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lheesluv · 3 months ago

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Salty & Sweet (l.hs)

Heeseung shows you just how to spend valentine’s day with him even if it means you’re on your hands and knees for him because… he loves it.

PAIRINGS - soft dom!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE - smut, established relationship

TAGS - smut (mdni), p in v, unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap your willy), blowjob, cum swallowing, deep throat, fingering, bit of fluff, Imk if i missed anything!

WC - 1.7k

A/N — happy valentine’s day lovies ! if you don’t have a valentine (like me) jake says he got us 🤣 this is the last chapter to my wattpad series "My Secret Lover."

You quickly tugged at his sweatpants and pulled them down along with his boxers, pooling at his ankles. "Woah, feisty much?" he teases. You ignored his words and grazed your fingertips on his thighs.

You gave his thigh soft kisses. Licking and nibbling softly until he shifted under your hold. A small smile tugged at your lips when you saw goosebumps erupt on his skin. You rested your head against his thigh and looked up at him.

His eyes looked back at you with lust as he reached his hand out to brush loose hair strands out of your face. "Turned on?" you teased, clearly seeing his leaking tip, red and veiny. Heeseung cupped your jaw, leaning forward. "Suck."

You lifted your head up and leaned in closer. You pressed your tongue flat from the base of his cock to the tip in a long stripe, circling around his slit before repeating the movement. "Stop teasing."

You rolled your eyes and let a glob of spit drop on his tip. You wrapped your hand around his length and started jerking. His hips immediately jerked up in your hold. You leaned down and circled your tongue around his head as you moved your hand up and down his length.

"Y/n– Oh fuck," his words got stuck in his throat the moment you took him in your mouth. You slowly took him as deep as you could, jerking what you couldn't fit. You bobbed your head up and down, licking, sucking, jerking.

His hips thrust up. It made you take him deeper, emitting a gag from you. You dug your nails into his inner thighs, your eyes watering. "Sorry baby, I'm s-sorry, s-so good," Heeseung sighed, his hands threaded in your hair.

Still, you tried to look at him through your wet lashes. The sight of his eyes screwed shut, head thrown back, jaw agape turned you on. It made you want to please him more. Your movements got faster. You fought back the gag and tears, only wanting to please him now.

"G-God, oh, fuck, baby, s-slow down," he whimpers, his grip tightening on your hair. Your throat constantly closes down on him with each gag. You ignored his words as tears streamed down your face. Breathing through your nose and pleasing him was your goal.

Suddenly, he cups your jaw gently and tears you off his cock. "Hey, take it easy, love." His eyes were full of concern, his voice gentle. Your breathing was heavy and uneven. His thumb brushed your tears away as he cooed at you.

"Wanna please you," you said in a small cracked voice. Heeseung cracks a small smile. "You are, babe. Take it easy." You bit on your inner lip and jerked him again. He sucked his breath in at your sudden movement.

You then lowered yourself back on his length, taking him in again. Heeseung took a deep breath in, followed by a sigh. Despite the burning feeling, his deep moans were too addictive and only encouraged you to keep going. The taste of his precum made you hum against him, making him twitch.

"Gonna take it easy, p-promise," he mumbled as he started to control your head movement a bit. "That's it, baby. Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like that," Heeseung groaned, his tip grazing the back of your throat.

You looked up at him again, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You lifted your head up and continued to jerk him off. The wet sound amplified as you jerked him off, his precum mixed with your saliva.

He thrusted up into your hand with a broken moan. "B-Baby." You focused on bringing him to his climax, jerking his length faster. "Fuck, I c-can't. S-So close." Hearing that, you engulfed your mouth around him again.

You sucked hard and bobbed your head up and down, up and down his wet shaft. You kept breathing through your nostrils and let the tears fall. His whines and moans made you squeeze your legs together.

"So good for me, so, so so, fucking good," he cries out, his muscles tightening as you gag around him again. "So pretty like this," he whispers past his grunts, jerking his hips up involuntarily. You kept your cheeks hollow and hummed.

Heeseung's breathing became erratic, and his moans became a higher pitch. "Feel so fucking good, baby, p-please." His praise made you take him deeper. "F-Fuck! G-God, Y/n, I love you, I love you. C-Cumming," he cried out, his fingers gripping your hair tight.

You felt his warm cum spurt into your mouth. You hummed in satisfaction, letting him finish. "Shit," Heeseung mumbled, still dumping his release in your mouth. Once he pulled himself out, he motioned you to open your mouth. "Good girl."

His grip on you loosens, his chest heaving up and down. "Come here," he pats the couch. You got up and cuddled beside him. "Did I do good?" "My good girl, always so good for me," he mumbles, wiping your tears away.

"Do I get a reward for being a good girl?" You asked. Heeseung's demeanor shifted. "A reward?" he repeats. You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.

"What does my pretty girl want, hm?"

You stuffed your face into his chest and mumbled, "Fuck me." "Hm? Couldn't hear you, baby." "Fuck me," you said sternly.

Heeseung chuckles, "Come up." You look up from his chest and meet his eyes. He leans in, capturing your lips in his. He gently pushes you onto your back and pulls down your shorts. His eyes widened, "Is this..." His hand slides up against your stomach, pulling your top up. He stayed silent for a bit and stared, "Take it off."

You sat up and pulled off your top, leaving you in your new lavender lingerie set. His hands rested on your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch. "You planned this, didn't you," he said rather than asking. You only stared back at him with a sly smile. "You sly fox."

"Gonna prep you first," he coos, trailing his fingers between your thighs. You nodded and gripped the cushion of the couch to prepare yourself.

He gently pushes you back and pulls the lacy-thin thong to the side. You felt two of his fingers slide into you, causing you to take a short breath in. He thrusted his fingers in and out at a steady pace and leaned down to kiss you.

"So wet, baby," He teased you with a small smirk. You only whined. The wet sound of your arousal made you embarrassed.

Your breathing became heavy, your eyes squeezed shut. Heeseung kept his eyes on you even if yours were closed every now and then. His lips still ghosted over yours as you let out soft moans and whines.

You gripped his wrist to stop him from thrusting into you as you felt your climax approach. "You were close, babe." Of course, he knew. "Wanna cum with you inside me," you said in a small tone, feeling shy.

Heeseung removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth. He lets out a small hum and adjusts your position on the couch.

He holds his length and rubs his head up and down your sticky slit. He continued this motion — the head of his cock bumping your clit, making the both of you let out a moan.

"Stop t-teasing," you whined. "Be patient," Heeseung demanded, hovering his cock over your hole. He slowly pushed in. The stretch hurt, but it hurt so good. "O-Oh," you gasped, biting your bottom lip. Heeseung groaned once he bottomed out, gripping your waist tightly.

He pulled out halfway and thrusted back in. A loud moan left your lips as your back arched. "M-Mmm, f-fuck, Seungie," you stuttered. "Pussy so good, s-shit," Heeseung mumbles, moving his hips faster gradually.

The sound of your skin slapping together grows louder. Your nails dug into the couch deeper. His arms were wrapped around and under your thighs, pulling you closer to him if it's possible.

The feeling of his cock rubbing back and forth inside you was too overwhelming. Heeseung didn't slow down either, his light gasps getting cut off with deep moans. "Oh, b-baby. So good, so fucking good. I love you, I love you," he rambled on.

A loud high pitched moan escapes your lips when he hits that one spot. His tip ever so bumps your cervix with every deep thrust. You clench around him when your climax approaches, causing him to grunt.

"Hee, baby, I'm c-close, please!" You begged. Soon after three thrusts, you clamped around his cock as your climax hit. Your back was arched, and your grip on the cushion made your knuckles turn white.

Heeseung slowly started moving again, making you mewl from overstimulation. "S-Seung." "I know baby, I-I know. I'm so close, I promise," he says breathily. He thrusts faster, chasing his climax.

"My baby, you're so fucking p-perfect," he rambled, his grip on your thighs tightening. His thrusts soon became sloppy and inconsistent. "F-Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming." He pulls out quickly and jerks himself off, spilling his cum over your stomach.

"Fuck," he sighs, dropping his body on top of yours. You both breathed heavily, trying to regain your breath.

"Happy?" You asked him as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Mhm," he hums into your chest. "Did so good for me, baby." You smiled at his praise and hummed back.

"Come on, let's run a bath," Heeseung says, getting off of you. You sat up and then realized something. "You got cum on my new set!" Heeseung chuckles lightly, "I'll get you another, pussy too good." You smacked him, earning an "ow!" "I'll wash it later!"

He then tucked his arms under your legs and swooped you up in his arms. He carried you to his bathroom, setting you on the counter. He turned on the water for the bath and carried you in. You motioned your hand, telling him to get in with you. With a soft smile, he sat across from you.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love.”

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hanafubukki · 7 months ago

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Pregnancy? 👀 Headcannons? 👀

Please say more.

((Also Hana I'm waiting for two of my asks to be answered wwraaaaaa 🦕))

I love how you guys always enable me 😂🤣💞💞

Apologies Anonie, I have a bunch of asks and I’m also a hoarder 😆 💞 it takes me a while to answer asks because: adult with low energy levels, sometimes I want to think more on an ask, some are quicker to answer than others, the muses have attacked me, etc. etc.

Curious though 👀 which other two asks? Was yours? I don’t think you labeled them with a “🦕” before 🤔 also do you want that as your name? (Unless you’re off anon, then that’s fine if you’re too shy or something 💞💞🫂🫂)

Hopefully in the meantime, these hormonal filled thoughts will do 🫡💞🫶 In hindsight, this is more horny than pregnancy headcanons lolol

Okay so these pregnancy headcannons are in a specific setting.

It’s in the past. (Are we surprised? 😆) You are transported before the fae vs human war. Meleanor and Levan are alive. Lilia is the Right General. And you? You are pregnant. (Think sometimes during first trimester)

You live in the castle with everyone the first week or so, but you’re not comfortable there. While there’s no war, not everyone looks favorably on humans. So, you were sent with Lilia to his cottage. Yes, that cottage. It was a gift by Maleficia to him for becoming the Right General. She gave it to him earlier since you arrived.

The cottage is different from what you remember. It’s not a home yet, but becomes one as the days pass by.

Lilia becomes accustomed to this peace with you. He’s nervous on how to treat you but he gets used to it. You are a big help calming his nerves.

(UTC for nsfwish, the real horny/hormonal thoughts, so stay away if uncomfortable. Also this is cliched but it’s me sooooo��.lolol)

You’re pregnant and you’re horny. Great Sevens, are you frustrated. You pout and try not to let it show. You don’t want to make the General uncomfortable. He’s stubborn and it’s already hard on him with this whole situation.

The fae didn’t know that he could love for Great Seven’s sake! How could you tell him that you wanted to have sex with him? That you were hot and bothered and that he was the one making you this way. Those damn muscles. That sleek figure.

But he knows something is wrong and he asks you and you just…break down. Crying. Saying how you’re just sexually frustrated and you don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Lilia stays silent before plucking you and carrying you to the bedroom. He’s not blind. Do you know the restraint he’s had? You? Someone who loves him? Someone who treats him with such gentle touches. The one that can read him like a book. Whose smile haunts him even in his sleep?

Great Sevens, he was getting jealous of his future self because he has you. The current him? Had to hold back in respect for your wants and comfort. But then you tell him, you wanted him this whole time? His restraint? Gone.

He takes you to the bedroom. Lays you on top of him. You’re staring at him with wide eyes as Lilia tilts his forehead up against yours. Eyes half mast. Corner of his lips tugging upwards.

One hand slips into your hair and the other on your hip. “Go on. Show me. Teach me how to please you.”

He moves his hand and you gasp at how hard he is. You move your hips against his in the pace you prefer as he cups your cheeks. Swallowing your moans. Devouring you.

He won’t allow you to over do it though. He’s still hyper aware of the baby and he’s going to restrain himself back…after a round or two…

He going to make sure you eat and hydrate after for sure. Then both of you are going into the bathtub to soak.

I can see him even call a healer the next day if he left too many marks on you or he’s worried.

Some other domestic moments I thought of included:

Eating a strawberry and it leaves a stain on your lips. Lilia tilts your head up as he kisses you, “I’m addicted to your taste. Take responsibility.”

Shopping at the fae markets with him. You’re covered in a cloak, concealing you’re a human. The vendors are making fun of the General. He’s with a companion? That’s new. Come General, no need to be shy.

Lilia never thought he would want a family. A part of him even now still is confused. But to know in the future, he changes his mind? He can’t help but feel this hope, this yearning. And that surprises him even more, it’s something he’s always wanted but denies himself. During these moments, he just wraps his arms are you. Wishing for time to move quicker, so he could be in the present time with you.

As you see Anonie, this was more horny while pregnant than wholesome pregnant headcanons…whoops 😂😂 but as you can see, well you probably already knew, I am very not normal about him and I need him like I need my vitamins. Daily. 💞🫰🥰

#answered #Anonie ask #deflowered #twst smut #<- kind of?? maybe?? implied?? mostly lol #lilia vanrouge #general lilia vanrouge #general lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twisted wonderland smut #lilia vanrouge smut #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst scenarios

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inkybyl · 3 months ago

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Everybody Gangsta till they gotta take their lil sister to nursery

I’m super ill so I finished some old sketches of a Modern/Gang Family type AU I still wanna flesh out 🫶

Lowkey wanna waffle about the ideas real quick in case I don’t draw them

Below is big brother Wrecker and lil brother Tech I love them.

Basically I had this idea that Hunter (as the eldest) has been looking after Wrecker and his younger twin brothers Tech & Crosshair. Still trying to figure out a way to make this work, but one day their dad, Jango Fett turns up at their door with another pair of toddler twins in his arms, Boba & Omega, and asks Hunter if he can take his new little sister in.

I have a concept dialogue so I’ll just throw it in here 🤣

“And you’ve come all this way just to tell me you’ve got more kids?” Hunter gruffed, leaning on the doorframe with a displeased look on his face while crossing his arms. Jango sighed, running a hand through his curly locks, “I know this isn’t ideal. But- I don’t know where she’d be safest.”

Hunter tilted his head as he stared down at his blonde toddler sister, “Us? You’re just going to dump her on us?” He questioned, feeling his heart rate increase in a flurry of different emotions.

Jango stared down at his daughter with a solemn look, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath, gently squeezing Boba’s hand, “Hunter- there’s no time to explain-“, “No time to explain. Right. Plenty of time to make us and move on like we’re just not here until it’s convenient, apparently.”

