#theyre going to devour you

[rindomness]

pointing at Carlos. That scientist can sure pack some poorly-addressed, unprocessed trauma!

[deadsnakey]

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

ˋ°•*⁀➷fluff ೀ Headcanons. . .ᐟ 0.7k wordsᥫ᭡┈─★

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᧔ ⑅ ᧓ it probably started with Theo and Matty being dared to kiss each other in truth or dare, sparked their bisexual awakening and then make out in a broom closet while drunk asf at a party a month later.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ from then on out, they started kissing just for fun resulting in feelings developing, then you came into the picture and y'all were really good friends and then confessed feelings to each other and now y'all are dating!!!

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ yeah y'all are like THE trio, being friends and while dating.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both wealthy asf, meaning theyre always getting you anything you want.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Also meaning they spoil each other a lot too, sometimes ending up in them bickering lol.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ You definitely have scary guard dogs privileges.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Very gentle and sweet, to you and each other only though.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ No one dares to fuck with you, but if they think they can get away with it when they arent with you, they are completely wrong. Theyll always find out.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both are really smart, so if you ever need help with anything especially school wise theyll gladly help you. Youre passing with all As almost because of these two.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Lovesss late night baking. Like 1 or 2 am baking with you, its always so fun and filled with lots of laughter tbh and when they cant sleep and youre also up its a great activity to get tired out.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ If you have any hobbies like, painting, drawing, a sport, games, fashion, literally anything, theyll always encourage you and support it. Definitely loves your art if you do anything with creativity.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Its obvious i think that theyd show you off but are also possessive and overprotective of you, especially at parties or in front of groups they know might try sum with you.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ Mattheo is a whore for scalp scratches, theodore is a whore for kisses.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ They both slutty whores for your attention.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ i think mattheo had to get used to being gentle or at least less aggressive since he didn't grow up with gentle or nurturing treatment. you and Theo had to kindly talk to him and let him know when he's hurting you because its never intentional; he doesn't know his own strength.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ but once he does start getting used to being more gentle he doesn't have to think anymore to be less aggressive; it comes more naturally now.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ i think Theo and mattheo love to team up on you just randomly.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ teasing you; especially in public. they even gang up on you to tickle you and bonus points when you're sleepy. they think you're so cute when you're sleepy.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ in love with your laugh, giggles, smile, voice, allat.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ dates are always fun for everyone, planned out and everything. if by chance at some point someone isn't haven't too much fun or sum that will immediately be rearranged.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ if you're more introverted, have anxiety, etc. they are more then understanding especially Theo, if your social battery is getting far too low just say the word and they will happily leave and go somewhere where you're more comfortable.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ these two are very playful, Mattheo is more shameless about it and wanna see you flustered, Theodore just likes seeing you get shy lol.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ do not even try to insult yourself in front of them, they will scold you and dog cuddle pile on you for hoursss, girlie good luck escaping.

᧔ ⑅ ᧓ if you cook, they eat yo shit like fiends who don't get fed at home. cookies? ten minutes record and shoved down their throats. chocolate chip brownies? devoured, shit doesn't stand a chance. they definitely greedy and refuse to share with anyone but you. they're constantly asking if you can bake them something and especially on a bad day.

[comet-forgot-you]

could you do sam carpenter smut please?

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

her coming home from the gym, pressing a kiss to your head. she hardly says anything, mumbling something about feeling so gross and how she desperately needed a shower. you groan, having not seen her almost all day due to your schedules not aligning.

minutes pass, the water turns on and you can’t get the image of sam out of your head. water droplets rolling down her tan skin, the hot water, the pump of her muscles from her workout, it wouldnt leave your head. you needed her, you needed her now.

you go to the bathroom, knocking just enough for her to hear. a muffled “come in,” comes from the other side and you open the door. the sight of sam behind fogged shower doors nearly has your knees buckling. she looks so good, so fucking good. your tongue darts across your lips, wetting them.

“can i join you?” you dont wait for a response before you’re stripping your clothes. sure, you had taken a shower not even an hour ago, but you needed sam now.

“yeah,” sam mumbles, a knowing smirk on her lips. you join her in the shower, the hot water hitting your skin, you can hardly feel it, far too focused on how good your girlfriend looked. her hands reach for your waist, pulling you in closer to her. “see something you like?” she teases when your eyes dont meet her own.

theyre taking in her figure. her toned muscles, her tits, the water rolling down her body. she looked too good not to eat. you dont respond, pushing her against the cold, tiled wall and pressing your lips against her own. she groans slightly at your splay of dominance.

your lips leave her own, trailing down her neck, to her chest, taking a pebbled nipple into your mouth. “fuck.” she huffs, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer. you groan against her nipple, your hands moving to roam her body.

her abs flexed under your touch and she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. you drop to your knees, hoisting one of her legs over your shoulder. you press open mouthed kisses to her thigh, the muscles flexing slightly. god she was so sexy, you needed her now.

you bite down on her thigh, certain to leave a mark. she hisses at the feeling, fingers tugging at your hair. “y/n,” she warns, glaring down at you. you look up at her with innocent eyes.

“hmm?” you hum, pulling away from her thighs to meet her warm cunt. she doesnt respond, sucking in a breath when your mouth takes her swollen clit. she lets out a shaky breath, barely audible over the water.

you flatten your tongue against her clit, humming against it. sam’s grip in your hair loosens for a moment, and when you circle her entrance with your tongue, its tightening as she pulls you closer. the floor of the shower digs into your skin, but you cant seem to focus on it, your need for sam drowning it out.

“fuck!” her voice echoes off of the shower walls, your fingers pushing into her cunt. you glance up at her, her abs flexing once again. your pump your fingers in and out of her at a fast pace, your tongue working at her clit.

shes so fucking hot. she brings a hand up to cover her mouth and you hate it. you need to hear her, you need to have as much of her as you can. you tug her hand away from her mouth and sam glares down at you. “what the fuck?” shes not used to you being the more dominant one, but when she sees the way you look at her, like you want to devour her, it has her feeling some type of way.

you pull off of her cunt, licking at your lips. “i wanna hear you so bad, sam,” you plead desperately. it sends heat throughout her body.

“yeah?” she groans, bucking her hips against your fingers. you nod, free hand moving to keep her hips in place.

“so bad, sammy,” you whisper. your mouth is back on her in an instant, lapping away at her cunt. her hips strain against your arm, desperate to rut her cunt into your mouth. you glare up at her, a warning look in your eye and she lets out a high pitched moan.

your fingers fuck into her, curling every so often. her walls clamp around your fingers the closer she gets to her orgasm, her moan bouncing off of the shower walls. its hard to breathe, the water and your busy mouth restricting your breath slightly, but you dont seem to care. you need her, you need her bad.

“fuck,” she groans out, arms flexing slightly as she grips your hair. “gonna cum,” she mumbles, abs tensing. you smile against her cunt and she can feel it, a groan falling from her lips.

she lets go of your hair, moving to hold onto the handlebar for stability. your fingers curl inside of her one last time and shes coming undone, a drawn out groan falling from her lips. “fuck,” she groans out. your arm drops from her stomach and shes quick to buck against your mouth.

you pull away from her, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them of her orgasm. you press a kiss to her thigh the moment your fingers leave your lips, wrapping your arm around her thigh to pull it off of your shoulder. you trail kisses up her body until you reach her lips.

“you looked too good not to eat, baby,” you whisper. her breathing is heavy, eyes not sure where to look, flickering from your eyes to your lips. you smile before stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body.

a minute passes before sam is groaning, “you wasted all my hot water.”

