#they all look the god damn Same especially with them getting All kinds of skins

[gender-euphowrya]

at this point when i see a screenshot of an overwatch woman i don't even know which one it is anymore

[notsodelirious]

everyone seems to think jason is this big bad dom who's kinky and teasing and all that shit

NO??? PLEASE??????

let me tell you, jason as big as he is, he's just as soft and WILL melt the moment your fingers graze him ANYWHERE

bro starts whimpering even at the mere THOUGHT you touching his dick, but would never bring it up cause he's scared you'll reject him and be disgusted

so he puts on his mask, kisses you, teases a bit, and then backs off as if nothing happened

but the moment you do initiate anything with him? he's gone, left, away

he can't help but pour all his love into you, it's almost emotional

he's so touch deprived and needy for any kind of positive attention and affirmation that he has to will himself to not cry when you look at him with so much love in your eyes, much less when you want to show him just how much you love him

AND GOD PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE KISS THAT MANS SCARS

HE MIGHT ACTUALLY START CRYING

he has always been so ashamed of them, so scared you'll run off the moment you see him, all of him (especially about the autopsy scar)

so the moment you stay instead? the moment you stare at him with adoration and litter him with kisses, saying how beautiful he looks? IM SORRY, HES GONE

him and the puddle on the floor? same thing

yearning is this mans first language and I stand by it

I've been seeing so much of dom Jay so please let my boy be soft😭

(tim, on the other hand, is exactly what people think jason is, mans a little snarky piece of shit everywhere and always, and i love him as he is)

(also sorry for the rant, got carried away a bit 😅)

absolutely no worries about the rant Anon, I love your way of thinking <3 sorry this took so long but I hope this answers your prompt

Look at me — Jason Todd

synopsis — you love Jason, even if he doesn’t believe you’ll love every part of him

notes — NSFW MDNI pretty please, also so long and so not edited, so apologies (edit — has been proofread, somewhat, but still not edited)

tags — established relationship, mentions of canon death, mild blood and injury, smut as mentioned above, 2.5k words, no use of y/n, gn!reader, Jason calls the reader “baby” and “babe”

The first time you see his scars, it’s completely unintentional. You run cold so you’re constantly turning the heat up in your apartment, far beyond what Jason thinks is reasonable. He complains, but you can’t help but note he’s a big guy, ‘obviously he’s not going to feel as cold as you do’.

His complaints continue, even after you’ve settled down to watch a movie, moaning about how ‘it’s so damn hot in here, it feels like a sauna’, and then proceeds to pull his hoodie off. You didn’t mean to stare as he tugs the offending piece of clothing over his head, but his shirt rids up just the slightest bit. Just enough to reveal a gnarled pink scar across his hip bone and a sharp, clean but raised scar right down his lower abdomen.

You’ve always assumed he has scars—he’s a vigilante; you’ve seen him come home limping more times than you’ve seen him get a full 8 hours of sleep.

Besides, it isn’t as if you’ve never seen any scars on him. He exists in t-shirt and the skin there is littered with scars of all shapes and sizes, from gunshot wounds to knives to mosquito bites. You’ve treated the occasional surface wound on his face or leg from time to time. You had seen his skin and he’s shown himself to you.

But that doesn’t stop you from staring.

This is different.

Only as the realisation that you’ve never seen him shirtless dawns on you, that you start to consider why that is.

You almost reach out to brush your fingers against the raised skin but he manages to dislodge himself from his jumper before then.

He tosses it onto the floor, kicks it out of the way just enough so neither of you will trip on it. He pauses briefly when he notices you, your stare. You tug his shirt down before he can even consider the movement himself, covering the sliver of skin that had been exposed to you.

You sit, in complete silence. You aren’t waiting for anything, you simply have nothing to say as you continue to watch the movie. A shaky hand reaches for yours and you can’t help the warmth in your heart when you feel his lips rest against the back of your hand.

The second time, you don’t even see anything at all. Another movie, a little less attention paid to it, as Jason kisses on you, your cheeks, neck, lips. You laugh softly as you let him, gently running your fingers through his hair, smiling at him as he comes up for air.

“What are you smiling like that for?”

“I just happen to have the prettiest boyfriend.”

You almost miss how his cheeks flush softly in the dark room and you laugh a little louder, pulling him down for a kiss as you straddle his lap. You let your hands roam, feeling his broad shoulders, arms and back as he dissolves beneath your touch, like sugar in warm water. You smile against his lips as he sinks into the sofa, soft panting a little too frantic for the slow-paced make-out session.

“Is somebody flustered?” you joke kindly as you tilt your head to lean against his cheek, hands on his hips and tugging on the hem of his shirt. “Don’t know what to do with yourself?”

“Please…”

You pull back just enough to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows, his eyes practically crossing all to look up at you, and watch your face.

“Please?” you repeat softly, as your fingertips brush against his lower stomach, feeling the muscles tense and twitch at the featherlight touch. “What are you asking for, baby?”

Your fingers creep higher, following the raised bumps and lines you can feel on his skin, under his shirt. He shivers, a soft moan slipping past his lips as you reach his pecs. You lay your palms flat against them, taking great joy in squeezing them gently and making Jason’s heart pound faster beneath your hand.

“Enjoying yourself?” you said, sly as you kiss his jaw, down his neck to press your lips to his pulsing jugular.

“I- please, I-“ You can’t help the breathy laugh as you move downwards, leaving tender, open mouth kisses along his throat, sucking his skin here and there, revelling in the soft moans and whimpers that slip from the back of his throat. Almost instinctually, his hips buck against yours—you hum, amused, before grinding back against him, feeling him tremble beneath your ministrations.

“I-“

Your hands continue to feel under his shirt, around his ribs, down his waist, down his sternum-

“Stop.”

You freeze, pull back and look at him.

“Jay?”

“I just-“ he swallows as he looks at himself, then at you, as if debating whether or not he should finish the thought and explain. Eventually, he just wordlessly shakes his head, pulling your hands out from beneath his shirt, “No.”

“Okay,” you kiss his cheek before sliding off his lap to settle beside him. You don’t understand what’s wrong, and as curious as you are, it’s not like you’re going to push him for an answer.

Jason is many things: loyal, kind, loving, a dickhead—but emotionally vulnerable and open is not part of that list. Pushing him to do or say anything leads to a quick dismissal at best. And an outburst at worst.

Jason would come to you in his own time.

That time happened to be a week later.

It’s a long night, he forgets himself. He climbs in through your window, tries to be as quiet as possible. But tonight, he forgets himself, shuts the window behind himself just a little too hard and the frame rattles softly. He doesn’t notice you stir or the soft mumble as you roll onto your side, too focused on trying to shed his leather jacket. Through bleary eyes, you can just about see him move about the room, hearing him curse silently.

The bathroom door closes before the lights flick on. Cupboards open and close, more cursing. You slip out of bed, recoiling a little at the cold floorboards beneath your feet, and pad towards the bathroom, knocking softly before pushing the door open.

“Jay?-“

“Shit-“

You freeze at the sight of each other. His bloody shirt is on the floor, staining a couple of your white tiles a vibrant red. Medical supplies are strewn across the counter, medical gauze packs ripped open and a suture needle halfway set up.

And Jason was…

A large gash spanned from his ribs to his hips—at least from what you could from beneath the bloodied towel he was holding his wound.

“Jesus, don’t you knock-“

“What happened?” you ask instead, rushing forward to help him staunch the bleeding. He groans as you apply pressure but doesn’t push you away, letting you come up close to him. You chance a peek beneath the make shift compress, trying to not pull a face as you convince yourself it’s not as bad as it looks.

“I’ll stitch you up,” you say softly as you look around the bathroom—the suture kit that he had already pulled out isn’t sterile anymore, you’ll have to take out a new one… “Go lie down, I’ll…” You trail off as you look up at him, meet his distant gaze as he stares down at you, almost unseeing. “Jay?”

He blinks and the afterimage of fear you saw flicker across his face is gone, face falling back into something more impassive.

“Lie down,” he mumbles, “Yeah… yeah, sure.”

He slips away from you, most likely a little dazed from the bloodloss. You’re itching to now how he got to that point, who could have gotten close enough to slice him like that but you shelve all those questions for later and begin to prep from wound care instead to go make sure your boyfriend doesn’t bleed.

You return to him minutes later, with an unopened first aids kit and clean hands and kneel beside him, from where he was sat on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t have to…”

“Horizontal, babe,” you say softly as you nudge him. He settles as you flip open the kit and start cleaning his wound, apologising quietly for every wince and sharp breath.

Stitching him up is simple enough—his pain tolerance terrifies you but you don’t utter a word, just make sure to get the job done as swiftly and painlessly as possible.

You cut the last stitch, roll off your gloves, dump the whole thing on the bedside table—unsanitary and dangerous but your hands are trembling a little too much and your nerves a little too frayed from worry to truly care.

“Okay,” you swallow as you press a piece of clean gauze against his fresh stitches, “Sit up, lemme bandage you up.” Jason complies as best he can, muscles flexing under his skin as he sits up for you and you shuffle closer to wrap clean bandages around his midriff. You try to solely pay attention to the task at hand but now that nobody is in danger of bleeding out, you can’t help but let your eyes wonder across his bare torso. They trace the scars that litter his chest, linger on the large Y, carved from beneath his collarbones, joining at his sternum before disappearing beneath my bandaging.

“Sorry,” he says in a small voice. You tuck the end of the wrap into itself before you look up at him. He doesn’t look back, expression almost sheepish as if he were embarrassed. “I’ll put a shirt on-“

“Don’t.” You climb up onto the bed, straddling his thighs as you cup his face, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Don’t say that…”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“You told me you didn’t finish the ice cream last week.”

Your laugh rings clear in the still bedroom as you lean forward to kiss him.

“Well I’m not lying now,” you whisper against his lips. The kiss is slow, tender, as you both pour your souls into each other. “You scared me shitless.”

“Sorry-“

Your fingertips graze along the large scar on his chest.

“I’d ask you not to do it again but you probably will, won’t you?” He nods as he follows your hand, breathing deepening ever so slightly as you feel him. “Guess I’ll just have to enjoy you while I have you here.”

“Babe…”

“Shh,” you push him down carefully, avoiding his injury. “Just let me take care of you.”

His sighs are soft as he follows your lead, letting himself be pushed and pulled around. You kiss him, in a way only a devotee can worship their deity, lavishing him and devouring him.

“You’re so fucking pretty.”

You move down his body, from his jaw to his neck. Your tongue runs along the straight scar there—you wonder what happened. You always wonder. But some stories were better kept for quieter nights.

Your lips and tongue brush along his skin, tracing every jagged scar you come across.

“Babe…” he moans breathily as he squirms ever so slightly beneath you, resisting the urge to buck his hips against your body.