Jango stared down at his son, his skull tattoo on full display as Hunter refused to break eye contact. He didn’t have the energy to fight. “… Please…”

Hunter’s head recoiled in shock at the gentle tone in his voice, staring back down at his little sister who kept fiddling with her long-sleeved shirt. “Her name is Omega. She’s a curious one so keep an eye out for that. Where I’m going… it’s no place for her… she needs a family that will look out for her.” He muttered, swallowing in an attempt to moisten his throat. Hunter looked up at his father, his eyes flicking to the floor, “… Why not Rex… or Cody? She’ll be safer with them.” Hunter whispered, turning his head away. Jango shook his subtly, running his hand over Omega’s soft hair, “Just look after her, yeah?” He grumbled, his tough personality returning bit by bit as he realised the tears forming in his eyes.

So yeah!

In terms of Wrecker - he was only a couple years younger than Hunter so he could help out with looking after the twins, Crosshair and Tech. I have a headcanon that Wrecker was incredibly skilled/knowledgable with technology, weapons and electronics, and while Tech was growing up he had a natural talent for those things, but still needed teaching.

Wrecker would teach Tech different skills like building things from scratch, how to disarm or arm a weapon/explosive, etc etc. In terms of this AU, I’m thinking that Tech desperately wanted to impress his older brother by showing him how much he’s learnt from him, but he got a bit ahead of himself.

“Wrecker! You’re back! Come, look at what I’ve built!” Tech joyously exclaimed, pulling his taller brother’s arm through to their garden. Wrecker, back from a work out, was finishing the rest of his drink as he chuckled softly at his little brother’s excitement. “Alright, alright - I’m right behind you.” He playfully shook his head as he ducked out of the way of the doorframe, walking down the steps as Tech sprinted to the other end of their common.

“Stay there, Wrecker! Take a seat on the steps!” Tech ordered with a massive smile, “I know you’re going to love this!”

Wrecker smiled and took a seat on the wooden steps with an audible ‘creak’. “Ooh, am I going to see some fireworks?” Wrecker called over to Tech, squinting to try and see what he was bringing out. Tech pulled out his newest contraption, modelled to look like something Wrecker had tinkered with previously. Wrecker couldn’t inspect the handiwork in detail from where he was sitting, something he would usually like to do before Tech would test his newest experiments.

Tech smiled at his device, it appeared to be a form of firework launcher, possibly to assist the velocity the devices could travel at and reach higher altitudes. He knew how much his older brother loved explosions of different varieties, watching the beautiful combustion of chemicals mix in a stunning array of colours, sound and temperatures.

He ran back and forth to assemble all the remaining parts, grabbing some fireworks along the way, lining them up in his contraption. “I have created a far greater firework launcher, if this works we can create our own larger versions, and if they get launched with enough altitude, the massive blasts will not affect our sight or hearing! We will be able to appreciate the massive blasts by creating a safe distance!” He rambled with a giddy smile, showing Wrecker one of the fireworks from where he was standing.

Wrecker smiled genuinely, but dropped slightly as his gut twisted in discomfort. Something was wrong. “That sounds awesome, Tech. Let me take a look at it before you start pointing that around,” he chuckled, hoping to sound as casual as possible, placing his hand on his knee as he slowly stood up. Tech waved his hands, “No, no, no! I’ve got this!” He cheered, lining up a larger-than-normal firework into his device, he probably custom made it, too.

Wrecker’s stomach began to churn, his voice slipping to the big brother tone, “Tech, let me see it,” he said, beginning to walk over to his younger brother. Tech’s face dropped in disappointment, brows furrowing as he looked down at the creation, before flicking his eyes back to Wrecker. “Wait, Wrecker! I can show you- i-it works! I promise! Look!” Without thinking, Tech activated the device, the fuse being lit instantly as he stepped back to watch it fizzle and crack. Wrecker’s ears could pick up on the irregular sounds of the firework’s fuse burning away, not liking the way Tech’s device groaned and whined in an eerie way.

Wrecker’s pace increased, “Tech, get behind me will ya?” His voice was raised, outstretching his arm towards him with his palm open, “Now.” He could see Tech’s brain start to take everything in all at once, the upset expression on his face, and his hands desperately trying to shake out the tension that’s hit him instantly. The sounds of his experiment started to grow louder and more unstable, the modified firework on the verge of blasting off. “Wrecker- I promise! This one will work! I’ll be able to show you! I’ll—“

Wrecker’s body moved all by itself - barrelling himself towards Tech in one strong push of his heartbeat. The contraption reacted with the firework, the combination of the chemicals and elements combining in a dangerous combustion. Wrecker managed to move Tech before any shrapnel could reach him, shielding him from the blast by his hip, holding him with a bruising-tight grip. Wrecker’s adrenaline was kicked into overdrive, only feeling the pressure and heat from the explosion on the left side of his face and shoulder.

Tech was frozen underneath his brother’s hold, covering his ears while trying to control his breathing before a panic attack could ensue, his brain rattling with multiple thoughts and words whizzing through his head - almost screaming at himself. Time must have gone by because he could hear Wrecker’s laboured breaths, shakily turning his head to stare up at his elder brother. His eyes widened at the blood drops that splattered on his cheeks and goggles, unable to take a breath in at Wrecker’s marred flesh. “W-Wrecker..?”

Wrecker’s eyes were dark and lifeless, not even able to blink as his eyes would twitch up into his eyelids instead. The blast had charred and burned all of the left side of his head, the smell of his skin made bile rise up to Tech’s throat as he could see how the metal shrapnel must have sliced across his nose, eye brow and lips. Wrecker began rocking slightly, his laboured breaths slowing down as he stared down at his little brother. “What.. what’s with you…?” He grunted out, completely unaware to the extent of his injuries, only being able to focus on Tech’s horrified expression before his vision went completely black.

Had these written out and thought I’d share! Very early concept stages ofc, but I love playing with these ideas. After the blast, Wrecker’s ability with his previous interests had dropped significantly apart from his knowledge about weapons and demolitions - and I think after an explosion to the side of your head would alter your physical mental being, possibly keeping him at his juvenile state of mind as he grows up.

But yeah! 💫 if you read all of this, thank you so much! 🫶✨

#the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch fanart #the bad batch fanfiction #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #star wars tbb #tbb wrecker #my art #tbb tech #tbb omega #digital art #the bad batch au #sw tbb fanfic #sw tbb fanart

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 9 months ago

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Finish Line

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Buck x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Notes: Hmmm….. this is a good one🤣🤣 obviously this is not true bdsm care please don’t think it is. But like I really cracked my knuckles with this one like?!! Good work me

“I’m just saying, Age of Extinction was total ass,” You say as you unlock the door to the loft and push it with your shoulder

“No literally! We wasted so much-“

You and Eddie stop at the front door, Buck is on the couch, his head tilted to the side, his face twisted in confusion as he stares at the TV. You do a double take as you’re sure you can clearly hear someone being absolutely railed

With the loudest, fakest, moans any of you have heard

Eddie pushes you the rest of the way in and practically slams the door shut behind you

“Dude?! What are you doing?!”

You set the grocery bags on the counter and come running over to Buck on the couch, a giggling mess.

“Whaaaat is going on??”

“I didn’t mean to pay for this I fucking swear but I did on accident and I was like fuck okay I’ll watch it I paid for it and how the fuck is she doing that?!” He points to the woman on the screen and your mouth drops open. Eddie walks over and covers your eyes

“Buck!! Not in front of the children!”

You slap his hands away from your face and roll your eyes

“I do that pose in yoga anyway” You mutter as you turn to walk away but you’re stopped in your tracks by Eddie putting his arm around your waist and Buck pausing the movie

“I’m sorry, you do what now?”

“I’ve been doing yoga for years” You shrug “That’s called “King Pigeon” I’m pretty sure”

You look it up as Buck hits play and one man absolutely rails her as she sucks off the other guy beneath her

“Yeah see” You show them and they nod slowly

“And you- you can do that?” Buck's voice is a little squeaky

“I mean yeah, it took a long time to be able to do it though!”

“Can-“ Eddie crosses one arm over his torso and bites his knuckles “Can we see it?”

“Sure!” You unbutton your jean shorts and kick them to the side before removing your top

“Can’t do it in those pants and you know I just thought I’d give you a thrill with my shirt off” you wink as you walk over to the side of the entertainment center and grab your yoga mat. Buck pauses the video again and they both focus on you intently as you roll out your mat and do a few stretches

“Alright, one King Pigeon coming up.” You get on your knees and carefully start to bend backward, stretching properly as you get into position. You wiggle your toes as you grab your heels

“Tada!!!”

You hear the shutter of the camera and snort, staying completely still

“You got your pictures?”

“I’m going to draw clothes on you,” Buck says “But holy shit Y/N”

“I can see why he wanted her in that position” Eddie mumbles and you hum softly, your interest peaked

“I heard that Diaz,” you say as you slowly come out of the position, placing your palms flat on the floor as you let the blood in your head go back to where it’s supposed to

“Are we gonna try that position? I feel like we’re gonna try it” Buck says as they both stand over you. You look up, biting your lip and smirking

“Hi” you giggle dumbly and put the tip of your finger in your mouth

“Jesus Christ” Eddie laughs as he walks away “You’re ridiculous”

Buck shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest “I’m horny as fuck and we’re getting nowhere… I think she’s got a great idea here”

Eddie looks at them as he starts putting the groceries away “You always think she’s got a point when she’s on her knees”

You crawl closer to Buck, sliding your hands over his thighs “I’ve got an idea”

Buck looks down at you dreamily “Anything you want Princess”

“I told you not to indulge her” Eddie’s voice comes from the bottom cabinet

“What if we had a little race?”

Buck stops for a second, and so does Eddie. He places his hands on the counter in front of him

“Go on”

“First one to cum wins,” You say, getting up and going to the couch, you drape yourself over it, putting one leg over the back and one foot on the floor, your body on display

Eddie comes over, cracking a beer and handing one to Buck

“You know what I think is a better idea?” He unbuckles his belt with one hand and steps in front of you, nodding at you to help pull his pants down. You lick your lips and do as he says while Buck takes a long swig

“I think whoever cums first loses… the consequences? Well. I think I’ll keep those to myself for now” He cups your chin in his hand, tilting it upward

“That sound good to you?”

Buck comes over and takes your hand, putting it on his belt and you hurriedly undo it, pushing them down over his hips

“O-okay”

Eddie takes the remote and switches over to your guys' favorite video, the one none of you ever make it to the end of. He hooks his thumbs in his boxers, pulling them down slowly, letting his cock spring out. Your mouth is already watering

“So we all go until one of us loses?” Buck does the same, tossing his boxers to the side

“Mhm” you nod slowly, dreaming of just getting your hands on them

Eddie goes to grab lube from upstairs and Buck plops on the couch next to you, reaching over and stroking your thighs

“So like when you lose, I promise I’ll go easy on you”

Your mouth drops open and you slap his hand away “When you lose I promise to give you back your soul once I’m done sucking it out!”

Eddie hands you each a bottle and smirks “When you both lose I promise I won’t laugh”

He sits down in the chair and gets comfy, putting his feet up on the coffee table and hitting play on the movie.

It’s easy at first, keeping your hands off. Buck is the first to break, pouring the lube into his hand and sighing as he grabs his cock, stroking slowly. You giggle and he glares at you, reaching over and smacking your clit. You gasp loudly, snapping your legs shut and bat at his arm

“Eddie!! He’s cheating!!!”

Buck snickers and rolls his eyes “You’re such a fucking baby”

“Your mom’s a fucking baby” You stick your tongue out at him and he’s on you faster than you can blink. He kisses you hard, sinking you further into the couch, and grinds down on you roughly, his cock slipping easily through your folds. You hold him to you for a minute, your eyes rolling back in your head before Eddie clears his throat. You snap back to reality and shove Buck away

“Eddie!!” You shriek and he lets his head fall back against the chair as he bursts out laughing

“Buck that’s totally not fair”

“In theory- hear me out-“ He puts his hands up, pointing at Eddie “I was grinding on her thus also cheating myself”

Your mouth falls open as Eddie shrugs at you “He’s right”

“You guys suck!!” You huff as you turn on your side and start pouting

“I mean we could if you wanted” Buck wriggles his eyebrows and you kick his leg.

It’s another half hour before any of you say anything, and the video is starting to get to your favorite part. You gulp, shifting a little and both Buck and Eddie look over at you for a second

Your hand snakes between your legs and suddenly it’s all both men can look at. Their prized possession, because they both owned you. Mind, body, and soul. Eddie gives Buck a nod and they both let go of their cocks, you’re too busy watching the screen to notice, your fingers working your clit slowly.

It’s your favorite part, when the first guy lays on top of the woman, making out with her before sliding his cock in, he pumps a few times as she moans, the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together. The other guy comes over, rubbing the first guy's ass before sinking his cock inside him. The harder he thrusts into him, the harder the middle guy thrusts into the woman on the bottom. It’s got you practically drooling as they go at it, his hips jackhammering in and out as she screams below them. The top guy pulls out and you’re moaning in time with her as she’s rolled onto the middle guy's chest and he stuffs his cock in her ass now. Your fingers speed up as she’s double penetrated, her eyes shutting as she holds onto the man on top of her, clawing at his back as he plows into her. It drives you crazy when Buck and Eddie fill you like that, stretching you so much you can’t walk the entire next day and they have to carry you

You don’t notice Eddie coming over to sit on the armrest and glaring at you with a predatory gaze. Your leg opens up, your soaked pussy on display for them as you touch yourself, whimpering as you get closer. You slide your fingers through your folds before slipping them into your tight hole, feeling it grip them as you stroke that little spongy spot that makes your toes curl

Buck looks up at Eddie and Eddie looks over at the video, they both know what’s about to happen next and exactly what’s about to happen to you. Buck moves a little, facing you now and crouching down a bit, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey

Because that’s all they ever saw you as most of the time. Prey.