[littleplantfreak]

Silly/Clumsy WB boys HCs

I see hcs like this and theyre always fun/make me laugh o(｀ω´ )o

Sakura’s food went down the wrong pipe at a restaurant and when the waiter asked if it was because it was too spicy, he insisted through coughing and tears that that definitely wasn’t the case (he could tell they didnt believe him though)

Tsugeura sometimes lets one rip by accident when he’s exercising. Not even a little fart either, the kind that stops everyone from what they’re doing.

One time Nirei stubbed his toe so hard, he fell and grabbed onto the nearest object. Unfortunately that was the back of Sakura’s pants, making him accidentally moon a few people in class.

Word recall is hard sometimes. So when Choji calls an ambulance a ‘hospital truck’ really what can you do? At least he’s using words. Sometimes he just mimes the shape or action of the thing and insists that you know what he’s talking about. Will draw a picture if he gets frustrated enough, but if it’s something intangible? Well it’s a guessing word game. (Togame is the best at it, but Inugami is on Choji’s wavelength enough that he’s pretty accurate too)

Hiragi calls the first years by the wrong name sometimes, like a mom with too many kids. He’ll yell and say Sugishita when he means Sakura, but he does apologize before yelling again.

Because he’s around older guys a lot, Togame sometime uses really old words or sayings. You haven’t hear the saying “It’s raining cats and dogs” or he’s “bleeding like a stuck pig” in years until you’re stuck under an awning during a passing storm or he comes back from a rough fight, nose still bleeding profusely. Also keeps bag balm/cetaphil, some other really good lotion for calluses and dry skin and just kinda slaps it on whatever shishitoren member he sees who’s hands are cracking, saying that the skin won’t heal as well when they’re older so they better take care of it now.

Umemiya’s got the worst habit of losing, dropping, or sitting on his glasses. He doesn’t realize it until he hears the snap and he’s got them taped up until he can go get them fixed again.

Kaji’s kind of a messy eater. Especially with ice cream or food with sauce on it. Started to get better with checking his face after eating after Hiragi slapped a wet wipe on his face after he devoured a rack of ribs, leaving him looking like he’d cannibalized someone

[animeyanderelover]

Hey! I love your writing!

Could i request headcanons of Yandere Douma with a member of the eternal paradise cult that has never asked him for anything despite the fact he's essentially their god. They assume hes probably stressed hearing and trying to fix other people's problems all the time so they never ask him to fix their life but theyre a diligent worshipper and helper around the cult.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, sadism, isolation

Tags: @leveyani @kanaosprotector

It must be tough to be a god

❄️​What others may only see as utter terror if they would know what is going on behind closed shoji doors is viewed as an act of kindness by Douma. The consumption of his followers is a sign of mercy and kindness as he frees them from their pitiful and pathetic human lives by devouring them. How can those creatures not be tormented by their own existence after all? Their bodies age and decay, their beauty vanishes and in the greater order of things they are flies just waiting to be swatted away and to be forgotten. Needless to say, he looks at your kind with rather condescending opinions yet such thoughts only convince him further of his good deeds. He lends them an ear when they seek him out, desperate and in agony, their heart shackled with chains only he can take off. He has always listened and given words of comfort and as empty as they may be, they latch on them like a leech does on human skin.

❄️​You are one of many faces in his cult, one that should be meant to be forgotten when your time eventually comes. Through hard word and sheer dedication though, you have earned yourself a position where you spend more time with Douma than the average follower. It is a honor you humbly accept as you work earnestly to do your assigned duty and the expectations of everyone justice. You gladly accept all compliments given to you by other worshipper in the cult yet Douma's words of gratitude are the ones that make your heart race the most, although you never let those sweet words get to your head. You believe that one shouldn't slack off because of kind words and compliments and that one should work hard and do their best every day to achieve self-control and inner peace. You fulfill your duties remarkably well and always look out if Douma should need something which you will then promptly arrange for him.

❄️​He praises you for your diligent performance and your hard work yet those words do not match his low thoughts. Douma is quite used to seeing little things like you who would do everything for him in hopes of gaining his attention and his affection. Surely you must be the same. A desperate, little thing who is prying for his love by working so exceptionally hard. He has always entertained such pathetic feelings as it is his duty to cater to the worries of his followers and he thinks that it is time for him to reward you too. What is it that your heart desires most right now? Tell him and he'll see it through to fulfill that little wish of yours. He expects you to utter the common wish of wanting his affection and attention, of the forbidden desire to be claimed by him, even if just for one night. Yet you don't fall for his seductive tone and the temptation of his body so close to yours as you express to him that you have no other wish than continuing to serve him loyally as you have done all this time before.

❄️​Your response puzzles the demon as he has never received such an answer to his offer. He makes no attempt to stop you though as you distance yourself from his body and excuse yourself before heading out, though he tilts his head curiously as his colorful eyes move with you until you are out of his sight. It is only after you have left that Douma fully recognises what has happened and as soon as he has realised, he can't help but let out a rather excited giggle. You denied his offer. You rejected him! Maybe if any of his other followers would have known about your behavior they would have ganged up on you to punish you for your rude and dismissive behavior. Yet the emotions rushing through Douma's veins are far from displeased in that moment as he finds himself rather curious and thrilled all of a sudden as he has never had someone treat him the way you just treated him. It is only the start of his obsession.

❄️​Suddenly you find yourself as the unfortunate target of almost all of his obsession as his attention is solely fixed on you. Boredom has been his only true companion that has always been with him even during his human years yet for the first time in his life he is experiencing something that isn't just a shallow and fleeting emotion. For the first time he sees a bit more worth in a human than what he normally thinks of them and it is rather thrilling to feel. Douma always appears in the places where he knows you are at the moment and successfully distracts you from your duties, quite displeased when you don't give all of your attention to him. You can feel his eyes on you even if you don't face him though and even if you are a dutiful worshipper, you tend to feel a bit creeped out by his behavior. He can't seem to hold out even a minute without asking you something or interrupting you otherwise as the feeling of boredom returns as soon as you don't pay attention to him.

❄️​Despite the rather childish and clingy attitude he suddenly expresses when he is around you, Douma is still quite observant. The demon is aware that you only tolerate this behavior of his because he is the leader of this cult. If it would have been anyone else, you would have given them already an earful. He wonders how far he can take this? If he would have been an honorable man, he would have felt guilty for suddenly abusing his power over you to invade your privacy, to touch you and to downright molest you at times. He isn't though and he will never be. He takes delight in listening how your heartbeat always picks up when he touches you, his hands lingering as they slowly rub up and down your body and watching how you can only uncomfortably squirm whilst his hands linger. You are normally always rather composed and calm so it is quite fun to be the reason for you to lose your facade. Perhaps he can coax you into requesting something special of him if he shows you his interest so boldly.

❄️​You remain unwilling to ask anything of him even as he continues expressing his interest in you through caresses and touches which soon has Douma wondering if you keep something from him. All of his followers have worries and wishes they confess to him yet only you have never made use of his services. Do you not trust him? Is that it? As fun and exciting your different attitude is, if you don't trust him that is a little bit of an issue that bothers Douma the more he thinks about it. He finds himself being rather straightforward this time without playing around as he asks you this question as soon as you have appeared before him due to him having sent for you. It is quite hard to decipher his true feelings as he still keeps a grin on his face, although his eyes are sharp and intense as he expects an answer from you. You see yourself pressured to answer his question, watching nervously as he tilts his head before he suddenly lets out an amused chuckle.

