk about a new contract” Mason said with a cheeky smile. 

First the excuse of the snow had worked, the bad weather being on their side. For the new year they had left New York and moved to a resort close to the mountains, and the snow had made it impossible to leave for at least a week. Jourdan was supposed to meet them there too, and she had not been able to fly due to all the storms and bad conditions. 

After that, Mason used the excuse of Adele being sick and not being able to travel. And once they were able to fly back to London, he had actually gotten sick, so he hadn't been able to meet either or even celebrate his birthday. 

Now it was the end of January, and the magazine was ready to be printed. Only his interview was missing, and he had convinced them to focus on that and leave the talks for later. 

“Good. You must try to keep it going for at least a couple of weeks. I'm planning on releasing the cover after Valentine's Day so you guys can enjoy the day before the chaos starts, though your agency will believe it won't be out until late February so people get more excited about who could be on the cover. You better than anyone know how much they love the social media game.”

“Yeah” Mason sighed.

“Thank you very much for everything you are doing, Edward” Adele said.

“Anything for you” he smiled. “Now, let's get into business. Since I have you both here, why don't we start talking about your relationship? We can add some happy bits to our real interview too.”

“Sure” Mason said while looking at Adele, their hands still clasped together. “What do you want to know?”

“I think we should start from the beginning. When and how did you fall in love?” 

“I think it all started in Italy” Mason said as he squeezed Adele's hand, something she would then find herself doing throughout both interviews. Sometimes it was an encouraging squeeze, one to let him know that he could do it, to give him strength. Others, it was a squeeze meant to hurt him a little, to scold him for telling Edward something he shouldn't, like details that were too personal. 

But overall, she did it to let him know that he could count on her, through good and bad times, and that she would always be by his side. Always. 

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“This issue is gonna be iconic” Adele said as she flicked through the pages of the magazine in her hands. Edward had sent her and Mason a copy, asking them to check everything and tell him if there was anything that needed to be changed before giving it the final green light. “Like, I can see it becoming a collector's edition.”

“You think so?” Mason asked her.

“Definitely. Every single bit of content is perfect, from all the ads to the articles, to of course the cover and the main editorial.”

“Yeah… I've heard they got an amazing photographer to shoot it” he smirked.

“And they say the model is one of the best of his generation. Some even call him a supermodel” she replied with a matching smile.

“Supermodel?” Mason laughed. “C'mon, Addie.”

“The internet words, not mine” she shrugged. “But even if they said you suck, you would still be a supermodel to me.”

“Bullshit” he laughed again. “You would be the first to tell me to stop making a fool of myself and to find another job. Just look at the way you criticise some of my outfits. You would be my first hater.”

“Meh meh meh” she said, hitting him with the magazine.

“This is gonna work out, isn't it, Addie?”

“Uh?”

“Your plan. Is it gonna work out?” Mason said, the smile he had had while he and Adele had been teasing each other completely gone. 

“It is” she said, moving on the sofa where they were sitting to properly look at him. “Do you think someone as important as Edward would involve himself in something like this, basically putting his career at risk, if he believed it wasn't gonna work out?”

“I guess…”

“Mason… Mase” Adele said, caressing his cheek. “It will work out. You will finally be free.”

“But what if… What if they find a way to sue me or… I don't know, Addie. They still have the video. And the photos.”

“If they release them as some kind of revenge, you know my dad already has everything ready to sue their asses. And knowing your fans, they will definitely do anything in their power so nothing gets shared and it ends up buried in the darkest corner of the internet.”

“I wish I could be as optimistic as you are” he sighed. “The closer we get to the release date, the more insecure and worried I get.”

“Oh, I know. I've had to deal with all your fidgeting in bed” she chuckled. “If I didn't love you the way I do, I would have already kicked you out again and sent you here to sleep on the sofa.”

“Lucky me” he smiled. Though it was one of those sad smiles Adele hated, the ones he used to give her before telling her everything that was going on with his agency. 

“Mase, I…”

“It's ok. I'll be ok” he said, giving her a peck and leaving the sofa. 

As she watched him leave the room, she could only think of one thing. Well, actually two. His sad smile, and that she needed to do something to make him stop worrying until the interview was out. But what? What could keep his mind busy until then?

“Urgh” Adele grunted, reaching for the magazine once again and opening it on a random page, looking for some inspiration, a sign. And then… “Yes!”

“Addie, did you say anything?” Mason asked from the kitchen.

“Nothing, just talking to myself!” she replied, her eyes focused on the photo in front of her. It was a reprint from an old editorial inspired by Romeo and Juliet shot by Annie Leibovitz, one of Adele's favourites growing up. And it had reminded her of an old conversation she and Mason had had during fashion month.

"On one of the nights I think we should dress as a prince and princess and have an over the top dinner. What do you think?"

"That would be amazing! Can I wear a crown too?"

"Whatever the lady wishes."

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“I can't believe you managed to pull this off, Addie” Mason chuckled.

“You're welcome” she said, kissing his cheek. “Shall we?”

“After you, my lady” he said, gesturing towards the building in front of them. 