The woman on the screen screams out as she’s cream-pied in both holes by the men at the same time and Buck pounces, ripping your hand away and shoving you flat on your back. Eddie stands over you while Buck’s mouth attaches to your clit, sucking as his fingers plunge in and out of you. Your back arches off the couch as you scream, grinding against Buck’s mouth as he drinks your sweet nectar. Groaning loudly while you cum over his tongue

Your entire body feels like jello as he sets you back down and reaches for Eddie. Eddie gets down on his knees and Buck grabs his chin, spitting in his mouth before kissing him, passing your juices back and forth in a messy kiss

You stare at them, dazed and incredibly satisfied. Not really caring much that you came first

Until you remember.

You don’t know the consequences of losing.

Your heart starts pounding harder for an entirely different reason as you shakily get up

“I-I have to go pee,” You say and Eddie pulls away long enough to give you a look

“Hurry up”

It’s short and demanding as he goes back to kissing Buck, who’s grinding their cocks together.

You take a little more time than necessary, splashing cool water over your face and just trying to get your anxiety to calm down, because what the hell is Eddie about to do, and what is Buck one hundred percent gonna go along with?

You walk out of the bathroom and the boys are gone, you gulp as you look around. You’re just turning around from the kitchen when you look up, Eddie is standing at the top of the stairs. He gives you a little come here motion and you make your way to the bottom of the stairs

“Hi” you wave shyly and he looks down at you, crossing his arms over his chest

“Hello little one” He purrs and you know that voice and that name and god are you fucked. Buck appears next to him, biting his lip

“C’mere Bunny. We just wanna play”

You walk up the stairs slowly, your legs are jelly, your heart is basically in your ass, and you’re starting to sweat.

A nice Eddie is a dangerous Eddie.

A wolf Buck is a dangerous Buck.

“Sir” and “Daddy” let you walk past, eyeing you hungrily as you stare at the bed. The cuffs are hanging there, pink and fluffy, and there’s an assortment of toys at the end of the bed

“Lie down” Eddie instructs and you do as you're told, putting your arms up and looking at Buck as he fastens them. You give him the sweetest, cutest, wettest, eyes you can muster

“Daddy?” You whimper and Buck nearly caves right there before anything is even started

“Don’t you dare! She came up with the game herself!” Eddie yanks Buck away and he tumbles onto the mattress whining

“Why do you have to play so dirty bunny?!”

Eddie finishes tying you down, including carefully tying your legs together which is definitely new

“Is this comfortable?” he asks as he finishes the knot and you nod

“Yes sir… why-“

“That’s the surprise” He interrupts you as Buck messes with some stuff on the bed that you can’t see

“I know this is also a new position, so if you’re that nervous I’d be glad to tell you what we’re about to do. But only if you feel you need to know, I want you to be honest with me”

You sigh, taking a minute to consider your options, you’re not sure why your thighs are tied together if it’s not really bothering you in that way. So you shrug and give him a little thumbs-up

“I’m okay. I can wait”

“Good, Now remember your safe word?”

Buck comes over to sit on the other side of the bed and you look at him, batting your eyelashes. He rolls his eyes and smirks as he strokes your side

“He asked you a question”

You look at Eddie who’s got a little glare on his face and smile sheepishly

“Hugh Jackman” You snort and Buck giggles because he absolutely came up with that and Eddie rolls his eyes

“You two are ridiculous. Are you ready?”

Buck holds up a small pink toy, waving it at you and you look at it suspiciously

“Yes Sir”

He nods over at Buck who smiles cruelly, you hear the toy click on, vibrating in his hand as Eddie comes over and kneels on the bed, he taps your lips with his cock, still hard and flushed red from earlier.

“Open up pretty girl”

You eagerly open your mouth moaning around his cock as he moves his hips slowly in and out of your mouth.

“Jesus you feel good” He groans as you suck his cock, your tongue dragging over the thick vein running through it. You’re so distracted by Eddie that you don’t realize Buck's hands feeling your thighs, not until you feel that weird toy he had suddenly sucking at your clit.

You writhe beneath Eddie suddenly shaking your head and he slaps your cheek. Your eyes widen as you stop squirming and he holds your face

“Concentrate on the important things Y/N”

He leans over you, forcing his cock further down your throat and you choke for a minute, your hips coming off the bed as Buck turns the toy up and Eddie smacks your cheek again, giving you light taps so you’ll look at him

“Hey, hey, hey breathe. Focus on breathing. And remember, bite if you seriously need me to stop” You nod at him, giving him two thumbs up and he goes right back to fucking your face, his hips thrusting faster as he moans.

“Fuck I love when she sounds like that,” Buck says as he turns the vibrator up again, and your body jolts

“You want a turn?” Eddie turns to him and he shrugs, getting up

“Yeah why not”

They switch places, Eddie pulls away from you, laughing at your blissed-out face and the string of drool as he slaps your tits with his cock.

“Be careful with her, you know how excited you get”

“She can take it” Buck doesn’t waste time, immediately pushing his cock past your lips and leaning forward as he fully stuffs his cock down your throat

“Jesus fuckin-“ he holds it there for a minute because he really doesn’t want to cum that fast. But he loves choking you on his cock and he’s knows it’s hopeless. He shifts himself, straddling your shoulders and Eddie shakes his head

“You’re gonna cum”

“You think I care?” He looks down at your pretty face, your makeup running, your mouth stretching to accommodate his size, your glazed-over eyes. He smirks as he pinches your nose shut and you shake your head back and forth, he moans hopelessly as fucks your face harder. He holds the sides of your head, his eyes shutting as he listens to the wet choking noises

“You gonna swallow it for me bunny? Gonna swallow every last drop?” his voice is breathy and heavy with lust as he growls, shooting his load down your throat, he lets go of your nose and you gasp in air as he pulls away, spilling his cum all over your face. He flops back on the bed and you tug at the restraints, your body completely overwhelmed

“I-I’m I’m gonna-“

Suddenly the suction toy is taken away and your mouth drops wide open, you buck your hips uselessly, trying to follow Eddie’s hand as he sets the toy down, but he just pushes your hips back onto the bed

You nearly cry as he adjusts the ropes on your thighs and smacks your throbbing pussy

“Awww but you’ve already cum little one, remember? You’ve already had your turn!” He smiles sadistically as he grabs a washcloth from a little bowl on the side of the bed, wiping your face clean

“You wanna pick another one babe?” He looks at Buck who blindly stretches his arm out and grabs another toy. Eddie takes it from him, a large purple wand

“Ooh, this one’s double-sided!” He pulls the ropes back, clicking the toy on and spreading your soaked folds. He slots the toy in the ropes and pushes it right against your clit

“No! No please no!” You’re nearly crying as the toy is trapped between your legs vibrating against your clit. You curl into yourself your hips grinding down on it as you make a high-pitched whining noise and Buck laughs

“Awwww, you poor little baby. You need help?”

“Daddy, please, please Daddy” You’re begging now, feeling that coil tightening up in your belly again

“She’s right Eddie, we should give her clit some rest. It’s double sided right?”

“No- that’s- that's not what I me-“

Buck turns on the wiggling function and you scream as he sinks it deep in your pussy. You nearly roll over, fucking the air helplessly and they both laugh at you

Eddie comes over to the end of the bed, kisses up Buck’s torso, and opens his legs, laying between them

“Since she’s oh so busy…” He looks at you, rolling your hips helplessly and you tug at your restraints again

“And seeing as how I’m the last one to cum” He whispers in his ear, lining his cock up with his hole. Buck opens his legs more, wrapping them around Eddie’s waist

“She’s about to cum” He murmurs, kissing Eddie slowly Eddie reaches over, pulling the vibrator from you, watching as you clench around nothing and scream in frustration

“How did you know that!!” You squeak out as he tosses that toy aside and grabs a rose with a longer tongue than normal

“I know your body better than you do gorgeous” He winks as Eddie traps the rose between your legs and the ropes, he pulls away from Buck for a moment and smiles when he whines.

“For your own safety, since we’ll be busy” He frees your hands and pins them above your head

“But if you touch yourself… even once” his voice is deep, threatening “I will make you pay for that… you understand me?”

You gulp, biting your lip “Y-yes sir”

“Good girl. Now sit up and watch us” He winks before going back to Buck who captures his lips eagerly, running his fingers through his fluffy dark hair and tugging roughly. Eddie lines his cock back up again and thrusts into him, his head falling onto his shoulder

“Fuck you feel so good” he moans lowly as his hands grip Buck's hips. Your mouth drops open as you watch your boyfriends going at it, Eddie pushes Buck's legs up to his chest, his cock plunging in and out harder each time as they both completely ignore you and the way you’re struggling against the ropes

Eddie chases after his own high now, an animal-like lust taking over as his hips snap into Buck’s over and over again. His hands slide over his hard body, stretching across the gorgeous plains of smooth skin, enjoying the way his body flushes with need.

“That’s my good boy… take this cock”

You fall over onto your side, panting harshly, as you watch Buck wriggle and moan under Eddie, he looks over at you, reaching for you and you take his hand

“You wanna cum now baby bunny? Hm?” He looks just as blissed out as you do as Eddie fucks him, his thighs slapping against Buck’s

“P-please Daddy please I can’t take it a-anymore”

“Too fucking bad” Eddie pulls your hands apart and pins Buck’s against his chest

“Not until I’m done” his breath hitches, his thrusts becoming sloppy. Buck arches his back, his legs wrapping tighter around Eddie’s waist and shoving him in deeper

Eddie reaches over, turning your toy up all the way and you scream again, rolling over and trying to grind yourself into the bed, your body moves in sync with Eddie as he cums in Buck, slamming his hips into him and holding it there, letting out a loud growl as he falls over onto him, still slowly, sloppily thrusting.

Buck cums just as hard, thick, hot ropes splash over his chest as he cries Eddie’s name, his hips thrusting into nothing.

“I think I’m in love” He smiles deliriously and Eddie laughs, nuzzling his head into Buck's shoulder

“Yeah me too”

They both finally look over at you, panting harshly. The toy is still going and you’re on your back again, your legs bent, you don’t even look coherent anymore.

“I think we killed her” Buck mumbles and Eddie coos at you while pulling out of Buck. Your eyes go down to the way tendrils of his cum drip between the two of them. It’s messy and it’s hot.

“Awww I’m sorry baby girl did we forget about you?” He pulls the toy away and your body shudders under his touch. Your body taught and overly sensitive

Buck rolls over gingerly and helps Eddie untie you, your limbs relax as they rub them gently, working out any soreness. Your eyes follow each move, they’re so slow and dazed

“Can you even speak?” Buck chuckles as he rubs your thigh, nuzzling his nose against it. He can smell your sweet arousal, dripping and never released. You’ve practically made a little puddle underneath you. He kisses across your thigh, burying his nose against your clit and inhaling slowly

“Fucking hell” He moans, languidly lapping at your clit. It’s so puffy and overstimulated at this point all you can do is cry, the tears fall and you cover your face, sniffling into your hands

“What did we say about covering those pretty tears…” Eddie pulls your hands away, leaning down and kisses your tears, licking them away as he holds your chin in his hand

“You deserve a present” He whispers in your ear “Doin' so fucking good. You haven’t cum once…”

You look up at him, a little whimpering noise coming from your throat and he smirks, laying down on his back and maneuvering you on top of him with Bucks help. Eddie’s cock, still creamy with his earlier release slides into your ass with ease. He groans deeply, holding you there for a minute before Buck crawls in front of you two

“You ready baby girl? It’s your turn” Buck gets on his knees, stroking his cock and tapping it against your poor abused clit. You reach out for him and he grins, leaning down over you and kissing you. He holds your face like Eddie had, pulling away a bit and spitting in your mouth

“God you look so fucking stupid” He whispers, kissing down your sternum “Like a sweet little whore, just waiting to be used….”

“We should get her in a glory hole one day” Eddie snickers as Buck rubs your thighs, spreading them slowly and lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushes the tip in, feeling you suck him in greedily

“God that would be the dream, seeing her full of cum?” Buck sighs and thrusts into you, causing you to cry out, finally making a noise

“What if we got that fake cum stuff and just… covered her in it?” Eddie thrusts after him and they start a smooth rhythm, thrusting in sync

“I’ll look into it” Buck agrees as he captures your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the hard little nub and massaging the other. Eddie reaches over to the pile of toys and grabs a little riding crop. He hands it to you and grabs your tits, squeezing them together

“Make him go faster” He whispers in your ear and Buck looks up just in time for you to bring it down on his ass. He gasps, his hips speeding up immediately and Eddie laughs wickedly

“You’re such a good little doll”

He speeds up in time with Buck and soon all three of you are moaning, it doesn’t take long, as soon as Buck's hand comes down on your clit you’re screaming for them, your back arching off of Eddie’s chest, squeezing his cock tighter as you squirt wildly, your juices dripping down the front of Buck’s body. The second you explode he does too, cumming in you at the same time Eddie cums in you with a shout.

You’re so overstimulated you keep coming, over and over as Buck and Eddie ride out their highs inside you. You desperately cling to Buck, clawing deep into his back, his grip on your hips is bruising, leaving sweet purple marks of how hard they’d been fucking you and torturing you

Buck pulls out of you with a wet pop and you fall off Eddie and onto the bed, sobbing into the blankets

Eddie pulls you into his arms, chuckling softly and rubbing your back as you cry into his arms.

“Awww lo siento mi vida… did we go too far?”

Buck comes around and lies on the other side of you, his body conforming to yours and wrapping his arms around your torso

“You need anything?” He mutters into your neck, rubbing your thighs and you shake your head, wiping at your eyes

Eddie pulls away from you long enough to get your favorite blanket and the teddy bear you keep next to Buck’s from his childhood so they can be friends. He stops for a minute and rolls his eyes, grabbing Bucks too.

He eases back into your arms and hands you the bear as Buck pulls the blanket over you, tucking you in.

“You okay baby girl?” Buck holds his bear up to your face, giving you little kisses and you snort, hiding your face in Eddie’s chest

“I’m not a baby!”

“You’re our baby,” Eddie says, tilting your head up and kissing your nose “Now accept your teddy kisses”

You facepalm and awkwardly turn on your back, taking the teddy bear and giving it a big dramatic kiss

“Happy?” You look at them and Buck kinda giggles a little, shaking his head

“Okay. Hear me-“

“Shut the fuck up” Eddie reaches over beating him with the pillow and Buck screams, yanking it from him

“You have the fucking audacity when I caught you jerking off into her third favorite pair of yoga pants that she’d taken off with her underwear to go shower!”

Eddie’s mouth drops wide open because those had been ruined that day and neither man would own up to it or tell on the other and you’d received four new workout sets as an apology and enough orgasms to forget all about it

“You did what?!?!!” You whirl on Eddie and Buck screams, already running down the stairs

“I’m gonna kill you!”

