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[shoeistars]

— NO PHOTOS ! pt. 1

༺ feat. isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, nagi

༺ outline. where the boys keep their slutty polas of you <3

༺ w. pro!players, 18+ content, minors dni, photos/polas, fem!reader, read at your own discretion as I don’t do individual tagging for element of surprise <3

༺ pt. 2 (reo, barou, rin, sae, shidou)

— ISAGI ! on the back of his phone

Oh, he’s obsessed with this one polaroid you let him take, his cock slotted between your pretty tits. Your nails sparkled in the photo due to the flash, acrylics all shiny as you held your breasts together to keep him nice and snug

That night was one where he had earned himself a big win, the celebration you gave him was timeless. Your face was all sticky, smeared in pearly cum and runny spit, little bubbles all around the corner of your mouth

Clear case and all, everyone can get a good look at his favorite girl, see just how much of a cockslut she was with a fat dick between her tits and a pearly smile on her face

— BACHIRA ! shoebox

As deranged as Bachira is, he likes to keep you for his eyes only. That being said, the Nike shoebox that’s stored under his bed is full of filth, softcore porn, downright sin

Pictures of your leaking cunt just pumping cream all over the base of his thick cock, pictures of your fucked out face all flushed and dazed. Constant memories that he happens to keep ahold of for lonely nights

There’s enough to nearly fill up the big black box that once held his soccer cleats, so full that the lid can’t even fit on properly to do its job. It’s a tradition for him to snap a shot of you when he’s got you cockdrunk, after all

— CHIGIRI ! trendy altoids wallet box

Did we expect anything else from our artsy princess? He follows trends and those metal altoid mint boxes aren’t an exception, he carries it around with him at all times, decorated to perfection

He’s got tons of miscellaneous shit in there, ranging from a mini bottle of fragrance, a roll of tums, a fortune slip from the fortune cookies the two of you got at the local chinese restaurant in your area

Oh, but his favorite item is taped at the top of the box, sealed in place with a hello kitty sticker. A polaroid of you with his cock down your throat, taking it so deep that you can see the outline in your esophagus. He just so happens to be pressing a palm flat against, Chigiri was real proud of you that night

— KUNIGAMI ! scrapbook

A man of class, really. He’d hate to see all of those precious photos of his princess getting damaged or scratched, his best bet was getting a plain book to store each pola in their own plastic slots

They’re even organized, ranging from you sucking his cock, to your back turned to him as he’s plowing your guts from behind, to you on your knees with glossy nut covering every goddamn inch of your body

It’s his prized possession, stuffed in his bookshelf next to all of his old soccer books and manga. A good flip through is enough to make him chub up in his joggers

— NAGI ! playstation

That playstation was damn expensive, he’d be a fucking fool to not add a breathtaking picture of you bouncing on his dick like it’s your lifeline. It’s taped with washi tape, front and center for him to look at anytime he’s within reach of his console

You’re purely glowing in the photo, the sheen of sweat he got you worked up in making your skin glisten like a goddess. The flash managed to catch the details of his veined up arm as he wrapped a huge hand around your throat

He’s obsessed with the expression on your face too, brows furrowed and jaw slacked with a fat glob of spit dripping past your lips like a hungry dog. His girl was a whore for big dick, a fact that made him smirk lazily when it crossed his mind

[seonghwaddict]

23:46 — song mingi

in which your best friend is a little hard to wake up.

roommate!song mingi x fem!reader. genre. friends to lovers. fluff. timestamp. warnings. lots of kisses. wc. 1k. rating. pg-13.

lilo's notes. hiii here's a cute little mingi fic because i love him so much :3

listening to. you're mine, you!, chet baker

masterlist.

a quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you walk into the living room, finding your roommate fast asleep on the couch. mingi snored softly, sprawled out with his black playstation controler dangling from his hand for dear life.

you just wanted to grab a snack from the kitchen, but instead you made a detour to crouch beside the couch and take the controler from his hand as gently as you could. not that taking it from him forcefully would’ve made any difference; he could sleep through a category five hurricane. once you set the controller on the small coffee table, you reached for the glasses that squished against his nose.

he didn’t stir as you nudged his shoulder gently. at first you felt bad about having to wake him, but the distinct memories of him whining about his shoulder hurting after sleeping on the couch flashed through your mind.

“mingi…” you whispered softly, nudging him again, “mingi, wake up.”

after the third nudge he muttered something, though you could quite tell what. with your hand resting on his should as he pushed his face further into the pillow beneath his head, you sighed and moved to get up. but before you could register it, a hand wrapped around your write and pulled you down on the couch, legs tangling with yours and his other hand keeping you close by the small of your back.

you held your breath as he began moving you, practically trapping you beneath his large body as he drags himself halfway on top of you, one leg slotted between yours. his short, washed-out pink hair tickled your cheek as he lifted his head to look at you. you would’ve laughed at the tired expression of his face, all pouting lips and squinting eyes.

“i tried to wake you.” your voice came out a lot higher than you intended, not realising you almost felt flustered at your current position.

his eyes fluttered shut again and he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, making you tense for a moment before relaxing. his voice gravelly in his newly awake state, he spoke against the soft skin of your neck, “why”

“you always complain about your neck hurting when you sleep on the couch, i was trying to get you to move and sleep in your bed but you wouldn’t wake up.”

your answer has him humming understandingly, nuzzling his face further into your neck. your best friend was usually quite affectionate, however, this felt different from the more common cuddles during movie nights or occasional hand holding. you chalked it up to him not being fully awake, mind still hazy from his nap. at least until you felt the first of his kisses along your neck. they were so soft they were easy to miss, yet still the unmistakable brush of his lips that you sometimes found yourself wanting to feel against yours.

still, you didn’t protest, tentatively moving one of your hands up to brush through the hair at the nape of his neck. this only encouraged him, another hum vibrating against your skin. a soft sigh slipped passed your lips as his large hand moved to the small of your back to your waist, thumb carressing you through your flimsy white tanktop. with his body pressed against yours and his lips kissing anywhere he could reach comfortably, you relaxed, letting yourself lean your head back against the plush sofa.

“mingi,” you finally pulled yourself together to ask, “what are you doing?”

“just… just holding you,” he muttered against you. his kisses were tender and didn’t hold any sense of urgency, lazy presses against your pulse. “you feel nice, you smell nice, and you’re so warm. let me just hold you for a bit, please?”

it almost sounded like he was pleading when he asked you to let him do so and you found it hard to say no. in general, you found it hard to say no to anything he asked. so, you agreed, your voice barely above a whisper and making him lift his head to look down at you. moments turned into seconds which turned into minutes as your surroundings blurred and all you could think of was the tender look in his eyes as he leaned forward. he paused, waiting to see if you’d tell him to stop, but at the sight of the slightest of nods he couldn’t hold himself back from brushing his lips against yours. his hand on your waist tightened for a second as he pulled away, holding himself up with his other hand, forearm supporting him as his face hovered above yours.

he took in the sight of you beneath him, gaze flickering all over your face as he tried to memorise the sparkling look of your round eyes and your tiny puffs of air. there’s a smile tugging at his plush lips, barely noticeable but enough to make your cheeks warm even more. and when he spoke, his voice was no longer rough with sleep, but a gentle whisper only for you to hear.

“please tell me this isn’t a dream.”

you almost laughed at the endearing question but opted to smile instead, your hands cupping his cheeks. “no, this isn’t dream.”

“good,” he spoke through a sigh, sounding oh so content, “you’re just so pretty.”

a comfortable silence washed over you as he lowered himself to press another kiss against your lips. this time he let himself stay longer, he found the taste of your lips addicting, getting lost in the way they feel against his tongue as he swiped it along your bottom lip. when you parted for air, he rested his forehead against yous, breath mingling. the rest of the night was spent through lazy kisses and loving words that left you confused at the relationship you shared with him. but before you could ask about it, you had both fallen asleep, wrapped in each others arms on the couch you had tried so hard to get him off of.

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[zoomhitskins]

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[sugarcoatedstarkey]

hate sex. rafe or drew idc, u have total creative freedom w my suggestion!

Hate Sex

Pairing - Drew Starkey x costar!reader

Summary - good old hate sex.

Warnings - sexual intercourse, fingering, language, choking, name calling. 18+

The anger bubbled in your chest, rising up your neck leaving behind a dark pink tinge to your skin. You had never let Drew get to you this bad before, you were pulling at the roots of your hair just thinking about his punchable but good looking face.

“Breath Y/n” your friend stated, she had hidden herself behind the very small table in your trailer. She was quite frightened when you let your anger out.

She jumped halfway into the air when you threw your phone at the floor, shattering the screen in the process.

“Now look what that fucker has made me do!” You all but screeched, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to go and speak to him, how DARE he talk about you like that in an interview.

“Oh no no no, you can’t go speaking to him when you're this angry! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Your friend shouted, slamming her palm over her mouth when she realized what she let slip.

“How could you side with him?!”

“Oh come off it y/n, he said lovely things about you!”

“All very untrue things! He made me look like some weak girl who was falling at his knees.. no you know what I’m leaving!”

Before your friend could stop you, you darted out the trailer door and sprinted for him. Exactly 23 steps later your fist pounded at his trailer, you didn’t wait for him to answer and stormed in.