They had gone back to the château, the one outside Paris where they had had their picnic, and the one where they should have spent a couple of weeks once fashion month was over, enjoying each other's company and ignoring everything that was going on in the outside world. That was what Adele had planned, to turn that place into their own bubble, one where there were no paparazzis, a horrible agency blackmailing them, or a Vogue issue about to be published and hopefully shake the fashion world. It was just going to be them enjoying each other, and nothing was going to stop them. Not even Mason's agency calling him to ask him to meet and sign his new contract. 

“It's Valentine's Day, Erin” he had told them over the phone. “Can't I spend some days alone enjoying the company of my girlfriend before I have to start with all the promo for the cover?”

“Yes, of course” she had said, finally giving up. “Just remember to post something on Instagram. You need the engagement, and it will be a perfect preview for the cover and the interview. You guys made me wish I was in love just by reading you” she had chuckled. 

“I will, don't worry” Mason had replied, rolling his eyes so dramatically that Adele had feared they would get stuck at the back of his head. 

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“Addie, if I end up hitting something and breaking a toe…”

“You won't.”

“You've said it yourself, I'm a really bad patient. And if I break a toe, you'll basically have to do everything for me because I won't be able to walk.”

“My patience is what is being tested right now” she sighed. “Can you please move a bit faster?”

“I'm sorry, Addie. But I don't like being blindfolded. At least not while walking.”

“Urgh” she groaned. 

It was the day after Valentine's Day, and in just a couple more, Edward would release the cover and the interview. But before that, there was something Adele needed to do so Mason could properly be free.

“Ok, this is it.”

“Can I take this off now?”

“Yes, you can, Mason.”

“Thank God” he sighed. “Addie, what… What are we doing in this room?”

“Well, according to the history of the château, the lord who first lived here built this room for his favourite lover.”

“What?”

“She apparently was treated by all the servants as royalty, almost like a queen.”

“And you've brought me here because…”

“Because I think a room dedicated to a lover, is perfect for what we are about to do.”

“Which is?” Mason asked, still looking visibly confused.

“Celebrate Valentine's Day, but not like we did yesterday with all the romantic stuff. Today, is time to get naughty” she smirked. “Today, I'm gonna make you forget about something that has been bothering that pretty head of yours for way too long.”

“Addie, what…”

“Today…” she said, picking up her camera from one of the bedside tables. “We are going to film our own sex tape.”

“We what?” Mason said, his eyes going wide.

“That video that bitch took of you without your consent has been hurting you for too long, so it's time we erase that memory by creating a new one. One you truly like and enjoy. One you want.”

“Adele, are you serious about this? Like… what if we get hacked?”

“We won't. We are filming it with my camera on a memory card just for it.”

“But what if we lose it? Or if someone steals your camera? Or…”

“Mason… Mase” Adele said, putting a finger on his lips so he would stop talking. “I have it all under control.”

“But…”

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life, Addie.”

“Then start getting undressed while I make myself a bit more comfortable. Unless you don't want to do it.”

“Of course I want to do it, Adele. I may or may have not been thinking about filming something with you or taking some spicy photos since you told me about what you used to do with your ex” he smirked.

“Then c'mon. Let's not waste our time” she said before walking into the room's en suite.

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“Addie? Addie, what is taking you so long?” 

“One sec, I'm almost done!”

“One sec, she says. One sec…” Mason murmured. “Addie, you… Bloody hell, Adele” he gasped when she saw her walking out.

“Liking what you see?” she asked him, slowly turning around so he could see every detail. 

Before flying to France she and Jourdan had gone shopping together, and they had found probably the sexiest and most beautiful set of lingerie Adele had ever seen, one that she knew would make Mason go completely crazy.

“I bloody love it, Addie” he said, his eyes scanning every inch of her body. 

“I can tell” she chuckled, looking down at his boxers. “Go sit down at the end of the bed.”

“Uh?”

“Stop checking me out and do as I've said, Mason.”

“I can't. You just… Bloody hell, Addie.”

“You already said that” she giggled. “Sit down” she said again, trying to sound serious despite feeling her whole body on fire, from her cheeks to the tip of her toes.

“Yes, ma'am” Mason said, finally doing as she had asked him. “Now what?”

“Now you wait while I set the camera and make sure it is focused.”

“Wait, you are using a tripod?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought we were going to film each other.”

“I am going to film you. I don't trust you with my camera.”

“Afraid I may break it?” he laughed.

“I actually fear you may drop it in my head while I'm between your legs.”

“Ok” he laughed again.

“Besides, this video is gonna be about you, Mase. About your pleasure and what you like. I want to be able to watch it again and get to see the way your body reacts to me and everything I can do to you. To hear the way you moan my name, your face when you make it to the end. This is about you.”

“What if what I like is to do something to you?” he asked, licking his lips and trying really hard not to smile.

“I'll still be in charge of the camera.”

“You may drop it too. You know I am that good.”

“We'll see” Adele said, finishing to set the camera. “Ready?”

“I've been ready since I first saw you wearing that, Addie.”