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parvulous-writings · 2 months ago

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Could I request dating headcanons for Viktor, Jayce, Vander, Silco, and Ekko with gn s/o? - Fluff anon P S. Please delete the first one because I forgot to put my name 🤣

Warnings: None, I don't think! Just fluff :3

Notes: Thank you, once again, fluff anon!! Was very fun getting to write a couple of these, as I've not written for a few of them before! :3 My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

Viktor

- Viktor doesn’t always “have time” for personal affections outside of the laboratory - he tries his best, but he gets so focused and stuck into his work that everything else fades away. His work, some weeks quite literally, is his life. He spends days on end there, hardly going home, all in the pursuit of progress. That is, until you slowly start showing him that, yes, there is time for those small affections. Small talk, stolen laughter as he works. It’s a very slow process, but eventually, he does begin to relent, and show some of these affections back. - He loves when you join him in the lab - even if you’re unable or unwilling to help him with his tasks, he likes having you there. He appreciates the company. With Jayce coming around the lab less and less, even for a man of Viktor’s minimal social need, it’s a struggle. He’s feeling the loneliness, which is something he never thought he’d been affected by. Having you there, even if you’re doing something entirely different to him, makes him feel so much better, so much less alone. - When not spending time in the lab, he likes to go on walks through the academy and it’s gardens with you. Sure, you both have to take it a bit slow, but it helps him clear his head - and a walk is the perfect opportunity to have a nice, proper conversation with you. A time to catch up - like what you’ve been doing outside of your many visits to him, or how your other friends and family may be doing. Despite being a very work-oriented man, he does take an interest in your life, too - such is the way of someone so in love such as he. - He struggles to show the affection that he feels for you, sometimes. He knows that most show it through physical means - hugs, kisses, and the like - but he’s not typically a very touchy man. He likes to be approached first. If you initiate a kiss, or a hug, he will gladly reciprocate - but he struggles to know when, or how, to initiate these himself. He instead shows his affection through his creations - little side-projects that he works on when he’s dealing with a mental block with his main projects. Some of them are little trinkets - ornaments for the mantle, or fancy looking mechanisms akin to a complex child’s ornament. Others are to help you around the home. Things for cleaning, or for reaching hard to get spots.

Jayce

- In a similar sense to Viktor, Jayce sometimes struggles in juggling all of his responsibilities, and his time is very often split between you, working with Viktor (which is becoming less and less of an occurrence) and his time with the council and the political figures within. Some days it’s hard to have a conversation with him that lasts for more than 5 minutes, because the poor man just gets so overwhelmed with his attention being pulled in every direction known to man. - In terms of quality time, he likes spending it in his chambers - or yours. Doesn’t overly matter. What matters is that you’re both shut away from the prying eyes of the world, responsibilities left outside the door, and work shoved into a distant corner of both of your minds. He likes to put his head in your lap and let your fingers run through his hair - it’s a feeling that often lulls him into near-sleep. A state that is very much needed and appreciated, with how stressed he gets, he often finds it difficult to actually relax or get any sleep that helps him feel rested. - Although he tries to keep the majority of his work life and love life separate, there are times when an idea just… Hits him. He has to get it out, has to tell someone just to get those words out of his brain and into existence. Most of the time, this person is now you - even if you have absolutely no clue what half of the words he’s saying are, just smile, nod, and ask a couple of basic questions so his brain can turn it’s gears and work out the kinks he can think of. You just need to help him get the ball rolling - once he’s got those ideas down in rudimentary note form, he can take them to the lab, and he and Viktor can get the real work started. (He usually forgets that most of the time it’s Viktor who ends up doing the majority of the work). - He likes sleeping near to you - in fact quite early on in your relationship, he refuses to sleep without you at least in the room with him. This went on for… A very long time, and still hasn’t completely gone away. He particularly likes hugging you in his sleep; whether he’s the big or little spoon, it doesn’t matter to him (it changes mainly based on how good or bad his day has been), so long as he’s able to feel his skin against yours, he’s a happy man. A very happy man, indeed. - If you want this man to do something - and do it very willingly, with a massive grin on his face - give him some food. If you bribe him with food - particularly cakes, and perhaps some nice savoury items - he’s at your every whim, your every beck and call.

Vander

- Vander is a very affectionate man; he loves calling you by anything other than your name, loves physical displays of affection, and just… Being very domestic. He may be called the ‘Hound of the Underground’, but most of the time he’s little more than a dog who longs for affection - his more hound-like, violent days are long behind him, now. After all, he’s a father of four, he’s got an example to set. And he feels that the domestic life, despite his unfamiliarity with it, is the life he can best do that in. - Vander loves cooking with you. Or, well, trying to cook. 9/10 something goes wrong somehow; someone will spill something, a dish will overcook despite having been in the oven under the recommended cooking time.Though, a lot of the time, that can be attributed to… Little helpers, trying their hand at cooking. Vander doesn’t usually mind all that much - unless they try to actively force themselves into the situation after he’s already said no - as he can normally whip up an edible meal quite quickly. The last 1/10 times is when the kids are all tucked up and asleep, and he’s taking his sweet time teaching you how to cook some of their (and his) favourite meals. - He always has a chair reserved for you in The Last Drop. Well, two, actually - so you have options on where you can sit. There’s one at the end of the bar, so you can be close to him as he works, and you can keep an eye on him as he serves. Then there’s also another one in a secluded corner booth, where you can still see one another, but you’re a little more on your own in case you don’t really want to be bothered by anyone else. He’ll nip over there every so often to make sure you don’t feel too lonely, and to top up your drink for you. More often than not he also brings a snack over too - just in case. He can’t have you going hungry, now, can he? - He likes it when you help him close up for the night - he tells you every time that you don’t need to, it’s alright, he can handle it, but secretly, he loves the fact that you’re able or eager to pitch in with him. Hell, even if you’re just sitting on the bar, talking to him, he’s a happy man.

Silco

- Silco spoils you in some ways, but not all. Yes, he has his claws in every nook and cranny of Zaun, and you have lived without want since you started dating him, but he never wants you to slip into overindulgence - mainly when it comes to material belongings. He doesn’t want you to end up taking anything for granted. There’s always that possibility, in the back of his mind, that everything may be stolen away at any moment. You need to be prepared for that. - He likes being in your presence. You could be doing entirely different things in the same room, and he’d be happy. He isn’t a massive fan of being left on his own, normally. The only real exception to that rule is when he’s majorly pissed off with something or someone, and even then your presence can usually lull him back to a sense of calm. He doesn’t have a particular ‘happy place’ unless you count being by your side. For a man who is normally so dour, he’s sweet to you. - If you ever have an opinion on an issue that he’s trying to fix - be that economy related, or general public relations - he’s happy to listen to you. He’ll take your views into account, though he may push back and debate with you over things, always trying to look at the bigger picture or the long game. Though he is often ever so tempted to make decisions based on your quality of life and joy, he is very aware that he can’t do so - not if he wants the nation under his rule to live on. - He tries his best, for the most part, to keep you and the unsavoury business of his job separate. He wasn’t sure if he could bear the idea of you getting tangled up in it all - and there was no way at all that he would want to subject you to any of the gory sights he had had to witness over the years. While he made sure you were at least aware of the goings on around the Undercity, the thought of you getting caught up in it - especially caught up in the gang activity - made his blood run cold. He wanted you to be aware of what life could be, if worst came to worst, of course, but he would never let you actually live it so long as he was alive.

Ekko

- Ekko is BIG on physical touch. Whenever you’re within arms reach, he has to have a hand on you - not in a gropey way, but more… That he likes having the knowledge that you’re there, close to him. His hand will be on your shoulder, or the small of your back, or holding your hand. He especially loves holding your hand; he can twirl you around, pull you in for a hug or kiss, or even do something as mundane as swinging your hands back and forth a little bit as the pair of you walk together. There’s something so special to him about physical contact - and this leeches over into hugs as well. He loves hugging you to nap or sleep; it brings him a sense of calmness and security. He doesn’t care where, or in what position you sleep in, so long as he’s able to feel you he’s fine with it. - He likes sharing his clothes with you; no matter the weather. You’re cold? His jacket will warm you right up. Oh, you’re hot? Here, have his shirt, it’s a lighter colour it won’t attract as much heat. Seeing you wear his clothing is something that sparks a little bit of joy in his heart - he LOVES it. And if you let him wear some of your clothes? The cycle will be complete, and he will not let you go - you already have a special place in his heart, and it will be entirely solidified if you let him have some of your clothes. - He likes walking with you. Be it around the grounds of your communal home, or in the Lanes. It’s a brilliant way to bond, he thinks. You can talk, or stay quiet, it doesn’t matter. And if you struggle a bit with the parkour that sometimes needs to be done to traverse the undercity? Not to worry, Ekko will teach you. When he’s not being pursued, he’s a very patient teacher - he’ll tell you what point to jump from and how to land so you don’t hurt your ankles or knees - and so you don’t fall off. Once you’ve at least got a steady foot, he’ll take you to all his favourite spots, to all the best views of both the undercity, and topside. - Eventually, Ekko may ask you if you want to help with the massive memorial mural in the centre of the communal hideout - nothing major, just touchups of the paint where it’s started to fade or flake away. It’s important to him to keep it vibrant, so that people won’t forget all those who have been lost over the years. After a few visits, he lets you know that you can add anyone you’ve lost to Silco or the enforcers, if you so wish. He doesn’t force the idea upon you, but he just quietly tells you, that if you’re comfortable enough, if you want to, you can. He’d even help you, if you wanted. He wants you to be as comfortable as is possible - even when confronting grief.

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atleastpleasetelephone · 3 months ago

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NYMPHO ELVIS.

A/N: Hilariously, according to the dictionary nymphomania only refers to excessive sexual desire in a woman. That seems kinda sexist to me, since it suggests any about of sexual desire in a man is perfectly normal. So I'm disregarding the dictionary 🤣

Also, someone else asked me for nympho BDE (all in caps, I wonder if you are the same anon?) and I'm not going to write both I'm afraid. I think BDE would be too tired to be sex-obsessed, he'd rather curl up in his jammies.

One more time

Pairing: 1969!Elvis x reader

Word count: 714

TWs: Overstimulation, praise kink, reader has been/is crying, general smut, Elvis refers to himself as Daddy. Also Elvis is sex-obsessed, if that wasn't already clear.

“C’mon baby, jus’ one more,” Elvis pleads, his head still between your legs.

You’re sweating, moaning, exhausted on the bed. “I c-can’t El… I’m… oh…”

You’re not making sense anymore, either. He’s trying to coax a fourth orgasm out of you but your body is wrecked. Your pussy is puffy and sore and every time he touches you now the combination of pleasure and overstimulation threatens to cut your brain completely free of its moorings.

“Yes ya can. C’mon. You’re my good girl.”

Whining, you twist your body away from him but he’s not having it, pressing your belly down firmly with one big hand whilst he abuses your clit with the other. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants. He’s like a vampire, desperate to feed on your pleasure. He’s already cum twice and he can feel himself getting hard again just watching you like this. He’s smeared your lipstick across your face with his sloppy kisses, your hair is a mess and your mascara is running down your cheeks with the tears that slide down them.

“‘S too much, El. Please.”

He can’t help it. He just wants you too much, all the time. He starts to wonder about pushing his half-hard dick inside you again when he hears your breath hitch and looks at your face to see your eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh, God!” You exclaim, as another orgasm hits you. You didn’t think it was possible, but he is determined.

His mouth curls into a grin. “I told ya you could, baby.”

Lying down beside you, he cups your cheek gently in his hand. “Good girl. Now let’s have one more for Daddy.”

Your surprised eyes are back as he takes your hand and wraps it around his dick. It hardens a little more in your firm grip, but you’re not sure you can make him cum again. You thought men only came once and then fell asleep. But Elvis is clearly different.

As you move your hand on him, gathering pace, it’s his turn to feel the complicated interaction of pleasure and pain, overstimulation and soreness threatening to override any kind of pleasant feelings now. But he wants it. He wants another. He’s sure he can do it.

“El, you want me to stop?” You ask after several minutes. He’s still half-hard and his breathing is irregular, but he doesn’t seem any closer than he did before.

His eyes had been squeezed shut in concentration, trying desperately to will another orgasm out of himself, but now they spring open again and stare at you.

“If I wanted ya ta stop honey, I’d say.” He takes your other hand and moves it to his balls. “Here. Squeeze.”

You do as you’re told, squeezing as you carry on jerking him, watching his face contort with a mixture of pleasure and something else entirely. Being with Elvis is exhausting. He wants you all the time. It’s gratifying and exciting, but sometimes you’re sore and you want to just cuddle. He never shows any signs of wanting to rest, and you’re sure that he’s with other girls too. You can’t quite understand how one man can have such an insane libido.

“Shit,” he mutters, his hand wrapping around yours to help you squeeze his shaft more tightly and move on him more quickly. “Yes… yes… ohhhh… keep goin’ honey, Daddy’s almost there.”

There’s not much chance of you stopping, since he’s got such a strong grip on your hand, but you nod and take the opportunity to press lazy kisses to his skin as his moans get more insistent.

“Oh yeah… that’s it honey…”

He lets go of your hand as a tiny amount of cum leaks out of the head, flopping back on the bed in exhaustion. Until a few seconds ago it seemed like he’d been contracting every single muscle in his body as he tried with all his might to orgasm again. It’s a relief to stop, though the feeling of ecstasy is so addicting.

You curl your body around his, and kiss his shoulder.

“Feel good, Daddy?” You ask, sweetly.

He smiles back at you sleepily. “Real good honey.” You relax, thinking about sleeping soon, and then you hear him speak again. “For now…”

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earthlybeam · 4 months ago

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Could I please request headcanons of elves with a reader who likes to bite and leave marks on them? Elrond, Thranduil, and any other elf you like. Thank you! Have a nice day/night!