“Is there something you’d like, handsome?” You smile as you thumb his nipples, your glee only growing as he whimpers, arching his back into your touch. You pinch them, tug them, make him squirm and pant harder. “You’re so needy, aren’t you?”

“Baby, please-“

You leave hickeys on his chest, following the large scar down between his pecs.

“So desperate.”

“Babe-“

You bite his pec, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him keen and buck his hips against yours, making you groan in turn. He grinds his covered hard-on against your crotch, seeking any friction he can.

“You need it, don’t you?”

His nodding is furtive and eager and your heart sores while your hand creeps downwards, following down his happy trail and dipping past his waistband.

“What do we say when we want something?”

“Please,” he whimpers as he looks up at you, adoration and desperation pooling in his deep green eyes. Tears brim along his waterline when you finally wrap your hand around his cock, warm and heavy against your palm. “Please. Please, please, baby, please-“

You tug him out of his underwear before you slowly start to pump, running your thumb along the head of his cock, teasing his leaking slit with the pad of your thumb.

“Such a polite boy,” you purr just as you sink lowered, kissing the scar on his hip before nuzzling your cheek against his cock. “Stay still for me, okay baby?”

You don’t give him any more warning before you’re sinking down on him, taking him into your mouth, wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach. You hollow your cheeks as you pull back up, bobbing your head on his dick as he moans and whimpers above you.

“Baby, baby, fuck-“

You hum in response, vibrations running through him making him shudder. His fingers tangle in your hair as suck his dick, gripping you like he’s unsure whether he wants you to stay or go.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, babe-“

You look up at him from beneath teary eyelashes, blinking up at him as if you aren’t choking on his dick. You pull away, making him whine in protest but you don’t cave, continuing to jerk him off.

“You wanna cum, handsome.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, please, I’m- please.”

You lick the precum pearling from his tip before you swallow him down again, grinning at the soft wail and tightening grip. You feel more than hear the moment he tumbles over edge, thick cum shooting down your throat. You swallow before you can choke, but tears gather in your eyes, leaving you sputtering and coughing slightly when you come up for air.

“Good?” you ask softly as you wipe your face. He mumbles unintelligibly as he nods, strong arms finding your shoulders to drag you closer.

He mumbles something about returning the favour later, but you just laugh quietly as you pull him against you, resting his head against your shoulder, so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say as you run a hand through his hair. Only to pause as you bring a hand up to your mouth, pulling a hair out of your mouth.

Jason freezes before chuckling softly, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I don’t mind hair in my food,” you quip back cheekily, which only makes him blush.

“Jesus.”

You kiss the crown of his head as you snicker.

“Go to sleep, handsome.” You run your hands along his back, tracing idle patterns against his skin, on his collarbones and shoulders.

“They’re from my autopsy,” he mumbles softly as he tucks himself against you. “From when I died…”

You hum, but don’t speak.

Afraid that maybe you’ll uncover the dread blooming in your gut.

You’ll ask later, is what you tell yourself as you watch Jason yawn, and promptly slip in a heavy, restful slumber.

(holy shit was this a doozy to write; I usually never write 2k words in less than 48 hours but I hope your enjoyed <3)

[calebsangelbby]

・❥ CALEBS FAVORITE KINKS !!!

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: a list of what i think are calebs top 5 kinks !

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, incest , oral sex , bondage , collaring , orgasm denial , porn w/ no plot

a/n :: these are not in order !! :)

1. INCEST :: now, this might seem a little bit overboard , but to caleb ? it's nothing new . after knowing you for so long ... growing up together , living in the same house , sharing everything with each other .. it's like a normal thing to him. so normal to the point where he'll call you his 'sissy' during different times of day . " sissy , could you grab my water from the table for me ? thank you, love . " it just rolls of the tongue !! especially during your alone time, too . it slips out more than you or him could count . when he first moaned it he never even payed attention to it , thinking of it as nothing . it was only when you gave him a look that he couldn't quite read did he notice what he accidentally said . "o-oh my god pips im.. im so sorry. that was fucking weird and i shouldnt have said it... im a damn pervert." shame flooded his face ... but he knew it would happen again , whether he could control it or not .

2. BONDAGE :: listen , he doesnt want to be tied up because hes horny , it's because he trusts you so much ... and that kind of turns him on . the fact he can willingly submit to you and trust you without having to worry about what you're doing . although he likes to be restrained , he'd never do it to you .. only if you asked him . he'd do anything you asked for (within reason) , whether thats strapping you to the bed with ropes , chains , a belt (his) , cuffs .. whatever you please . all he's worried about is them scuffing up those pretty wrists of yours . "nono wait baby .. your skin, it's red . do you need me to stop ? i'll stop right now for you , you look like you're in pain . let me kiss it better pips .." is what he'd say on any other occasion .. but the times when you didnt look so in pain , thats when his freak comes out . "you cant run away silly .. stop trying to run from me . i wont allow it , and neither will those restraints you begged me to use on you . i actually quite like the way you look right now... all tied up and cute for me ."

3. COLLARING :: i feel like this is the most canon you could ever get . he'd seriously be into making you wear a collar for him , wanting everyone to know who you belong to & to not try with his girl ! also , he'd want one with a bell .. just so you couldnt escape without being noisy ;) . buuuut he's up for wearing one for you as well , he also wants to let people know who he belongs to . i think he'd get one for the both of you regardless of you wanting one or not , his need to get people off of you is too strong, as he is alarmingly obsessed with you . the collar isn't just used as man repellent , it turns him on so fucking much . knowing that you're practically his property gets his dick hard to the point of ache , he'd definitely make you wear it during sex . mumbling incoherent sentences about how much he loves the way it looks on your gorgeous neck .. how he never wants you to take it off . "as long as you're here, with me, you aren't touching it . fuck , you're so good for me .."

4. ORGASM DENIAL :: hear me out . it's late at night and he notices your location isnt on ... he texts and calls you multiple times without an answer . eventually , he tracks you down and confronts you about going out without his knowledge / consent . after he's done scolding you , that night , he'd drag you into his car as soon as he could & not let you cum . he would adore hearing you beg for him , solely because it feeds into his desire for you to need him as much as he does you . he wouldnt be too fond if you ended up doing it to him ... maybe as revenge or something , but nonetheless , he would be in pieces . pleading , begging , writhing , all of the above just to feel your perfect cunt squeeze around him one more time so he can cum . he would never put his hands on you , but he would just get so desperate ... he might have to move you himself !! at that point , all he would manage were whimpers and prayers . "ohmygod pips please .. im sorry! okay! im sorry .. i can't take this anymore baby , i need to cum . i need it so fucking bad ."

5. FACE SITTING :: caleb takes "the best way to die is by thigh" way too seriously . he would happily pass away while in between your thighs ... he loves eating you out so much it's kind of concerning . the moment his lips are on your core hes not letting up until you've cum over and over again on his face .. hes addicted to the taste of you . his deep obsession with your juices is so bad that he has to have you suffocating him , almost breaking his nose , using his face as a toy ... he can't get enough . i think this roots from the fact that he jerks off to your voice all the time & that makes him so attached to all your moans . especially when you call out his name while you cum .. he thinks about those moments way too often .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: caleb would really do whatever you asked , aka hes into anything , but these are the ones he really enjoys . <3

[lovemomhatepolice]

carlos sainz nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

navigation taglist requests

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Carlos is such a cutie! He may not look like that, but I beg to differ - anyone who knows him knows very well that this is only an appearance. Carlos is so into you that I think he would do something to himself than if you were to feel bad. Aftercare with him includes, of course, lots of hugs, gentle kisses and a hell of a lot of words of affirmation.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) This question has been asked before…. Carlos definitely likes his big “cojones” in him. Oh, but this is not the place to tell about it. Although maybe… what's too much to say? Carlos loves how he's able to completely fill you up, while you're one big ball of whiny mass. In general, I can say that Carlos is satisfied with his appearance. He knows his worth and is well aware of how damn handsome he is. Spanish genes - that's it.

And as for you, I can answer without hesitation that your buttocks. God! Carlos is such a sucker when it comes to your ass. He always but always has to have his hand on it. Sometimes he pats you, sometimes he pinches you. Whatever just has to do with it. That's why he often prefers to stand behind you or let you pass somewhere…. Yes, the behavior of a gentleman must involve something, right?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Nah, I don't feel like Carlos is someone who likes to mess around. But at the same time, when he sees his mess pouring out of you, oh I swear you have entangled him around your finger.

When, by a joint decision, you put aside condoms and started using pills, Carlos was incensed. The touch of skin-to-skin and the possibility of getting inside you, jesus.And the sight of your shared combined juices…. A different approach, however, is to end up on your face. Oh no, that's not what he's signed up for. Sperm on your face is not a sight he's a fan of, maybe because it makes him feel weird and it's like he doesn't respect you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He loves to fuck you in front of the mirror. Your double view in front of him, especially in the doggie position is something that makes him feel like he's going to fly away. He never said it explicitly, but the fact that your future ceiling in your shared bedroom will be a mirror should give you something to think about.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Well, Carlos has had maybe three partners in his life? Of which he was with one of them for about six years, so he is definitely experienced, but without exaggeration. Aside from the women he has been in a relationship with, he has never had sex with someone else before or in between. He's the kind of man who perceives sex in a very private and sensual way, so it wasn't for him.

He knows what he's doing, totally knows what he's doing, and if he's not sure about something, the conversation will certainly not skip. You can be sure that he will take care of every detail.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Did I mention that he loves your buttocks? Oh yes. So any position where he can grab them or look at them is most welcome. On a doggie? He loves it!!! Carlos has it in him that he likes to dominate, which doesn't bother you at all. He does it so well that, well - you are left to bend over and wait on your knees.

Or a reverse cowgirl. On the couch On the couch, it's the perfect position for him - he can still be dominant, but still give you a lot of leeway (which he also loves secretly)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) That depends. Mostly, though, Carlos tries to give your moment some spice and depth, and not play around with some silliness. You are the person in this relationship who is sooner to say something silly or start giggling. However, the room for speech and giggles when Carlos fills your feminine sphere is rare, as moaning and begging him for more definitely prevails.

Well, unless we are talking about quick sex, then it will happen. Particularly when it takes place in one of the valets in the ferrari garage and there are some liquids flying down from the cabinets around you. Yeah...

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carlos has luscious hair. From a young age, his head is adorned with dark, strong and thick hair. The same with the hair all over his body. Nevertheless, he doesn't worry too much about it - hair is natural for every human being! But when it comes to the intimate sphere, Carlos has to be perfectly shorn there. Some hair is out of the question, especially since, unfortunately, it also grows quickly and densely there. He just doesn't like their presence next to his penis, and what's worse, as if it should be combined with sperm. Not a chance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Sainz adores intimacy.