“Good” she said, walking towards him and kneeling in front of him. “Happy Valentine's Day to you, Mase.”

“Happy Valentine's Day to me” he smirked, his eyes glued on Adele. 

[writting-for-a-chain-of-heros]

Links divorce HC

Day 1:

Sky

Neglected  

Tw: Divorce, depression, neglect and a lot of angst

He really didn't know how it happened but one day you both had gotten into a slow routine where you were both acting more like roommates than a couple 

Or more specifically YOU stopped acting like his spouse 

It was slow at first, little changes here and there that didn't seem like a big deal at first but looking back at them they were warning signs he should have considered before the situation escalated into this.

At first they were complaints about how tired you had been feeling lately, how busy you had been with helping to repair the damages your era had faced by Dark Link plus his goons and how forgetful you had started being on time to your dates with Sky.

Then you started to slowly sleep in more during the morning,which Sky couldn't protest against too much since it meant more time for him to sleep but also more time to cuddle with you in his arms as you rested against him.

But soon after it got to a point where even HE was concerned with how many days you'd spend doing nothing but laying in your covers with the rare exception of work that was also on the edge of being forgotten in exchange for sloth.

He'd try to get you to get out more often by suggesting some of the things you loved to do together, unfortunately they also didn't work.

You want to go exploring? Sorry not today, your legs feel weak :(

You want to go flying? The weather is too cold/hot/humid/sunny, maybe next time 

Do you want to go spar for a few rounds? You have an upset stomach,your head hurts or you just don't have the energy for it today.

At some point you stop eating as much as you use to, in fact you're barely eating at all

He tries his best to be a good spouse by bringing the food to you in bed which results in you refusing to eat and leaving behind a full plate or only patrically eating it while leaving most of it behind 

Every time he'd try to question you on why you haven't been going out or caring for yourself he's met with either silence or a half answer excuse.

“Can you tell me what's been bothering you?” He'd ask

“It's nothing, I am just in a funk, I'll get out of it soon,Link.”

He doesn't want to push you beyond your limits and he genuinely believes you when you tell him those lines over to him

It's ok

You're ok

Everything is ok.

You're just in a bad mood, this will pass in time 

He just needs to give you space and comfort then you'll be back to the same old you from before.

He just has to wait and be patient.

That's what he tells himself for weeks as you slowly start to get worse and worse over time.

It was bad enough when you were both acting so distant but now he was less of a spouse and more like a parent now.

It has been 6 months and you had stopped do all chores, stopped feeding yourself, stopped showering, stopped working, stopped going on dates completely and stopped,well, basically doing everything except breathing

Sometimes you'd get up to go to the bathroom, maybe eat a little bit of the food Link had gotten you and that was it before you plopped back down to bed with the old stained blanket

The room would stink of day-old food that was barely touched and Link would have to be the one to toss it out while he did the dishes along with the rest of the household chores he had been doing alone for some time now.

He’d find himself having to drag you out of bed to clean you since you refused to do it yourself.

He'd change out the bed sheets,blankets, pillows you had been sleeping in for Hylia knows how long.

He'd brush your hair,brush your teeth,clip your nails, change your clothes,do the laundry & do his daily activities outside while you continue to show no progress

He tries to talk to you a few more times but you don't even bother to give an excuse anymore which leads to a lot of one sided arguments that only frustrate him more as the relationship becomes more strained.

He tries to get you to do couples counseling and tries to seek help from his friends to mediate the situation only for it to fail as well.

He wants to help you.

He really does but he doesn't know how.

But the most frustrating part of it all is that it seems as though you aren't even trying at all

After a year & a half of consistently trying he finally gives you an ultimatum.

You either seek professional help and try to get better or there's a divorce.

He loves you

He absolutely loves you

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you

But he can't stay with you if you refuse to do anything to change or improve 

He feels neglected

He feels alone

He wants the bright person you used to be to come back...

Please..

……

…..

The relationship ends.

[circyexistforcontent]

I read your recent blog, and I'm basically a new player as well? I mean, my account was created a year ago, BUT I started to use it recently more often☆ The thing is, the one who visits my world the most is my little brother, and sometimes even uses my account, and he always tells me what and who to level up and the ones who I shouldn’t.

My account is his account, for some reason.

I like Diluc and Aether, but he says I shouldn't level them up 💀 and shouldn’t pull for Cyno because I already have Xiao and Itto as dps, and I need more supports (for Xiao, specifically).

Just imagining Diluc listening to my brother saying, "You already have Xiao and Itto, you would not use Diluc" 😫 like, ok. He HAS a point, but I want Cyno, even if I can't combine him with Xiao-- or Itto... what's your team? Is your friend the one that forces suggest which character you should pull for?

❀ warnings: possessive behavior, mentions of murder, blood sacrifices, and enemy sacrifices in general.

❀ notes: I have never pulled for a character before, not even Noelle because I wanted to save as many primogems as possible. Until I see a banner that I like I will use up all those primogems until I get my desired character. Also, my friend is the type to just skip dialogue and only grind for the characters she simps for so it physically pains her to see me not wish for anyone.