❄️​Your answer is just as adorable as you, you know? It is quite interesting that you have such silly worries, although he does feel quite flattered to know that you care that much about him. Though you should know that it is quite frustrating for him as you don't open up to him as much as all other followers yet it is you he has the most interest in. Be assured that it would sadden him more if you were to keep secrets and thoughts away from him. Those friendly words of his still hold a silent demand for you to open up all of your thoughts for him because Douma finds himself slowly feeling impatient that you keep such a wonderful mind away from him. If you still dare to hold on to your unwanted worries and deny him, you'll have to live with the punishment he as your god will give you. If you do not give him what he desires, he'll get it himself. There is a lot you don't know about each other after all but he'll be happy to share all of his secrets with you and find out all of yours in return.

[flowersinthegrocerystore]

the lady fenring and feyd rautha scene would go hard in the feydpaul context. that's his feral guard dog who will maul and devour anyone and doesn't mind being kicked and scratched by the man he does it for, he doesn't need The Voice™ to be told to kneel before paul and the room feels so hard to breathe in when they're having those moments because the tension is too much and they're really the type you want to be away from when theyre having Moments since it feels like you're interrupting something.

in the most plain and internet tropey way, he's the most deranged and fucked up Wife Guy.

This is exactly what I'm saying! In the fic I'm writing something similar happens and I'm so excited to write it you don't understand. He is THE wife guy! I can see their dynamic so clearly in my head- you can't tell me that a character's "main drive" is shame and humiliation and not expect to go feral. I love every single word of this op I am bowing before you

(please send more feydpaul asks if you have any bc this is iconic!)

[jackalhadrurusluvr]

jackal before he was placed in his own story was supposed to be kind of cool and much edgier and scary and pathetic in a bad way and you can tell by his playlist. the further you go the more depressing yet hopeful the playlist gets

first ten songs

vs

latest ten songs

posting about the jackal playlist makes me listen to the playlist and that makes me slam my fist on my desk and bury my head in my hands and weep

girl i will. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

( sea lion goth blues - the growlers )

[omophagic-beast]

What is your Hogwarts house?

Hi! Im gonna assume this is in good faith once, and answer this by saying that im a trans man and have fully disconnected from harry potter because theyre bad books and jk rowling sucks if youd like to read something better id love to recommend some stuff! The Legend of Eli Monpress by Rachel Aaron is a series I like enough to put a quote from it on my arm, though I still hesitate to call it my favorite. It's about the greatest thief in the world as he tries to get his bounty as high as possible, accompanied by a swordsman wielding a mountain and a woman hosting the seed of a demon. The Keys to the Kingdom series by Garth Nyx was recommended to me by the lovely Jay Dragon and a few others at Metatopia this year, and I ended up devouring four of the seven books on the plane ride home. A child unwillingly goes through The Horrors, fighting seven angels who have been overtaken (in a sense) by the seven deadly sins. There's so much cool and interesting symbology throughout the series that's really fun to pick out when you notice it. Delicious in Dungeon is a manga by Ryoko Kui and definitely my favorite manga of all time. It's mainly about the importance of good food, as a group of adventurers end up having to traverse a dungeon with no supplies, surviving by eating the monsters within.

The Seep by Chana Porter is fun, if you're willing to get weird with it. Trina Goldberg-Oneka, a trans woman, finds herself devastated and unmoored after her wife leaves her to become a baby again. And by "fun" I mean it's a book that left me feeling like I was more of a person than I was before.

There's also plenty of really good webcomics out there, like Sakana, Bicycle Boy, Pia and The Tiny Little Things, A Better Place, We Go Together, Barbarous, Cold Sweat, ect, that you can simply find and read for free online! And if you simply must have wizards may I suggest making your own, the blog There's a TTRPG for that has a great post listing a bunch of good ttrpgs with that theme: https://theresattrpgforthat.tumblr.com/post/718030523649376256/theme-magic-and-mystics And speaking of games I'll cap this all off, for no particular reason, by recommending the game Let's Rob RJ McElhenny and Steal Her Golden Quill by Glaive Guisarme Games. It's fun and campy and a really good time.

[deadqueerboys]

could you write a wilbur soot x fem!reader for me where theyre really good friends who always hang out but they have MASSIVE sexual tension going on and one night shes sleeping over at his house and he gets hard because of her pyjama shorts and they fuck?

if not thats totally cool:)🍓btw youve been devouring these fics lately

As I said, I don't write for fem! reader, but this idea turned me on so much..

Mwah, my little strawberry, I loved this!!

Damn Pajamas - Wilbur Soot x Fem! Reader

It's just a sleepover.. just a simple little sleepover, right? Right. So.. why is Wilbur so weird lately? All their sexual tension just disappeared after Y/n put her pajamas on. She always used to tease Wilbur with those, sending him pics in the middle of the night so he can know how well she's dressed, but when he finally has the chance, he doesn't nothing? Weird.

She walks around the living room, bouncing her hips with the song that Wilbur let playing while he does a tea for both of them. He watches her from the kitchen, his eyes hungrily taking note of the way how she's dressed, her sweet moves and the way how she shake that ass makes him want to grab her now and there.

"Why are you so happy?" He asks, trying to keep his cool with a usual tone of voice. Wilbur sighs as he looks down at his bulge, trying to grind it against the bench while Y/n his distracted. He feels so guilty, but she's so hot that he can't help himself.

"Well, I'm finally spending time with my famous weird best friend, is a good reason to be in a good mood." Y/n turns down the volume of the music, coming closer to Wilbur, facing him in the other side of the bench, he making everything possible so she doesn't see anything under his hips.

"Maybe." He handles her the tea with a shrug and a smile, his cock twitching with the close view of her breasts. Wilbur clears his throat, pulling a chair so he can sit down and hide even more his arouse. He puts his hand on his own thigh while drinking his tea with the other. "You're looking good." Wilbur smirks, his perv personality getting the best of him as his eyes become more lazy and focused, driving through all her body.

"He's back!!" She giggles, taking a sip of her tea. Y/n turns around the bench, coming closer to him and hugging him from behind. She wraps her arms around him while resting her head on his back. He smells good as always, a sweet touch of vanilla but also a manly wooden tip.

Wilbur's eyes widen. He whimpers in surprise, so he quickly forces a small giggle to pretend that was just the start of a laugh. She, oblivious of his hard nature, runs her naughty fingers on his chest and comes closer to his belt.

"Are you on heat or something? That's pretty sluty from you." Wilbur teases, his voice low and sharpy voice sending a shiver down her spine and finding the way inside her panties. She feels slightly wet from his words, so giving back the favor, Y/n touches his crotch, only fast enough to notice that he is also excited.

"Oh my God! You're- how could you?" She smirks, crossing her arms under her chest.

"It's your fault.." When he turns around to face her, he pets his thighs with a mischievous glint and a little pout, almost wanting to make her feel pity of his needy state. He sits properly, spreading his legs and guiding her hands to his covered cock again. He lays his head back, taking a deep breath. She steps in, getting between his legs and biting her lips.

"My fault?" Y/n asks, not totally sure what to do with this whole new information. She tries to cup it with her hand, causing him to moan. She feels herself getting wetter, but she tries to focus on him.

He cups her cheeks, smiling and slowly kissing her with passion. Wilbur puts down his sweatpants, only enough to show her how hard he was and how uncomfortable his boxers is feeling for his cock right now. She swallows hard, taking his underwear slowly, her hands reaching to touch him and take his length in her hands. It feels good even being so hard. Y/n looks at him, quietly asking for a sign, he just nods.

Wilbur's hand slowly gets inside her pajama shorts, he lean in closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly trail his fingers up her inner thighs, pausing just at begin of her panties. He puts her shorts down a little, rubbing his finger in the edge of her pussy, the wetness making his cock twitches in her hand. He places his other hand around her neck, playing with her hair as he comes closer to her ear. He takes her scent, feeling the sweet strawberry in his lungs like a candy, making him even more needy for her.