Drew stood in the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half, steam filling the very small shower. Both Chase and Austin sat on the couch staring at you with wide eyes, the sound of the PlayStation in the background echoed through the deafening silence from the four of you.

“What’s up y/n?” Drew sang, giving you his famous boy next door grin. You just wanted to rip his face off but also kiss his face off.

“How dare you?!” You yelled, Drew’s eyes creased together in the middle as he looked at you in confusion. “Want to enlighten me on what I’ve done now sweetcheeks?” He chuckled, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door. Your eyes dropped for only a moment when a bead of water ran down his chest and dissolved into the towel.

He gave you a knowing look that you shook off. “What’s all that shit you said in the interview?” You questioned, he let out a throaty laugh. Almost a cackle. This had you wild, you stormed towards him with curled fists at your side. “Don’t laugh! You made me out to be some weak girl, talking about how I’m the main person who laughs at your jokes on set, that I always get emotional at old couples!” You shouted, the old couple remark was true.

You did get emotional BUT that didn’t give him the right to tell people, it’s your personal life, personality. They get what they get, they don’t need to know the deeper version of you.

“Y/n, Come on. I wasn’t doing it out of spite” he stated, he was frustrated now. You always jump on him the second you can, yelling down his throat and making him feel like everything he does is wrong. “I honestly don’t give a shit! Don’t talk about me in interviews again!”

He rolled his eyes and looked over your shoulder at your friends, they had both gotten up ready to bounce. They hated being around when the two of you fought.

“Don’t roll your eyes! God! Drew you're so frustrating!”

“Me?! Me, frustrating? You talk some shit y/n, your always down my throat”

“Because you're always being so difficult!”

“Maybe you should lighten up a little and realize I’m a decent human being and your just angry at the world”

“Fuck you Drew”

“No, fuck you”

It happens in a split second, you're both reaching for each other. Your lips hastily press together, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. His hands cup your jaw, your tongues fight with one another. Even kissing, you have to be fighting.

“That’s our que” you heard from behind you, but you didn’t want to pull away. One of his hands drops from your face, grasping onto your waist he pulls you closer to his body.

“You're still annoying” you breathe, his lips trail down your neck. Sucking at the flesh between your collarbone and throat. Your nails scratched down the length of his back leaving deep red lines.

“You're still a bitch” he bit, pushing you towards the couch. Your back met the cushion with a thump, his body trailed behind closely. Parting your legs so he could slot between them.

You had forgotten he was only in a towel, which now parted giving you the most glorious view of his thick hard cock. “Shit” you whined, practically forcing his body down on yours. His hands bunched up your dress to expose your cotton thong, his cock nudged at your pussy.

“How can someone so annoying be blessed with such a perfect cock” you spoke, his chuckle was muffled by the skin of your chest.

“How can someone so frustrating be so fucking hot” he commented, his mouth left kisses along the apex of your chest. You pushed yourself to sit up, pulling the material of your dress over your head.

You now sat in just your panties, his hands palming at your breasts. “Fuck you” you moaned, his teeth pulling your hardened nub. Suckling at your nipple, while the other hand grabbed your ass cheek. “I’m getting their baby” he whispered, the pet name sending shivers down your spine.

“Touch me”.

His fingers dipped under the material of your panties, sliding his pointer and forefinger between your fold and back up to your clit. “Oh shit, yeah like that” you cried, grinding your pussy into his hand. Slipping his two fingers into your cunt, you bite down on his shoulder as he finger fucked you. Pressing the palm of his hand into your clit at the same time, sending your body into overdrive. “You like that? Of course the little bitch likes to be fingerbanged hm? Been thinking about these fingers inside of you huh?” He grunted, brows creased in the middle. He watched your face intently, the way your mouth dropped opened and you gasped for more breath.

“Answer me!”

“YES yes oh fuck yes! Wanted these fingers in me since I met you” you screamed, his dick twitching at your statement. Your moans bounced off the wall and you were sure everyone could hear.

He abruptly pulled his fingers out of you, a slur of protest fell from your lips. “What the fuck Drew?!”.

“Get up and sit on my cock, quit whining and do what I say for once you little slut”.

The vulgarity to his words had your insides fluttering like a damn school girl, pulling your panties down and straddling his hips.

Reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock, giving him a rough few tugs. “Fuck… what I’d do to have your pretty little mouth around my cock right now.” He groaned, his head arched against the backrest of the couch. You began to slide off him, his hands catching your hips before you could get on your knees.

“Right now I want your tight little cunt to sit on my cock, next time I’ll stuff your throat with my cock and make you eat the angry words that you constantly spit out”.

Your ears pricked up at the next part, unbothered by the way he spoke to you. “Fuck you Drew” you spat, his large hand held the base of his cock for you. The tip of his bright pink head nudged at your opening, you took him in painfully slow. Your eyes rolling back as his cock stretched you wide, your hands pressed against his chest for leverage. “Oh-h… oh” you cried, his cock buried deep within your walls.

He gives you a moment to adjust, eyes staring hard at your expressions. The moment your eyes reopened he was bringing your body up and down on him harshly, causing a string of curse words to slip from your mouth.

Your tits bounced in his face, you finally brought yourself out of the sex daze you had fallen into and moved your hips, grinding against him roughly.

Your fingers wrapped around the base of his throat, his eyes were wild. Dark and full of lust, watching you gnaw at your lip. “That’s it pretty girl, fuck my cock like its best goddamn cock you’ve ever had”.

Your nodding your head in agreement, “the best fucking cock, so big” you cried, unaware you had just agreed to him. You were so drunk on dick, you had forgotten how much he irritated you.

“That’s right, best goddamn cock you’ve had. Show me how much you love it” he ordered, and you obliged. Riding him like your life depended on it, throwing your head back. Your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, his fingers grabbing your waist tightly.

“Fuck! Just like that!” He groaned, his hands caressed your back. Ducking his head to envelope your nipple into his mouth. “Yes yes yes yes yes” you mumbled, your bodies had a light sheen of sweat to it. “Move” he order, pulling you up from his cock only to spin you around. Pushing your knees into the cushion of the couch and thrusting his cock back into you.

“SHIT!” You cried, clawing at the back of the couch. His large hand pushed you down against the couch, putting one of his legs into the couch to give himself a better angle to fuck into you. “Yeah you like it rough huh”.

The angle of his cock had you in tears, overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. “Of course you like it rough, you’re a dirty angry slut” He could feel you where close, the way your pussy walls fluttered around him, reaching around to grasp your neck and pulling out of you. “DREW! You asshole” you cried, the pleasure that had building in your lower stomach fizzled out only to reignite when his fingers closed around your neck.

“Jump”

You did as order and wrapped your legs around him, he slipped his cock back into you. Moving you both just enough so your bum sat against the bench, ruthlessly he fucked into you. Squeezing his finger around your throat, your own hand coming around to grip his wrist, you screamed and cried in pleasure.

“You dirty little slut! Who knew you were more than just a whining bitch” he spat, pressing his lips to yours before you could fight back. Your fingers scratched up and down his back, the only way you could tell him he was an asshole.

“Drew” you warned, your pussy walls pulsating around his cock and you chased your high. “You're gonna come? Go on then pretty girl, come around my cock” he urges.

His hips move faster and deeper, dropping his finger between you to fondle your clit.

“Holy shit! Oh o-oh!” You cried, letting the overwhelming pleasure knock you over. Curling your toes and tightening your legs around him, your pussy pulsated around his cock. Your nails dug deep into his shoulders trying to ground yourself.

He wrapped her arm around your waist tightly and followed suit, coming deep inside of you. “Fuck fuck fucking hell”.

His sweaty forehead met your chest, both your breathing labored. A few moments of silent breaths go by and he pulls away from you, helping you down from the bench.

“This doesn’t mean I suddenly like you” you comment, stepping around him to collect your dress. Rushing into the bathroom to clean yourself up.

A few moments and words to yourself go by and you open the bathroom door; eyes searching the floor for your panties.

“Looking for these?” He questioned as you stepped out, holding onto your thong with his finger like a prize.

“Fuck you”

“Just did”

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[insidekatmind]

Losing Bet- Jobe Bellingham

Wearning: +18, slight smut, english is not my first language.

It was the first of November, and Jobe had accepted his brother Jude’s challenge for the famous "No Nut November". As usual, Jobe was competitive, and losing to his older brother wasn’t an option. However, there was a problem: you

You knew that every time you wore a short dress or threw him a more provocative look, you’d drive him crazy. And while he was striving to stay true to his promise, you seemed to enjoy testing him without even realizing it. At least, that’s what he liked to think.

---

4 November: the beginning of frustration

Jobe was lying on the couch, his PlayStation controller in his hands, but his eyes weren’t fixed on the screen. They were pointed at you. You were wearing a black dress, just above the knees, and you were setting up the table for dinner. The light of the kitchen lit up your body, making your skin shine like silk.

"Can you stop walking back and forth like that?" he popped, without turning away.

You turned around, raised eyebrow. "I’m just setting. Problems?"

"You’re... too close," he muttered, looking down.

You smiled, putting a plate on the table with theatrical slowness. "Too close, Jobe? Don’t tell me this challenge is already weighing on you."

"Absolutely not!" he replied immediately, the tone too defensive to be credible. "It’s just... it’s not easy to concentrate."