❀ pronouns: none specified

Whoever that second voice was, he didn't like them. Or him as he would assume after hearing you call the second voice your brother. If he has mistaken your brother's pronouns he would like to apologize, but it won't change the fact he doesn't like him after he told you that you don't need him anymore. When your brother joins your world, if he isn't being used as a vessel he would be watching you both from the sidelines.

Let's hope your brother doesn't main Kaeya because Diluc will grow to hate your brother more. But he tries to remind himself that your brother is part of your family and that you cherish him, if he hurts your brother you would be hurt as well. And you will grow to hate him too.

But it's not like he can hurt your brother either. Not when the screen between the two of you is still standing. So for now, all he can do is hope that you don't listen to your brother and continue to use him as one of your vessels.

If you do stop using him as one of your vessels he would be so heartbroken. On the outside, it may look like he isn't affected, but his feelings are anything but calm. It was like he was 18 again and he had to cover up for his father's death. Usually, Kaeya would banter with Diluc, but he can feel the cold atmosphere around Angel's Share and ultimately decided not to enter.

He was taught from a young age that everything happens for a reason, but was he really going to be discarded just like this?? All because of a comment your blood relative said? No, he's not going to give up. He should prove himself to you that he is more than a capable vessel. He may not know who this "Xiao" or "Itto" is, but he is sure of himself that with enough training he will be able to surpass them. If not, then at least he might be strong enough for you to consider using him as one of your vessels.

When you still don't use him as a vessel he starts to get desperate, what more do you need from him? Does he need to make a sacrifice? What kind? It doesn't matter if it's his blood or the blood of abyss mages that you want, he will give it to you. He might even show it in front of you once you log back in.

Just...

Please...

Notice him.

Use him again like you did before..

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Hiiii it's me🦅 I've been trying to find some Minho fics so you're my savior!! To the point, I was wondering if you're able to do a small Minho imagine where she was Sonya's best friend and the reunited?

If not it's COMPLETELY ok!! 🦅🙏🏼

Thank you bby 🤍🤍

A/N: Love this 🦅! Sonya is literally my wife and Minho is my husband so this is perfect. This happened in the second books but doesn’t really follow how it happened because I read the book so long ago.

WC: 2.8k

SUMMARY: You have spend the last weeks with the girls of group B, forgetting about the maze until you meet them again. Reader is supposed to attack them but she loves Minho to much to do so.

WARNING: Use of knife, death!threat, a bit of angst, Minho being honest and Thomas being astonished.

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REUNITED

After you finally succeed in escaping the Maze, you were taken away from your friends with Teresa. You were both completely lost until you met the other girls. They told you about the mission they had, which soon became yours as well. To kill Thomas.

They were all unsure if it was the right thing to do, they didn’t know the boy like you did. When you tried to think back of the maze, all you could remember was the nights spent with Minho laughing after your long days of running.

Yes, there was Teresa, but she was fighting her own thoughts to make sure this was the only thing occurring in her mind. When she stopped her telepathic link with him she stopped talking with everyone, including you. She wanted more than anyone his death, which was kind of confusing after you saw their bond back then.

The others were still debating if they would truly kill him, after all, they didn’t know if he was the evil person they thought he was.

You didn’t know what to do or think about it. He used to be your friend, but Gally used to be too before he killed Chuck.

You missed all your friends too, Newt, Thomas, Frypan, Winston, but one in particular, Minho.

"We’ll meet them soon, I feel it." Sonya told you one night when your thoughts were fixated on this, but not on Thomas, on Minho once again.

He was your best friend if not more. The way he would play in your hair during the bonfire nights and how he loved to run to your side in the maze were the thoughts that could make you find sleep. He wasn’t a demonstrative person, so when he made those small attentions to you, it was occurring in your minds for the next days.

The hammocks that were used as beds were the same ones that were used in the maze. Sometimes it made you consider if you never truly escaped WICKED and this was all kind of their game. But when you look at the many dunes of sand, you easily forget these thoughts.

You all stayed together in the same shelter, weapons for each one of them, in case of crank emergency or any other situation where you would need to defend yourself. You had a small knife you could easily hide if you needed to.

"Sonya what if they had to kill us like we have to kill him." You asked her, scared that Minho could have something to do in this situation.

"It’s about Thomas." She responded, knowing the deeper meaning of her words.

You would only nod, not convinced as you should be. The worry filled you days and nights, trying to find a way to forget about it.

Teresa, though, didn’t forget about it. She wanted to make sure everything she was told to do was done. There was something she wasn’t telling them, something else than her mission.

One morning, Sonya woke her up earlier than supposed, an uneasy smile expression on her face. "Y/n, they’re here."

You didn’t need to be told twice and you stood up from your hammock, grabbing the knife from under it. Straight away, you saw all the girls standing still, waiting for Teresa to give the signal. When she saw you, a weird look covered her face.

"Let me do the talking." She said and you didn’t thought anything about it at first, you were too focused on seeing them again.

Carefully, everyone took positions behind her, you to her side. You walked silently until you saw them. The boys you spent more then two years with.