As she strokes him a little faster with confidence, he puts one finger inside her tight pussy, both of them moaning in the process. They both leak in synchrony, her pussy squishing in his finger as she desperately nods for him to keep going. He does, moving inside her with no bad intentions. Y/n moves her hips, griding against his finger as she asks for one more, and again, he follows her order. He puts two fingers inside her, her wet pussy swallowing them with hunger.

Wilbur gets up, swapping places with her. He makes her sit down and spread her legs as he keeps fingering her. Without waiting for her at this time, he puts one more finger with the excuse of wanting to get her ready for him. She moans and grabs his hair, kissing him to contain her to be even louder. He giggles quietly at it, slowly taking his fingers off of her and replacing it with his cock that is now only teasing her with his tip.

"You're looking even better now." He plays with her, dragging his dick on her pussy, but never coming inside. Wilbur kisses her one more time. "You have no idea of how much I wanted this." He puts the tip inside her, making her whimper with the contact of his thick crotch. She grabs his shoulder, and he comes in even more.

It takes a moment until he decides to really start moving, but when he does, it's soft. He makes his hips bounce in a comfortable way to her. It's big, almost too much, but never enough. Wilbur pants with the small relief he's having, putting more of himself inside her. His boner getting comfortable inside her tight walls.

He moves a little faster, thrusting into her with peace and passion. The first slap their hips make against each other only drives both of them wild. She wants more, and so does he. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper. Y/n moans, and Wilbur frowns while panting.

Wilbur feels ready, he picks her up, and traps her against the surprisingly warm wall, his moves getting lazy but faster, sloppy but more passionately. She moves her own fingers to tease her clit while he pounds into her with a strong thrust.

"That's all you can do? I thought you said you wanted it." She teases, giggling as she moves herself more often in and out, taking all of his length with no problem and no complaints. Y/n bounces on his lap, moaning for him with a smirk. She's more awake than ever.

He grabs her ass cheeks, fucking himself inside her instead of give her properly attention and care. Wilbur is turned into a mess. He's so horny that it barely matters to him if she's enjoying or not. He bury his head on her breasts, laying there like a pillow but also sucking her nipples while he slaps her ass.

"Wait- Wilbur!" She pants, tapping his back before finally cumming all over his dick. Y/n moans and cries, feeling the knot in her stomach disappears. With the overwhelming feeling, she wraps her arms around him again, kissing desperately and lazily his neck.

Wilbur smirks, leading her to sit on the kitchen bench again. He takes his cock out of her pussy, stroking himself harder before cumming over her stomach and thighs, but not on her pussy. He moans and giggles, his relief feeling so hot and warm on Y/n's skin..

"We.. should do more sleepovers." He winks, coming back to be cocky with her.

"Yes. Yes, we should.." She giggles, kissing him some kind of horny concern.

[xamaxenta]

Vampire sabo coming from an extremely pedigree line of vampyre and theyre all snobby and haughty and blahblah we are a noble household and all Sabo wants to be is a little bat and be someones lil familiar and just hang out with normal fucking people and he doesnt give a fucking shit about the blood of virgins unwillingly feasted on that’s messed up

Cue Ace the unwilling virgin being brought as the next sacrifice to be devoured by his wretched family but shock! He’s a witch! And a hunter in disguise, stakes His father through the heart and turns his sights on his mother and stelly next and Sabo allows himself to go down without a fight practically begging for a nail in his coffin so to speak and Ace falters like why dont you fight back

Sabo scrunches his nose up like i dont wanna, so if you want to turn me to dust its whatever im centuries old im tired

Ace whos seen this kind of jaded in creatures before realising Sabo just needs a friend and actual company or whatever hes a monster killer not heartless, Sabo has exhibited the first emotion he looks for in creatures like him which is remorse and maybe its fake so he tells him so and binds him with runes to seal his fangs just in case and sabo shrugs like i dont even like human blood

Ace bites okay so what do you eat and Sabo thinks deeply about this moonlight mostly? And ace seems satisfied with this answer like, oh same we are one in that regard

Brings a little bat home to his coven where Sabo will learn the true meaning of love and friendship!?

Theres also a fucking huge blue coloured bird that keeps pecking at him when hes in bat form whats up with that?

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

AHH THEYRE OPEN!!! EEEEE

Could I request for your 🌹valentines event🌹 the prompt voice with Solomon with a GN MC? He’s heard their voice for a long time giving him encouragement and praise but he’s long since given up actually meeting them. They meet during the exchange program and he immediately recognizes their voice.

I’ve never heard of the soulmate voice scenario before so I’m realty looking forward to how you pull it all together! I love your works and am really excited for this event! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!💖💖💖💖💖

Solomon - Voice

Solomon x GN! reader

Prompt: The voice in their head is their soulmate’s voice

AN: Hi Ivy!! Thank you for your sweet words, I'm really glad you like what I do! 💕 I'm so sorry about the wait on this request, but I suppose better late than never! I really got in a groove writing this, and uh...it's a little more hurt/comfort than I expected it to be, so I hope that's okay. Thank you for being patient and I hope you enjoy! 😊

Warnings: Slight hurt/comfort, mimics how you meet Solomon in the OG but diverges a tad.

The cool night air whipped through Solomon’s hair gently as he leaned out of the open window. His eyes had grown tired from hours of combing through the weathered pages of an ancient tome he’d miraculously gotten his hands on, so he decided to take a small break to rest them. The sooner he did that, the quicker he’d be back at his desk furiously devouring the magical literature the book had to offer. 

Bleary eyes flicked lazily across the landscape of the soft city nightlife beyond his walls. He’s not in the thick of it, but sometimes he listens just to feel included. The distant sounds of horns honking, the gentle clicks of heels on the street below him as two friends pass by with gossip juggled between them, even smelling the cheap, greasy pizza from one of the restaurants nearby. It’s all something that eludes him. Like an inside joke he’s not allowed in on…

“I hope you’re doing okay…”

Solomon perks upon hearing the soft, almost solemn voice in his head. It had started just a few short decades ago, popping up occasionally to say hello or to spout some words of encouragement. He was aware he was hearing the voice of his soulmate, but it seemed hard for him to let go of his reservations and interact with them. He knew it would never last, and he’d never meet them. So, he keeps his mind quiet like he always does, not wanting to give them false hope.

And it seemed he was disappointing them further by not responding yet again, hearing their soft sigh before speaking again.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re even there. Maybe I’m talking to nobody...”

He wishes you were – or at least someone that wasn’t him.

“But it’s almost as if I can feel your presence. You exist. I know it.”

Oh, he exists, alright. Longer than he thinks you could ever fathom. How the universe could’ve paired such a patient soul to his jaded one is a mystery to him. It’s curious how you’re able to sense him too. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you had some magical prowess as well – however small that may be. 

“Are you looking at the same moon I am? It’s so bright and beautiful tonight… A full moon.”

The sorcerer’s ancient eyes slowly move to the moon hanging above the city, where the skyscrapers seem to just brush its surface. It’s the same moon he’s looked at for centuries, the one thing that’s stayed constant in his eternal life. Tonight’s moon seems to glow a hair brighter than usual. Perhaps it’s a super moon just playing with his perception. Either way, he basks in her maternal essence all the same. 

It grows quiet in his mind and Solomon assumes his soulmate is lost in the moment, just as he is. Whether it’s due to the moon’s company illuminating his figure perched on the windowsill or because of the presence that has wriggled their way into his thoughts, he doesn’t feel as alone tonight.