"Focus on what? Beat your brother?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, approaching to whisper in his ear. " You know you can’t win, right?"

Jobe swallowed hard. "You’ll see."

---

10 November: tension grows

Things were getting worse. Every innocent gesture of yours seemed to amplify his frustration. One evening, while watching a movie together, you leaned against his chest, playing carelessly with the edges of his sweatshirt. Jobe held his breath, trying to keep calm.

"Is everything okay?" you asked, looking up at him, your innocent eyes staring at him.

"Perfectly," he answered in a husky voice. But the blush on his face betrayed the truth.

"Are you sure? You’re a little... tense," you continued, sliding one hand down his arm.

"I’m fine," he insisted, but his clenched jaw and clenched fists said otherwise. In the end, he stood up sharply. "I must... drink water."

You followed him into the kitchen, watching him lean against the counter, taking a deep breath. "You know, Jobe, you can give up anytime. There is no shame in losing."

He turned to you, dark eyes shining with fierce determination. "I will not lose. Especially against Jude."

"Not to lose to Jude, or not to lose with me around?" you asked him, tilting your head.

Jobe puffed, his hand in his hair. "" You... are the problem."

You smiled, and approached him until you touched his chest. "" Me? I’m not doing anything." You looked straight into his eyes, your voice a whisper. " It’s just me."

---

25 November: the deadline

It was evening, and you were trying on a new dress. When you came out of the bathroom, you found Jobe sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in your hands. As soon as he saw you, his eyes widened.

"What do you think?" you asked, turning slowly. The dress was tight, perfectly wrapping your curves, and your skin shone in the soft light of the room.

"You’re... incredible," he murmured, but there was a note of suffering in his voice.

"Thank you," you replied, moving closer to sit next to him. You kissed his cheek gently, but he did not move. When you tried to pull back, his hand grabbed your wrist.

"You can’t do that," he said, looking at you with a seriousness that made you hold your breath. " You can’t be so... perfect and expect me to stay strong."

"Then surrender," you whisper, your face a few inches from his.

Jobe closed his eyes, struggling with himself. "No. I can’t. I won’t lose to Jude."

"But you’re losing with me," you replied, letting yourself fall gently on his knees, your hands slipping around his neck.

"You don’t play clean," he muttered, his trembling hands stopping on your hips. "And it’s not fair."

"Right?" you bowed your head, your hair touching his face. "It’s not a matter of right or wrong, Jobe. It’s just a matter of what you really want."

At that moment, his determination collapsed. His hands were squeezed around you, and his breath mixed with yours as his lips found yours with an urgency that he had held back for too long.

You started to rub your hand on his cock making him moan loudly while sucking his lip making him moan and making Jobe raise your dress with urgency. You smiled and unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his boxer shorts.

You put a hand around his cock that was very hard and started to saw it and Jobe moaning swearing but stopped your hand. He wanted to hear you, he needed to be inside of you.

You smiled and lined his cock in your pussy and both of you moaned as he tried not to close his eyes feeling like your pussy was squeezing his dick.

"shit, I missed that feeling," said Jobe moaning as he squeezed your ass and started lifting his hips to fuck you.

You moaned and started sucking his neck, driving him crazy. He started moving his hips faster while he occasionally slapped your butt as he grunted.

---

The next day, at breakfast.

Jude walked into the kitchen with a smirk at Jobe’s nipples on his neck. "So, little brother, did you resist?" he said sarcastically

Jobe looked up at you, who was smiling innocently as you drank your coffee. Then he sighed, looking down. "All right, I lost. Are you happy?"

Jude burst out laughing. "I knew it! And you were so sure. I just wonder what made you give in..."

"You’ll never know," said Jobe, glancing at you with a complicity.

Jude smiled and winked at you to thank you for making you laugh*

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober #11

11. Face Sitting // Lingerie // Overstimulation (Wade Wilson x Reader)

“Baby, I promise that so long as I have a face, you’ll always have a place to sit.”

Wade said these words to you right at the beginning of your relationship where you were trying to find the line between old friends and new lovers; when you’d giggle and see his cheeks redden if your fingers brushed together when you were walking side-by-side; when you’d spend long stretches of time just looking at each other and grinning knowing you could kiss whenever you wanted.

Yeah. He’d said these words when you were too many drinks deep at your local bar, dizzy in one of the corner booths, deadpan serious and holding your hand in his. You’d collapsed into a fit of laughter and given him a blowjob in the bathrooms ten minutes later. 

And to this day? He’s kept that promise.

It’s a quiet mid-afternoon. You throw yourself over his lap, pouting and needy. He peers at you from over his PlayStation controller.

“You okay, pookie-pie?”

You wriggle and huff.

“Wade, can you…”

“Yes,” he says immediately, not even needing you to finish the goddamn sentence. He speaks the next words into the mic on his headset: “I’ll be right back, Dopinder. My pookie’s asked me to go and dine at the Y.”

He throws the - far too expensive to be doing that - controller across the coffee table and hauls you over his shoulder, making you yelp and laugh as he bundles you into the bedroom like a goddamn football player. He lays down on the bed and watches in rapture as you step out of your jeans and underwear. 

“You want me to staple the wig on? I know you enjoy having something to grab onto…”

You consider this for a moment before shaking your head. 

“Nah, you’re perfect just the way you are, Wade.”

“Look at me getting Bridget Jones’d over here…” he mutters to try and distract from the rising blush over his scarred skin. Luckily he’s able to be interrupted from the moment of softness when you plant your legs either side of his face and press your cunt onto him.

“Oh fuck that’s it…” he growls into you, hooking an arm around either one of your thighs and tugging you flush against him. His tongue presses against every inch of you it can find, teasing your clit with the tip before sliding all the way down to your other hole. He always eats you messy and it’s incredible. 

“Fuck, Wade. You’re doing so good, baby.”

He loves when you use his face like a toy. Loves knowing how crazy he can drive you. You scratch your fingers along his bare scalp and he goddamn moans against you, rumble of his throat sending vibrations all through your sensitive skin. 

His nose bumps your clit as he presses his tongue inside you and you know you’re reaching your climax. You clamp your thighs down either side of his head with such force that his eyes go wide and his hips ricochet upwards, so wildly taken with you that you’re certain he’s come just from this. You finish all over his face, orgasming on his tongue and letting him drink his way through it.

You flop down onto the bed groaning though heavy breaths. He’s immediately in your space, kissing you so that you can taste yourself on his lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Thanks for interrupting your game,” you sigh. He grins.

“Literally any time you want.”

[bugs1nmybrain]

Mommy's Boy: Shigaraki x Fem!Reader~Mommy Kink~☆•°♡☆°●♡

As always, Minors do NOT interact!

I remember saying how I thought writing Shigaraki fucking you in front of Dabi was out of pocket, but I've pretty much thrown all humility out the window at this point. Upsidaisy.

Updated: Nov 26th, 2023

Traits about the reader: Medium to big boobs, curvy, thick thighs, implied to be either shigaraki's age (20 in this) or older, implied to be on birth control, bad at playing video games

Notes: NSFW/smut, mommy kink, sub/switch Shigaraki, fem reader, shy and moody Shigaraki???????, Shigaraki loves boobs, awkward reader and Shigaraki interactions, spanking (reader receiving), tit sucking, vulgar language, mutual masturbation, slight degrading, a sprinkle of praise, hair pulling (Tomura receiving), no condom, reader and Shigaraki play GTA 5 in the beginning, kinda cringe tbh, season 4 era Shigaraki

I know each of my fics always end right after sex I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to get better at some plot after sex because I feel like it's so cliché.

"You suck!"

Unfortunately for you and Shigaraki, there was only one controller for the PlayStation. He had wanted a gaming date but there wasn't much you two could do together, so you had compromised by taking turns on GTA (story mode by your request).

Tomura watched as you continued to knock into every car in your line of view. You'd back out of a car you had hit only to knock into another. When you finally made it to a mission that required shooting, you were doing halfway ok, but only because of the auto-aim mechanics to be completely honest. However, the cops just showed up, and now it was you (Trevor), Franklin, and Lamar against a shit load of police. Shigaraki hoped and prayed you'd start catching on, but you just kept on dying.

"GTA 5 is easy! How are you fucking up this bad?" Shigaraki ponders in a near-genuine tone.

"It's been a while! I haven't played for maybe over 6 months."

"It's not even hard whatsoever, I don't get this. Give me a turn."

"You played like 4 minutes ago."

"Yes, but you're bad at this and it's making my head hurt. Give me that stupid controller," Tomura, without your input, snatches the controller out of your hand and plows through the mission for you with ease. You slouch on his shoulder and mope, your feelings hurt by your own pathetic gaming abilities.

"Maybe we should do something that we could both do. Why do I want to just sit here and watch you play GTA all night?" You whine. Shiggy responds with an annoyed groan.

"Take it then! It's not my fault you're shit at this. Maybe try a strangers and freaks mission," Shigaraki drops the controller on your lap. You breathe in and set your waypoint to Vinewood Boulevard. Tomura observes you drive so cautiously that it's almost worse to watch you drive so slow than to smash into cars.

Tomura sighs in agitation and slumps his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your soft tummy and burying his face in the crook of your neck. He hugs you tight as he watches you fuck up your game and turns his attention away from your awful playthrough to something that he'd consider you to take more pride in.