Thranduil x Reader Headcanons (Reader Likes to Bite and Leave Marks.) Nom nom on their skin 🤣

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Thranduil Version below. (Elrond and I added Gil-galad links to their too as quite lengthy) - Elrond Gil-Galad

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(Your thranduil friend version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𐂂 Confusion and Raised Eyebrow When you bite him—whether it’s a playful nip to his arm or a cheeky bite to his shoulder—Thranduil’s initial reaction is one of genuine confusion. His usual stoic composure falters for just a moment as he turns to face you, his brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Mellon-nîn,” he begins, his voice smooth but tinged with surprise, “What is this? Is this how you greet all your friends?” There’s no anger in his tone, only a hint of curiosity. He doesn’t pull away but takes a half-step back, eyeing you in that carefully controlled way of his, as if trying to figure out whether this is some jest or a deeper, more personal act. Despite the confusion, there’s a soft chuckle that escapes him, a rare display of warmth that shows his curiosity, though it’s still hidden beneath a veneer of amusement.

𐂂 Intrigued Playfulness As the initial shock wears off, Thranduil grows more intrigued by your unconventional form of affection. His royal demeanor remains, but there’s now a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. “A bite, you say?” he teases, his voice calm but laced with playful curiosity. “What a curious way to show friendship.” He tilts his head slightly, inspecting the mark left behind, as if it’s a foreign concept to him. “Is this a custom of your people, or are you simply attempting to surprise me?” His tone is light, but the undertone of genuine interest is clear. He’s never been one to fully embrace spontaneous gestures of affection, but your approach sparks something new in him—perhaps even a touch of fondness.

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𐂂 Surprised Amusement and Subtle Discomfort Thranduil, being the regal and composed figure he is, finds your playful, bite-filled affection both amusing and a touch discomforting. He’s not accustomed to such spontaneous displays of affection, especially from someone he considers a close friend. When you bite him lightly on the arm or shoulder in a teasing manner, he initially freezes, his posture remaining tall and proud. His dignity compels him to maintain composure, yet there’s a flicker of surprise in his eyes. The elf king is too proud to appear flustered, so he hides his discomfort behind a quiet laugh, though it’s not hard to notice the faint shift in his expression—a subtle wrinkle of confusion mixed with amusement. “Your ways are… unexpected, mellon-nîn,” he’ll say with a sly smile, always careful to maintain his regal air, even if his voice betrays a little warmth as he adds, “But I admit, you certainly keep things interesting.”

𐂂 Testing the Boundaries with Subtle Challenges As you continue to bite him playfully, Thranduil’s response evolves into something more playful but with a clear attempt to maintain his sense of dignity. Though he has been startled at first, he now regards your behavior with more amusement than annoyance. However, the king cannot let himself fully give in to such casualness without retaining some of his composed nature. “If you insist on marking me, perhaps I should return the favor?” he teases, raising an eyebrow as he steps closer, his voice cool and controlled, though there’s a challenge in the glint of his eyes. “I can’t help but wonder, will you find my mark as amusing as yours?” His regal composure returns as quickly as it falters, and he remains ever the proud elf, but beneath it all, he has begun to find your behavior somewhat endearing.

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When You Bite Him – Reactions, Sounds, and His Body’s Response

𐂂 Surprised Stiffening and Amused Chuckle The first time you bite him, Thranduil’s immediate physical reaction is one of surprise. His body stiffens, and his usual composed expression falters, though not enough for it to be considered a break in his dignity. He doesn’t pull away, but his posture tenses as he processes the unexpectedness of your playful act. His mouth opens slightly, and for a brief moment, he lets out a soft chuckle, a sound that is low and smooth, tinged with both amusement and slight bewilderment. The sound is almost imperceptible, but you can hear it in the way his breath catches for just a second. “What is this madness, mellon-nîn?” he’ll say with a raised eyebrow, but it’s clear from his reaction that he’s intrigued—this moment has unsettled his routine, and he’s unsure whether to laugh or scold you. There’s no anger in his tone, just the gentle amusement that bubbles beneath his usual reserve.

𐂂 Subtle Lean Forward and Intrigued Smile Once the initial shock wears off, Thranduil’s body language softens, though his movements remain precise and deliberate. He doesn’t shy away but rather leans slightly forward as if trying to gauge the situation with more curiosity. His hands remain at his sides, though his fingers may twitch, betraying a slight unease at the intimacy of the moment. His lips curl into a wry smile as he watches you, and there’s a subtle but undeniable twinkle in his eyes as he examines your boldness. “I see you have taken a liking to this… curious gesture of yours,” he might say, his tone teasing but not unkind, clearly amused by your antics. His movements are slow and measured, but there’s a faint relaxation in his body now, as he finds the dynamic you’ve created both perplexing and somewhat charming.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𐂂 Amused Indifference with a Touch of Resentment If you’ve left visible bite marks on Thranduil, especially on his neck or arm, he initially acts indifferent to them, though there’s a slight tension in his posture when they are noticed by others. He’s a creature of pride and dignity, so when someone points out your marks, he’ll probably raise an eyebrow and make a cutting remark, but his amusement is clear. “It seems I’ve been… claimed, hmm?” he might say, his tone laced with sarcasm but also a touch of humor. However, beneath the amusement, there’s a flicker of something deeper—perhaps a small discomfort at the attention they bring. He is the King of Mirkwood, after all, and he holds a certain expectation of control in his image, even among friends.

𐂂 Subtle Concealment and Deflecting Focus While he doesn’t outright hide them, Thranduil does tend to cover or shift the focus of attention elsewhere. If you’ve left a particularly noticeable mark on his neck, for example, he might adjust the collar of his cloak or shift his posture to shield the area from prying eyes. He’ll try to appear unaffected, but there’s a slight unease when it comes to public display. If someone dares comment on the marks, he’ll probably respond coolly, saying something like, “It’s a… mark of a friendly gesture. Nothing more.” He might even steer the conversation quickly away from his skin, redirecting it to the matter at hand—anything to keep attention away from what might be considered too intimate for public eyes.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Pointy Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𐂂 Neck: Thranduil is a king of composure, and while the neck is a vulnerable area for most, his reaction to a bite there is surprisingly minimal at first. When you bite his neck, there’s an initial jolt of surprise, and he may stiffen for a brief moment, but he quickly regains his composure. He’ll likely give you a curious, slightly amused glance, eyebrows raised in silent questioning as if asking, What are you doing? His neck is not a place he enjoys being touched casually, and the marks there—while not unbearable—will likely provoke a brief discomfort, making him feel a little exposed. “You know this is a most unusual greeting, mellon-nîn,” he might mutter, yet the flicker of intrigue in his gaze is undeniable.

𐂂 Collarbone: The collarbone is a more neutral area for Thranduil, so a playful bite there would catch his attention. His usual composed demeanor doesn’t waver much here, but you’ll notice his posture stiffens slightly at the pressure of your teeth, as though he’s trying to gauge the situation. Thranduil’s smile would be wry, a little amused, but more reserved. “I see your aim is to leave marks on me everywhere, hmm?” He might remark, trying to deflect any embarrassment with his usual regal air. He doesn’t enjoy it, but it doesn’t hurt him either.

𐂂 Shoulder: When you bite his shoulder, Thranduil’s reaction is a bit more noticeable. It’s a strong, well-built area, and when your teeth sink into it, his muscles tighten in response, and he might let out a quiet exhale of surprise. It’s an area that he doesn’t mind too much—he’s not overly sensitive there. His posture may shift slightly, as if he’s bracing himself for the unfamiliar sensation, but he won’t retreat. “Curious… I didn’t realize such affection came with teeth,” he might tease, though the light in his eyes betrays an underlying curiosity. He’s intrigued, even if he doesn’t fully understand the behavior.

𐂂 Wrist: A bite on the wrist would definitely make Thranduil pause. His wrist is not often a place that’s touched, so the act would be surprisingly intimate. He might slightly pull his hand away, unsure how to process this unexpected display of affection. His reaction would likely be mild irritation but mixed with confusion, and perhaps a hint of interest at the personal nature of the mark. “What do you think this will accomplish?” he might ask, but his tone is still cool, even if there’s an underlying curiosity in the way he looks at you.

𐂂 Elven Ear: When you bite his elven ear, Thranduil reacts immediately, and the response is far more intense. Elven ears are sensitive to both pain and pleasure, and for an elf, a bite in this area can be extremely intimate. Thranduil’s usual composed nature slips, his eyes momentarily narrowing with a blend of surprise and something more—perhaps enjoyment, though he tries not to show it. His breath hitches just a little, and he instinctively tries to pull back, though not so quickly that you can’t see the blush creeping to his ears. “Do you always bite so… intimately, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice far more vulnerable than he would like to admit.

𐂂 Other Areas (Inner Thighs, Chest, etc.): Any other area you decide to mark would likely receive a mixed reaction. Thranduil is a very proud and controlled being, so having his body marked in more intimate areas would provoke more discomfort, though not necessarily pain. He may seem indifferent on the outside but internally, he’s conflicted. His usual bravado might falter, giving way to a slight defensiveness. “I do not understand why you insist on marking me this way,” he might grumble, but even as he speaks, there’s a flicker of intrigue in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment that perhaps he doesn’t mind it as much as he lets on.

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When He Notices a Mark Later – How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𐂂 Initial Reaction: Surprise and Amusement When Thranduil notices a mark that he didn’t realize you left on him—whether it’s a faint bite on his neck or shoulder—his first reaction is likely one of mild surprise. He might catch sight of it in a reflection or feel it while adjusting his cloak or attire. There’s a moment of pause as his fingers gently trace the mark. “By the Valar,” he murmurs softly to himself, as if realizing you’ve left a more permanent impression than he thought. His lips curl into a faint smile, not quite pleased, but certainly intrigued. It’s a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “So, you do take your bites seriously, mellon-nîn,” he might say aloud, perhaps to no one in particular, his voice carrying that wry, playful tone.

𐂂 Quiet Reflection and Subtle Self-Awareness After the initial shock, Thranduil may reflect on the mark, especially if it’s somewhere visible or in an area he’s normally protective of. If the mark is on his neck or collarbone, he might touch it absentmindedly, his gaze turning distant for a moment as he thinks back on when you bit him. While he’s still not entirely accustomed to your form of affection, the mark serves as a reminder of your playful nature—and the curiosity it stirs within him. He’ll likely make a teasing comment to you the next time he sees you, though there’s no malice in his tone—just playful curiosity. “I must remember not to turn my back on you. You leave marks without me noticing.”

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𐂂 Initial Surprise, but Softened Amusement When you press your teeth gently against his skin—whether it’s a teasing graze on his arm or a delicate nip on his shoulder—Thranduil’s initial reaction is often one of surprise, but it’s quickly softened by his amusement. He’s not accustomed to such a tender form of affection, and his usually composed nature falters for a moment. He may glance at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity, his brow raised slightly. “What is this, mellon-nîn? A bite so… gentle?” he’ll ask, his voice soft but laced with playful intrigue. His tone is teasing, yet there’s a warmth beneath it as he realizes it’s a unique way of showing affection.

𐂂 Intrigued, but Trying to Maintain Composure As the initial surprise fades, Thranduil becomes more intrigued, even if he’s still slightly unsure of how to react. His gaze softens, and his usual air of aloofness falters just a bit. He stands still for a moment, allowing the sensation of your soft teeth to linger against his skin. He may even try to brush it off with a teasing comment, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at you. “You are a strange one, to bite so gently… but I suppose I can tolerate it.” There’s a quiet warmth in his voice, a signal that he’s not displeased, but rather intrigued by this subtle expression of affection.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𐂂 Surprise and Controlled Reaction In the heat of an argument or a passionate conversation, when you bite him out of frustration or to assert your point in a playful yet intense manner, Thranduil’s immediate reaction is surprise. He’s usually the one who controls the situation with his regal calm, but when your teeth connect with his skin—whether it’s a playful nip on his arm or a sharp bite to his shoulder—he falters for a moment. His regal composure cracks, and his mouth opens as if he were about to scold you, but the shock of your action stops him. His lips press into a thin line as he looks at you with a mixture of disbelief and bemusement. “Is this how you express your displeasure, mellon-nîn? By biting me?” He may step back for a brief moment, assessing your intentions, but the look in his eyes betrays a deep curiosity. Though the bite catches him off guard, there’s no anger. Instead, a flicker of respect for your boldness surfaces. He straightens, trying to regain his composure, but the trace of a smile may still linger on his lips, signaling his intrigue.

𐂂 Teasing Response and Softening of the Stance After the initial shock wears off, Thranduil begins to understand that this is your way of showing affection or getting your point across. He may lean into the bite or give a quiet chuckle. “You are quite the fiery one, aren’t you?” His voice holds a subtle teasing edge, but there’s no anger in his tone—just the acknowledgment of how your actions have stirred him. Though he’s tempted to maintain his lofty air of dignity, the tenderness in his eyes reveals that, even in moments of tension, he finds your playful side endearing. His body language softens, and he steps closer again, less concerned about the bite and more focused on your energy. The bite may have thrown him off balance, but it certainly hasn’t deterred him from respecting your spirited nature.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𐂂 Initial Surprise and Amusement When Thranduil notices you gazing at the marks you’ve left on his skin, whether they’re small bites on his shoulder or lingering traces from your playful nips, his first reaction is surprise. He had assumed that the marks were something you’d leave in private or only in moments of deep affection, but when he catches you inspecting them with fascination, his brow quirks in curiosity. “Do you find them… appealing, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and intrigue. There’s no real anger or discomfort in his tone; instead, there’s an edge of playful amusement as he regards you with both fondness and slight perplexity. He may also raise an eyebrow, wondering if you’re marking him as a way to claim him in your own subtle way, even if it’s simply for fun.

𐂂 Teasing Response and Lighthearted Banter After the initial surprise, Thranduil’s reaction grows more teasing and lighthearted. “I never knew you were so… artistic,” he remarks with a smirk, his eyes scanning the marks you’ve left. He’s not at all perturbed by the marks themselves—if anything, he finds your behavior endearing in its own mischievous way. “Do you always admire your work this much?” His tone is smooth, and though he’s a king, he’s not above indulging in a playful moment. His eyes twinkle as he watches you, and though his regal composure remains in place, the amusement he feels is palpable. If anything, he feels a strange pride in knowing that you’ve left your mark on him, a sign of your friendship and the closeness that has grown between you.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𐂂 Surprise and Initial Confusion When you bite Thranduil during a particularly stressful moment, his first reaction is likely surprise. The weight of his responsibilities and the pressure he faces as king are often immense, and when you bite him—whether it’s a gentle nip on his arm or a sudden, playful bite on his shoulder—he freezes for a moment, his mind temporarily distracted from his worries. “What are you doing, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice a little sharper than usual, but not with anger—more a mix of confusion and curiosity. His brow furrows, and he looks at you with a hint of bewilderment, trying to process how such an unexpected gesture can interrupt the tension clouding his thoughts.