He may not be as much of a romantic as Charles, but he can definitely show off. He likes to spice up your sexual experience with things like hot chocolate or making shots of tequila salt and lime between your breasts. It's crazy. But that's all Chili. Let's not hide - he also often lights the lamp around you and prepares you for a romantic evening for two with a glass of wine and quietly playing music that blends with your whimpers. J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Carlos loves to masturbate in front of the mirror. As with your sex, the man likes to satisfy himself in front of the mirror. To be honest, he doesn't know why himself, it's just the way he is and it's over. And as for the frequency, he doesn't do it very often - if he wants a blowjob, for example, I think you already know it well yourself and don't leave your man in need. K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Blindly? Yes, that's definitely it. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's Carlos, but it's something he loves. The anticipation of what's going to happen. The touch with which he gently glides over your body or you over his. And when it's topped off with hot chocolate or a massage, my goodness, you're both in heaven.

Creampie. This is the second answer. As I mentioned before - Sainz loves to watch and feel the combination of your juices pouring out of you. Damn, it turns him on so much. L = Location (favorite places to do the do) In front of the mirror. Whether in your bedroom or, as it happens, in the restroom. You nevertheless have very many mirrors in your apartment, so it doesn't really matter to him. Carlos also likes to have sex on the floor. Oh jeez, since you bought a new fluffy carpet, in addition to lying there all the time, he still pulls you onto it and you are able to spend long, long hours there. M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You in short skirts. How many times did you have to chastise him not to lift them up “accidentally”. Or he didn't lean you over the kitchen counter when you were in them and say hot things in your ear…. Or a new set of underwear. Carlos loves to go shopping with you - and when he has the opportunity to pick out new underwear for you (or just does it himself), he even drowns in happiness.

A/N: part two! enjoy :) i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open, and I am very close to 200 followers! maybe I can get in by the end of the week?

please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)

[messrmoonyy]

-Sadie Adler as your gf hcs ( sfw/nsfw )

Sadie Adler x Fem!reader

A/N- I am in fact posting these out of pure and utter spite because Sadie Adler can. And will. Kiss girls. Because this is what?! Fan fiction!And it brings me an insane amount of joy that the sheer idea alone of Sadie being queer angers people. Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!!

These are mostlyyy epilogue and beyond based Sadie pls lemme be your lil housewife

Dedicated to @queer-sadie-adler for being the true voice of reason lately amidst the hell hole that has been the queer Sadie discussions. You’re awesome.

Masterlist - requests are open!

• she’s incredibly protective of you. One wrong look your way and she’s ready to start shooting or swinging. Shes so a ‘ why don’t ya take a picture, it’ll last longer ‘ baby has some slight anger issues

• falls very much into the ‘ I hate everyone except you ‘ category. So stoney faced and ready to brawl with everyone, but soft gazes and tender touches with you.

• you hear her before you see her. She’ll ride back home to you after going after a bounty and proudly announce her return with a ‘ honey I’m home! ‘ as she rides up to your home.

• secretly adores the way you fuss over her before she goes out. She lost everything other than you in the space of like. A year. so it’s nice to be reminded how much you care about her. And that she has someone in the world to care about herself.

• she’s actually a pretty decent cook. And you can often expect her to try cook you something nice. Especially if she’s gotten onto your bad side some how, she knows a nice romantic meal will butter you up nice and quick

• I have this thought that she is just a nightmare to share a bed with. Girly tosses and turns and takes up too much damn space. But it just gives you the excuse to crawl up close to her and get comfy in the little space she leaves, falling asleep practically on top of her.

• and on the subject of sleeping. Has just the finest motherfuckin morning voice you’ve ever heard. Her raspy ‘ Mornin my darlin’ in your ear everyday makes you wanna melt into a puddle every damn time.

• loves sharing a bath with you. Especially if she’s been gone for a few days. She’ll make some excuse that it’s just to save on water. But in reality she just wants to relax and hold you close to her, feel your skin on hers to remind her she’s not just some angry bounty hunter. All tough and rough and fighting. She needs the gentle and the calm you provide her.

• hand holding. Forehead kisses. Sitting in her lap as you read on the porch. Just small, gentle acts of intimacy. The kind not discussed but well practiced between lovers.

• she can get in her head a little sometimes. She knows it’s not easy being in a relationship like that in 1907. And she knows that she doesn’t make it much easier on you with the works she does either.

• but she loves you wholeheartedly. And she knows that you love her just as equally. And as much as she feels she doesn’t deserve you, she’ll keep loving you until you don’t want her anymore which would never happen of course

•NSFW•

• she needs to be the one in control all of the time. This isn’t to say she doesn’t like receiving, or like having you on top of her. She just likes to be the one with her hands on the reins yk.

• in fact. She quite enjoys you on top of her or In her lap. But even so, know that she’s the one pulling the strings and she’s two steps ahead of you at all times

• she’s gentle and soft with you, but determined. Whether that’s knowing exactly where to touch you and abusing that same spot over and over again until you’re a shaking mess. Or telling you where and how to touch her.

• I said this in my last hcs but fingers in the mouthhhhh. Idc what anyone says. I see it so vividly. She loves it. Loves watching you suck her fingers to get them wet. Or clean them off.

• eats pussy like a god. Will have you seeing stars and thanking whatever Lord may exist for putting that woman right between your thighs. Sloppy and thorough and has you coming with her name on your tongue.

• thigh riding!!!!

• girly loves to manspread. Will sit there and pat her leg for you to perch on, but manoeuvre you to straddle her leg instead. And she loves how it makes you blush ‘ you’re a regular ol’ cowgirl now ain’t ya honey? ‘ as she leans back in her seat to watch you I’m literally going insane

• morning sex!! Waking up spooning with her, teasing her by wiggling your hips against her until she slips a hand over your hips and between your legs

• ‘ this what y’ wanted? Been dreamin of me honey? ‘

• will absolutely get up afterwards as casual as ever and ask what’s for breakfast. As if she hadn’t just had her fingers buried in your cunt.

• her aftercare is just so gentle. Especially if she’s been gone a while and has you coming for hours on end. She’ll praise you and hold you and help clean you up. Maybe drag you into the tub with her and sit behind you to wash your hair.

• and she enjoys the intimacy of dressing you so much more than undressing. Getting you comfy and cosy in clean night clothes before snuggling up with you in bed, letting you rest your head on her chest and tangling up your legs together.

[andvys]

“i’m so sorry for everything i’ve said to you before.” / “you didn’t deserve that.” reader x eddie

i feel like eddie would definitely say things he didn’t mean because he was afraid of how reader made him feel.

I'll keep you safe E.M.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, blood, scars from the bats, fluff, happy ending

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

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The water feels cool against your skin, your feet are dangling in the water. It’s dark out but the moon brightens up everything around you. You hear the laughter of your friends as they sit around the fire, you excused yourself for a moment, needing a few minutes to yourself. 

You’re spending the week in a nice cabin by the lake, it belongs to Steve’s parents. It was his idea to come here, a little getaway is what you all needed after the fight against Vecna a few months back.

Three days have passed since you came here and it was nice until this morning. 

Eddie was acting weird around you all day, ever since you woke up in his arms earlier that day, he has been distant, avoiding eye contact and mumbling responses whenever you’d ask him something and it hurts. He was the one who pulled you into his arms in the first place, he was the one who refused to let you go after you fell asleep on the couch together during your movie night, you woke up around midnight and tried to get up and sneak out of the living room without waking him up but he put his arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest, 'please, don't go.' He whispered.

He was making things so difficult for you.

You care about him, just like you care about the others but with him, it’s just different. He means so much to you, he makes your heart flutter, he makes you smile, he makes you happy and god, you want him so bad but he clearly doesn’t feel the same. You always knew it but especially after today. 

He snapped at you when you tried to touch his hand after asking him if he’s okay, he slapped it away and told you to leave him alone, his face was red and his eyes looked dark and filled with anger, when he yelled, ‘stop getting on my damn nerves, girl! I can’t stand your bullshit sometimes!’ 

Your bullshit, he meant your kindness, your sweet smiles, your caring side that you especially have for him.

It wasn't the only thing he had said to you but it was what had hurt the most.

You looked shocked and terrified when he yelled at you, you were too busy processing his words and the anger that was directed at you to notice the guilt in his eyes after he had spoken those words. 

He pushed past you afterwards, he left you standing there with tears in your eyes. Steve was there, he saw it all. Your first instinct was to run away, feeling too ashamed that someone else had witnessed that scene but he didn’t let you, instead he pulled you into his arms and let you cry. 

He knows that feeling all too well, when people call you bullshit, when they ask you to leave them alone after they make you care. 

Your eyes well up with tears again as you think about him. 

You hear footsteps approaching, sighing, you wipe away the tear that rolled down your cheek. 

“I’m fine, Steve,” you mumble, “go back to the others.” 

When he sits down beside you and you smell his cologne, you realize that he is not Steve. He’s the man that you have been avoiding all day since this morning. 

You turn to look at him with a frown on your face. The anger in his eyes is long gone, his face doesn’t look tense anymore, he looks apologetic. 

Eddie stares at you, noticing the glassy eyes right away, the smile that hasn’t been there at all today, all because of him. He feels guilty and horrible for what he said to you, for what he did. 

He can’t stand himself for hurting the person that means the most to him. 

His feelings for you were always there, from the moment he first saw you, he has loved you. He never thought that you could ever feel the same though, to him, you are this perfect girl with a bright future, one where he doesn’t belong in but then you got closer and he saw the way you looked at him, the way you cared for him, the way you loved him. 

And then, you almost died for him, you took the scars that were meant for him, you were bleeding out on the cold ground, waiting for death to take you and when Eddie scooped you up into his arms, you still smiled at him because you knew that he would be okay, even if you wouldn’t be. 

You would give your life for him and it scares him, your love for him almost killed you and he hates it, he hates how far you would go to keep him safe. 

He doesn’t feel worthy of your love, he doesn’t feel like he deserves it in any way and he is also scared of his feelings for you, he has never loved anyone the way he loved you. He is scared of messing things up not realizing that he is already doing so. 

As he looks at you, his heart begins to hurt in his chest, how could he hurt you? 

You tear your eyes away from him, blinking a few times as though it will do anything to keep the tears away. You take a deep breath before you pull your feet out of the water and push yourself up but before you can even place your feet against the wood, Eddie places his hand on your arm, “please don’t go.” 

Your eyes flash with confusion as you look down at his hand before you look back into his eyes again, even in the darkness you can see the sadness in them, the regret. 

You should go, you know you should but you can’t, you can never walk away from him, so you sit back down and stare at him. 

He lets go of your arm but he places his hand on top of yours, squeezing your hand gently. 

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve said to you before,” he whispers as he looks into the eyes of the girl that stole his heart, “you didn’t deserve that.”