Tomura glances at the v-neck of your black shirt that looked like his, only short-sleeved. He allows himself to look at your tits while you're distracted. He's had some pretty good self-restraint today, he'd say, as the push-up you were wearing was driving him fucking crazy. They looked so hot and the complexion of your skin gave them a lovely glow. He felt like a pathetic little bitchboy, wanting nothing more than to touch them and bury his face in your tits. It was a good thing you were so distracted by GTA because he was scoping the terrain out to plot his next move.

He felt embarrassed. The two of you have had sex many times, but he still felt annoying to want to appreciate your tits. Would he seem like a little bitch with mommy issues or something? Oh well, you were his girlfriend, right? If you didn't like it then you'd need to find a better toy to play with, though the thought fueled his blood because Shigaraki hadn't ever found anyone that took interest in him like you did.

There was no helping it. He was already growing a boner and you were already feeling it press against your ass as you sat in his lap.

"Tomura?"

He felt a shock surge through him, knowing full well why you were calling his name. So he didn't answer.

"Tomura, are you okay?" You giggle teasingly.

Don't do this to him, he thought. This was supposed to be a simple gaming night. But who was he kidding? 9 times out of 10 your dates ended in kind of sex.

"What gives you the impression that I'm not?" He says in an embarrassed tone. Was he feeling flustered? Cutie.

"Because something's poking me."

"Haha."

You laugh, a little surprised that he's not trying to come back with some cocky monologue like he always does. You turn around to face him to see the cutest scowl on his face. He's clearly frustrated and the boner in his pants only makes it cuter. You take it upon yourself to straddle his lap, resting on his thin frame with your thick thighs. The outline of your crotch presses against his bulge and he grunts in response.

"What's wrong, Tomura?" You coo at him and begin stroking his hair tenderly. You're going to kill him, he swears. His gaze stays stuck on the TV screen as your player stands outside of the Los Santos hospital, but you turn his face to look at you instead. "Why are you being so moody?"

"Your tits have been distracting me all day," he pouts with a flustered face, his eyes now making their way toward your cleavage.

The immediate cackle you respond with almost softens Shiggy's cock all the way, feeling insulted.

"I'm serious," he says with a grumpy voice.

"Really? Is that all, baby?" You smirk with a nurturing voice.

"Pretty much."

Taking Tomura's neck, you kiss his nape gently. He cups your hips with his hands, leaving some fingers up so as to not harm the only person who has both shown him love as well as not piss him off to no end (well, for the most part). You begin grinding on his cock which creates heavy, frustrated sighs from him.

You continue to play with Tomura's hair, messaging his scalp in between your fingers. He tilts his head backwards with a drawn-out whine as if he hasn't been touched in his whole life. That notion wasn't entirely false, before you Tomura hadn't received physical affection like this from anyone and assumed he never would because of his quirk. You were such a lucky catch for him. Maybe it was why he was hesitant to say his needs, he was scared he'd weird you out and that you'd ditch him.

Damn, when did he start caring about how somebody else would feel about his actions?

"What's wrong?" You ask caringly.

"I told you what's wrong."

"Oh, right. What can I do to make it better?"

"Mm.." Shigaraki stares at your chest and back up to you, hoping that you would pick up on his desires without him having to say it. He felt so cringy right now, like a little subby boy begging for access to your tits.

He gives up on trying to be nice when you continue to play dumb. You were doing it on purpose, for sure. A part of you loved seeing Tomura shy and polite like this, as he was usually so abrasive. He tugs on the V of your shirt and whispers in your ear, "are you too numb to get the idea?"

"And what's that?" You banter.

"Bitch. What am I supposed to tell you? That I want to suck on your tits?"

"Is that what you want?"

"Shut up!!"

"It's okay," You laugh. "You don't have to be embarrassed. I know you've got mommy issues."

"What of it? Is that a problem for you?"

"No," you giggle. "Do you need me to spoil you, baby?"

"Ew."

"I'm trying."

Tomura cackles, his broody demeanor. He squeezes your love handles and buries his face in your neck again.

"It's not my fault that you've got the body of a MILF. How am I supposed to react?"

"Wow, what a compliment."

"It is a compliment," Shigaraki snickers as he begins kissing your neck and down your chest. His hands travel from your love handles up to your waist, gripping like his life depended on it. "So, are you going to let me indulge or what?"

You giggle are stroke his long hair as he hums in question, embarrassed by his request, but somehow honored.

"Knock yourself out."

"Mmm, thank you mommy.."

"Oh my god you didn't just say that."

"Just roll with it."

Shigaraki takes a finger and tugs at your V-neck, but is disappointed at your bra. He reaches underneath to unclasp the back and yanks it out from your shirt. His attention focuses back on your tits. Tomura pulls your collar down to reveal one. He wastes no time and begins sucking tenderly. You can feel his cock growing more inside his pants, so you start grinding on the fabric, causing him to grunt while your tit is in his mouth.

Tomura pulls the other breast out from your shirt, taking a moment to gawk at them before going for the other. He teases your other nipple with his fingers. You hadn't realized how sensitive your tits really were as his tongue was flickering against your nipple causing a dripping arousal to seep through your underwear. You whine at the pleasure.

"Is this making you feel good baby?" You ask sultrily to Tomura. He responds with an eager "Mhm" and continues sucking. After what seemed like forever he lifts his head up and pulls your face down to kiss him, his saliva-coated mouth being a lovely adhesive between your lips.

"Your tits are so cute, mommy.."

"When did I consent to this mommy treatment?" You giggle.

"You're literally the one who told me I have mommy issues! Don't make me feel like shit for this."

"I'm not!" you laugh. "I'm just teasing."

You kiss him and continue to tug at his hair, "Does my baby boy need mommy to take good care of him?"

"Yes please.."

"Please, who?"

"Please mommy.."

"Mm.." You lift off of his lap and take your leggings and shirt off, leaving your full figure out for him. He puts up a finger to signal "wait" and reaches over to his bag on the floor and pulls out his special gloves. Fuck what would he do without them? He needs his hand condoms if he's gonna thoroughly make love with you.

"You're so sexy," he says, trailing his fingers to your wet cunt as he begins stroking your clit. You whimper in excitement and begin to pull down his pants. His cute cock slips out, standing proud with pre-cum already leaking out from the tip. As he continues toying with your pussy, you stroke his sensitive cock which creates lovely scratchy moans from his throat.

"God..that's it...," Shigaraki his horny, pulsing cock out on your clit, rubbing circles on it rapidly. You moan out lightly, grinding your clit against his fingers to create more friction. You rub his dick in fast as he submissively cries out in pleasure. Your clit twitches in familiar waves of pleasure once he begins sucking on your tit again.

"Is mommy gonna cum?" Tomura teases, releasing his mouth from your breast to only go to the other.

"Mhm!"

The look on his face when you began falling onto him as you came was unlike him. Tomura snickers in pride, pulling you in for a kiss while you kept stroking his cock.

"I think you deserve some privileges," you coo at him, and you sit on his lap yet again.

"I do? Have I been a good boy?"

"Mhm. Very good boy."

You circle your groin around Tomura's leaking cock as he whines out in pleading.

"Please, mommy..."

"Please mommy what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me mommy, pleaaaase...."

With a pleasant hum in your throat, you reach down to rub Tomura's cock, then inserting it inside of your dripping cunt. Tomura groans loudly at your gooey, wet walls and attempts to push his cock deeper into you, begging for you to fuck him. To his satisfaction, to begin to bounce on his cock in rhythm, and Tomura swears you're going to drive him insane.

"Mm..does my baby boy like this? Does he feel good?"

"Fuck, yes...," Shigaraki moans. He watches intently as your tits bounce while you fuck him. He smacks your ass in frustration, shocking you.

"I guess I'm a bad boy, then. Are you gonna punish me?" He chuckles maniacally.

"Tomura, that wasn't very nice of you," you squeal, pulling at his hair in response.

Without speaking you begin bouncing on him in a quicker pace than before. Shigaraki holds around your waist tight as he thrusts, trying to savor every inch of your pussy. You were so fucking tight, but so wet too. Your cunt always made him leak, but tonight it was driving him mad.

"..fuck me...fuck me harder, mommy!"

"MmmMM! Fuck! God, mommy, you're gonna milk me.."

You oblige, hopping on him while you clench your walls, purposely trying to milk him.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me. Cum inside of mommy's pussy."

You definitely didn't have to tell him twice. Tomura sufficates himself into your neck as he holds you tight, fucking you until he finally cums deep. His orgasm is intense and long, as he continues to pump you full of cum for many seconds.

Panting and sweating, Shigaraki kisses you once more before you lift your pussy off of his cock, cum oozing out onto his lap. He snuggles in your arms and you stroke his hair. He whines from his cock that's still throbbing after his orgasm.

"Did that feel good, baby?" You ask with a nurturing tone, kissing his scrunkly forehead.

"Uh-huh...I don't know if I've ever came that hard."

"Mommy told you she'd take good care of you."

"Okay stop it. That shit is over and done with," he laughs and flicks your forehead. You rest your head down on his chest while he holds you tight, breathing heavily as he pets your skin.

"I love you," Tomura says and kisses your head as he yawns, sleepy from his orgasm.

"I love you too, Tomura."

"Next time Daddy's gonna have to do something special for you."