The minutes drag on with nothing more from his soulmate, so he takes this as a sign his break is over. With a long, drawn out sigh, he pushes himself off the windowsill before shutting the window and pulling the curtains closed. He takes slow strides back to his desk, stretching his back muscles before he inevitably hunches over the tome until his body gives out to exhaustion. The old, rickety chair creaks beneath him as the hard wood already begins to gnaw away at his bum. Though he pays no mind to the mild pain as he aims to jump right back into the marked pages he’d left open on his desk. 

“Take care of yourself.” 

It’s the last thing he hears right before his eager eyes can reach a word on either of the sprawled out pages. That gentle reminder causes his heart to ache in guilt knowing he should do better to take care of himself, yet...he’s too consumed with his life’s work to try harder. With a slight shake of his head to rid himself of those feelings, he plunges right back into the mystical tome. 

-

The halls of RAD bustle with first-day gossip shared between demon cliques about the newly implemented exchange program and the exchange students that came with it.

Solomon, who keeps to himself against one of the walls to blend in with the crowd, hears the names of his angelic dorm mates, as well as his own, bouncing around as if it were a game of Hot Potato. It’s the typical fare of “that sorcerer, Solomon, is one of the exchange students this year” and “watch out for that guy, you know he’s a bit of a shady fellow.” Every other word that’s been tacked onto his persona is spit out with a venomous hiss. 

Powerful. Shady. No good. Hardly human. Sorcerer... Solomon, Solomon, Solomon.

He’s heard them so many times he’s started to believe there might be merit behind the sentiments. 

Beyond that, he’s also heard a few rumors about the second human exchange student. Due to the quickly buzzing word, the clever sorcerer had already caught wind of their name and a few other interesting details, like how Mammon had been appointed as the “human babysitter.” Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle to himself when he’d first heard that. Mammon as a babysitter of anything, let alone a fellow human… That’s rich. 

“I should run…” 

Solomon’s brow raises sharply, almost instantly, upon hearing that phrase in his head. What an odd thing for his soulmate to say. They hadn’t spoken much to him in the past few weeks, apart from some nerves about something they never fully divulged to him, but for this to be the first thing in a while is concerning to say the least. It may not even be a conscious effort as the panic of the voice in his head is quite obvious.

“That’s what Mammon said to do…” 

Mammon? How does this person…

It’s then that Solomon notices a timid looking human in the middle of the hall, their eyes casting side to side as a few groups of demons seem to eye them dangerously. The sorcerer’s feet move faster than his thoughts and he’s suddenly in front of the human with a friendly grin on his lips.

“Hey, you there.” 

He watches you startle at his sudden appearance, your phone slipping through your fingers and clattering on the floor as you just stare at him with anxiety practically radiating off you. It seems you’re opting for the freeze response from how on edge you are around him. He automatically feels guilty for scaring you so terribly, but he understands why. 

Slowly, as to not spook you further, he crouches down to pick up your phone, doing a quick check to make sure it’s not damaged as he rises back to his normal height. 

“This belongs to you. I saw you drop it just now,” he hands it out to you, chuckling as he does. “You should be lucky it didn’t crack.” 

He watches you glance down to his outstretched hand before slowly taking your phone from him. Your fingers brush lightly against his, sending a chill up his spine. For it being such a minuscule touch, it felt so natural. 

A small appreciative smile eases your frightened features. Though he can tell you’re still tentative. “Thank you.” 

Solomon’s heart skips a beat as he recognizes the voice instantly. He stills momentarily, though not enough to seem like he’d lost composure...but internally, he was flustered. The previous phrases he’d heard in his head suddenly made sense now. Before he gets completely ahead of himself, he decides to converse with you further to confirm his suspicions. 

“My name’s Solomon. I’m an exchange student from the human world, just like you.” 

Your fears instantly seem to vanish upon learning that he’s not one of the demons wanting to cause you harm. “Ah, well, that’s a relief then. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You give a quick introduction of yourself as well. The name he’d heard whispered among others earlier rolled off your tongue in the same kind voice he’s had in his head for decades. It doesn’t seem you realize the situation yet, but how could you? He never spoke to you… You didn’t know what he sounded like. If he had known meeting you wasn’t a slim to none chance, maybe he would’ve asked how your day was, reminded you to hydrate or study, or just said hi. 

The sorcerer makes his mind up pretty quickly – he’d make it up to you once he reveals the true nature of your special connection. 

Even now, he’s realizing you’re more than just a stranger to him. You were the kind words he couldn’t give himself, the reasoning he was blind to, and the connection he thought was best to deny. 

You were the sound he was lonely without.

[danse--macabre]

OKAY not to get ~thematic~ about my silly rarepair between the milf of the decade herself jaheira and astarion, but. But.

Vampires, in the cultural canon, engage with SUCH a morbid fascination / fetishisation of youth. preferring the blood of virgins. being 'eternally young'. right down to effective predation strategies - which astarion gestures at - choosing victims that are young and hopelessly naïve, or those who are miserable and seek oblivion anyway, ideally both, as theyre the easiest to make disappear. youth for a vampire is something they possess in a horrific way, their faces in some sources appear beautiful, but they're robbed of the ability to age and grow as mortals do, and are representative of a disturbing timelessness (all those out of date fashions!) that eternally separates them from others. Youth is something they possess only the face of and youth is something they seek out and devour to maintain those faces.

In some ways the standard romance route in BG3 plays with this to some degree. It begins as a vampiric seduction FOR astarion's own ends. And sure, you're given no set age as a tav/durge, but it's highly likely you're much younger than him. That route is All About the sexual fantasy of a vampire vs. Astarion the man himself, and you begin with a very false vampiric seduction - the bite scenes, and so on - into very genuine feelings. There's even a virginal aspect to it - you're his very first person he's bitten! you're special! Astarion himself is obsessed with his own looks and his own sense of eternal youth as it's something he cannot seen or possess for himself. There are qualities of this possessive obsession over youth that are reflected throughout as the relationship is engaging with, at its core, the concept of a vampire romance.

Enter Jaheira. Over a hundred and eighty years old. Middle to end of Act 2. Everyone knows Astarion's a vampire now! He's probably already bitten someone, even if it's just a bandit! She's not his first. Nor is Jaheira a wild-eyed youth who'd be enamoured by this far more experienced, mysterious man who is wearing a face that's ethereally young and beautiful (ha!). Come on! she'd see right through it. She's old enough to be wise to these things (also her wisdom modifier and her intial suspicion of the tadpole group... come on). Jaheira's had relationships before- she's loved before - and she's lost before! Any romantic or sexual dynamic between them is absolutely not going to be mediated through her being a precious baby lamb and him a wolf. In fact, if anythiny we're inverting this. Jaheira looks and acts older, has had far more life experiences arguably, and Astarion - despite being more or less the same age as her - looks to be a younger partner with an older woman, is the person with less relationship and life experience, has more to learn. Any relationship, romantic or sexual or both, will not be initiated with Astarion playing the vampire. He'll instead *have* to be Astarion the man.

And that's novel and juicy! It'd be quite tonally different! Fun! Exciting! Not without its own difficulties (have you spoken to Jaheira's kids) but different nonetheless. There's something fascinating as well with the idea that Astarion would *choose* something so different than his classic victim profile as well - that he would choose the oldest person in the party. I'm fucking obsessed with it quite frankly.

[xxsycamore]

Mooooo ily, I am going to spam you! Congrats on the followers, I am happy that events like these give you such a mood booster. Theyre always sweet and I wuv them (and so do many others!!)

If you feel it, how about 😘 with Gilbert?

THANK YOU! 🥺 They do, yes. and if I get to boost someone's mood in the process too? win win. Hey can you believe this is the first gilbert for this event

cw: food

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔...

GILBERT:

People say not to mess with a beast having its meal... that's why you're considerate enough to wait until Gilbert's moved on to dessert.