The other Gladers noticed right after you did, and soon everyone had stopped to gawk at you and Teresa. As she marched toward them, her hands gripping that weapon, her face hard as stone. She looked ready to start stabbing the first thing that moved.

Thomas took a step forward, not really sure what he planned to do. But then more movement stopped him.

On both sides of Teresa, he noticed the girls appearing. They seemed to come from nowhere. He turned to look behind him. They were surrounded, by at least twenty girls.

You stared at him, wanting to run to hold him. But the look Teresa gave you saying "don’t ruin everything," made you back off. The task, right.

You all held weapons, varying knives, swords and jagged machetes. Several of the girls had bows and arrows, their tips already aimed at them. You could feel the slice of fear in Thomas. He couldn’t figure out why you both looked ready to harm the first one to speak.

They were all here unless three more people you didn’t recognize and Winston was gone. An older looking man with brownish skin, a girl with short black hair and a skinny boy with blonde hair that looked dehydrated.

Her thoughts were cut short when Teresa stopped about thirty feet away from the Galders. The girls did the same, forming a full circle around them. Thomas twisted again to see the girls, blades held out in front. He knew those arrows could fly and find a home inside someone's chest easily.

Minho spoke first. "What's this crap about, Teresa? Nice way to greet your long-lost buddies."

He looked like the only one to not notice you were here as well until he looked around like Thomas did. He saw you, your y/h/c hair and those eyes he could get abandoned inside. He trusted you deeply and seeing your weapon armed toward him, he felt betrayed after seeing you for so long.

"Y/n what’s happening."

You both didn't answer the question, and a dreadful silence swept across the group. Teresa walked toward them, and stopped about ten feet from where Minho and Newt stood side by side.

"Teresa?" Newt questioned. "What the bloody—"

"Shut up," she said without snapping or yelling it. She said it calmly and with assurance, which only made it that much more fearful for Thomas. "And any of you makes a move, the bows start shooting."

Minho looked at you, seeing the silence you expressed. You looked back at him, trying to say something but you couldn’t.

You and Sonya stepped closer to Teresa holding your blades. "Y/n." Minho said again his voice filled with calm, but at the same time he felt anger filling his veins.

"Shut up." Teresa said again, her spear closer to the boy’s throat.

"Teresa what’s-"

She reared back and swung the back of her spear at him, hitting it into his right cheek. A outburst of pain shot through his skull and his neck; he crushed to his knees, a hand to his face where she'd hit him.

"I said shut up." You reached down and grabbed him by the shirt until he stood once again.

Teresa repositioned her hands on the pole, and pointed it at him. "Is your name Thomas?" Confusion could be read in his face as she questioned who he was. You tried to stay calm, but you didn’t thought she would go this far.

"You know who I am, he looked at you, Y/n you do know right?"

You were about to speak, but Teresa cut you in your way by hitting Thomas in the stomach once more, but this time he keep standing.

"I used to, I’m going to ask you one more is your name Thomas?" Her voice no longer had the calming effect on him, he was glancing at her breathing heavily by the punch she just made.

"Yes!" He yelled back, "My name is Thomas!"

Just as he said those things, she dragged him out of the Gladers, as he followed with difficulty.

"You're coming with us," she called out. "Thomas. Come on. Remember, anyone tries something, the arrows fly."

"No way!" Minho yelled. "You're not taking him anywhere."

You were alone with the boys in the middle of the circle, since Teresa grabbed him away being half-conscious.

They looked at you while Thomas disappeared of their side. Minho was the first to talk. He looked so different, but somehow he was still the same. His hairs were wet with sweat and he changed his usual blue running shirt for a black compressive one. You could have hug him, having your happy ever after ending. But in that circumstance you were a total stranger to all of them.

"Bring the bag," Teresa said from above.

In his vision, Thomas saw two girls walking toward him, their weapons hidden away somewhere.

One of them Hariett, stepped closer to him, the brown bag ready to cover him. They stopped two feet from him; he got back to his hands and knees, scared to do anything more for fear of getting hit again.

"We're taking him with us!" Teresa yelled. "If anybody follows, I'll hit him again and we'll start shooting you. We won't really bother aiming. Just let the arrows fly any old way they feel like."

As you were about to turn away and join them back, she spoke up to you. "And y/n will stay with you, so don’t try anything." She threw you her spear and you aimed at the Gladers.

Was it a good thing? Maybe that way you could see them again, but you were only seen as the enemy, not their friend anymore.

"Teresa!" Minho's voice. "You catch the Flare that quickly? Your mind's obviously gone already."

She hit Thomas in the head this time and put the bag over him immediately. "I warn you, someone want to say something more?"

Nothing.

In the middle of the scorch, no sound could be heard except from the wind crashing into the sand and the moans of Thomas.

"Good." And they left Sonya gave you a sad smile, before they were out of your sight once more.

"What the fuck." The girl with short hair said, showing her fist to your nose, which you easily dodged.

"I-" You started, but Minho cut you off.

"What in the klunk happened to you?" All the love you two shared was gone, he saw you as a traitor who backstabbed his friend.