𐂂 Gradual Relaxation and Softened Demeanor As the initial shock of your bite fades, Thranduil begins to understand the intent behind your playful, yet affectionate gesture. His face softens, and his body relaxes slightly, as though your bite has grounded him in the present moment. “Is this your way of reminding me to take a breath, mellon-nîn?” he asks, his voice now lighter with amusement, though the weight of his responsibilities remains. Though he doesn’t always seek comfort in others, your actions help him release some of the stress he carries. If he’s truly close to you as a friend, he may even lean into your presence, appreciating the grounding effect your touch—your bite—has on him. The connection you share, even in such a simple moment, allows him to feel momentarily at ease.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𐂂 Playful Scolding with a Touch of Amusement When you bite Thranduil too enthusiastically, especially if it’s a little too hard or in a particularly sensitive area, his first reaction is likely surprise, followed by a light-hearted scolding. Though he is a king and values dignity, Thranduil can’t help but see the humor in your over-zealousness, particularly when it’s in the name of affection. “By the stars, mellon-nîn, do you always bite your friends this hard?” he teases, his voice warm but with a hint of mock sternness. His hand might gently touch the spot you’ve bitten, his fingers tracing the mark as if inspecting it, though there’s no real anger in his eyes—just playful amusement.

𐂂 Gently Correcting Your Behavior Thranduil’s reprimand is never harsh, but there’s a certain level of nobility to the way he subtly redirects your behavior. “If you must bite, I’d appreciate it if you showed a little more restraint,” he says with a slight, indulgent smile. It’s clear he isn’t truly upset, but rather trying to guide you to respect his boundaries, if not his dignity. He may even take a step back or adjust his posture, a gentle reminder that there are ways to express affection without leaving marks that draw attention. His actions convey that he values your friendship too much to let small things—like over-enthusiastic nips—stand in the way of the light-hearted connection you share.

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(Your thranduil lover version)

His First Response to Your Affectionate Bites

𐂂 Surprise and Lingering Heat The first time you bite him, Thranduil’s reaction is a mixture of surprise and an undeniable surge of heat. As your teeth graze his skin, he inhales sharply, the tension in his body a clear sign that you’ve awakened something deep within him. For a moment, he seems frozen—his gaze locked on you, the intensity of the moment mirrored in the deep, heated look in his eyes. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with something more primal than the careful elvish calm he’s so known for. His hand finds the mark you’ve left, his fingers tracing it with a mix of confusion and a burning desire to understand this new form of connection. The regal mask he wears is briefly cracked, his vulnerability shining through for just a heartbeat before it’s replaced by an intensity that sends a shiver through his frame.

𐂂 Playful and Possessive After the initial shock, Thranduil’s response shifts, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he absorbs the sensation of your teeth on his skin. “You seem determined to mark me,” he says, his voice rich with amusement and something deeper—something darker. “Shall I be concerned, or… flattered?” His smirk is subtle, but there’s a possessive undertone that edges its way into his words. His fingers ghost over the mark, seemingly mesmerized by the reminder of your boldness, a reminder of the unique bond you’ve begun to forge. Thranduil, the ever-composed king, now finds himself keenly aware of the intimacy you’ve brought into this space, a vulnerability he’s unused to. Yet, there’s a flicker of craving in his gaze, one that suggests your bites have awakened something he hadn’t even realized he wanted. He leans closer, his lips brushing your ear as he adds, “Perhaps I, too, will leave my mark on you, meleth-nîn. To match yours.”

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Your Playful Behavior vs. His Dignity

𐂂 Fierce Control and Internal Struggle When you bite him in an affectionate, playful manner, Thranduil’s first instinct is to control his reactions. His dignity as king and his usual calm are challenged by your boldness, and there’s a moment where he struggles to balance his intense desire with his need to appear composed. A soft hiss of surprise escapes him as you bite his neck or shoulder, but he quickly schools his features to maintain his dignity, not wanting to appear weak or overly affected. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, his voice low, with a tinge of both confusion and desire. “Do you enjoy tormenting me in this manner?” His words are thick with emotion, but his posture remains unyielding, even if the fire in his eyes betrays his growing longing. Thranduil finds himself in conflict: he’s drawn to you and the intensity you bring, but he’s unwilling to lose control. Yet, despite his struggle, there’s an undeniable yearning behind his composed mask.

𐂂 Embracing Desire with Subtle Playfulness As your playful bites continue, Thranduil begins to respond with his own brand of subtle teasing. His regal nature may never fully fade, but he starts to lean into the intimacy you create, allowing himself to enjoy the little moments. He takes it as a challenge to keep his composure while indulging in the warmth you’re offering him. “Is this your way of claiming me, meleth-nîn?” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin as his hand slides over the mark you’ve left. There’s a flicker of something darker in his gaze—a possessive streak he’s not used to. The king, who once prided himself on his control, now finds that his desire and affection for you are stronger than his desire to remain completely dignified. He pulls you closer, his lips brushing against the spot you’ve bitten, his kiss lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Perhaps I, too, should mark you in return,” he says, his voice thick with longing. His playful challenge is clear, but the genuine affection in his tone reveals that he’s starting to let go of the need to always be the composed ruler, savoring the tenderness you’ve brought into his world.

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When You Bite Him – Reactions, Sounds, and His Body’s Response

𐂂 Sharp Inhalation and Subtle Shudder The first time you bite him, Thranduil’s body reacts intensely despite his best efforts to remain composed. As you nip at his neck or shoulder, his breath catches sharply, a quiet but noticeable intake of air escaping his lips. His body momentarily stiffens, and his hand instinctively reaches up to touch the spot where you’ve bitten him, though his fingers don’t quite make it—caught in a moment of internal struggle between his desire for you and his need for control. His lips part slightly, a low, guttural sound escaping from deep in his chest, not unlike a soft growl or an almost imperceptible moan. His body shudders faintly, but it’s enough to show that, beneath his regal composure, you’ve sparked something powerful within him. “Meleth-nîn,” he murmurs, the words thick with desire, but there’s also a sense of vulnerability in his voice, the first sign that he’s truly reacting to you.

𐂂 Slightly Biting Back a Moan and Leaning Into You As you continue to bite and mark his skin, Thranduil’s reactions grow more pronounced. He’s not used to feeling this much desire, but it seems to awaken a deep longing in him that he cannot ignore. When you bite him again, his breath catches once more, and he lets out a low groan, unable to fully suppress the reaction this time. His body shifts closer to you, his movements slow and deliberate, as though he wants to fully experience every sensation you’re offering. His fingers curl slightly into your skin, a subtle sign that he’s allowing himself to feel the intimacy of the moment, even though it shakes the foundations of his usual composure. “You test my control, meleth-nîn,” he whispers against your skin, his voice rough with both warning and affection. His body leans into your touch, inviting you to continue, and despite his usually unwavering authority, there’s an openness in his posture—a sign that your actions have completely disarmed him. The vulnerability he’s feeling is met with a flicker of possessiveness, his hands gently cupping your face as he pulls you closer, the kisses he gives you becoming more demanding and deep.

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Does He Hide or Not to Hide: How He Reacts to Visible Bite Marks in Public

𐂂 Proud Defiance and Subtle Possessiveness When you leave visible bite marks on Thranduil, especially in more private or intimate spots, his initial reaction in public is a complex blend of pride and subtle possessiveness. While he remains regal and composed, there’s an unmistakable gleam in his eyes as he catches your gaze, a silent acknowledgment of your mark on him. If someone notices the marks, he’ll maintain his cool demeanor, but there’s an air of quiet defiance about him, as though he’s saying, “Yes, this is my chosen bond.” He might let out a soft chuckle, responding with something like, “I have no care for your opinions on my appearance,” dismissing the topic altogether but in a way that signals he’s more than willing to wear the marks of your affection, even if others aren’t privy to the full story. There’s an almost imperceptible pride in how he holds himself, as though claiming your bite marks is an act of strength, not weakness.

𐂂 No Shame, but Subtle Control of Exposure While he’s not one to openly flaunt the bite marks in the public eye, Thranduil certainly isn’t one to hide them entirely. His reaction is more one of subtle control—he doesn’t go out of his way to conceal them, but he’s aware of his position as a leader and king. If the marks are on his neck, he might wear his cloak or mantle in a way that slightly covers them without being overly obvious. However, the mark is there, and he’s not ashamed of it. Should someone point out the marks, he’ll address it with a calm and somewhat possessive tone: “I suppose I’ve been marked as yours, have I?” His voice holds an underlying possessiveness, making it clear that these marks are more than just marks—they signify something important, something that only the two of you share. If someone challenges or questions the marks, he’ll make no effort to hide his affection for you, his gaze lingering on the person for just long enough to convey that he’s not bothered by their opinion.

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Marking His Neck, Collarbone, Shoulder, Wrist, Pointy Elven Ear, and Other Areas

𐂂 Neck: A bite on Thranduil’s neck is an intimate and tender experience. His initial reaction will be one of surprise, but as soon as the feeling registers, his breath catches, and his back stiffens ever so slightly. He doesn’t pull away, though, allowing you to mark this sensitive part of him. His eyes might flutter closed as the sensation of your teeth against his skin intensifies, a soft groan escaping his lips. “Meleth-nîn… You leave your mark on me so easily,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky with a tinge of possessiveness. His usual restraint falters just for a moment as he lets you claim him in this way.

𐂂 Collarbone: When you bite his collarbone, it’s clear that he’s starting to enjoy your playful, possessive behavior. His muscles tighten, and there’s a visible shiver that runs through his body. Thranduil doesn’t resist your touch at all here, his eyes darkening with desire. “You mark me so boldly… and yet, you still tease me with such little regard for my dignity,” he says, his voice filled with both amusement and the quiet hum of appreciation. The sensitivity of this area heightens the intimacy of the moment, and he’s very aware of the mark you’ve left on him, wearing it like a badge of affection.

𐂂 Shoulder: Biting Thranduil’s shoulder gives you access to an area he’s not used to being marked, and his response is both possessive and passionate. His breath catches in his throat, and a soft sound escapes him—half groan, half gasp—as you press your teeth into his skin. He won’t pull away this time; instead, he lets out a quiet, deep chuckle. “I see you’re trying to make your claim on me,” he teases, but the heat in his gaze speaks volumes. His shoulders tense slightly as you leave a mark, but his lips curve into a soft smile, almost as if he’s pleased by your gesture.

𐂂 Wrist: Biting his wrist elicits a deeper, more possessive response from Thranduil. The sensitivity of this area, combined with the intimacy of the bite, makes him pause, his breath hitching in a quiet intake of air. His body may tremble just slightly, and he may instinctively pull his wrist closer to you, as though inviting you to mark him further. “You find such pleasure in marking me in the most delicate of places, don’t you?” he asks, his voice heavy with the mix of curiosity and arousal. The bite to his wrist deepens the connection, a small, intimate mark he doesn’t mind at all.

𐂂 Elven Ear: The bite on his elven ear elicits the strongest reaction from Thranduil. Elven ears are incredibly sensitive, and when you bite his ear, his response is immediate and intense. His body shudders in delight, and his breath catches audibly. He might even let out a quiet moan, his fingers gripping your arm tightly as he fights the urge to pull away. “Meleth-nîn… this is a line you’ve crossed,” he whispers, his voice hoarse with the unexpected pleasure. His usual regal composure falters as he leans into the mark, his eyes fluttering closed in the depth of his reaction.

𐂂 Other Areas (Inner Thighs, Chest, etc.): If you mark Thranduil in any other intimate area, his reaction would be one of raw vulnerability. His usual stoic, composed nature falls away, replaced by deep appreciation for your touch. A soft groan may escape him, and his body will instinctively lean toward yours, wanting more of your marks. He may even try to return the affection, gently caressing your skin in a silent request for you to continue. “You mark me as if you own me, mellon-nîn,” he murmurs, a possessive smile curling on his lips as he gazes at the marks you’ve left on him, the evidence of your intimacy marking him in ways he cannot hide.

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When He Notices a Mark Later – How He Reacts to Finding Unseen Marks

𐂂 Initial Reaction: Intense Awareness and Desire When Thranduil notices a bite mark later, especially in a reflection or as he’s removing his clothing, his response is far more intense than he might let on. His gaze sharpens as he notices the mark, his fingers lightly grazing the spot where your teeth once were. There’s a sharp breath that escapes him—an involuntary reaction to the intimacy of it. He might run his fingers over it, taking a moment to admire your handiwork. “Meleth-nîn…” he murmurs, his voice low with an unmistakable undertone of desire, as if the memory of your bite floods his senses again. He doesn’t remove his eyes from the mark as he stands still for a moment, savoring the sensation it evokes.

𐂂 Internal Conflict and Intimate Reflection A second reaction comes as he contemplates what the mark means. It’s a symbol of your intimacy, and Thranduil, despite his pride, feels a subtle vulnerability stirring within him. His usual regal air softens as he traces the mark with a thoughtful expression. For a moment, he may pause and become reflective, as though questioning how this small act of affection has affected him. He’s torn between his desire for composure and the undeniable pull of wanting to be marked by you. “So you do this to claim me, then?” he mutters under his breath, his voice thick with something between amusement and something far more vulnerable.

𐂂 Teasing, But Flattered Once he finds the mark, Thranduil will often turn to you with a teasing smile and a playful tone, though there’s a deeper, more private affection in his eyes. “I see you’ve left me a reminder of your affection,” he’ll say with a knowing grin, his voice laced with both amusement and desire. He might lean in close, allowing you to see the mark up close, his gaze both possessive and playful. The idea of you marking him in this way stirs something protective in him—he wears your mark as a symbol of your bond, and while he would never admit it openly, he secretly takes pride in it. The next time you’re alone, he might return the favor, marking you in his own way, his eyes smoldering with the same desire that your bite invoked in him.