Your quiet sniffles break his heart, he knows you try not to cry, that’s why you turned away from him just now. 

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you whisper, “you can go now.” 

His shoulders slump and his face falls, he fucked up, he knows he did. All because he's afraid of his own feelings. 

“No…” 

You wipe your tears before you turn back to him, “I’ll stay away from you, I’m sorry that I’ve been so–” 

“Stop,” Eddie sighs as he scoots closer to you, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, surprising you with his touch, “please just stop, I don’t want you to stay away from me.” 

“But you said–”

“I know, I was lying. Everything I said was bullshit, sweetheart,” he mumbles, shaking his head at himself, “I just– after this morning, I-I’m just so… scared.” 

“Of what?” 

“You.” 

Your brows knit together and you draw back, staring at him confused. 

“Me?” You whisper, “but why?” 

He smiles at you, for someone so attentive and observant, you sure are clueless when it comes to his feelings for you. He caresses your cheek, opening his mouth to speak but then he chooses to do something else. 

He kisses you. 

You whimper in surprise, staring at him wide eyed as he kisses you softly. It takes you a moment to respond to the kiss. Your heart is racing, your skin feels hot, your lips feel tingly already. 

Just as he is about to pull away from you, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. 

Eddie smiles against you, heart fluttering when he finally feels your lips moving against his. It feels so good, you feel perfect. He lets his hand slide down to your waist, grabbing you tightly, he pulls you on top of him. You tighten your arms around him and kiss him deeper until you are both out of breath. 

“I love you.” 

You open your eyes and look into his, you see nothing but honesty in them. Happy tears and a smile resting on his face. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” he admits, he squeezes your waist, “you’re perfect and I’m just–”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, interrupting him, “everything about you is perfect, Eddie.” 

His gaze softens. 

“I don’t deserve you, especially after this–”

“I love you too, Eddie. I love you more than anything,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his cheek, “I understand why you are so scared, I’m scared too.” 

“You don’t have to be,” he says, “you’re safe with me.” 

“You don’t have to be scared either, Eds, you are safe with me.” 

He knows, you have done everything to prove it to him.

He runs his fingers over the scars on your left arm as he pulls you in for another short but soft kiss. 

“I’m so sorry, I was so awful to you.” 

“It’s okay, you can make it up to me,” you whisper as you put your head on his shoulder. 

He smiles, putting his hand on the back of your head, he plays with your hair. His heart feels at ease again but the guilt is still deep inside of him. 

He will make it up to you. 

“I will, sweetheart. I promise.” 

[8ttached]

"she's a real gem huh?"

pairings - (possessive) Fontaine x blk reader

warnings - (18+ smut, minors dni!!) not proof read, car sex (dont know if I would consider this as public sex since it's in an empty parking lot but you have been warned!!), aave, use of the n word, make-up sex

authors note - heyy I've been so caught up with other shit that i almost forgot about Tumblr but i finally whipped something up after weeks of writers block but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

word count - 946

(reblogs and comments are most definitely appreciated!! )

possessive Fontaine 

You always knew Fontaine was the possessive type. Not the loud “yells at anyone who stares at you” kind of possessive. But the “I know I'm lucky” possessive. The type to plant hickeys all over your neck for other niggas to see when they're talking to you. he gets a kick outta the ones who stare at them for too long

You were at the bar with yoyo and slick. Fontaine decided not to go since in his words “he got other shit to do.” your main plan was to stick together incase some weird shit happens but after a few drinks that plan was dropped. Yoyo was dancing while slick was god knows where and now you’re chopping it up with some nigga that claimed to “know you from way back.”

“Yeah, you haven't changed a bit! Same eyes as your mama” the older man said. You laughed nervously as you looked around the atmosphere. The guy began to compliment you again and again. Comments like “you look just like ya mama” and “you've gotten so grown” made your skin crawl.

You look at your phone checking the time, but you ended up seeing missed calls from Fontaine. not just one, but Multiple. You looked around looking for Yoyo and slick knowing that if Fontaine called multiple times, it was something serious. 

The older man's words suddenly turned into mumbles as you looked around seeing Slick and Yoyo nowhere in sight. You look down at your phone worried as you start to call Fontaine but something stops you. The older male said something as you weren't paying attention and a tall broad man stood behind you. 

“Yeah, she's a real gem huh?” he agreed.

The dark male's voice sent chills down your spine causing you to turn your shoulders, face to face with your boyfriend. Fontaine didn't say anything to you. His low-lidded eyes said more than enough. As you walked outside you remembered Slick and Yoyo were still in the club. Or so you thought.

“What about yoyo and-”

“They left.” 

Fontaine didn't look at you. His hands in his pockets, eye facing straight ahead, it all worried you. But what worried you most was Yoyo and Slick leaving you at the club knowing what could have happened. Especially with the weirdo you were talking to. 

You both get into his car. As you look down on your lap you feel a heavy shake from Fontaines side of the car. You smack your thick lips. “Damn nigga you ain't needa slam the door that hard.” but he didn't say anything, let alone look at you. He was giving you the cold shoulder. 

 “..taine” cold shoulder again. You sigh deeply. The car ride home was quiet

Fontaine set the car to park and took his key out the car. Before he could open the door you grab his shoulder. “Fuck you touching me for?’ he mumbles. “Fontaine it wasn't what it looked like” Your hand laid on his shoulder. “So you at the bar flirting to some older nigga wasn't what it looked like?” he turns to you, his grills shining as his nose turns up in irritation. “No, it wasn't! And you know I wouldn't do that shit to you” your voice cracked. You didn't want Fontaine to be worried about you. You were a big girl and you didn't need some hood nigga taking care of you, but you also didn't want him to think you were someone to share around. “Then what was it?”

 You ended up telling him everything that happened. From the plan, to the creepy comments. You made sure to lay everything onto the table. 

“Why didn't you say shit at the club?” he sighs looking straight at the driver's wheel as he sucked his teeth. “ ‘cus I know you taine and ion need that type of attention on me.” your eyes stuck at your dress. “That dress giving you every type of attention” Your boyfriend examines your short dress with a deep breath and hand rubbing his beard. He thought you looked jaw dropping but knowing Fontaine, he wasn't gonna let you see him fold so quickly, especially after what just happened. What’d you expect? He's stubborn. You smile, “Whatchu meannnn..” you laugh as you cross your hands, looking at him from the side. 

And like that, flirting quickly turned to fucking. 

Fontaine's rough hands groping your titties, ass, and hips time and time again. His name leaves your thick lips over and over again. the car windows steaming with warm breaths of ecstasy.

“Ion won't no other nigga looking at you” Fontaine groins. “ion care if yo ass was green, don't no nigga need to be laying they eye on what's mine.” you nod, too breathless, too caught up with with the feeling of Fontaine's hands rubbing that spot on your clit. ‘I'm all yours taine” you finally sigh. Your legs shaking as you finally came. But the rhythm of Fontaine's hips continued. His hands gripping your ass as his head lays back. 

“Fontaine, i cant..” you hold his arm. ‘I know baby i know, just relax mama m’kay?” you nod lightly laying yourself on his chest. Your warm breath on his neck. “Where you want it baby?” Fontaine's raspy voice asked. You were so fucked out of it, you couldn't let out coherent words. “In…side..” you moaned as Fontaine came inside you.

“You got it all on my dress!” you yelled out quietly as Fontaine grabbed the house keys. “That’ll show dem weird niggas ya already fucking with someone.” you notice his grin from the side which made you smile.

He really made you feel like a gem tonight. 

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"YOURE PREGNANT!!"

Buggy shouted in total joy, Jumping around the room as his body looked almost like an accordion at his odd movements- you sitting there in total shock.

You'd expected that the twins would be your first and last, not that you would accidently get pregnant again especially by the same idiot who had done it by accident the first time.

Your hands went over your face as the reality of 9 months of this set in- For Fuck sakes... You could t help but giggle and hug Buggy there in the doctors office, Both happy and in total shock by this all.

After this things moved all too quickly it seemed. Of course you two told the boys who had been both excited and apprehensive- Like most kids worried the new baby would replace them or take the father they just gained from them, which had to be explained wasn't the case and you and Buggy created a gameplan to help the biys adjust. Then came the crew, who decided to have a 3 day celebration and get absolutely shit faced- Buggy included.

Why you were indeed happy, incredibly happy infant you knew what was about to come. HORRIBLE PREGNANCY SYMPTOMS! WONDERFUL-

Your first trimester was filled with morning sickness, Poor Buggy being as kind as possible as he helped clean you up and find foods that wouldn't make you puke your guts out. The twins even doing their part to find nice teas and things that smelled nice for you to also not throw up.

During this time Buggy bought so much stuff- Most likely boosting the economy of the village single handedly as he had the nursery built in the cabin and on the ship, You and the boys having a fun few weeks decorating both areas.

By your second trimester the hormones kicked in horribly, that and cramps. However that's when something magical happened as well-

Buggy and you were laying on the bed, both of you quite exhausted. Buggy was tired from dealing with the twins all day while you were tired from the baby and fatigue that was hitting you like a fleet. Since the start of your second trimester when your baby bump had become far more noticable Buggy always has his hand somewhere on your stomach rubbing the growing bump.

"I need to find a better way of tiring them out..." Buggy grumbled, You nodding in agreement leaned against the man and truthfully you both without single damns. Buggy in some pink boxers while you leaned against his naked chest in a large shirt rolled up over your stomach and underwear.

"They are still worried- Maybe take them out sailing or something? I'm sure they would enjoy tha- Oof!" You yelp as a sudden jolt hit you, clearly aimed right under Buggys palm which make both of you jump in surprise.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned as he pulled his palm away from you quickly and looked at your stomach. You shifting and rubbing the exposed skin smiling at him.

"They kicked, ive been feeling 'em move but not kick yet. Here I'm sure they will give you another little kick" You say calmly. Buggy sitting infront of you quickly and placing his palms back on your skin, You shifting his palms to the perfect spot before another jolt ran through you and Buggy giggled like a child at this.

"Thats so weird feeling!"

His eyes sparkled at this as he sat infront of you rubbing your stomach and feeling his child move under his palm and occasionally kick. It was a truly precious moment for the both of you.

As for the final trimester... Pregnancy was never too kind to anyone- Especially you. It wasn't with the twins and it sure wasn't now-

Leaned against the counter you glared hard at Buggy- 60 damn days you're ass! Try 8 fucking months trapped in this God forsaken cabin with your mentally unstable partner, two 12 year old boys and your bladder being utterly destroyed by little feet.

Oh and of course- THE GOD DAMN CREW THAY DECIDED THAT THEY WANTED TO STAY WITH THEIR FEARLESS CAPTIAN TILL THE 'VACATION' WAS OVER!