"We had to do this Minho, I promise you they said it was the only way we could save things." You tried to explain, but even in your own words, this sounded weird.

"To be killed by group B." Newt quoted the line written on his friend's neck, "For all I know, you aren’t from group B," He added.

They could have killed you easily, which made you think that maybe Teresa made you stay with them so you would get killed. During the past few days, she no longer felt anything that concerned you.

"You changed so much." Frypan let out, looking up and down at you and your weapon. Knife in one hand and spear in the other.

"So you’re going to kill Thomas?" The girl you didn’t know spoke again, and you could tell how deeply she cared for him.

Somehow that made you realize something, it made you come back to your true self, there was no way you would kill Thomas by giving WICKED what they wanted. It all made sense now Teresa was behind all this.

"I won’t. Sonya and Harriet won’t let this happen."

"What’s that supposed to mean? Teresa seemed quite sure she would kill him.« Minho said, crossing his arms.

"We’ll go in the wood, hide for the next day and meet them again. Sonya is smart enough to know what she’s supposed to do."

"What do you mean we." She spoke up.

"Do you want to save him or not?"

When the night had come, you couldn’t find sleep. The Gladers didn’t seem to trust you enough, they all kept a guard turn, to make sure you wouldn’t try anything. Which was understandable considering the things you did earlier.

It was Minho’s night shift when he spotted you, your back pinned against a tree. "Can’t sleep?" He asked you, and that reminded you of all your times spent together.

"I’m sorry Minho, I didn’t know what-"

He cut you off pressing his hand in his hair, which gave you a weird sensation in your stomach you weren’t used to.

"It’s fine." When he said something was fine, it was because it wasn’t. "I don’t know your side of the story, but being with all those girls probably made you feel like them."

"We got told we would save things if we killed Thomas, but now that I’m looking at it, it just seems so wrong. Teresa was really looking forward to doing it, so I thought it was the right thing to do."

He nodded and stood up before sitting back to your side, pinning his back to the tree as well.

"I understand, Thomas can be a real ass sometimes." He chuckled and just the sound of his laughter made your smile come back. He always hid behind sarcasm, but right now you could feel him be honest with you. He was letting his heart to you.

"Brenda really like Thomas doesn’t she?" You asked, finally knowing her name. You already knew the answer but you wanted to know the deeper story.

"Yeah, they got locked somewhere once and got drugged by some shanks. I saved them, of course, but I could tell something happened before I arrived."

He said playing with his dragger at the same time. You looked at it, noticing it was the same one he kept on him when running.

"Is that your knife from the maze?" You question turning your head to look back at him, knowing he probably missed running or was relieved he didn’t have to anymore.

"Yeah, I always keep it with me." He shrugged before pulling it back into his pocket where its place was designed. "It’s stupid."

"Hey, it’s not stupid." You said, grabbing his hand to keep him from hiding it. "I still have this." You showed him the random piece of wood Chuck sculpted for you. You and Thomas were his two best friends, went he was murdered he gave you both one.

Thinking about him always made your tears come back. You knew Gally was strung, but somehow his actions still hurt you. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see his death over and over again.

Minho closed your hand that held the sculptur, closing it with his. He looked up at you, his eyes were staring at yours, filled with worry. He was never good to comfort people, but this was difficult.

The boy noticed your wet cheeks, pressing his hand over your cheeks to wipe the tears away. "Don’t cry, I hate to see you cry." He murmured in a quiet tone, which reminded you why you loved him this much.

He stayed like that for a long moment, fixated on your eyes, your lips and every facial feature he liked deeply. His thumb started rubbing against your skin, millions of fireworks exploding on your face. You felt hypnotized by him and his touch.

"I really missed you y/n." The same damn voice, driving you insanely in love. He was everything you wanted, everything you needed. He was Minho.

"Me too." Was all you could respond, when you felt your skin burning, wanting more than just a simple touch. Your throat could have fallen to the ground if you didn’t remain composed.

"Can I kiss you?" It was a simple question, one that you never thought he would ask. It took you by surprise, but instead of replying, your lips met his in a slow and passionate dance.

It was everything you could think of right now. You were kissing Minho. The boy for who you hid your feelings for what seemed like an eternity. Your kiss expressed the admiration you had for one another.

He grabbed you by your neck, dragging your body closer to his passionately. His tongue asked for entry, which you gave at the same moment. He touched you everywhere he could, from your head to your hips, holding you close to him as if there was no tomorrow.

You smiled through the kiss as you explored his body at your turn. He let out a high-pitched sound when you grabbed his hair firmly. His back straightened to your touch as you felt his muscles tightening.

You were in heaven for the rest of the night, forgetting about all your problems. All you cared to think of was Minho beneath your arms, his lips connected to yours.

You could have easily told him you loved him right now, but he wouldn’t let your lips away except to breathe.

"You don’t know how long I waited for this." He said as he pinned you to the ground.