You've been dying to toy with him, in the most loving and affectionate way possible, of course, by giving him a taste of his own medicine and launching a kiss attack all over his features. Problem is, Gilbert is just so hard to be caught with his guard down. You tried it while he was on the brink of sleep; in the bath; in the middle of a reading session.

It's when you watch him stuff his cheeks full of food that the mist of endearment briefly dissipates so you can see through it and spot an opening. And there's no need for an ambush even - you don't sneak behind him, you don't grasp his shoulders in a flash. He's not going anywhere.

Already tasting sweet victory on the smooth skin of Gilbert's cheek, with a bit of smudged vanilla cream thrown in the mix, you litter audible smooches on him - on both sides of his face, just underneath his jaw, on the bridge of his hose, on his temples... full-well knowing that Gilbert won't stop what he's doing just to turn the tables on you.

Or will he?

The pasty is lowered down to his plate as his ruby eyes bore into yours, but smiling. He lacks the deadly irritation of a big cat interrupted while devouring its prey... in fact, you've only seen him like that when a servant involuntarily disrupts your private time.

Without realizing it, you've paused - frozen as Gilbert stares at you.

"What is it? Aren't you going to feed me more of your sweet kisses? You should've said something instead of being jealous of my dessert like that... for you know that only you can truly sate my hunger, little bunny. I won't stop you, so please go ahead and have your fill."

∎ Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Okay idk if u wanna do this but May I request a crossover of vita Carnis and Mandela Catalouge headcanons?..

For Adam,Jonah and Mark. Basically they arrive at theyre s/o’s House..and find out they have a pet trimming named Meatloaf or something.s/o treat them like they’re baby like any pet owner would,what are they’re reactions?

Awwwwe yeah my two current analog horror fixations let's goooo

.......

Adam

He shows up at your door right as you were getting food for your pet.

It was especially important that you fed it at this particular time so it would settle down for the night...

But Adam's persistent knocking forces you to stop and answer the door, momentarily leaving it with an empty bowl.

"Adam? What are you doing here so late?"

"Did you get my message? Our client wants us to go to his place now. I got the salt and everything."

"...he's gonna have to wait a minute. I just gotta feed my pet and-"

"C'mon, babe. We can't lose this offer. I'm sure your pet's not gonna starve to dea-"

All of the sudden, both of you hear metal scraping and a loud whining noise that sounded like a dying animal, startling Adam while you just stare blankly at him. "You were saying?"

"..what the hell was that?????"

You decide it's better to just show him, so you go back inside and introduce him to your pet: a small six-legged fat lump of raw red meat with a collar around its neck.

"What the fuck is that?? An alien??"

"No, it's a Trimming. And their name is Meatloaf."

"....that literally explains nothing."

After feeding your Trimming and calming it down, you told Adam a little bit about its role in the Vita Carnis family.

Where you're from, they're common house pets, being even more popular than dogs or cats as they were docile and willing to eat anything.

When you're done explaining, he just stares at Meatloaf for a while, who's now swaddled in a blanket and curled up in your lap.

It looks kinda gross, but he is intrigued.

Apparently, it's trained to sniff out Mimics and scream when it detects one....which has saved your life on multiple occasions, and it did the same when it sensed an Alternate in your house not long after you moved here.

That's cool.

He thinks you should bring it on BPS assignments.

Jonah

On the other hand....

When you mentioned owning an exotic pet, Jonah didn't expect anything like this when he showed up uninvited, letting himself in with a spare key.

"Hey I brought some pizza for--WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, S/O?!!

Babe, please don't scream-"

"Am I tripping or is tHAT A FUCKING FETUS??!!!!" He points wildly to the Trimming sitting in your kitchen sink, covered in soap and looking saddened bc your bf interrupted bath time.

Meanwhile, you're pissed off by his yelling and covered its sensitive ears, glaring at him. "Will you calm down? This is a Trimming..you haven't heard of them?"

"No???? It looks like the goddamn chestburster from Alien! What is it?!!"

He was ready to run out of the house, but you convinced him to stay and you explained what a Trimming is, rinsing off the soap while doing so.

Poor guy's still trying to comprehend why (and how) a thing like this even exists, eyes wide as he watches you dry it off and care for it like you would a puppy or kitten.

It doesn't help that you call it "Meatloaf" and have a cute little bow on its collar/head.

Nothing you say will stop him from getting nauseous, suddenly losing his appetite for the pizza (especially since he got pepperoni and sausage on it).

You reassure him it's not gonna go to waste, instead feeding it to Meatloaf in bite-sized pieces.

Jonah's just in shock as it happily devours them with no hesitation, before it waddles back into your arms for cuddles.

You made it your mission to get him to hold it, trying to show him it's not scary at all.

It's....still a work in progress.

Mark

You knew exactly what he was gonna think of your Trimming.

So you explained what it was exactly, even showing him a photo so he's better prepared to meet it when he comes over.

The last thing you wanted was for him to scream "demon" and throw a bible at your sweet little nondemonic meat pet.

But still...he clams up when you greet him at the door, holding Meatloaf in one arm.

"O-Oh, it's..uh....cute...?" Mark tries his best to be polite, yet his face is as pale as a ghost's.

You're just relieved he didn't panic and cause a huge scene.

However, for a normally social creature...Meatloaf became unusually shy around him, flinching away when he attempted to pet it and whining if you put it down for too long.

It constantly followed you, refusing to be in the same room as him.

This keeps happening whenever he visits, and he's unsure what to do.

So one day he asks if it'll ever warm up to him.

"Oh! How could I forget? Trimmings usually like it when they're sorta "involved" in conversations..if that makes sense." You tell him. "Meatloaf probably thinks you're unfriendly because you talk to only me when you come over."

"....so..how do I fix that? By talking to it myself?"

"Yep!"

"Will it...understand me?"

"Not sure, but it just likes hearing chatter." You then speak to Meatloaf, scratching under its chin to stir it from sleep. "Hey, Loafy. My boyfriend wants to tell you something."

With the Trimming now looking at Mark, he feels...awkward, but he finally stutters something.

"H-Hey, uh...so I'm Mark. But you probably know that. S/o talks about me a lot and...uh....anyways we've been together for a few months. Sorry if I didn't seem that "friendly" to you, but I hope um...you...approve of us..?"

He trails off as it shifts out of your hold and climbs into his lap, curling up and cooing happily.

His eyes are HUGE and he's filled with fear(tm), but eventually makes the brave decision to pat its fleshy head, hearing it...purring?

Then you see his smile.

You're extremely happy about this bonding moment and had to snap a picture of the two.

'Yeah, this one's definitely for the books'

[merakiui]

MERA U CANT TELL US ABOUT PREGNANCY KINK AZUL WITHOUT TELLING US ABOUT RIDDLE’S TOO! GOLDFISH RIDDLE CANON RIDDLE APOCALYPSE RIDDLE THEYRE ALL SO HOT AND HORNY FOR U WHEN YOURE PREGO.

BONUS POINTS IF IT WAS FROM GENTLE NONCON. No but the idea of carrying your captor’s child while trying to shield your belly from him but he’s just so sweet and insistent he cares for you that you slowly give in OTL orz orz orz

SO TRUE!!!! Every version of Riddle loves his pregnant darling (a little too much hehe <3).

BUT GENTLE NON-CON WITH APOCALYPSE RIDDLE!!!! Oh, the Heartslabyul compound leader is always so strict! He means well, of course, but sometimes it's so difficult to see through his tough, no-nonsense exterior. He was very respectful during the bride selection, and he'd made sure you were treated properly when you were brought from the bride dormitories to the main quarters where he and other important figures within the compound live (namely Cater and Trey). You thought he might be a kind husband if he went through all of this trouble to be so patient and polite with you, but then he opens his mouth to reprimand you for slouching your shoulders or for eating sloppily when you nearly devour the high-quality meal on your plate (it's so much better than lukewarm stew; how can you not devour it?!) and suddenly you realize he might not be as sweet as you once assumed.