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Buggy questioned feeling the heat of your glare on his skin.

"I-..." You wanted to start Biting his head off but truthfully he had done nothing, you figured you were just emotional to the max at this point and the cramping didn't help.

"...I'm in pain-" You admit with a sigh, Buggy setting down his drink and walking to you calmly as he looked you over like he could spot your pain.

"Your stomach looks different" He said calmly, You shooting him a warning look.

"No shit it looks-" Buggy shook his head to stop you, "No its lower I mean, I think it's best we call the doctor" He said calmly, A shot of embrassment going through you at this point. Buggy truly had been giving it his all and learned from the doctor. With a chick trip from the Doctor and Midwife they confirmed you were in labor and got you set up to give birth in the cabin, The twins being taken to the Big Top with Cabaji while they waited for their siblings arrival.

"How are you feeling?" Buggy asked, Gently rubbing your back as you smiled.

"Not to bad actually- I'm glad you're here with me.." You say softly as another contraction shot through you.

At first it was fine- You'd been through this before. So it should be shorter and less painful this time around- Yeah No. You went from fine to screaming in pain very very quickly. Buggy sitting next to you trying to comfort you and get you through it- However the last thing you wanted was him there..

Which landed Buggy outside the house awkwardly, his crew also seated on different patches of grass as they flinched at every cry and scream that echoed out from the house and into the silent garden outside. You had kicked out Buggy 20 minutes ago, clearly just in too much pain to handle him at the moment and the doctor recommending him to try to return in 30 minutes. Which he did.

Truthfully he handled it like a champ once back in, holding your hand despite feeling like you were crushing it into dust and wiping the sweat and tears from your eyes. After a seven exhausting painful hours a shrill cry cut through the air as you slacked onto the bed. The doctor happily placing a little girl on your chest, now tears of joy running down your cheeks.

The doctors starting to clean her up as you admired her, looking to Buggy who was also crying.

You held the little girl in your arms, seeing her pink little face she had your facial features and (Y/H/C) hair like you but a bright rounded cherry nose/cheeks and ocean blue eyes. She was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You saw Buggy stare in only awe as he felt tears hit his cheeks and he smiled.

"Shes.. shes.."

Your hand reached forward, Buggy thinking it was to caress his cheek or something gentle but instead you grabbed his neck in a iron grip- He squeaking in surprise as you pull him close.

"Buggy- This is the last... do you understand? Cause if the words 'I want another child' come from your lips ever again I am going to cut your dick off and throw it into the deepest part of the ocean. Do. You. Understand. Me" You said in the softest and kindest voice Buggy had ever heard, fear going through his system as he could tell you were dead serious.. maybe it was the lack of oxygen going to his brain or still the euphoria of the moment but he swore he saw literal hell flame in yours eyes.

"Clear- Crystal Clear" He wheezed, you releasing him so he could scoop up his daughter. He genuinely looked giddy at this point as he cuddled her close to his chest, you saw the anxiety just below the surface of his face as he stared at his daughter more her nose-

"Shes beautiful" You say softly staring at her from Buggy's arms.

"I won't let her go through what I did- I want her to feel special and perfect" He admitted, your eyes softening at his vulnerability as he kissed his daughters cheek.

"Im sure they will kn- Oof!- Fuck" You hissed in pain and flinched. The doctor peaked under the blanket quickly and called over the midwife who did a quick check. You wincing in pain as Buggy stared at you panicking and holding the now fussing newborn.

"(Y/N)?!" He said softly as another groan of pain left you. The midwife and doctor conversing quickly before beginning to prepare once again.

"It seems you're still in labor- Looks like another baby" He said proudly, Your eyes widening as you look at Buggy like you were prepared to kill him. The clowns face as white as snow making his face paint look dark at the realization of 2 sets of twins kicked in.

"Holy shit-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" You yelled as Buggy kept his daughter and rushed out quickly to show off his daughter and avoid your wrath of damning you to another set of twins.

Eventually he would return with your guys daughter and sat through another broken hand created by your labor. That night another little girl was brought in this world, the little girls being 8 hours apart and identical to her sister.

It was later decided after you had properly been cleaned up and not ready to murder Buggy their names. Buggy coming up with the names Ali and Ari respectively for his daughters.

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[a-sleepy-raven]

Hi! And welcome. :3 I have a request for you - can I ask for a fic where reader takes care of Leon when he's sick? Fluffy pls. :3 Thank you!

Hey there! Thank you so much for your request, I love writing stuff like this, though I have to say I'm a bit nervous about sharing my first RE fic. Hope you enjoy! <3

(established relationship, post RE4)

Baby, it'll be alright - Leon Kennedy x gn!reader (fluff)

When you come home, you’re surprised to find Leon curled up on the couch, fast asleep and buried beneath one, no, two blankets. There’s a half empty cup on the coffee table in front of him – chamomile, if you’re not mistaken. And as far as you know, Leon hates chamomile with a burning passion. He can’t even stand the smell of it. That, paired with the fact that he fell asleep in broad daylight, can only mean one thing: His health hasn’t gotten any better since you left the house this morning.

Well. At least, you’re prepared, you think to yourself as you set down the bags in your arms, careful not to make any noise because you don’t want to disturb Leon’s slumber. He has barely gotten any sleep last night, and you’re sure he must be absolutely exhausted.

As quietly as humanly possible, you start to unpack the groceries. Aside from a few essentials like coffee and toast, you have also stocked up on lemons, tissues, cough drops and lemons. (You also bought a tub of ice cream, but that one’s for you – your reward for taking care of your sick boyfriend who can be as stubborn as a mule, especially when it comes to his health. Wouldn’t be the first time that he insisted he was fine when, in fact, he was still feeling like garbage.)

A quiet groan that sounds like it’s coming from beneath that pile of blankets on the couch snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn around, your gaze meeting Leon’s. He looks terrible. The dark circles under his tired, red rimmed eyes are a sharp contrast to the pale, sallow tone of his skin, and when he speaks, his voice is hoarse and raspy. “You’re back.”

“Yeah.” You make your way over to him, crouching down in front of the couch before you place your hand on his forehead. Beneath your palm, his skin feels burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. He’s definitely running a fever. “Damn, Leon.”

“What kind of greeting is that, honey?”

“Shut up. You sound like you’ve been chain-smoking for at least ten years.” 

He suppresses a cough. “You really know how to make someone feel better.”

“Sorry.” You brush your hand through his hair. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible.”

“My poor baby,” you say and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Do you want some tea? Or a glass of water? I also bought lemons – people say hot lemonade works wonders when you have a cold. I could make you some.”

“As long as it’s not chamomile, I really don’t care.”

“Hot lemonade it is, then.” You get up. “And in the meantime, you should gather your stuff,” you motion to the blankets and the pillows that definitely come from your bedroom, “and go back to bed. I don’t understand why you haven’t stayed there in the first place.”

“Yeah, well-“ Leon interrupts himself when he falls into yet another fit of coughing, forcing him to sit up. “God damnit,” he mumbles, then. His head hurts like hell, like it’s going to explode any second, and with every cough and every sneeze, it just seems to get worse. 

You rub his back. “Go to bed,” you order him, softly. “I’ll bring you some meds. And painkillers. You look like you need them.”

He sniffles. “Yeah. Thanks.”

* * * *

“Ta-da,” you say as you carefully set down the tray that’s loaded with two cups (one filled with hot lemonade you hope you haven’t messed up, the other with water), a bowl of ice cream (you don’t have the heart to not share it with Leon when he’s feeling so bad) and the meds you bought on your way back home from work. 

Leon sits up, relief written all over his face when you hand him the painkillers. A moment later, before you can even reach out for the glass of water, he has already swallowed one of the tiny pills. Then, he lets himself fall back into the pillows. “Thanks.”

“You survived Raccoon City and getting infected with some ancient parasite. Who would’ve guessed that a simple cold is all it takes to knock the famous Leon Kennedy flat out?” you tease as you sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to caress his face. He catches your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to each knuckle before he sinks back into the pillows because the world around him has started spinning. And he’s pretty sure it is not supposed to do that. Not like this, at least.

This goddamn cold. He can’t even say what annoys him more – the constant coughing, the terrible headache or the fact that all he wants to do is sleep. And although he knows that you don’t mind taking care of him, he can’t help but feel like a burden right now. You probably have a million other things to do, and yet, here you are, keeping him company and trying your best to nurse him back to health. If only he could find the right words to tell you how much he appreciates your efforts.

“Try to get some rest,” you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Sleep is the best medicine, after all.”

Leon hums in response. Sleep truly sounds like a wonderful idea.

“Do you want me to leave?”

He shakes his head. “Come here,” he mumbles, “please. Unless,” a coughing fit interrupts him before he can finish his sentence, and he takes a deep breath before continuing, “unless you’re afraid to pick up a cold, too.”

You let out an indignant huff. “You’ll need more than a few germs to scare me away, Leon. You should know that by now,” you say as you lie down next to him and make yourself comfortable. With a content sigh, Leon snuggles up to you and drapes his arm over your stomach. You kiss the top of his head. “Want me to cuddle you to sleep?”

“Hm… yeah.” 

A smile flashes over your face. That’s exactly the answer you have expected, and so you wrap your arms around him, carefully burying one of your hands in his hair while the other one traces invisible patterns on his back. “Sweet dreams, Leon.”

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[arcaneconfessions]

Literally so disappointed in arcane S2 and the majority of the fandom. Its the nuances of what growing up and being an adult in a lower class town/neighborhood/culture was completely lost, S1 got SO CLOSE to setting up something that could have rung so close to home for me and so many people I know and Im still so disappointed it didn't.

Even a lot of the fanfiction that promised to fix this, missed the mark so plainly and scream "I'm middle class but I sympathize with the trailer park people, I just don't understand why they choose to be poor." For once, I just wanted a piece of media that wasn't about the middle class being the center of attention. I just wanted to see people who grew up in my position not be shamed for being born there. Especially when Zaun is not the middle class in cannon, Piltover is.

And the whole conversation with poor people don't have to be dirty? What are y'all even talking about here??? Growing up like that, you don't have access to dental, or a non-contaminated water, yes your teeth would most likely be yellowed and chipped. Your skin wouldn't be glowing. Poor people aren't dirty but if you don't have access to these things, you wouldn't look like you did. When you feel like shit, you tend to let your environment look like shit, too. When you're focused on surviving, you aren't going to be focused on yourself.