[jsprnt]

gifting your boyfriend flowers because he deserves them

dominik szoboszlai x reader

A/N: based on this request! loved writing this 🫶

W/C: 1.543

your eyes dart from flower to flower. your senses are almost overwhelmed with all types of floral scents as you stand in your local florist shop. pondering over which flowers your boyfriend would love.

you fidget with the small booklet in your hand, flipping through the pages. the symbolism of all different types of flowers written in it.

you read the names and meanings, mentally remembering the options you think will fit together nicely. although, red roses are beautiful and romantic, you wanted to go with something more special. you wanted to put a little more effort in to convey your feelings perfectly.

you adjust your bag, it slung over your shoulders. you had just left work a couple minutes ago, immediately driving to the florist down the block.

you wanted to gift your boyfriend flowers. mostly, because he'd always given you flowers. whether it was a special occasion or not. he would do anything to see a smile forming on your beautiful face. it made him feel warm and fuzzy, his heart almost leaping out of his chest as you showed him how happy you were.

he'd just come back from international break. you were super bummed out about the fact that you couldn't go. so, you kept being a supportive partner and watched every one of his games. you were so proud. he scored in both matches, and you felt like he needed to be shown some love and appreciation for his hard work.

you had read the text messages he sent you earlier. he told you he had landed safely and arrived home already. which made you very eager to get home and back into his muscular arms.

after a good ten minutes of pondering and asking questions to the sweet lady who owns the shop. you finally land on a bouquet of tulips, wax flowers, and carnations. all symbolizing deep love, luck and fascination.

you watch the florist combine the flowers into a gorgeous bouquet. you thank her after paying, walking out of the shop satisfied.

your mind begins wondering to how your boyfriend is going to react to being the one receiving the flowers this time. you step into your car, placing the bouquet on the passenger's seat and begin driving.

you arrive home fairly fast and park your car quickly. you dig your hands into your pocket, grabbing your keys, and enter your home.

it's quiet when you step inside. there is no actual sign dominik is home, except the fact that his black puffer jacket was hung up on the coat hanger.

you can almost predict he's sitting on the couch, playing a game on the PlayStation. he loved playing cod, the game was very violent in nature, but it was his favorite way to cope with his stress and worries. especially, when you cuddled up next to him or on his lap.

when he was away for days, he craved pressing sweet kisses on your face. he adored wrapping an arm around you, loving the way your skin felt on his.

you take your jacket off, hanging it up, and place your bag on the kitchen island. you look around carefully, looking for dominik.

you hold the pretty bouquet behind your back, confused when you don't spot him in the living room. you decide to take your chances and walk upstairs.

you frown as you can't hear a single indication he's home, so you wander into your shared bedroom. you peek your head inside, stepping through the doorway.

you jump back suddenly when a pink bouquet of tulips is shoved into your surprised face. you gasp in disbelief, eyes widening.

you look up from the gorgeous flowers, making eye contact with your sweet boyfriend. a smile plastered on his face, his hair a damp, wavy mess.

"hi, szerelmem.." (my love)

he says, voice thick with emotion and love. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your lips.

you reach up to clutch his white t-shirt, pulling him closer to yourself. his beard scratches against your skin, but that's the least of your worries. the feeling of kissing your boyfriend after so many days apart is the only thing on your mind.

his hand with the bouquet inches behind your back. the soft rustling of both bouquets when they touch peeks his interest. he hums against your lips for a moment, pulling away.

"what do you have behind your back?"

he asks, moving his head to take a look.

you tighten your grip on the flowers, smiling at the fact that you'd both thought of gifting each other flowers.

you slowly reveal the custom-made bouquet to him. a huge smile forming on his handsome face.

"What are these for, szívem?" (my heart)

you didn't know his smile could get any wider, but he proves you wrong when you watch him cheese and melt over how cute you are.

"I thought it would be romantic.."

you answer, grinning from ear to ear. both bouquets held up next to each other.

he chuckles, pulling you close again and planting a sweet kiss on the tip of your nose. your eyes flutter at the gesture, and you scrunch your nose after.

"you're cute, so cute.."

he mumbles, watching you reach up. you run a hand through his damp hair, messy waves sitting on top of his head. indicating he just got out of the shower.

your favorite look on him, by far.

"Let's put them in vases?"

you suggest, making him nod. the both of you walking towards the kitchen to prep the flowers for the vases.

you both settle on the couch after a while, both bouquets sitting in their separate vase, on the coffee table for now.

dominik grabs you by your waist, guiding you to sit on his lap. you do, without hesitation, wrapping your arms around him.

"don't you want to tell me which flowers you got me, édesem?" (honey)

you nod eagerly, ready to describe the meaning of each flower. wanting to tell him how much effort you put into assembling the flowers.

"Okay, so the pink tulips- you already know that one. it means- deep love and affection.."

you begin rambling, unbeknownst to you. he doesn't stop you, though. his hands run up and down your thighs, listening intently to your voice, a sound he couldn't get enough of.

you don't notice the look he's giving you, too occupied with your story, but he's absolutely hypnotized by your beauty.

how your eyes move and dart away, how your lips curl up into a smile, how you raise your brows and use your hands when explaining something you’re passionate about.

"..and obviously, you always get me flowers- so I thought you deserved them too.."

you finish your story, taking a deep breath since you talked absurdly long and fast.

"I missed you.."

he suddenly whispers, the movement of his hands on your thighs stopping. instead he moves his hands to your back, pulling you flush against his body.

you hum in surprise, pressing your face against his chest. his musky body wash and aftershave is a very manly, but comforting scent to you.

"me too, I'm happy you’re back, baby.."

he hums, the rumble of his chest making you smile.

"you liked the flowers, right?"

he asks, already knowing your answer, but he loved hearing you verbally tell him how you felt.

"of course, I do.. but you stole my idea with the tulips.."

you joke, chuckling at his confused expression.

"I'm sorry. how can I be forgiven, lelkem?” (my soul)

he asks, smirk playing on his lips. his eyes are narrow when he looks at you. you raise your head, making eye contact with him from an intimate angle.

"cuddle?"

your request is simple, no beating around the bush. you had missed his touch, the feeling of safety he gave you, and especially his voice.

"alright, drágám.." (my precious..)

he says, lifting you up from your position on his lap. he holds you tightly as he walks you to your bedroom.

he playfully throws you onto the bed, walking away for a moment to collect the now full vases. placing each other’s gift on the respective nightstand.

you watch him intently, patting his side of the bed to call him over. he grins at you, lying down beside you, his hand sliding underneath your shirt.

"how was work?"

he asks as you play with his dark brown hair. his eyes roam on your face as if to remember every single inch of it.

“tiring, I’m hungry though..”

he rubs your back, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“how about we do a little date night?” he suggests, hand tracing the middle of your back.

“for what?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long. i want to take my szép édesem out..” (pretty sweetheart)

“Where to?”

you ask, your stomach growling at the thought of going out for delicious food.

“you’ll see, can you get ready in- an hour?”

you nod excitedly, pressing multiple kisses on his face before scrambling out of bed and into your closet. you hear a loud laugh behind you, your boyfriend watching your figure disappear as you get excited over your clothing options.

[euphoricfilter]

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

☆ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

when two brains collide

tags/ warnings: games designer! jungkook, non, idol au, established relationship, fluff !!!!!!, christmas!!!! :D

word count: 1.1k

notes: merry christmas!!!! technically this can be read as a standalone :D

☆ epic crazy callob with @bonny-kookoo 💞 ☆

☆ series masterlist

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neither you nor jungkook remember exactly when your christmas eve tradition had began. the both of you could never keep a secret from one another. there was always the unbridled excitement the both of you had, impatient for the other to see what you’d gotten them.

and so, the solution: the both of you would exchange one gift on christmas eve.

the first year it happened, jungkook had gotten a little overzealous, half your christmas presents opened hours before christmas day. you had to be the one to stop it, realisation dawning on you the moment you’d seen how much wrapping paper was tucked in both your laps.

jungkook hadn’t been happy you’d stopped, bottom lip pouty and mood all mushy sad. because as much as he loved everything you bought him, there was this strange sort of joy he found in simply watching you carefully unwrap your gifts.

the second year of your tradition had been you. because the playstation jungkook had wanted arrived the morning of christmas eve and you had to keep it a secret all day. pure buzzing excitement fizzing beneath your skin for hours as you stashed it under the bed.

and you simply couldn’t help yourself. so of course you had to give it to him before the words slipped off your tongue and the surprise was ruined.

by the third year the both of you made an active effort to slip it into your other christmas eve festivities.

“jungkook, quick” you call out to him from the other room, “ELF is on soon and we can’t miss it”

he peeks his head round the doorframe of your bedroom, “i’ll get the DVD out if we miss it”

your eyebrows narrow at him, “it’s not the same as us watching it when it comes on the TV”

“we have to sit through ads though” he murmurs.

“yes, but” you give him a pointed look, “that’s part of the charm, plus, they tell you what’s on tomorrow for christmas day”

jungkook’s nose scrunches up, “i’ll be quick, i forgot to write out your card”

you lean your head back on the seat of the couch, hand patting around the carpet for the remote to turn the TV down, ears straining to hear jungkook shuffling around the bedroom.

he’s quick to slip back into the living room.

you don’t miss the rattle of the box as he sits down, nor do you miss the similar shape and size to your own gift.

you look down at the box sat in your own lap, then back over at jungkook’s gift.