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50 Shades Of Maximoff (w.m)

Requested <3

WandaG!Px Fem Reader

Hope it turns out OK for yall I make these up as I go

Y/ns POV:

I groan loudly trying to get my girlfriends attention she's had her nose stuck in books the last few days and it's frustrating all I want is attention I want cuddles "wanda can you come cuddle all you've done recently is read" she doesn't look up from her book "y/n baby we can cuddle soon ill be done in like 15 minutes I'm almost done this book which you would like" she smirks as I throw myself onto the bed in a huff with my arms crossed

after 20 minutes she puts the book down making me look up at her with an annoyed look "finally your done with that thing" I roll my eyes and turn my back not seeing the smirk on her face "did you just roll your eyes at me" I gulp at her tone wow where did that come from "and what of it you've not gave me attention in days" I say with attention as she pulls me up wrapping me in a cuddle making me smile a little "so the book I was reading it's called 50 shades of grey and its um basically porn and I was wondering if you wanted to try some of it out it was extremely sexy, basically Anna meets Mr grey a young rich man and he's into bandage and stuff it gets freaky but I think it would be fun to try" I look up at her with wide eyes "umm you want me to be your submissive" I state raising my eyebrows as she sits up "not all the time just to try it I think trying it could be fun just this once and if we like it you never know " I sit up and laugh rolling my eyes again "ok fine but if I don't like it we stop" she jumps up and strips down to her boxers "of course baby 1000% percent you say stop we stop but first things first I need to punish you that's twice you've rolled your eyes at me in a short space of time" I bite my lip slightly as I stand and get naked "ok what's my punishment miss maximoff " i say with a huge smirk she pulls me over her knees and rubs my ass "I want you to count each slap" I nod as she slaps my ass hard making let out a yelp as a tear slips out of my eye "awch, one" this continues to ten my ass is stinging and my eyes also as I look at her crying slightly and sniffing "I didn't like that" I say as the tears run down my face she pulls me into a hug rubbing my back " I'm so sorry baby you should have told me to stop " o can tell shes genuinely sorry by the tone of her voice, I sniff and look down at her crotch "you seemed to be enjoying it so I wanted to keep going for you" she holds me tighter as we lay down and cuddle as wanda apologies over and over "it's OK wanda really it hurt but I'm OK I could have stopped it but I didn't it's not your fault" I say reassuring my panicked girlfriend as I sit up rubbing my girlfriends arm "what else is there in the book to try that doesn't leave me with a stingy ass" I giggle as the pain has went away "do you trust me to tie you to the bed and blindfold you?" I climb ontop of her sitting on her crotch "I trust you Babygirl"

she smiles and pushes me off gently as I lay in the middle of the bed she gets up to get some ribbon ties before I know it my hands and legs are tied to the bed and my eyes covered by a blindfold "fucky/n you look so fucking sexy" I bite my lip and nod taking her word for it "wanda, wanda wandaaa" I yell as everything got quite after a minute she came running back in " I'm here baby I just had to grab something" I sigh hearing her voice thankful she didn't leave me "ok so what are..." I'm cut off by something extremely cold and wet running down the valley of my breasts "fuckk...wanda what I mean what's going on" she leans into my ear and whispers "shhh trust me baby" I nod letting out a moan as what I think is ice cubes are being gently rubbed around my nipples making them extremely hard and pointy "mmmh fuck" is all I get out as I hear wanda smirking and giggling "look at those nipples so hard and all from a little bit of ice" she teases, I moan as I feel the ice getting lower running over my stomach then down the top of my thighs getting closer to my pussy "wanda" I moan as she gently rubs the ice cube over my swollen clit earning a gasp as I tug at the ties trying to free my arms "cold oh god" I cry out as she runs the ice through my dripping folds before I know it she's pushing the ice inside my pussy as I arch my back up off the bed "holyyyyy shit fuckk wanda" I continue to moan trying to anticipate the next move but fail after a few minutes she leans down and sucks on my clit as I pull at the ties holding my arms "yessss" I moan out as she runs her tounge down to my entrance and starts to tounge fuck my dripping core making me scream "so uhhh fuck so close wanda"

I feel her smirk against my cunt as she slides her tongue in and out of my pussy faster working me up as I explode all over her face and mouth i try to speak but nothing comes out "such a good girl y/n" she almost moans "doing so well for me" I feel her climb between my legs as I let out a loud gasp feeling her cock tease my sensitive cunt "fuck to sensitive wanda I cant" she leans down to my ear and bites gently "I know you have more baby you can do it" I bite my lip and nod giving her the ok to go inside I let out a feral moan as she bottoms out inside me staying still to let me adjust "why does it feel different wanda do you have a condom on" she grunts and starts to thrust slowly "no I wanted to properly feel you y/n we can get something sorted later or tomorrow "she moans the idea of her fucking me raw turning me on more "fuck me wanda dont stop ahhh fuck you feel so good without the condom " i moan out as I lay there helpless as wanda pounds into my cunt causing me to moan and scream I swear I'm going to black out due to the amount of pleasure running through my body "so fuckin tight" wanda grunts thrusting harder and faster I can feel her twitch inside me as I feel my own orgasm building fast "fill me with your cum baby" I moan loud causing wanda to slam deep inside me holding herself as she shoots her seed inside me I instantly start to cum as soon as I feel her coat my walls only milking her cum more the both of us laying in pools of sweat trying to gain our composure I feel wanda untie me as she takes my blindfold off and smiles down at me "my perfect baby" she whispers kissing my lips gently, she climbs off the bed as I try to get the feeling in my arms back and comes back with a damp cloth to clean us both up once we're clean we cuddle as we draw imaginary lines on eachothers skin taking for hours.