There are so many rules he expects you to follow and they're all tailored specifically to prepare you and your body for child-bearing. You can't eat certain things, you can't spend too long in the bath, you have to eat vitamin-rich foods and exercise often. You have to let him work you open with his fingers so that it won't hurt when the time comes, and it's such an uncomfortable process. Cater usually slips you alcohol or an aphrodisiac beforehand so you're more receptive to Riddle's touch, so it's easier to stomach the feeling of his fingers curling up inside you to search for all the special spots that have you crying out. He praises you after each session, and there's always a treat waiting for you when you wake up (the only time he ever allows you to eat sugar) as well as water and any medicine you might need to help with the hangover.

You can tolerate it when you're drunk or out of your mind with ecstasy, and with such a muddled brain you'll allow him to eat you out, to fondle your breasts and roll your perky nipples between his fingers, and sometimes if you're really needy you'll kiss him so sloppily, teeth clicking and tongues tangling. It's nice in the moment because you don't have to think of the revulsion or the anxiety you feel when you're sober. It's nice because Riddle is genuinely sweet to you; he never scolds you or says anything cruel when you're falling apart on his fingers.

But there's a calendar in his room and a week has been marked in red. You know that's when he intends to finally replace his fingers with the thing you've been dreading. You know that within that week one of your nightly activities will result in a success and weeks later you'll be tested and it'll come back positive. For a while you tried to think about it lightheartedly. You can continue to live lavishly (albeit stressfully when your husband is Riddle) and all it costs is one child (for now; you're certain he'll want more in the future). Nine months must be sacrificed so that you can live happily (or about as happily as you can make it when this situation is not emotionally ideal). You think of the delicious meals, the warm, comfortable bed, the nice-smelling soaps, Trey's delicious baked treats, Cater's fun gossip, but no matter how "good" these things are you just can't ignore the fact that, in order to keep these things, you must follow more troublesome rules, bow to Riddle and his tyranny, accept your fate when he lays it out so clearly during your little sessions.

You've entertained escape, but where would you go? Not outside. Not beyond the walls of the compound. Riddle is the lesser of two evils. You have no choice. You've entertained damaging yourself so that you will be unwanted goods, but every time you came close Riddle would learn of it and stop you, harshly lecturing you: "Do you know how reckless that was?! Do you know how important you are?!" Does he know how hellish this is for you? Probably. Everyone knows it; they never openly discuss it, though. This is the new normal.

The weeks slip away, and the night before what will soon be the week you've feared all along, while you're lying in bed with Riddle, he tells you you won't be permitted to hide behind the effects of liquor or an aphrodisiac. Your mind is elsewhere when he gives his reasoning (something about wanting genuine intimacy), so you hum your compliance. You can't argue him even if you wanted to. And rather than disobedience, you spend the following day assuring yourself that it'll be okay. It's just a week. You've been prepared for this. But it isn't the act itself that scares you; it's what will be produced by it.

So unsurprisingly you fight him. He's been nothing but sweet in the weeks leading up to this, but even so your fear greatly outweighs any fraction of appreciation you could muster. He has you pinned down, your throat bound in a collar that does nothing but humiliate because you are not magically gifted, and he tells you he loves you. And he means it; his voice is so fragile, a ghost of a whisper in the quiet of his room, the both of you shrouded by the silken canopy that encloses his bed. It feels like you're on an island when you're so sectioned off from the rest of his bedroom, with his voice as the only other sound, save for the wild thumping of your heart.

He promises he'll be gentle, swears he'll be sweet, when he kisses the tears that cling to your lashes. You'll do well; you always have. He would never hurt you. He loves you so much. Just look at him. Don't look down there. Listen to his voice. He's here for you. You squirm and struggle and he holds your hips down, tries to get you to remain still enough, all while shushing you, insisting it'll be okay. His fingers do not hurt; his touch is still so careful and considerate. He's sweet when he isn't red with anger. He whispers to you that fighting will only make it worse. He says he loves you (he's saying it a lot), and it's a repeating record in your head, a mantra of some crooked truth.

You're tight. Even with all of the lubricant, even with the preparation, even with his thumb rubbing circles into your clit, you're still so tight. You're crying, begging him to pull it out, but you're clinging to him, your arms wrapped instinctively around him because he's the only anchor in your deep, dark sea. And he's buried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling all manner of praises, sweet nothings, filth. It all blends together in your ears, but just like he promised, just like he vowed, he's sweet and soft and slow during the entire process.

Months later, you avoid him, ignore him, swat his hands away when he tries to feel your round belly. He's learned patience with you; he doesn't explode as often as he did before you were pregnant. He's too sweet sometimes, so much so it twists your rationality. You're meant to hate him, this system, this situation. But you're beyond hormonal and it's hard to stay consistent with your hatred. Some days you're sobbing over the smallest things. Other days you're incredibly cheerful, giggling with Cater over silly news he hears from around the compound. It takes some time, but during these mercurial moods of yours you start to warm up to Riddle when you interact with him in a group, often with Trey and Cater. In private, you've stopped shielding your stomach; you let him touch it. You let him wrap his arms around your front so he can fuck into you from behind, always so careful and gentle, leaving the both of you breathless, sweaty, sobbing messes. He presses kisses to your shoulders, traces patterns into your belly, promises you'll be the best mother in the world. He always tells you how pretty you look with your swollen tummy, how every change that pregnancy brings is so beautiful, how he loves, loves, loves every part of you.

You believe him because it's the truth. Because it's your normal. And perhaps after the nine months have reached their conclusion and your baby is born you'll beg him to repeat the process, spreading your legs and opening your pussy for him, eyes alight with hope and arousal and, surprisingly, love. Who is Riddle to deny you? He's always been fond of you, but secretly he's most fond when you're so very pregnant. :)

[iho6hi2]

Unspoken Rizz.

Type: Drabble, Oneshot

Pairing: Isagi Yoichi/M! Reader

Summary: Isagi was never the type to get frustrated over petty shit talk, but you prove to be a special kind of exception.

Warnings: Degenerate Flirting, One-Sided Dislike, Enemies to ???, Unresolved Tension, gay bitches

Word Count: 1,890

A/N: theyre so LAME 🫥🫥🫥

*Du bist ein Blödian - you're an idiot

"Only one goal against the U-20? You'd think the superstar on the rise would be better, but he's barely keeping up." Isagi overhears you talking about him to a less notable player of Bastard München.

Recently, Isagi kept seeing and hearing more of you. When first introduced, you didn't speak a word of importance and value to him, just the simple greetings with the regular dose of stiffness and unfamiliarity he had expected and returned.

Then like a switch that's been flipped, one morning you slap him in the face with headstrong, criticizing and bitter comments. He was confused, baffled and a little speechless to say at the very least.

You two clash gazes and your smile impossibly widens, while he pinches his eyebrows together. He decides to be the better man and just nods his head politely while looking away from you.

Isagi isn't one to pick fights. He isn't the type to argue with people unless he was bitten without provocation first, but other than that, Isagi doesn't actively seek butting heads with others for whatever reason, nor does he enjoy it.

So, he couldn't help but allow your little snide remark to get under his skin and boil his blood slowly from within him.

He wouldn't admit it, over his dead body would he confess something as pathetic as that, but it did make him look back on the game and think about whether or not he could have done something more, and truthfully, he really could have. But he was still proud of his game and hearing someone diminish his hard work made him angry.