“okay” he claps, “i think you’re gonna love my gift” he beams, and you can’t help the prickly suspicion that flitters up your spine making you sit up a little straighter.

“i think you might love mine” a smile quirks onto your lips.

jungkook places his box between the both of you, gift rattling in its box. and it isn’t until you place his gift next to yours— same little rattle reverberating into the room, does his mind seem to catch up with yours.

“oh” he blinks, pointing to both your gifts then between the both of you.

“there’s no way” you giggle, feet kicking out a little.

“holy shit what if we actually got each other the same gift?” his eyes are wide

“we’ll if you got me, what i got you then there might be a slight issue” you tell him

he nods, “no because… if you got me, what i got you then we definitely will have a problem”

you can’t help the bubbly laughter that spills from your lips, jungkook mirroring your joy.

you push yourself up onto your knees, excitement all encompassing as you kneel over the gifts, arms wrapping around jungkook’s shoulders as the both of you bask in the joy of the other.

“you’re really gonna like my gift” he tells you, lips pressing against your cheek, kiss feather light as another wave of bubbly joy spills from his lips.

“i know because i showed you a photo” you giggle, flopping down into his lap when he opens his thighs a little wider.

your back presses against his chest, quick to pick up the gift you wrapped, handing it to jungkook, who holds it in your lap as you pick up your own gift.

you have to bite your bottom lip to stop another wave of giggles, head tilting to look up at jungkook.

“i love you” he says, a reminder. though you doubt you’d ever be able to truly forget.

“i love you more than i’ll ever be able to say”

his hands leave the wrapped gift, instead holding both your cheeks, pulling you into a kiss.

your attention flickers back to the TV when ELF starts playing, your hand slapping against his thigh “quick! the film is starting”

he hums, fingers pulling apart the wrapping paper, as you do the same.

another laugh rumbles through your chest when you see the familiar little box, the exact same you had for jungkook.

“i think we truly share the same mind” he says as he opens the box, his own gravely laughter vibrating against your back as he sees what it was.

you tilt your head to look up at him, the brightest smile on your face “you really do listen to all the things i like”

“of course, baby” he beams, “you’re not disappointed we got each other the same gift?”

you shake your head, fingers tracing over the silver bracelet. it had only been a fleeting moment, a quick tilt of your screen in jungkook’s direction to show him the cute promise bracelets, magnetic heart charms hung prettily.

his eyes had flickered down to see you’d saved the post, enough incentive for him to find it and get it as a gift.

you pick one of the bracelets from your box, “give me your hand please” you say. and he does.

“you have this one” you clasp it around his wrist, “and i’ll have this one” you take the other bracelet out of his own box.

“why don’t you just put both the ones from your box on?” he smiles.

“because it’s principle. we’re meant to have one each… now you have the other one, and i have this one” you take the second bracelet from your box, “and now we have one each from each other, just like they’re supposed to be”

his lifts up your hand interlacing your fingers as the magnets snap together, completing the little hearts.

“it’s so perfect” you whisper, utterly enamoured by the little charms.

“merry christmas, my love” he leans his chin on your shoulder, smiling at your interlaced fingers.

“merry christmas, kook” you murmur, knocking your cheek against his forehead.

[chaethewriter]

Jack Champion x gamer gf! reader

J. Champion with a gamer gf headcanons

a gym rat and gamer girl in love.

A/N: incredibly short and silly, because this was just on my mind.

◇ even before he had asked you if he could be your boyfriend, he knew about your gaming addiction— obsession.

◇ no matter where he saw you, your eyes were always set on a screen.

◇ whether that be on your PlayStation, computer or even the Nintendo Switch.

◇ he knew you liked gaming, but when you started dating, he truly got to meet gamer you.

◇ you stayed at his house often, it was almost your second home.

◇ the main reason being: the two of you were glued together.

◇ it doesn't matter what either of you were doing, as long as you did it together.

◇ moments when you sat somewhere with your phone being opened on Genshin, waiting at the gym while he was training.

◇ this also meant your stuff being in his bedroom.

◇ your Nintendo Switch for example.

◇ whenever the two of you were free from any work and college, you would be lying down on the bed, resting your head into his lap.

◇ you would be playing any form of tactical strategic game as he ran his fingers through your hair.

◇ he would watch the way your nose scrunched up as you glared at the screen to figure out how to ambush the enemy without getting your team killed.

◇ the movie he had put on the television long forgotten as he watched you in admiration.

◇ he would give commentary as he watched you, asking you things that he saw as he was genuinely interested in the stuff you like.

◇ "babe? What does that icon mean?"

◇ "do you get to dress up your main character?"

◇ "is there a reason why you put the arrow users behind the sword users?"

◇ he knows he might sound dumb, but he was genuinely wondering.

◇ you looked like you knew what you were doing, as if you put all of your energy into it.

◇ it was cute.

"Are you sure I can try? I mean I don't want to ruin your rounds-"

"Jack, babe, it's fine! I will help you." You were playing 'fire emblem three houses' on Jack's lap, but you couldn't help but feel a gaze burning into your skin. You had looked to the side, watching how he watched you with interest. You knew that look, he was curious, eager to try.

So you told him he could.

You were still in his lap, the Switch in his hands as yours were on top of his to guide him.

"What I always do is keep the bow user behind with the healer, before that I usually put mages, then axes and polearms and swords. I usually put cavalry on their own as they're pretty strong. Sometimes I leave them with healers, as they also have another weapon to use so that the cavalry isn't all alone."

He had no idea what you were saying and it was noticeable in the way he was playing.

Attacking a cavalry with a bow user, but he was getting there.

You couldn't tell him off, though. The way he was fully concentrating in the game with his chin resting against the top of your head.

◇ when the two of you were at your home, he would sit you on his lap as he watched you game.

◇ one of his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, his other hand occupied by his phone.

◇ his phone was long forgotten though, as he watched you carry in your valorant match.

◇ you play without a headset when Jack is around so that he doesn't feel closed off or ignored.

◇ this is how he hears the toxicity of Valorant though.

◇ genuinely gets angry when you get insulted.

"Bro, why you assuming aimbot? Not my fault I can actually aim." You groaned into the mic as your fingers aggressively tapped on the WASD keys. You got into yet another toxic match and it was pissing you off.

"Make me a fucking sandwich, fucking bitch."

Now that made Jack furious. The grip on your waist got tighter as he cussed the other player out into the mic. He wouldn't let anyone get off the hook so easily, not when they degraded his girl.

"Who do you think you are, fucker? Treating women like trash? You're so fucking pathetic." His voice was hoarse as he spoke, venom laced into his words.

◇ worries when you play any game that involves communication via the mic after hearing what words are exchanged.

◇ call of duty, apex, valorant.

◇ any shooter games.

◇ he just worries that the words will get to you, but seeing how much you enjoy the game, as well as the way you knew how to reply to such comments he just knew you would be okay.

◇ that wouldn't stop him from being the overprotective boyfriend, though.

◇ eventually, Jack actually wanted to spend his time gaming with you as well.

◇ you were over the moon when he had told you that.

◇ your gym addicted boyfriend? Wanting to learn about the game world?

◇ you knew you had to start easy.

◇ something cute, interactive but romantic.

◇ minecraft.

◇ he knew about minecraft. He had played it a couple times with friends, but that was years ago.

◇ he had bought the game on his phone and you helped him with his own avatar!

◇ fun fact: the name of your shared world is actually your shipname.

◇ he hits all the flowers he can find for you.

◇ his entire inventory is filled with different kinds of flowers.

◇ follows you around like a lost puppy when the two of you go hunting.

◇ wants to be your knight in shining armor, but only has flowers to smack the zombies with.

◇ screamed when a creeper blew up not so far away from him.

◇ gets distracted by the most stupid things he can find.

"do we need this web?"

"rotten flesh? Should I take it?"

"this polar bear reminds me of you babe!"

"babe help! I lose you."

"can you come get me? I think I'm lost."

◇ he loves to spend his time building you guys' house and he acts like that's actually what your house will look like.

◇ "hmm, I actually want the dinner table to be here, since you like sitting down and facing that way, right"

◇ you told him it's just a game, but he wants it to be as accurate as possible.

◇ he squealed when you tamed a cat and called it Butters.

◇ he spends time fixing cute dates in minecraft while you're busy with college: picnics, mini zoos— since he knows you're more of an indoor person.

◇ you thank him with a lot of irl kisses.

◇ all over all, he's trying for you and he enjoys spending time with you, no matter what. <3

◇ BONUS

◇ he is so jealous whenever he catches you playing gacha games.

◇ why? He always catches you drooling at some hot animated characters.

◇ sits far away frowning, arms crossed as he watches you giggling at your phone.

"Babe! I'm the real deal! He doesn't exist!"

◇ he just wants attention, pls tell him you love him. <3

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[moodymelanist]

Would you want to write a fluffy cuddlefuck when they start off spooning but it gets rough fast for nessian

hope you enjoy 🤪 5 days of kinktober left folks!!

“You want to take a nap with me?”

Cassian paused the new Spider-Man game and looked away from the TV, his heart automatically melting at the sight of his girlfriend looking adorably cozy. Nesta was wearing one of his old college football shirts and no pants, but it was so big on her she didn’t need them. He loved seeing her in his clothes, especially when she looked as soft as she did with all her defenses lowered just for him.