AN: hope this is OK I don't even know if it makes sense I hope it does lmao word count is 1.3k

[shefaniquotes]

SHEFANI PLAYLIST (Spotify 🎧)

Songs that have been referenced by Blake or Gwen in connection to their relationship or are otherwise associated with them

1. Hotline Bling – Drake

💬 Blake: "Gwen sang it to me on 'The Tonight Show' one night, so ..."

🎼Call me on my cell phone Late night when you need my love I know when that hotline bling That can only mean one thing

2. Step By Step – Eddie Rabbitt

💭 Blake often sang this song in BSers Lounge – fans associated it with Shefani

🎼First step, ask her out and treat her like a lady Second step, tell her she's the one you're dreaming of Third step, take her in your arms and never let her go Don't you know that step by step, step by step, you'll win her love?

3. Leather and Lace – Stevie Nicks

💬 Blake: "We should [cover that song]." Shefani fans favorite since Gwen performed the song in December 2015

🎼But I carry this feeling When you walked into my house That you won't be walking out the door Still, I carry this feeling When you walked into my house That you won't be walking out the door

4. I've Been Lookin' – Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

💭 Back in summer 2018, Blake’s mom posted a video of them singing this song while driving in OK

🎼I've been looking for a love Someone to hold as I lay sleepin' I'm not talking 'bout someone Who's scared of promises Or keepin' 'em I'm just looking for a love To stand the test of time I've been lookin' for someone To be all mine

5. Baby I'm-a Want You – Bread

💬 Gwen: "What’s that song that I love…?" - Blake: "Baby I'm-a Want You by Bread?"

Blake on The Voice: "Gwen's not kidding. We listen to Bread all the time."

🎼Used to be my life was just emotions passing by Then you came along and made me laugh and made me cry You taught me why Baby, I'm-a want you Baby, I'm-a need you

6. There’s No Stoppin’ Your Heart – Marie Osmond

💬 Blake: "I love that song ‘There’s No Stopping Your Heart."

🎼I plan to be the one who sticks around Ooh your love could lift me up above the clouds I get so high when I'm with you, I may never come down When forever starts, There's no stopping, no stopping, no stopping your heart

7. I Want To Know What Love Is – Foreigner

💬Gwen: "You took a song that’s actually on my makeout playlist"

🎼I wanna know what love is I want you to show me I wanna feel what love is I know you can show me

8. So Small – Carrie Underwood

💬 Blake on The Voice back in 2016: "I completely got wrapped up in the lyrics of that song. You delivered the message to me tonight, and I totally related to the lyrics of that song."

🎼And what you've been out there searching for forever Is in your hands Oh, and when you figure out love is all that matters after all It sure makes everything else Seem so small

9. Haven’t Got Time for the Pain – Carly Simon

💬 Gwen: "I would dedicate this song to @Blakeshelton gx."

🎼All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore 'Cause I haven't got time for the pain I haven't got room for the pain I haven't the need for the pain Not since I've known you

10. Stricken – No Doubt

💬 "She asked me if I knew the song Stricken and told me she recently sent it to Blake."

🎼I love you completely I guess I'm kinda mad about you I love you, I love you I do Love overcomes all of my senses Lowers all of my defenses, yeah

11. Defenseless – Kirk Jay

💬 Blake: “This is my life right now.”

🎼Oh, I'm defenseless Like a drought to a flame I’m defenseless Girl, when you say my name But the thing is I have never felt safer than this

12. Lookin' For Love – Johnny Lee

💬 Blake before playing the song: "I’ll try. I gotta do it for Gwen."

🎼Well, I spent a lifetime lookin' for you Single bars and good time lovers were never true Playing a fools game, hopin' to win And tellin' those sweet lies and losin' again You came knockin' on my heart's door You're everything I've been looking for

13. Turn Your Lights Down – Bob Marley and the Wailers

💬 Blake: "Gwen and I have a playlist. I want their version." - John: "It's a good love song for when you guys..." - Blake: "You're talking about loove."

🎼This potion might, this ocean might, carry me In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me And every word, every second, and every third Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard (uh) And when I play 'em, every chord is a poem Tellin' the Lord how grateful I am because I know him (what? word) The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress (uh)

14. In Your eyes – Peter Gabriel

💭 The first dance song

🎼In your eyes The light, the heat (Your eyes) I am complete (Your eyes) I see the doorway to a thousand churches (Your eyes)

15. Islands in the Stream – Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton

💬 Gwen: "That song would be my dream if me and Blake could do that song together one day."

🎼I can't live without you if the love was gone Everything is nothing if you got no one And you did walk in the night Slowly losing sight of the real thing But that won't happen to us and we got no doubt Too deep in love and we got no way out