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Gentle Bite: How He Reacts to Your Soft Teeth Against His Skin

𐂂 Unexpected Tenderness and Desire When you gently press your teeth against his skin—whether it’s a soft bite on his neck, shoulder, or collarbone—Thranduil’s response is immediate and powerful. The subtle, intimate nature of your bite sends a rush of warmth through him. At first, there’s a sharp intake of breath as he feels the pressure of your teeth, a mix of surprise and something deeper. His body goes still, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that betrays his internal struggle. “Meleth-nîn…” he breathes, the sound a mixture of pleasure and desire, his voice low and laden with emotion. The soft bite makes him feel vulnerable in a way he’s not accustomed to, and yet, it ignites a fire within him, pulling him closer to you.

𐂂 Soft Sighs, Relaxed Body Language After the initial wave of surprise, Thranduil’s reaction shifts into something more sensual. His body relaxes, a soft sigh escaping him as he feels the lingering sensation of your gentle bite. The more intimate nature of your touch—so different from his usual world of formality and control—stirs something within him. His hands may move to cradle your face or brush through your hair, his fingers trembling slightly as they explore the intimacy you’ve initiated. He doesn’t resist, allowing his emotions to wash over him as he gently pulls you closer. “You mark me so… softly,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender gesture. “But even this… drives me wild.”

𐂂 A Deeper Connection and Affection Your gentle bites make him feel both cherished and vulnerable, a combination he’s not accustomed to, but one he’s willing to embrace. Thranduil’s normally controlled demeanor softens when you show this tenderness. His hand may trail down your back as you remain close, his touch slow and deliberate, savoring the moment. “You make me feel… things I rarely allow myself to,” he admits, his voice low and sincere. The act of you gently biting him doesn’t just stir physical desire—it deepens his emotional connection with you, making him more vulnerable and open than he’s ever been with another. In these moments, his walls break down, and he finds himself lost in the tenderness of your affection.

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Biting Him in the Heat of the Moment

𐂂 Sharp Inhalation and a Lingering Glance In the heat of passion—whether it’s a heated argument or an intense moment of affection—when you bite him, Thranduil reacts with a sharp intake of breath. The sharpness of the bite seems to cut through his carefully maintained control, his chest tightening in reaction to the sudden burst of sensation. His body goes still for a heartbeat, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of surprise, desire, and something deeper—almost as if he’s uncertain how to process the vulnerability that comes with the bite. His mouth parts slightly, and he mutters under his breath, “Meleth-nîn…” His voice is thick, laden with the mix of pleasure and confusion that only your actions seem to provoke. The bite has unsettled him in the best way—pulling him out of his usual composed state into something raw and more instinctual.

𐂂 Growls, Soft Moans, and the Breaking of His Control As you continue to bite him in the heat of the moment, Thranduil’s reaction grows more visceral. A low growl rumbles in his throat, his body reacting to your touch with a sudden shift of desire. His hand instinctively moves to grip your wrist or to guide your body closer, the force of his grip a mixture of need and dominance. “You drive me mad,” he mutters, voice hoarse and thick with emotion, his breath quickening as he moves closer to you. His muscles tense as your bite sends waves of electricity through his body, the subtle pain turning into pleasure, and igniting something more primal within him. In these moments, he’s no longer the composed king you know—he’s fully immersed in the passion that your bite evokes.

𐂂 Tenderness After the Bite, But Still Possessive Once the moment subsides, and the bite has passed, Thranduil’s eyes soften as he looks at the mark you’ve left on his skin. His lips curl into a possessive yet affectionate smile as he gently traces his fingers over the bite, as if claiming it as his own. “You like to mark me, don’t you?” he asks, his voice softer now, tinged with admiration for the intimacy you’ve shared. Though his outward demeanor may return to a sense of calm, there’s a possessive edge to him that remains. His touch is gentler now, though no less intense, as he runs his fingers along the spot you’ve bitten, savoring the reminder of your presence and the powerful way your touch—whether it’s passionate or playful—has transformed him.

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When He Sees You Admiring Your Marks on His Skin

𐂂 Gentle Amusement with a Hint of Possessiveness When Thranduil catches you admiring the bite marks you’ve left on his skin—perhaps as your fingers graze over the tender spots on his neck or shoulder—his initial response is a mixture of amusement and something more possessive. His regal demeanor softens for a moment, and his eyes darken as he watches you, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curling his lips. “You seem pleased with your work,” he comments, his voice low and laced with a hint of something more primal. He doesn’t mind that you’re admiring the marks; rather, he feels a stirring of pride in knowing that he is the one you’ve chosen to leave your mark on. There’s a possessiveness in the way he looks at you, as though he is silently claiming those marks as a reflection of your intimacy. He steps closer, his body language subtly protective, and gently touches the spot where you bit him, his fingers lingering there. “Do you like seeing me marked, meleth-nîn?” His voice is soft but thick with a mix of pride and desire, indicating just how much he treasures the marks you’ve left on him.

𐂂 Desire and Soft Teasing As you continue to admire the marks you’ve left on his skin, Thranduil’s expression shifts slightly, becoming more intense, more focused on you and the way you linger over his skin. His eyes darken with desire, and he steps forward, brushing his thumb over the mark you’re inspecting. “Do they please you?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with a soft, teasing tone, as though he’s enjoying how much they’ve affected you. There’s a heat in his gaze, a silent question of whether you’re enjoying the marks on him or if you’re fantasizing about adding more. His lips curl into a slight smile, and his hand moves from the mark to your chin, guiding your gaze back to his. “Perhaps it is not just my skin you’re admiring,” he murmurs, his voice filled with the deep, throaty undertone of someone who is both possessive and deeply in love. In this moment, he treasures not just the marks but the intimacy they represent—your desire for him, your claim on him, and your shared connection.

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Biting Him During Moments of Stress

𐂂 Startled but Appreciative, with a Subtle Tension When you bite Thranduil during a particularly stressful moment, the reaction is immediate, though not quite what you might expect. His body goes tense at first, the sharp sensation of your teeth against his skin pulling him from his intense thoughts. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and his breath catches slightly. “Meleth-nîn… What are you doing?” he murmurs, his voice still heavy with stress, but there’s an undertone of both surprise and curiosity in his words. He doesn’t push you away, though—he actually finds himself grounding himself in the sensation of your bite. For a moment, the pressure of his kingdom, the weight of his crown, feels a little more distant. The bite, though playful, has a deeply intimate effect, pulling him out of his mind and back into the present with you.

𐂂 Relief and Deepened Connection As you hold your bite on his skin, even briefly, Thranduil’s body begins to relax, his posture softening. His hands, which had been clenched or fidgeting with the tension of stress, fall to his sides, and his gaze softens as he looks at you. “You know, meleth-nîn, you always seem to know how to handle me,” he says, his voice deep and warm, though there’s still a hint of exhaustion in his tone. The bite you leave, though intimate, serves as a release for him, a way to momentarily escape the burden of his responsibilities. As you pull away, you can see the weight lifting from his face, his eyes no longer as strained. There’s an unspoken thanks in the way he gazes at you—a mix of affection, relief, and a deeper connection that he doesn’t always express verbally. In those quiet moments of stress, your bite serves as a reminder that he is not alone, that there’s someone who understands the need to be grounded and loved in a way only you can provide.

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His ‘Punishments’ for Over-enthusiastic Biting

𐂂 A Quiet, Dominant Correction If your biting becomes a little too enthusiastic in intimate moments, Thranduil’s response is less about verbal reprimands and more about subtle, dominant correction. The first time you bite him too hard, he might flinch, the pain sharp but brief. “Meleth-nîn…” he murmurs with a hint of a warning, his voice a low growl, though there’s no malice in his words. His hand may gently, but firmly, grasp your wrist or shoulder, pulling you back just a little. The correction is gentle, but there’s an unspoken authority in it—he’s showing you that he enjoys your affection, but there’s a certain level of control and understanding he expects in moments of intimacy.

𐂂 Intimate Correction with a Promise of Pleasure After the initial gentle rebuke, Thranduil will usually take the opportunity to teach you in a much more intimate way. “If you’re going to bite, meleth-nîn, remember that there’s pleasure to be found in restraint,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. His fingers might gently caress the spot you’ve bitten, as if to remind you of the delicate balance between affection and pain. “Don’t think you can get away with this so easily, but…” His lips curve into a faint smirk, and he leans closer. “If you insist on leaving marks, you’ll find that I can make it very rewarding for you when you do.” His ‘punishment,’ then, becomes less of a correction and more of a subtle promise—if you follow his lead and find the right balance, the rewards will be far greater than any mark you might leave on him. The moment becomes both a lesson in boundaries and a deeper connection, rooted in the trust and intimacy you share.

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jayktoralldaylong · 2 months ago

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I love the TGCF approach to religion because it shows that you don't need to make your charcaters atheist to make them 'cool'.

Take He Xuan for instance. He Xuan spent day and night praying to god to solve his problems. Just to end up finding out that 'god' was causing ALL of his problems. 💀💀💀💀 What did He Xuan do? Defiantly stop believing in god? Don't be ridiculous. He Xuan's new goal became climbing into the heavenly realm to kill 'god' with own two hands. 😂😂🤣🤣😭😭

Now if anyone had the right to become athiest in TGCF, it was Qi Rong, the boy abandoned by god.

And I do love the parallels between Qi Rong and Hua Cheng because they essentially worshipped the same god. But Qi Rong is a representation of a fanatic. He beat children and slaughtered people 'in the name of the Lord' then did not understand why he was shunned by the god he loved. From his perspective, all he ever did was love god. But his god would not love him back.

Meanwhile, the reason Xie Lian responded to tiny Hua Cheng in the first place was because Hua Cheng was one of the only few believers to follow his instructions when it came to prayer.

Xie Lian wanted all of his believers to pray standing up with their heads bowed. He did not want monetary offerings but they were allowed to give him gifts. So tiny Hua Cheng did not kneel while he prayed and he brought Xie Lian a flower. It pleased the young prince greatly. He could not leave Hua Cheng's prayer unanswered.

Then Bai Wuxiang (I love all the four calamities so much).

Interestingly, the most atheist character in TGCF was a god himself. A god who'd grown quite tired of getting all the blame every time something bad happened. He'd slaved away thanklessly for the people he loved, but as soon as things went wrong, they turned on him. Hated him, cursed him, even beat him.💔 A god that grew to loathe his believers and caused them endless suffering.... Because they were always praying to god, but none of them would stay with him when things got hard.

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navybrat817 · 2 months ago

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For your ficlets, how about Andy Barber and notes tucked beneath your morning coffee. And let’s go fluffy, since it leans that way and it’s a ficlet 🤣 (that said, spicy could be fun too 😉)

I added a touch of angst (not much!). I hope you don't mind!

Post-It Notes

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: You like to surprise Andy with post-it notes.

Word Count: Over 750

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, touch of angst and insecurities, comfort, feels, Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first post-it note you left for Andy was in his briefcase. You wrote, “Have a great day!” with a smiley face and heart. It was a silly thing really. You just wanted to do something to make him smile when he went to work.

“I loved the note, honey,” he told you once he got home, showing you that he kept it, too.

It became your new thing after that.

It was fun thinking of new places to hide notes for him. In the dresser drawers, tucked inside of his favorite book, in his lunch container. You managed to sneak one into his wallet once and even in his glove compartment when he wasn’t looking. It was almost like a game and you imagined his smile or chuckle every time he found one when you weren’t around.

The notes came in different colors and shapes. You tried to come up with different kinds of quotes, too, that ranged from telling him to have a good day to how much you loved him to how sexy he was. You wanted each to feel special and to be a surprise.

“You spoil me,” he smiled when he found one in his tacklebox during a weekend trip.

For some reason you worried after a few weeks that he’d get sick of the notes and you stopped leaving them for him for a short time. You weren’t sure why you suddenly felt insecure about them. It wasn’t like he said anything. It just felt… Well, like you were being clingy or too much.

“Morning,” Andy smiled when you ventured into the kitchen. He was already at the island sipping his coffee, dressed in his usual suit sans the jacket. He had a mug ready for you, too.

“Morning,” you smiled back, greeting him with a kiss. “Mmm. Caffeine,” you said happily, your hands warming as they wrapped around the mug and inhaling as you lifted it up to your face.

“Yep,” he smirked, looking at you expectantly as he took another sip.

“What?” you asked curiously. You knew that look. What was he up to?

His eyes flickered to where your mug was sitting before he looked at your face again. Glancing down, you gasped when you spotted the post-it note. You recognized Andy’s handwriting and smiled when you read it: “I’ll always love you, honey.”

“You…” you set the mug down so you could trace the letters with your finger. “You left me a post-it note.”

“Well, you’re always leaving them for me, and they brighten my day. I wanted to do the same for you,” he explained, your face falling a bit since you hadn’t given him a note in days. “Are you okay?”

“I thought they’d annoy you after a while, so I stopped.” You smiled sadly when you faced him. He looked heartbroken, and you felt like an idiot. “And it was nothing you said or did, okay? I promise. You know I just get in my own head sometimes.”

Everyone had moments like that when the mean voice won.

“You really don’t know much they mean to me, do you, honey?” he asked quietly, stepping away before you could answer. “Hold on.”

You sipped your coffee while you waited for him to come back, staring at the post-it note again as guilt churned in your stomach. It was so sweet of him to do that. Why did you doubt yourself?

“Here,” he said, coming back into the kitchen with a small album in hand. You hadn’t seen it before. “Take a look.”

Flipping it open and looking through the pages, tears clogged your throat. It was every single note you had given him, each one carefully preserved. “You saved all of them,” you whispered, a tear slipping out from the corner of your eye.

“Of course, I did.” His beard tickled your cheek as he kissed it away. “They mean everything to me, and so do you.”

Turning your head, you brushed your lips against his thanks. A thank you for keeping them, for assuring you, and for loving you. “I’ll keep leaving them then.”

“And I can’t wait to figure out where you hide the next one,” he said, slipping his arms around your waist. “You know, it’s still early. I think we should go back to bed.”

“But you’re already dressed,” you teased. “Never stopped us before,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

Having a partner like Andy made you feel blessed, and you couldn’t wait to leave him another note.