“Right now?” Cassian asked.

“You can finish your level first, if you want,” she replied with a little shrug. “I can wait.”

“Give me like ten minutes,” he told her, not quite ready to stop playing but also not wanting to miss out on a chance to snuggle up to her. “I’ll come find you.”

She smiled at him. “Okay.”

Cassian gave himself another few minutes to finish his latest mission in the game before he shut down his PlayStation and went to find Nesta. She was curled up on her side of the bed under a thick blanket, her hair loosely pulled into two braids so it didn’t get tangled while she slept.

“You look cozy,” he said, shrugging out of everything except his underwear. Saturdays were for lounging around the house in pajamas, but he’d always liked cuddling with her in as little clothing as possible.

“That’s what happens when you’re tired,” she said back. Her eyes opened just enough to send him a sleepy glare, one that he returned with a sunny smile. “Come on, I want to be the little spoon.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied playfully. He pulled the blanket back just enough for him to slip under it, his arms automatically pulling her as close as possible so they were pressed back to front. “Mhmm. You’re nice and warm.”

“I’ve been under here for a little,” she answered, her voice already slow and syrupy.

Cassian leaned in and pressed a kiss to the side of Nesta’s throat, deeply content with nuzzling his face into her soft skin. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Nesta mumbled, burrowing her face deeper into her pillow.

They laid in silence for a few minutes, Cassian thoroughly enjoying the way their breathing began to line up. He loved that he could hold Nesta close and just be. She felt so perfect in his arms that he wondered how he’d gotten by without having her there all those years before they’d met.

As content as he was to just lay here and drift off to sleep, though, it seemed his body had other plans.

“Nes,” Cassian whispered, hoping that she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. His dick had a near-Pavlovian response at having her so close and had taken a strong, sudden interest in his current predicament. “You still awake?”

“Mhmm?” Nesta mumbled back.

Thank God she hadn’t fallen asleep yet. “You wanna fool around?”

“What?” she asked, stirring a little in his arms. He had to bite back at moan as she inadvertently rubbed against his quickly-hardening cock.

“Please?” he replied. He shifted the arm wrapped solidly around her waist so he could start rubbing aimless patterns into her stomach, and if his hand happened to brush the undersides of her breasts, it was a happy accident. “Just the tip?”

“What are we, fourteen?” she fired back. She inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed over her a hard nipple. “If you want something, ask for it properly.”

“Please let me fuck you,” he responded, starting to press wet, open-mouthed kisses to the side of her throat. If she really wanted to take her nap he’d fuck right off, but he had a feeling they were both about to get lucky. “I’ll do all the work. Promise.”

Nesta let him feel her up for a few more seconds before she turned over her shoulder and kissed him, her tongue hot and insistent against his. “Fine. But I’m getting my nap after this or else.”

“I’ll put you to sleep, sweetheart,” Cassian promised smugly. He leaned in for another filthy kiss and rocked his hips against hers, a promise of exactly what was to come. “How do you want it?”

“I thought you were doing all the work,” she retorted with a roll of her eyes.

“I can’t ask a question?” he fired back. “You must want it hard with all that attitude, hmm?”

Nesta turned back around, her head hitting her pillow with an exaggerated huff. “Whatever you say.”

“Brat,” Cassian teased affectionately, reaching down to tug at her underwear. “You gonna help me get these off you?”

“I guess,” she replied. Between her wiggling hips and his eager hands, the two of them managed to get her underwear off.

His hand slipped between her legs and found her clit with practiced ease, his cock practically throbbing as he discovered how wet she was. “All this for me, sweetheart?”

“I don’t see anyone else aro — oh,” she answered, her moan cutting off her snarky reply.

“What did you say?” he asked a touch too innocently. Even though she couldn’t see it, he couldn’t help his smirk. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Fuck you,” she panted, grinding against his fingers.

“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” he said. He shifted his fingers lower and plunged one inside her, then two. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“I’d be even wetter if you put your cock where it belonged already,” she said back, rocking against his fingers with a gasp. “Any — oh, fuck, Cassian — any day now.”

“Thought you wanted to nap,” Cassian replied. He pulled out his fingers and she automatically lifted her left leg to give him better access; they’d fucked like this so many times neither of them had to really think about how to move their bodies accordingly.

Nesta was practically panting as he took his cock out through the hole in his boxers and rubbed it against her cunt from behind. “Please don’t make me beg.”

“Why not? It’s my favorite thing to make that pretty little mouth do,” he told her cheekily. He quickly amended himself, adding, “Well. My second favorite thing.”

“This was your idea,” she retorted, reaching down to help guide his cock to her entrance.

“You’re thinking way too hard right now, sweetheart.” Cassian groaned as he finally got the angle right and thrusted inside Nesta, her little gasp like music to his ears. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Move, move, come on,” Nesta demanded breathily. “Cassian.”

As much as he liked to tease her, she felt too good around him for him to stay still. He grabbed her leg behind her knee and used it as leverage to fuck into her, already half out of his mind with how tight and hot and wet her cunt was around him.

“Thought you didn’t want to beg,” he replied, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in.

“Can’t help it,” she answered. One of her hands dipped between her legs and he wished he could watch her play with herself, but there were only so many things he could do at once. “You make me fucking insane.”

“Yeah?” he panted, a little out of breath from the hard pace he’d set. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me,” she responded. Her breath was coming hard and fast now, and from the way they were rocking together, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer for either of them.

“You’re all I think about,” he started, all his favorite things about her flashing through his mind like a greatest hits montage. Her smile, her laugh, the way she looked in his favorite lingerie, how his name sounded coming out of her mouth. He loved her so much it hurt, but this wasn’t the time to turn into a giant sap. “You’re a giant fucking tease, Nes. You know how much I think about your perfect cunt? How good you look taking my cock?”

“Oh, fuck,” Nesta moaned.

Cassian wasn’t finished, his words running together as he thrusted in and out of her as hard and fast as he could. “Wish I could just bend you over whenever I wanted and make you take it—”

Nesta cried out and clenched hard around Cassian as she came, and the feeling of her coming on his cock yanked him right over the edge with her. He buried himself to the hilt as his orgasm hit him, leaning forward and sucking a hickey into the closest bit of skin he could reach, some primal urge demanding he mark her as his.

“Just the tip, he said,” Nesta grumbled after a few minutes. She was still laying on her side while he’d rolled onto his back, both of them still catching their breath. “I can’t stand you.”

“Isn’t that why you’re lying down?” Cassian asked cheekily.

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[kentosbabes]

Hope your day went well, love!

I wanna see something like brother’s best friend eren w/ y/n

Your writings are my favorite thing to readdd <3

Thank you so much!!!!!

Eren who has been best friends with your brother Jean since pre-school. Your house became his second home, from coming over just to play on Jean's PlayStation to spending over 3 days at your house. Your parents loved him, but his sweet reputation was only held in your house, to everyone else he was bad news. Eren was well known for his house parties and his relations with girls. yet to you, he was still the sweet boy who fought your bullies and played Mario kart with you.

Eren who talked to you more as you got older. He makes sure that you're included in whatever he and Jean are doing. Jean always saw it as Eren just wanting you to not feel excluded, never did he even think it was because his best friend preferred his sister to himself. Eren somehow managed to convince Jean to give him your number, and ever since he's constantly messaging you. He doesn't care what people think about him, but when it comes to you he wants to be that kind caring person who you know him as.

Eren who offered to take you to school one day when Jean was sick. What you didn't expect was him to pull up on a Motorcycle. He waves at you as you stand by your window shaking you head at him. "Bye Jean" you shout as you close the door and begin walking to Eren. He's leaning against the bike with his helmet in hand, his hair is pulled into a messy bun and his lips are pulled into a wide smile. "I'm not getting on that Eren" you state with your hands on you hips.

Eren who doesn't take no for an answer and just places a helmet on your head and helps you onto the bike behind him. "hold on tight baby" he says grabbing your hands and placing them tight around his waist. You can feel the hard muscle underneath his shirt, and you know Eren is smirking so hard as you practically feel him up.

Eren who walks you to your class after the ride. "Eren why are so many people staring at us," you ask peering up at him as you both walk down the corridor with his arm around your shoulder. His frame towers over you and his green eyes pierce into your own. "their just jealous love" he says still looking down mesmerized by your so innocent eyes that make him feel giddy.

Eren who takes you home after school, his excuse being its on his way but realistically he just wants to feel your hands on his skin again. Eren often looks back at you making sure that you’re okay, smiling at how you have nuzzled into his back with your hands tightly wrapped around him.

Eren who mentions the party he’s hosting later that night. He knows you’ll probably say no so when you nod your head his eyes widen and a smile covers his face. “I’ll see you later then Eren, thanks for the ride” you say walking towards your front door. “It’s no problem anytime. I mean it anytime you need call me”

Eren who can barely control himself when he sees you. You’re in a tight dress doing all the right things, your ass practically falling out the bottom. he knows he shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts that come into his mind, but he doesn’t care when he sees guys coming up to you clearly hitting on you.