(I guess I also have a complaint about this newer generation of fanfic writers and readers, too. It's like everything has been boiled down to what's easiest to swallow, what's easiest to goon to. But that may be a conversation for another day lol)

I get arcane is based off a billion dollar video game n all that and it needs to be, friendly. But it feels like they threw everything the screams 'real life' away for the more generic storyline with Mel, being a rich kid born with super powers, goes on an epic "coming of age" typa story. Im so bored with it. I don't care. (Im lying a bit, still gonna watch it lmao)

God forbid anyone complains about the loss of Mel's complexity, though, or people will be genuinely upset and say that you're racist for having a complaint on a character. Same thing with timebomb, it's a stereotypical WW/BM ship that works out just fine. why do I keep finding people saying that's it's racist AND homophobic??? Loud, Wrong, BLOCKED. makes no damn sense. It's okay to not like something just because you don't like it, these are characters with no personhood, they are not real. but why call people names because they don't like something?? The grass is green outside.

All of Arcanes' ships were generic but honestly, timebomb actually works the best, canonically, out of all of them. (Javik is in a whole other ballgame imo)

ALSO, CaitVi just felt so forced. It feels like a token gay couple. They feel like the gay couple that beat on each other and broke up every other week in highschool, I agree with whoever said a good chunk of S2 just felt like a Caitlyn simp fanfic, cuz it does. Her character arc in the ship with Vi felt like some kind of savior complex, like she was adopting a feral dog and civilizing it. It just felt like shaming the lower class and saying, "it's okay for us to do bad things to you because of what you are. Be more like us instead." Fuck that, genuinely don't like her character at all.

You just know it's bad when the ships are used to cover up a lack of writing. The ships just feel like a bandaid for everything Arcane could have been and I'm so tired of seeing Netflix ruin good shows over and over again.

Anyways, thanks for letting me yap. Massive thanks to the ones running this account, I enjoy reading alot of these <3

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[give-some-lemons]

Can I request Gortash getting jealous at s/o being flirty with someone? 🦝

If I can’t have you, baby no one else in this world can

Jealous — Lana del Rey

Atmosphere in the ElfSong was more than vivacious, with, what felt like a half of the city, drinking, talking and, of course, trying to find a good company for the upcoming night. A young woman was sitting there with a glass of her favorite drink in the hand with a look on her face expressing nothing more than boredom, glancing over the crowd once again. It looks like her darling lover was late one more time probably surrounded by a pile of papers on his desk and a furrowed brow marking his concentration. She longed to spend even a little of his free time with him.

Lost in her own thoughts young lady, at first, didn’t even notice a man who sat down right by her side offering a hand in an inviting gesture. Pale elf sharply smiled, studying a beautiful vision in front of him with his fox-like gaze, patiently waiting for her to respond with the same attentiveness. After a moment of hesitation woman stretched her lips into a sly grin, taking his hand and looking how how he pressed a sensual kiss on her skin.

— Why such a pretty lady is here all alone? — he spoke in his deep silky voice, that quickly spread through her body like some kind of venom.

He brushed his white curls back, keeping them out of his eyes and still luring girl into his lustful web, made of the finest flattery in which many women was trapped before like helpless butterflies. Well, too bad for him she knew this game good enough to let anyone overplay her.

— And why are you asking? Want to keep me a company?

Man, whose name she didn’t even know yet, let a chuckle escape his mouth while his eyes darkened. No one had dared — or perhaps, no one had wanted — to challenge him before, but everything about this woman was screaming her defiance: that burning flame in her eyes, cunning smile and bold words that the man was sure he could easily turn into pleading moans by the end of the night.

— Only if the fair lady will let me.

Young miss ran her tongue over her lip, slightly biting it afterwards. Of course, she had absolutely no interest in a person across, for girl there was no man alive or dead who was more attractive, more charming than her dear lover who’s now, she was more than sure, was tormented by the thought of her being here alone. For her, flirting was some kind of game where rules were simple enough: waiting for some arrogant fool to come over, convinced that no one is able to refuse him and watch how slowly and extremely painful his confidence was shattered by her cruel yet such sweet words.

In a split of second expression on a handsome face of her interlocutor changed while someone’s hand laid down on her shoulder, squeezing it through her clothes. So, speaking of the devil. Slightly looking up, she couldn't help but smile even wider, especially when she saw that menacing gaze directed to the pale elf.

Man’s posture was standing right by girl’s side in his usual coat, embroidered with gold details, dragons and what seemed like demons, with his dark hair being a complete mess after hours of exhausting duties of an archduke and, of course, these dark eyes that in this specific moment had nothing except pure possession. Enver never liked the fact, that sometimes his partner was getting too flirty with strangers, she saw for the first time in her life and in moments like so the only thing he kept in his mind was about taking her in some dark corner of this god damn tavern, derive the sweetest sounds from her just for himself.

— I believe there is no problem, right, vampire spawn?

Being an egocentric man, there was nothing he hated more than times when his darling girl focused her attention on anyone but him, leaving Gortash in silent fury. Usually after such an opinionated misbehavior he was making sure for all night long, that in the end that little brat cannot sit or stand still, let alone looking at someone else and sometimes he even let a thought, that she does it on purpose, gleefully enjoying consequences.

Hearing the last part of the sentence, young woman frowned, looking at the white-haired man with a mixture of astonishment and a silent question in her beautiful eyes. His flirty expression completely disappeared from pale face leaving only slight annoyance probably caused by the lord’s appearance and his plans crushing right in front of his red gaze.

— Ah, great archduke, what brought you here at this hour? — vampire said through clenched teeth, managed to stretch out his lips in a sharp smile.

Girl felt man’s rough hand on her cheek, when he brushed away a strand of hair that was partly covering her face. These two seemed to know each other, even if young woman didn’t had any idea how, and that fact made their current dispute even more acute, taking all of the lord’s inner strength not to turn it into a bloodshed.

— I’m here only because of my darling partner. — Enver replied, his voice smooth but his gaze unyielding. — I suppose you already acquainted yourself with her.

— Oh, so that gorgeous lady is yours?

The air thickened with increasing tension of two dangerous men and despite the fact that Gortash had much more power, keeping all the Faerun under his boot, vampire lord was arrogant enough to toy with him. But if in politician matters he wasn’t rival to the archduke, his woman was untouchable and every person who dared to encroach on her ended their miserable life in a rather unenviable way.

— Yes. I would like to believe that it is clear enough for you now. — a cruel smile, which did not show in dark eyes, graced his face. — In the end I wouldn't want to resort to threats on such a beautiful night.

Baring his fangs, Astarion could not do anything but leave lord and his passion on their own, making girl stare at his back and when she was ready to turn her gaze to the dark haired man, she was lifted off her seat with a sound of surprise on her lips.

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Rooms on the second floor of taverns wasn’t something innovative, many places offered services like this to provide even more income from a lustful customers who didn’t want to bring one night partners to their house, to spouse and kids, patiently waiting for them to return. But there was something in the ElfSong, that young woman considered to be exclusive like soft beds and silk sheets, for additional payment of course, special drinks with a drop of aphrodisiac in it and the fact, that everyone in here could hear her screams while Gortash was marking her like no one ever could.

After being thrown on a soft surface, girl felt her hands tied up with a man’s belt right above her head while his lips traveled along her neck, paying extreme attention to carotid area and slightly gritting it between his teeth. Lord’s fingers quickly found a way to her bare skin underneath all the clothes, pressing a dark spots, that soon enough would probably become bruises, and digging his nails into her derma, leaving red stripes. Enver always was such a passionate lover, making his lady moan and tremble from what seemed like the most innocent touch, that in fact felt like a fire spreading to absolutely every part of girl’s body, turning her into a wet, needy mess.

Usually, the great archduke would tease his lover, waiting for her to gave up all her pride and start begging with watery eyes, but it looked like this day he preferred get down to business much quicker, taking in his mouth her most sensitive and vulnerable part. She screamed, clutching her legs around his head, but quickly enough he spread them apart once more, holding her in one place with a firm grip. His nimble tongue sensually traced her labia, often sucking on her sweet spot and going as deep inside as it was possible, while her sweetened juices flowed down man’s chin and neck, staining his shirt. Even if he would never say it out loud, he admired his woman's body, worshipping it as if it were the oldest, most revered temple that served as a vessel for an even more beautiful deity, praying to it with his caresses and, instead of blessing, receiving the most beautiful sounds.

The moment her insides began to squeeze his fingers, Gortash stopped absolutely all actions on his part, watching his beloved flouncing beneath him with a disappointed groan, trying to get her release at least in some way. Man’s face was adorned with an ominous smile, when he leaned towards a young woman’s face, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss and muffling girl’s quiet sobs while his erection slid inside her. Stretching her walls with his size, Enver set an inexorably fast pace, truly enjoying how her whole body tensed in anticipation of imminent orgasm, but the time when she was about to see stars man stopped once again.

— No! — a whimper was heard from young woman, now desperately trying to free her wrists. — Why are you doing this to me?!

Lord run his fingers from girl’s neck, which was already covered with dark marks, to lower abdomen, sending pleasant shivers on the skin. A dark laugh escaped his lips, resonating in his chest as he was still buried deep inside her, feeling her core tightening around him with her every inhale.

— Oh? Are you wondering? I thought you were the one to let some filthy parasite have you in his bed.

— What?.. — was the only thing to come out from young woman’s mouth, when she looked at him with confusion in her gaze.

Without a warning he completely pulled out of her, leaving only the pink head inside, gently and slowly teasing his partner before sharply thrusting in with his whole length. Gorgeous lady emitted a drawn moan, desperately wishing her hands to be released from it’s fetters and wrapped around archduke’s muscular neck, while his fingers were squeezing the plush of her thighs with a low groan coming out of his throat. Soon enough, his pushes became more and more merciless as he felt the built up tension in his lover’s body that was about to explode with a numerous of different colors before her eyes and feeling of numbness in her limbs.

Only a moment after, young woman reached the climax with man’s name coming out of her lips like some kind of pray, that presumably might save her soul from this devil’s hands. But when he had his grip on her neck, catching every little detail that was shown on her tearful face with this dark, possessive gaze, lady realized —there was no salvation for her now. Despite woman’s expectations, Gortash did not get his release, instead changing his partner's position and leaving her head hanging off the bed while his erection was pressed against her cheek, smearing their fluids on the softness of her skin.

His manhood pressed into her opened lips, leaving a salty, musky aftertaste on girls tongue, which made archduke’s lover close her eyes with pleasure, while Enver slid deeper in her throat, inhaling through clenched teeth. His precious woman felt so good, especially when she was underneath him, desperately begging for her pleasure with eyes full of tears, barely holding back her loud sobs and squeezing his sensitive flesh in her warmth. Even now the muscles of her throat tightened around him, as if pleading the man to paint her insides with his semen and even despite the fact that lord was a man of patience, now he simply could not control himself, speeding up the pace with each thrust.

— How do you think that filthy vampire spawn would react seeing you like this? — he said in a hoarse, breaking voice. — Messy, needy for my touch, ready to give everything away just to choke on my dick. Such a dirty little whore.