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leejenowrld · 22 days ago

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can we get... yn & jeno roleplay maid costume please🫣 or do you think would they be into like masked/masquerade sex? (not blindfolding, just covered face or eyes)

would jeno & y/n do snowboarding/skiing activities? (ive been watching too much snowboarding and men in helmet tiktoks🤣)

thank you ❤️

y/n + jeno roleplay

i got very carried away and wrote a lot. enjoy my love <3 intense smut below the cut.

maid costume roleplay?

yes. completely yes. but it’s done in your way..

you go full in, it’s not a passing joke or a quick fuck, it’s something that brews all week between you. jeno’s not just teasing, you’re not just hinting. you’re deliberately winding him up every day — leaving little messes around the house, towels dropped on the floor, dishes half-done, looking over your shoulder at him with that glint in your eye like you want him to snap. he tries to ignore it, but you make it impossible, especially when you’re walking around the house in nothing but those tight little shorts that ride up when you bend over, or your oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder just enough to show skin. you’re baiting him, and you both know it. the moment it snaps is perfect — you’re bent over in the kitchen, waiting for him to walk in, already in the maid outfit, but it’s filthier than he ever imagined, the corset pulled so tight around your waist it makes his mouth water, the skirt tiny and useless, your ass fully on show, bare underneath except for the straps of your stockings framing your thighs, begging to be marked. the way you turn to him, batting your lashes as you say, “dinner’s ready, sir,” almost makes him lose his mind on the spot.

he doesn’t play it soft. not this time. he plays it mean. he stalks right up to you, corners you against the counter, his voice dropping low and rough in your ear as he growls, “no dinner till you earn it, maid.” you play your part perfectly, wide eyes, lip caught between your teeth, pretending to be nervous but really, you’re the one with all the control. you love the way he takes the bait, the way his hands roam your body like he’s inspecting you for dust, rough palms gliding over the curves of your hips, your ass, your thighs, cupping between your legs to check how wet you are, finding you soaked through without even trying. and he punishes you for it, fucks you right there over the kitchen counter, the clang of dishes pushed aside barely registering over your moans, your hands bracing against the wood as he splits you open on his cock. but it doesn’t stop there, baby — he doesn’t stop until he’s taken you to every surface in the house, because if you’re going to play the maid, you better clean every single room.

living room? he drags you over the back of the couch, pushes your face into the cushions, and takes you so hard you see stars, your thighs trembling from the force of him. bedroom? he throws you onto the bed, makes you hold the feather duster while he fucks you so deep you can’t breathe, your walls clenching around him, your moans turning wrecked and desperate as you whimper, “yes, sir, yes, sir, please—” until you’re choking on your own pleasure, the feather duster dropping from your hand as you come around his cock. he makes you beg, makes you tell him you’ll be a good little maid, promise to clean up all your messes, promise to serve him whenever he wants. and he loves it, eats it up, needs it, because it’s filthy and playful but also so intimate, a game only the two of you know how to play.

but you own him too. you flip the roles, and it’s worse — so much dirtier. he’s the maid this time, stripped down to just tight black briefs and an apron that does nothing to hide the hard line of his cock pressing against the fabric. you make him get on his knees for you, make him crawl across the floor and pick up after you, his breath shaky as he gathers your clothes, folds them neatly, eyes burning with need as you sit pretty on the couch like you own the whole house. “clean me next,” you command, parting your thighs, and he obeys without hesitation, burying his face between your legs, his tongue filthy, desperate, licking into you until you’re gasping his name, grinding down against his mouth as he moans like he’s the one being ruined. you make him fuck you with the maid apron still on, tugging the tie at his waist to pull him closer, wrapping your legs around him tight as you whisper, “good boy. keep cleaning.” and he does, fucking you deep, rough, fast, until you’re both breathless, soaked in sweat, your bodies tangled in the mess of your game. jeno lives for this with you. both versions — whether you’re the maid or he is, whether you’re begging or commanding, whether you’re bent over the counter or sprawled on the bed with him kneeling between your thighs — it’s about the way you own each other, how you make even the dirtiest, most teasing game feel like the deepest intimacy. he loves how you take it too far, how you make him lose control, how you let him ruin you, and how you ruin him right back.

here’s a little scene of it as i became way too carried away 🖤

jeno pushes the door open, shoulders stiff from coach suh running practice like military. he expects the usual quiet of home but instead, he stops dead in the doorway. his eyes drag slow, disbelieving, over the scene that greets him. you’re bent over at the stove, apron strings hanging loose at your back, black satin maid uniform hugging your body like sin itself. the skirt is a useless scrap, barely skimming the top of your thighs, sheer enough that the curve of your bare ass shows clean through. no panties, just a thin glimmer of your folds peeking out when you shift your weight from one leg to the other. stockings stretched tight to your thighs, delicate bows teasing his control, and your heels click against the floor when you move, intentional, like you want him to hear every step. "welcome home, sir," you purr, not even looking over your shoulder, your voice thick with syrupy mischief. "dinner’s almost ready."

jeno’s throat works on a hard swallow, but his mouth is dry, lips parted around a sound that never comes. he drops his bag where he stands, eyes heavy on your body like he can’t look away, and you know exactly what you’re doing to him. you planned this. you feel the tension radiating from him, hot and coiled, but you keep your back to him just a little longer, sway your hips a little more as you stir the pan, knowing full well he’s burning holes through you. it only takes him a few more heartbeats to move.

you don’t hear him at first, but you feel him — feel the heat of his body as he steps in close, crowding you against the counter, the solid wall of his chest pressing to your back. his hands find your waist, rough and greedy, fingers slipping under the hem of the apron to clutch your bare skin. his voice rumbles dark in your ear, low and sharp like a warning, but you can taste the hunger in it. "what the fuck do you think you’re doing, maid?" he growls, the title rolling off his tongue like it’s dirty, like you’re something he owns, something under contract to serve him.

you tilt your head back, neck arching prettily, lips curling into a wicked smile. "serving you, sir," you breathe, letting your ass grind back against the thick line of his cock already straining his sweats. "just like you asked."

jeno’s breath catches, sharp and jagged, and you feel him twitch against you, thick and hot even through the fabric. "this is how you think you serve me?" his voice roughens, thick with grit and disbelief, and his hands slide up your ribs, thumb brushing the underside of your bare breast where the corset dips scandalously low. "walking around my house dressed like a fucking whore?"

"your whore," you correct softly, breath hitching as his palm cups your breast, squeezing possessively. "only yours."

that snaps something in him. in one brutal motion, he spins you around, your back hitting the counter, and he cages you in, eyes dark and wild as they rake over you, taking in every obscene inch of you like he’s memorizing the view. "you wanna play this game, maid?" he grits out, one hand snatching your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up so you can’t look anywhere but at him. "fine. you’re mine for the night. you work for me. you do what i say, exactly how i say it."

"yes, sir," you whisper, breathless, your pulse racing as the heat between your thighs grows unbearable.

"good," he snaps, and then his mouth is on yours, hot and punishing, teeth scraping your lip as he swallows your gasp. his hands roam everywhere, greedy and rough, palming your tits through the corset, dragging the stiff boning tight to your body as if he wants to crush you in his hold. he pulls back just long enough to rasp, "you don’t get to eat tonight until i’ve had my fill of you."

"guess i’ll be starving," you taunt, your smile wicked.

jeno laughs darkly, humorless and sharp, his eyes flashing as he yanks the apron strings free, lets the useless fabric fall to the floor. "you won’t have the strength to eat when i’m done with you."

masquerade / masked sex?

yes. yes yes yes. imagine them sneaking off from an event, still half in formal wear, masks still on, that heightened thrill of anonymity even though they both know exactly who’s beneath the satin and lace. it makes everything feel more dangerous, more secret, more urgent. jeno is into the way your lips peek beneath the mask, the way your eyes are hidden but your body tells him everything. you ride him with the mask still on, whispering filthy things like "pretend you don't know me" and it drives him insane. it’s all about pretending but still knowing. pretending you’re strangers but moving like lovers who know every inch of each other. another shorter written scene below cos i’m obsessed with roleplay 🖤

jeno’s world is bigger than you ever thought it could be, not just the court, not just the campus, but the sharp, glittering edges of the elite circles that come with his family name and his rising fame, a world of handshakes too firm and smiles too sharp, of basketball sponsorship galas, high-profile charity balls, sports federation banquets that feel less like celebrations and more like hunts, everyone circling him, trying to pull him in deeper, closer, wanting a piece of him because they see the future in his stride and the weight of his bloodline on his shoulders, and because you’re his, you belong in that world too, draped in silk, glitter at your throat, your arm in his as you step into rooms that swallow you whole with chandeliers and champagne towers, your heels echoing against marble as cameras flash and heads turn, every gaze slipping over you with thinly veiled curiosity, wondering who you are to stand at his side and smile like you own the place

you hate it at first, hated the pretence of it all, but then you realised you could play the game too — no, both of you could, and you started twisting these nights into something wicked between you, something private and dangerous beneath the polite applause and fake laughter, a secret language made of glances and grazes of his fingertips against your spine, of the way his gaze darkens when you lean too close to someone else, of the way you smirk at him over the rim of your glass, knowing exactly what you’re doing, feeding the fire between you until it’s ready to explode — and tonight is no different, but it’s worse, because it’s a masquerade ball, and the second you step through the doors, masked and unrecognisable, jeno’s control starts to slip thread by thread, his eyes scanning the room with this low, possessive hunger until they land on you, draped in black satin, mask delicate and sharp against your cheekbones, lips curved in a wicked little tilt as you pretend not to notice him watching, as you let strangers drift too close, let their eyes linger on your exposed back, your bare thighs beneath the slit of your dress, and jeno swears under his breath, chest rising hard beneath his tailored suit, because he knows you’re doing it for him, knows you’re baiting him just to see how far he’ll let it go before he breaks

and god, he does, because it’s always been a game between you, but the masquerade makes it filthier, sharper, more dangerous, because you’re not hiding from him, you’re daring him to find you, daring him to lose himself the second he does, and he does, the moment he catches sight of you across the ballroom, mask veiling half your face but doing nothing to hide the way your eyes burn for him, your dress black and slick against your skin, your smile wicked and knowing, and he plays his part so well, lets you tease him all night, lets you let strangers touch your waist and offer you drinks while his jaw tightens under the shadow of his mask, his fists flexing at his sides like he’s seconds from snapping, and when he finally does, it’s brutal, it’s inevitable, it’s his hand around your wrist dragging you into the shadows like you belong there, like you’ve belonged to him from the start, pinning you against cold marble and yanking your dress up while your breath catches and your legs spread for him, his mask still on, your mask still on, both of you moving like it’s the only way you know how to speak, like it’s the only language you’ve ever learned, rough and desperate, all teeth and hands and bodies crashing together until you’re shaking against the wall, moaning his name like you forgot anyone else was ever there, and even after he’s finished he keeps you close, keeps your mask tilted on your cheek as he kisses you hard and breathless, promising you low against your lips “mine, no matter the mask, no matter the crowd, no matter what game you play, you’re always fucking mine.”

snowboarding / skiing together?

not only would they do it, baby, they would thrive. jeno in full gear? helmet, goggles, tight black snow gear clinging to him — chef’s kiss. he’s competitive but so hot about it, helping you strap in, fixing your gloves for you, pulling your jacket tight with this proud little smirk on his face like mine. he teaches you, naturally. holds you from behind on the slopes, guides your hips, steadying you with big warm hands, pressing close to your ear to murmur, “i’ve got you.” you get cocky, try to speed ahead, and he chases you down effortlessly. later, in the cabin, still breathless from the cold and adrenaline, you end up a mess on the couch in front of the fire. rosy cheeks, chilled skin warming under his mouth, thick layers peeled off one by one until he’s fucking you right there with the snow still melting in your hair. there’s a softness to it too, like you’re in your own little world, tucked away in the mountains, no one else around but you and him.

scene below 🖤

jeno in full snow gear is already enough to make your knees weak, all sharp black layers hugging his frame, helmet snug over his dark hair, goggles pushed high for now just so you can still see the glint in his eyes when he smirks down at you, all proud and possessive like he’s already claimed you right there in the snow. he fusses over you more than necessary, pulling your jacket snug at the collar, tucking your scarf tighter, his gloved hands big and sure as they smooth over your hips like he’s checking you for something he’ll never say out loud. “can’t have you getting hurt out there,” he murmurs, but it’s deeper than concern, it’s territorial, his gaze lingering on the flush in your cheeks from the cold, your breath puffing in soft clouds between you. when you tease him about being overprotective, about knowing what you’re doing, he just hums under his breath, low and warning, leaning in until his lips brush your ear beneath the helmet. “yeah? you know how to survive me too?” he taunts, smug and dangerous and entirely too good at this, his eyes gleaming behind the goggles as he fastens your gloves with a firm tug and steps back like he’s admiring his work. like you belong to him, fully kitted out and entirely at his mercy.

on the slopes, it’s worse — or better, depending how you see it — because he never stops touching you. not for a second. he presses in close from behind, one arm around your waist, the other guiding your hands over the poles, his chest solid against your back and his breath hot in your ear despite the bite of the mountain air. “trust me,” he says, and you do, because how could you not when he holds you like that, steady and sure, his gloved fingers spreading wide across your hips to steer you down the powdery slope. but then you get cocky, you always do, you try to twist out of his hold, flash him a wicked smile over your shoulder and push off faster, teasing him with a playful “keep up, captain.” and jeno? oh, he does. he catches you before you even hit full speed, cutting through the snow like it’s nothing, his long legs eating up the distance as he grabs your waist and spins you to a halt, both of you breathless and laughing, snowflakes catching in your lashes as he yanks your goggles up just to kiss you, hard and claiming, like you’re the prize at the end of the run. “told you,” he rasps, his forehead pressed to yours beneath the helmets, his smirk curling against your mouth. “always got you.”

after, when the sky darkens and you’re tucked away in the private cabin, it unravels fast, the high of the adrenaline still in your veins, your skin still tingling from the cold. he strips you out of your layers piece by piece, slow at first like he’s unwrapping something precious, then faster, hungrier, as your breath catches and your pulse races under his fingers. your cheeks are still flushed from the mountain air but they burn hotter beneath his mouth, his lips grazing the chill from your collarbones, your thighs, your hips as he kisses his way down, his hands greedy and rough on your bare skin. the fire crackles behind you, casting amber light over his sharp jaw and hungry eyes, and when he fucks you on the thick rug by the hearth, it feels wild and intimate all at once, like you’ve carved out a private universe in the middle of the frozen world. he keeps you close, keeps you under him, his mouth never far from yours, catching your soft sounds and feeding them back to you like he’s starving for them, for you, “can’t get enough of you, even out here,” he groans against your lips, hips grinding deeper, harder, his pace relentless and adoring all at once, making you feel like you’re the only warmth he’ll ever need in the dead of winter.

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