Eren who’s vision focuses in on you and he strides towards you when he sees some guy throw his hand over your shoulder. His own arm replacing the other guys throwing it to the side with disgust. “hey man I didn’t know” the guy says before walking away. you look up at Eren with a confused expression which quickly turns happy n when you notice it’s him. “Eren” you squeal wrapping your arms around him “ I couldn’t find you I’ve been looking for ages”. “I’m right here ma”.

Eren who finds himself pouring you a drink and watching as you take your first sip. “nice?” he asks. your sour expression says it all “nuh uh I don’t like the taste”. Eren chuckles, your innocence showing only making him more turned on. He looks behind you watching Jean make out with some girl, the perfect chance for him to grab onto your wrist and guide you to his room without your brother knowing a thing.

Eren who stands with his hands on your waist as you look up at him. Your lips glisten in the light, the gloss enhancing your plump lips that beg to be kissed. Eren is going crazy inside, he doesn't know why he brought you up here he just hated the way people looked at you. He wants you to himself. Your eyes look up into his, and the tension becomes too much. You make the first move, going on the tips of your toes to meet his lips to yours.

Eren who's lips are soft and move against yours in perfect synchronicity. His hands stay firmly on your waist as yours tangle in his hair and pull him close by his neck. He bends down slightly moving his lips down your neck and sucking on your skin. "I've wanted to do this for so long you don't understand" he mumbles pulling you closer to him. You can only mumble incoherent words and nod your head in response, the feeling of Eren's lips finally on your skin being too much for you to think of anything else.

Eren who picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His eyes burned into yours. "you wanna keep going baby?" he asks as he begins to kiss up your jaw. "mhm, only if this isn't a one-time thing" you say making sure he understands you won't be one of his playgirls. "don't worry your pretty head about that, I got you,

you've always been mine"

Masterlist

[ev-angelie]

Rosekiller muggle au *part 1*

In the summer of 2009, the small town somewhere in London buzzed with the energy of long, sun-soaked days and the promise of endless adventures.

Barty and Evan first met on a warm spring afternoon, where their fathers had just formed a business partnership. As the two men shook hands and discussed plans, their sons exchanged curious glances. Barty, with his wild black hair and mischievous black eyes, was the first to break the silence.

“Hey, do you have the new playstation?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.

Evan, a bit shy but eager to make a friend, nodded. “Yeah, wanna play?.”

That was all it took. From that day on, the boys became inseparable. Every weekend, as their fathers conducted business meetings at the Crouch house, Barty and Evan retreated to Barty’s room, where they lost themselves in the colorful chaos of video games and preteen drama. The room echoed with laughter and playful banter, their bond growing stronger each day.

Evan,was a smaller child, shy and more reserved, in Barty he found a source of courage and adventure. Barty’s reckless enthusiasm and daring spirit were the perfect counterbalance to Evan’s quieter nature. Barty, in turn, admired Evan’s everything. From his creativity to his love for Gta. Barty found in Evan a sense of peace in contrast to his not so calm personality.

Outside of their gaming marathons, they learned to skate together, spending countless hours in the driveway, falling and getting up, each time a little better than before. Evan’s curly hair would swing with each movement, his dark skin glistening with sweat, while Barty’s pale face lit up with every new trick they mastered. With every bloody knee or bruised elbow they felt the friendship becoming something more like a brotherhood.

Their friendship was a haven, a world where they could be themselves without fear of judgment. It was in these moments that Barty and Evan became more than friends—they became brothers in spirit, their bond unbreakable.

Every weekend followed a familiar pattern. Early Saturday mornings, Evan would arrive at the Crouch house, his face lighting up at the sight of Barty waiting for him by the door. They would spend the morning immersed in their favorite games, the hours slipping by unnoticed as they laughed and competed.

By noon, they would take a break, often grabbing snacks from the kitchen and lounging in the backyard. Barty’s crazy ideas often led them on crazy adventures, from building makeshift ramps for their skateboards to imagining wild stories where they were heroes on a quest.

After lunch, they would sometimes venture into town, exploring the local shops and parks, their conversations ranging from dreams of the future to the latest game strategies. Evan’s quiet confidence and Barty’s vibrant energy made them a perfect duo, balancing each other in a way that felt natural and effortless.

In the evening, Evan would head home for dinner, but not before making plans to return early the next day. Sunday mornings were much the same, filled with laughter, games, and the comfort of their friendship. By the afternoon, as the business meetings wrapped up, Evan would leave, promising to be back the next weekend.

These weekends were the highlight of their week, a cherished ritual that brought joy and meaning to their young lives. Little did they know, change was on the horizon, ready to disrupt their perfect routine.

[phthalology]

situation: helping someone remove an accessory/article of clothing/armor/etc. not often removed? (i was thinking of necklaces, but...)

ah, friend, I asked for cute prompts, received many lovely ones including this one, and immediately started writing for you the aftermath of bloody violence. there are some cute parts in this, perhaps. I did not consult my fanfiction medical expert except to say like "I got this," so any mistakes are my own. for anyone who has been following my hfw opinions closely: burning shores exists in my headcanon only under certain conditions. this is one of those conditions. similarly, this story is not in signal-verse, although perhaps if I had written about one sentence longer it would have had to be, since these two need about thirty thousand words of buildup to get to the kissin. shoutout to the playstation cosplay guides, which provided turnarounds and useful information about materials and such.

aloy/sylens, 800 words, pre-ship 

*

Sylens slammed to his knees in the grass, green staining up his pant leg. The verdant jungle colors clashed with blood so red and free-flowing Aloy thought for a moment the machine might have taken off his hand.

Aloy and Sylens had gone to the jungle shore tracing rumors of a surviving Zenith mobile platform. Now, Aloy left her spear in the machine’s guts, seeing by the shudder and collapse that it wouldn’t rise up again, and hit her own knees hard. Craned to see whether she was about to have to figure out a prosthetic for the only person on the planet who could reverse engineer a Zenith shield.

Sylens winced and ripped a strip of cloth off his wrist. Repositioned it to staunch the blood pooling over the back of his hand. His metal brace hung at a broken angle; the machine’s flail had cut up and under the brace, through leather and linen. Aloy’s voice clenched in her throat. This can’t be what kills him. Not after everything. 

She wouldn’t fuss over him, and he wouldn’t want her to. But her throat relaxed when he spoke. “Need to elevate it —“

So he hung his head against the machine’s strange, smooth chassis and stretched his arms up, one hand clasping the other wrist. Closed his eyes and breathed hard. Aloy, breathing hard too and wanting to close her own eyes, started tearing the machine’s wrenched-apart limbs into scrap. Sylens wouldn’t necessarily tell her if he was hurt badly, but she’d be angry if he didn’t, angry that he valued his aloofness more than their shared venture, angry that … well, scared that he’d leave her again. They’d just gotten used to each other. They’d just started sharing meals with Beta at the base.

“Tell me that cut isn’t as bad as it looks,” Aloy finally said, half-way finished with material recovery. 

“It is not as bad as it looks.” Sylens struggled to unpeel tangled cloth from the metal brace as blood dried and turned tacky. 

“Let me help you.”

“The wound shouldn’t be moved now. Surely, you know that much.”

Aloy climbed on top of the machine. Flopped down on her belly and eased his palm off the metal from above. “It’s tangled.”

“I know.”

“Do you mind if I move this?” The brace — a strut from a Ravager, most likely — had nearly fallen loose from the wrappings. 

He sighed, exasperated, and she pulled back. Battlefield care was one thing. But the blood was clotting, the emergency ending, and she hoped to show some respect for him. She wouldn’t help if he didn’t want, out of both that respect and many years of anger. Grudging as it was, their last serious conversation — after her return from the Burning Shores — had left her with a smile and some mutual respect, and had left him working in her room, as comfortable there as he was in his own skin.  

“If you must,” he said.

She untangled the brace, pulling strips of blue linen with it, and tied it to her belt. After that he was quiet and watched her. The leather wrapping hooked around his thumb was ripped down to the big veins at his wrist.

“I have to cut this off,” she said, “Or it’ll stick in the wound.”

Sylens nodded. 

“This angle will make it difficult,” Aloy said, realizing as she spoke. “Put your hand down. The blood is clotting.”

He nodded. With both of them standing in the green clearing she could lay the golden edge of an arrowhead against his wrist and tear. The battlefield healing was nothing new to her — she’d helped other people with wounds after the battle of Meridian, and after some Tenakth or Utaru skirmishes — but since Sylens had always held himself so aloof, it was strange to see the calmness with which he presented the underside of his wrist to her weapon. Aloy found herself holding the back of his hand in the palm of hers to wash the wound. He kept his fingers curled up so as not to touch her. The flail had laid open a thin layer of fat on his lower arm, but at the back just below the first set of piercings, not near the vital veins. She had done all she needed to do now; he could do the rest. But … 

“I have herbs,” she said. “Let me fix this up before we start a long ride back.”

So she packed the wound too, and this let her feel the warm weight of his wrist in her palm for a while longer, let her look at the proportions of him and feel the pulse point under her fingertips. She hadn’t noticed such details before, the hair on his arm or the lines on his palm. All the while he looked at her with the new openness she had seen since he started living at the base, a sort of surprise that softened his face. People think Avad looks regal, Aloy thought, because they’ve never seen Sylens … 

His hand trembled slightly. Aloy had packed the wound all she could. She handed him the brace and the torn linen strips, which he took in a firm left hand. No tremble there at all.