His hand rested on her neck, where the silhouette of his length was clearly outlined, from time to time slightly pressing the spot where his flesh was enveloped in her skin and muscles. Man’s pushes became more and more chaotic with each second — the sign of his imminent orgasm — as isolated groans and husky sights were coming out from his lips. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of her throat, moving his hand along the entire length with quick jerks and desperately keeping the silk of her hair in the grip of his fist. Few more seconds and Gortash finally reached his release, loosening his grasp on young lady. Looking at his partner, with her face completely covered in his seed, mouth wide open in tries to catch her breath he could not help himself, but feel weirdly proud of the fact that he possessed this woman as no one did.

— You are mine. Don’t you ever dare to forget that.

[gallivantingheart]

who?: secretary!seokmin x CEO!(f)reader

word count: 1186

genre/s: CEO!au

warnings: medium-sized angst, pining, allusion to makeouts, mc is emotionally flip-floppy

synopsis: you're really into your secretary, work romance complications be damned.

a/n: sup. it's been a while? no further comment...

Your hand slithers beneath his loose hoodie to greedily feel the burn of his abdomen. But as if he’s been electrocuted, he jolts and you feel the scrape of his teeth as he rises from the haze. Seokmin clears his throat and withdraws from you on the sofa, somehow flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, shoulders rounded high. His hoodie strings are a little wonky from you pulling on them. Your breath is laboured and you can taste him so vividly on your tongue, sweet and something soft as if you could taste clouds.

“Ma’am, we should stop.” He murmurs, voice a little scratchy.

Instantly it feels as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped on you and the thundering of your heart stutters for a different reason. You tuck yourself together, tugging your shirt back down appropriately and running your fingers through your hair to settle it. If you were alone, you could ruminate on the memory of his large palms braced against your skin or the sweet Sprite taste on his mouth.

“I’m sorry. Mostly. It’s just - you’re really attractive you know.” You mumble, any version of confidence drained from you. “Sometimes, it’s all I can think about.”

He ducks his head as well. “I’m really flattered you think so. I, well…you’re my boss. I don’t want this to impact our business together. In fact, let’s just leave this like this and we can continue to be valued colleagues to each other. Friends who got distracted, gave into mistaken temptation. And on Monday it will be a new day, hmm? Yeah, and-“

You balled your fists up and squeeze your eyes shut. “No!”

You look up at him, turning to face him. You reach out to press your palms against his knees and he jolts.

“No. I know, I know it looks messy and you’re questioning it because I’m your boss. God, I’m the CEO of Pledis Company - I’m The Boss! But I’m really into you. There might be a lot to worry about, but right now I just want to lay bare my feelings. You’re so easy to have affection for I don't know why I didn’t sooner.”

He sits, slack jawed, hard to achieve with Seokmin. He’s always had such a way with words to see him without a single syllable is a feat in itself. But you take that as an opening and barrel on with whatever word vomit comes to mind.

“You’re so kind and capable and willing to help. And really, sometimes if my head wasn’t screwed on I feel like I’d forget it, but you never would. You keep me sane. God, I used to get so jealous when the marketing girls would chat with you in the lunch room until I realised that was just who you are. Seokmin - ah, even your name is lovely. You don’t have to feel obliged to feel the same or say anything like it because of my position. In fact, if you don’t feel the same, I would prefer you let it rip and tell me right now. But if you think there is anything in your heart for me more than friendship or a business relationship, please also tell me. Please don’t leave me in the dark.”

As you spoke, you could feel the wall of tension building between you, thicker by the moment and more impenetrable. But as much as it may have been a burden, you weren't going to hide yourself anymore. Especially after that kiss! Heaving a breath, you lift your head to look him in the eye. His mouth has closed now, thankfully. But other than that, your eyes scour his face, trying to find meaning or understanding.

“Ma’am, I didn’t realise…you felt this strongly.” He replies quietly.

You roll your eyes. “Seokmin, we’ve just made out on my sofa. Please, call me by my name - no formalities required.”

Again, he blooms red. “Right.”

With hesitation, your heart sinks and you withdraw yourself. Your posture and demeanor take your words back for you - chicken. “Don’t think about it too hard. I’ve said a lot. Seokmin, go home.”

You stand up and round the sofa, grabbing his keys from the dining table and his phone off the floor - so maybe you were a little rough when trying to manoeuvre him down over you a few minutes ago. Even his jacket hung up neatly on a coat hook by your door. You gather it all together and stand by the shoe rack to encourage him to leave.

He stands too, but it all feels like an afterthought, his mind and body not moving at the same time. In fact, he stops by the bench of your kitchen, arm braced against it. You bite your tongue to rush him along some more. Seokmin’s dark eyes settle on a vase of flowers at your hall table.

“I got those for you.” He says softly.

You turn and stare at them too. You can’t help but smile a little, fondness filling your chest. “Yes, you did. They’re the first thing I see when I get home.”

The vase would be priceless to most, an antique, but it’s the frail florals perched within that you treasure.

“I didn’t put my name on the card.” He adds. “They were for the Source Corp. merger.”

You shrug. “I still knew it was you. Only you know all of my favourite flowers - even the ones I forget I like. Like the freesias. They always remind me of my mum.”

“I don’t want to hide how I feel either. But I’m not…”

You smile. “Not as deep in? I understand. I can love you more than you like me and still be happy with that. I’ll take whatever I can get.”

He takes his things from your grasp, sweeping his bomber jacket around his wide shoulders. He frowns at you, of course he’s concerned.

“I don’t like the way that sounds, ma’am - uh, y/n. I don’t want you to be hung up on me or wait.”

As much as you knew it was a little unhealthy the way you pined after him, you couldn’t help it. And you weren’t going to stifle your feelings when they were already at the stage they were, it would only hurt you more. So you smile and roll your eyes, opening the door for him with a mute beep of the lock. You reach up and smudge off the faint sheen of your tinted balm from the edge of his mouth with your thumb like someone who loved another fondly and lightly kissed his smooth cheek instead.

“Good night, Seokmin. I will see you bright and early tomorrow at the office for our 9am Sales meeting.” You say flippantly.

He looks a little lost and listless as he steps outside and hums agreement, hands jammed in his pockets and turning to stare at you from the hallway. You shrug and simply shut it, only letting your expression crumple at the lacquered wood when you hear the soft double beep of the lock.

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Kinktober Day 2: Mutual Masturbation

Words: 1074

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Daniel x Armand

Summary: Daniel thinks about “Rashid” a little too much and a little too deep.

“Your doctor in New York was consulted and has given consent. You’ll find a note from him in your electronic mailbox.”

Unusual wording aside, Rashid’s manner of speaking also caught Daniel’s attention. Its haughty inflection sticks with him throughout the day, still running through his mind as he gets ready for bed that night, brushing his teeth and staring at his own tired features in the large, light-rimmed mirror. The way Rashid talks to him leaves barely any room for argument. Daniel hasn’t been shut down like that since before his last divorce. It’s kind of hot.

Nope. 

He’s not doing this. Not even, especially not, in the false privacy of his own perfectly climate-controlled guest bedroom. 

After stripping down to his boxer shorts and putting on a T-shirt—so old it might precede Rashid, but nice and soft with only a few small holes in it—he gets into bed and attempts to find a comfortable sleeping position, plagued with the knowledge that he’ll wake up at least twice in order to use the bathroom. Despite it having been another long and draining day, his thoughts are not ready to quiet down yet. 

“We suggest you begin on the left.”

Only Rashid hadn’t been suggesting. The tone of his voice had made it very clear that he was ordering Daniel. His dick gives an interested twitch at the recollection.  

Huh. 

Well, shit. 

There’s something about the combination of Rashid’s pretty yet dispassionate face and the austerity of his words. Like he considers Daniel to be far, far beneath him. On one end of the spectrum there is Louis, the God, and on the other end there’s Daniel, the filth underneath Rashid’s shoe. 

He’s nearing half-mast now. Jesus Christ. There’s no way he’s going to give in to this, this unexpected and extremely ill-timed bout of horniness. Tell that to his overactive brain though. Something about a gift and a curse. 

What would it be like, with Rashid? He’d boss Daniel around in the bedroom for sure. Tell him what to do, what position to fold his aching body in, impassive eyes watching him struggle to comply, soft-spoken words dripping with thinly veiled venom.

Would Rashid touch him at all? Maybe even demand Daniel to pleasure him? Or would he avoid any physical contact between them and make Daniel touch himself, put on a pathetic little show for him? 

Ah, but that’s where the gloves come in. 

The thought of sterile black latex on his bare skin makes Daniel’s breath hitch. The same two-word thought that made him book that ticket to Dubai International Airport flashes through his mind.

Fuck it.

What’s the point of resisting his high-risk urges when his days are numbered no matter what? Might as well live a little while he still can. Consequences be damned. 

Throwing the sheets back, he raises his hips off the mattress and tugs his underwear down just far enough to expose himself. It’s been a long while since he’s been in the mood for self-gratification. The uncomfortable dryness of his hand only feeds the fantasy he’s got going on in his head, so he doesn’t bother with spit. Slowly but surely he gets himself as hard as he can get these days. 

In his mind’s eye, Rashid stands next to his bed fully clothed, just a titillating peak of his chest visible. His latex-covered hand moves clinically over Daniel’s cock. His gaze is detached– No, he’s not even looking at Daniel, the ever-present iPad in his other hand holds his full attention. Daniel lets out a soft groan, needing it faster but also feeling the near-painful friction of rubber against sensitive nerve endings. Rashid pays him no mind. The pace of his hand remains unchanged, methodical, almost machine-like. He goes through the motions absent-mindedly, like getting Daniel off is the same to him as making a cup of coffee.  

His dick is becoming more sore by the minute, almost too sore to keep fueling his arousal, forcing Daniel to switch it up and move things along. He keeps the same pace, but fantasy-Rashid finally shifts his attention from his screen to Daniel. The neutral look on his face doesn’t budge. The words he speaks might be encouraging, but his delivery is as cool and professional as always. Like the way Daniel is falling apart in front of him—because of him—doesn’t affect him at all. He sounds almost patronizing, especially with that accent of his. 

“That’s it Mr. Molloy. It won’t be long now, will it? Go ahead, make a mess of yourself. That’s it. Good boy.”

Yeah, that'll do it.

Huffing through gritted teeth, Daniel rubs himself through his orgasm. The toe-curling friction on his cock has crossed into something actually painful, but intense ripples of pleasure cancel it out. As soon as those dwindle he has to stop touching himself. It feels like he rubbed himself raw. The tremor in his right hand makes itself known again with a vengeance. Catching his breath a little, he regains the ability to think clearly enough to berate himself for the lack of self-control, praying that Louis did not pick up on any of that. 