He shouldn't be, he was surrounded by assholes. Both figuratively and literally. Isagi should know better, you were no different than players like Kaiser, Rin, Barou... hell even Karasu. The same shit-eating grin, sly eyes and pompous attitude.

And with that set in stone, he let it go. Isagi continued on with his training, not thinking about you and that smug mug and smart mouth of yours.

★

Isagi was reviewing the latest rankings. Noa had updated everyone's current standing and Isagi smiled when he checked his status, he was higher up now! He was slowly climbing up the rankings and surpassing in numbers even regulars from Bastard München.

"Your physicals are still trash. Go hit the gym," amid his ignorant bliss, your voice booms directly in his ear. Your breath fans his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He whips his head around so quick he was pretty sure even you could hear the slight cracking noise.

He frowns and grits his teeth and almost froths at the mouth upon noticing how pleased you seemed with his reaction. "Shut the fuck up."

In one way or another, you remind him of a vulture. Preying and biding your time to devour him, but perhaps he's giving you way too much credit with just this analogy alone.

You roll your eyes, your smirk never once falling off. "Brains alone won't get you anywhere, go run the treadmill and lift some weights." You advise, all the while ill-mannered.

"We'll see about that. I'll beat you," Isagi replies confidently. He stands his ground firmly, staring into your eyes.

You whistle, unimpressed. Bemusedly, you say, "That was lame, did you make that up on the spot or have you been practicing it for a while now?" It's not exactly a question, he knows that perfectly well, but Isagi still feels compelled to answer, to have the last word.

"Trying to act cool and unbothered isn't the way to win a confrontation, [Last Name]."

You chuckle and it feels entirely out of place coming from you. "What movie on Earth did you escape from? Are you delusional or is that just another one of these group symptoms that Blue Lock gives you?"

Isagi sighs, you were hopeless. He can't deny the fact that you were good, but he can't understand why you only spoke to him and him alone in that patronizing way. He's seen how you behave around Kaiser, Ness and the other less talented players on the team and they've never once appeared displeased to his degree.

"What's wrong with you?" Isagi asks out of the blue, voice not exasperated, just inquisitive.

You blink, the corners of your mouth twisting downwards for a split second. As if self-conscious of frowning around him, you immediately smile. "What's wrong with me are those ugly cleats you got on."

"But we're wearing the same exact pair."

"Look how you're copying my style, though. That's crazy, though."

Isagi sucks in a breath, walks around you and resumes his daily routine. Meanwhile you continue to stare at him, amused at the silent treatment you were receiving. You could deal with the cold shoulder, makes it more fun.

"You're never gonna be anything." You claim. Isagi turns on his heels and exits the room. You quickly deflate.

Perhaps you couldn't deal with the cold shoulder as well as you thought you could.

★

Isagi wipes his sweat with a towel, sitting his ass on the sidelines, slumping all over the wall. He pants, eyes getting droopy. He was about ready to doze off.

Isagi did extra the exercises in his usual work-out regime. Embarrassing as it is, he did take your suggestion to consideration and decided to run with it. His legs were killing him and his arms felt like falling off, but he thought that it wasn't a waste of his time.

He battled the urge to fall asleep in the in-door gym, unaware of the way you drank up the sight of him from where you stood, all too pleased to see him listening to you in spite of everything that was said and done.

Kaiser glances at you briefly, then clicks his tongue with his usual arrogant expression. Like your subliminal signs of affection were inconveniencing him despite your lack of vocalization.

"When are you ever gonna learn? You make yourself far too obvious," he chastises you with a holier-than-thou voice.

"You think so?" you question, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.

Kaiser focuses on Isagi's form and discerns the nasty drool escaping his mouth before studying your own awky figure. "Never mind that, he's got shit for brains up in that skull. You aren't any better, either."

Ness chimes in passive-aggressively, "I'd still give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Wow, thanks guys. Love you so much." You reply sarcastically in turn.

Kaiser glares and raises a finger, "Don't say that to me, ever again. You'll make me hurl on the spot." Ness claps at that and you simply marvel at the dick riding.

★

Your shadow looms over Isagi, who refuses to acknowledge you. He preoccupies himself with his half-empty bowl instead, wondering how long you're going to stick next to him, leering down like you're a supreme being and he's a measly flea.

You pull the chair right beside him, plopping your bottom with the least bit of grace he's ever seen. He closes his eyes, shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth as a distraction.

You chortle, splitting a loaf of bread apart and dropping it in your soup. Isagi gags at your method. "Don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm feeding myself steroids."

"You'll need them to beat me." Isagi bites back at you even if you easily spot the rice grains sticking to his nostrils and the sauce stain on his chin.

"I don't need that shit to kick your ass."

"We can take it there."

"We've already taken it there. Next game, I'll humiliate you live in front of all these dumbasses tuning in and you won't have a shred of pride and dignity left in you." You respond, but for some reason Isagi can't feel the characteristic hostility, instead there was a rhythmic lilt to your tone.

"You love talking, don't you," Isagi grunts, but he can't find it in himself to frown unlike before. He was getting a bit excited, you're no weakling and the thought of competing against you made him unable to sit still. He wanted to be standing on the field in this very moment, but he nevertheless had to wait.

You stay silent after that, but he could tell you weren't backing down just because of what he had retorted. You squint your eyes and mirth settles once more on your features, "Unfortunately for you, I've always been a blabbermouth."

★

You contemplate drowning yourself in the hot springs. The water is warm, but your shame has your blood running cold.

You have lost against Isagi. Even if for the most part you didn't mean half the things you said, you still had some pride. And yet what little confidence you had left was shattered in mere seconds.

You should have been faster, you should have read the situation first and you should have calculated better. You should have scored that goal, but you ended up as a piece of shit decoy for Isagi, who reveled in his victory.

You look up at the ceiling, blinding yourself. Your ears were getting filled with gross butt water and you felt like a torn-up plastic bag. "I suck hairy ass cheeks, man. Fuuuuuuckk."

"You're not wrong." You pause in your fit, eyes saucers wide as you stare like a deer in headlights. You were suddenly embarrassed, like you were caught doing something appalling.

You dip your head under water and Isagi observes the small bubbles emerging on the surface. "Stop that, [Last Name]! Are you a child to be upset over something dumb like that?" He scolds you and you think that might have been your breaking point.

"Shut up! You're one to talk, you big penis! Weren't you the one sending death threats to Gingerhead via real life? I'm allowed to cry! Real men cry!" You manage out between green snot and you divulge that you were ugliest when you wail.

Isagi parts his mouth, rendered speechless. Not so much because he felt guilty, but because being put so abruptly in such a weird situation made his mind go blank. He couldn't figure out what to do or say to comfort you. Seeing you cry like a baby prompted him to at least try and pacify you a tiny bit. That's what nice people do, right?

"Hey," He reaches out to you, his hand grabbing at your arm to pull you out of the hot spring. You grip his forearm out of the blue, bringing him down, large splashes of water escaping the confines of the small pool. "What the fuck?!"

You cling to his back, semi-strangling him. "Do you really think I'll cry cause of one loss? Especially in front of you? Don't make me laugh! You're not that special. Du bist ein Blödian, Blödian, Blödian." You sneer even if he can't see. Well, you really did cry, but you somehow played it off. You didn't know if he believed you or not, but it's not like it mattered.

"To think I actually felt bad for you..." Isagi's lips twitch into a ghost of a smile.

"Don't pity me!"

"You're a sad man, [Last Name]."

"Eat my horseshit."

At the end of the day, Isagi couldn't stand you. But that didn't mean he couldn't stomach you. You were still annoying as hell, though.