There’s nothing he wants more than to take his underwear off completely, use it to clean himself up as best as he can, throw it on the floor, get back under the covers, turn over onto his stomach and drift off to sleep. So fuck it, that’s exactly what he does.

Some distance away, in the large open space of the master bedroom, Armand wipes himself down, his movements sluggish but meticulous. The giddiness of what has just transpired is quickly fading. It was reckless of him to listen in to Daniel’s thoughts and get carried away like that. He knows Louis is currently fully preoccupied with all the horrible things the interview is stirring up, and yet… this cannot happen again. 

He does make a mental note to integrate the remark “that’s it, Mr. Molloy” into one of his interactions with Daniel tomorrow, should the opportunity present itself. The little thrill he gets out of rattling Daniel is too good to pass up on, and he sees no reason to deny himself the delight of watching the other man squirm. 

Picking up his iPad, he scrolls through enough art auctions that the fluttery feeling in the center of him—something he has long since come to associate with Daniel—eventually fades into the background. 

[daretobeking]

Okay okay okay

TR in VTM @coolcattime (if you want an explanation of what my silly words mean i have much to share)

Sonja would be a Gangrel 100% especially with how the Gangrel treat their fledgling vampires. On their own from the moment they die until they meet another Gangrel and answer their riddles correctly (aka tell them they’ve been on their own for a year and lived)

Tucker I’m on the fence for, leaning toward Tzimisce cause of the body horror but also the Tremere are the ones with blood magic…. I think he'd probably best settle as Banu Haqim with the eye for an eye you kick me I break your leg type justice

Tom would be a Brujah with the same certainty that Sonja would be a Gangrel. Silly cockroach guys with issues with authority who have a history of fucking with Bad Things. If we were to translate him becoming mecca-dianite then he could get Baali’d cause they’re the only vampires who can just eat your bloodline if I remember right

Jordan as a Salubri. Ianite’s either his Sire or in his bloodline and doing the ancestry whisper thing to him. It’s so silly over there in 3 eye land

Wag could be so funny in about any of the clans but there are two main ideas i have. 1. He'd fit in with the Tremere because of the them previously being mages before they became vampires thing. Also I think it'd just be really silly if all the Wizards are in the vampire cult on a technicality. They're not bound or anything they're just there for research purposes. Also for their medical access. 2. He's a Nosferatu! Human shaped but by god does he not look human. He's just chilling though he lives in the sewers like the rat he is (affectionate) Grey skin red eyes dripping what looks like blood sharp fingers big cloak animal-ish legs. Also Nossies doing illegal shit is so funny to me. bullets cant kill him and whats someone gonna do if they see him? "hey officer i saw a demon selling coke down that dark alley"

And for snippets of just. Things I think about them

Tucker and Tom’s predator type is Montero. They hunt together and make a whole fucked up game of it. Speaking of predator types, Sonja's is Alleycat so she just drops in on people and leaves, Jordan's a Pursuer because he gets to get silly with it as a treat, and Wag's a Sandman where he just sneaks into peoples houses and gives them a munch and crawls away like a lizard.

Tom also totally diablarized Dianite. It was really fucked up actually he pukes when he drinks kindred blood now because of the taste

Sonja never really got a Gangrel mentor even a few years after she was turned because she never figured out it was __ winters like what sane person would respond that way. She figured most things out on her own though

Jordan with his three eyes is so silly to me. His hair's kind of long in the front to cover it up but that's not the best solution so he literally has one of those big thick fabric headbands covering it. he says its to keep his hair out of his face. he looks RIDICULOUS

Wag stole his cloak from a larper and embroidered it himself to make it fit his vibe more. He also just shows up in random places through sewer grates like a horror movie monster because he can. More than once he's scared the SHIT out of the rest of the team by just talking when they don't know he's there or reaching out and grabbing their ankles. He has a tally for who he can get to scream the most

Tucker's perhaps gone a little insane and given in to the Voices but that's okay. It's not like there's an old as fuck vampire at the end of that path who wants to eat him or something. Also his old name when he was mortal was in fact Jericho, and sometimes the rest of the Coterie call him that to get his attention when they're in a rush. He hates it but damn does it work

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My favorite LoL skin (with photos) for each Heartsteel member (excluding their Heartsteel/Prestige Heartsteel and Base skins)

So I absolutely adore the Heartsteel skin line, and for Aphelios, Kayn, and Yone, their Heartsteel skins are arguably my favorite skins of theirs (especially Yone’s Prestige Heartsteel skin). HOWEVER. I want to talk about some other amazing skins too. Three of the ones I’ll mention come from the same skin line, but listen, it’s a beautiful line. Also note: These are based on the splash art. I know some of the aesthetics change when translated to a player model. Ok let’s GOOOOO!

Aphelios: Spirit Blossom Aphelios

I love the COLORS of this skin. I love Spirit Blossom Aphelios’ hair design (like damn Phel go off with the man bun/small pony I see you), outfit/accessories, the markings on his face, and how his horns are opposite to Alune’s. (Also can we discuss how Alune also looks so pretty here like omg. I’m so glad they made sure she fit into this as well.) But Aphelios just looks softer than some of his other skins and it’s an interesting vibe from him. I dig it!

Ezreal: Faerie Court Ezreal & Prestige Heavenscale Ezreal.

(Listen I genuinely can’t fucking pick between them so he gets two.)

THE OUTFIT (with all its wing motifs). THE WINGS. THE PINK HAIR. HIS expression!! I love the redesign of his gauntlet as well. Another thing that I really enjoy is how they managed to keep his face markings and make them unique. His face markings are a trademark element of Ezreal’s base skin so I’m glad they kept those here. AHHHHH HE JUST LOOKS SO GOOD. This is just such a fun reimagine for his character.

This might be one of his two newest skins but holy fuck it’s already one of my favs. His HAIR. MY GOD IT’S SO GOOD?? His pose and expression exude so much power and confidence. His gauntlet with the draconic claw and his horns is just so fun. Also that OUTFIT? His outfit genuinely looks amazing. The color combo of light blue, maroon, and gold is just EXCELLENT. Again, they also kept face markings of some kind, even if they moved from his cheeks to his forehead.

Kayn: Snow Moon Kayn

Kayn’s skins are always fun because you really get 3-in-1 with Kayn, his shadow assassin form, and Rhaast. I love a good black and red (with gold accents) theme and the Loki-esque horns, as well as the addition of the furs on his basic Kayn form are really cool. And the shaddow assassin’s hair. My goodness I do love a man with long white hair 😂 (this will appear again later). I love the color contrast between the shadow assassin and Rhaast designs as well. Also Rhaast looks badass. Terrifying, but still badass.

K’Sante: Prestige Empyrean K’Sante

This skin is so fucking cool. We get to see his face here unlike the original Empyrean K’Sante skin. I love the color scheme with the purple, gold, white, and pink as well as the designs on the clothes/his weapons. The little pink on his face also adds a really small but eye-catching detail that I very much enjoy. Also Lil Nas X helped design this skin and I think that’s so fucking cool.

Sett: Spirit Blossom Sett

Ok listen yes a bit of the reasoning for all these is that the characters themselves look fine as fuck. But holy shit look at Sett here. LOVE his long white hair (hehe what did I say it’s a pattern) with his ears here. That outfit and the accessories are stunning. And again the color palette for the spirit blossom line is just so pretty. Sett just looks so in charge and powerful here. He really is the boss. (Also shoutout to the [I believe] first instance of canon SettPhel which happened in the lore/voice interactions for this line.)

Yone: Spirit Blossom Yone

Look at him. LOOK AT YONE. There is something about Yone with longer white hair that is just so…right, even if it’s tied back or braided. All the beautiful shades of purple in his outfit too! I love. I also like how, besides the horns and his hands/arms, he seems almost human and he’s not stuck to his mask like in his base skin (though I do love his base skin). He also just gives off really pleasant vibes in this. I cannot explain it lmao.

These are my thoughts! These are just my opinions, and frankly so many of these champions have so many amazing skins. I’d love to hear your favorites if you have opinions!

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elaborate on midam mirror sex, it always facinates me the different takes people have on midam sex (which sounds v weird lmao)

WOO BOY OKAY (sorry it took me a minute, decided that I needed my laptop out for this one) First off: Micheal absolutely always wants to see every inch of Adam and likely has no concept of how humiliating it could be in a sense, but that is probably just part of the appeal to Adam, okay. A mirror would mean that every part of Adam is visible to Micheal, and I just KNOW Micheal would make sure Adam stares at himself, so that's a thing of its own. I know it would make Adam nervous and I KNOW he'd realize just how much Micheal enjoys it if he felt any of Micheal's grace intensify (because let's face it - there is no way on this earth that Micheal doesn't just touch Adam with his grace sometimes and give him pure bliss. it happens.) Second: Whether they're in the same body or not, a mirror gives them the ability to always look at each other. If they're in separate bodies, sure - Adam can see Micheal looking at him in the mirror over his shoulder. But if they're in the SAME body - Micheal would be making severe eye contact in the mirror and it would be all of Adam's expressions, all of Adam's reactions, all to what Micheal is doing with what used to be just Adam's hands. Adam could see Micheal staring at him without the need for a projection. And Adam could watch every slow movement of Micheal touching, grazing his fingertips over skin or teasing in torturous ways that he knows Adam would love (because let's also be honest with ourselves - there is no way Micheal and Adam aren't doing this frequently. Adam was just a teenager before. There is no way he isn't still sort of in that horny phase where you're consistently needy, he would be insatiable. Micheal would be happy to please. Micheal might also be a tad needy. Rabbits.). Third: Something about watching your hands do things to you that you aren't in control of, that are shocking you with every touch, that are getting you off without you knowing what they'll do next, is probably a big thing to Adam. A turn on, sure. A kinky experience. But it's also an act of trust - that Micheal is allowed to take control, to share control of his body that he'd willingly let him into. It's an act of trust in the sense that Micheal could fully take over and do as he pleased, but he chose to co-exist with Adam, and not only that, but to do something as intimate as this when he's an angel, an archangel at that, who before likely had no concept of lust or love to a man when it was against god (Micheal could explain a million times how angels don't have genders, how they're wavelengths of celestial intent, but he was masculine presenting, and to any Christian that was considered homosexual, a sin for him to be with Adam. And yet he was.). It's the biggest act of trust for Adam to allow Micheal to do as he sees fit, using his own hands to make himself feel good in a way he can't expect, couldn't do on his own, because something about Micheal doing it makes it special - and sure, yeah, it's just really damn hot to watch Micheal's stare as he touches somewhere else and teases Adam within an inch of his life. I am also just a sucker for mirror sex with a lot of relationships, but midam especially gives me a certain kind of brainrot i cannot for the life of me explain to the fullest extent which it so deserves. (tysm for asking me :)))) )