#trying a new format for this lemme know what you think

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Adventure: Along the Road of Nameless Graves

Presiding over a series of forested foothills and mountainous valleys that divide two rival kingdoms, the mist-shrouded barony of Siirvyn has seen more than its share of war over the past generations. Betrayal, invasion, and massacre are all too common motifs in the barony's long history, leaving all sorts of scars on both the landscape and the people who dwell within it.

Adventure Hooks:

Rumours of a treasure draw the party to Siirvyn, apparently concealed in a vault beneath the ruined castle of a long dead baroness Taviaa. Surely it won't be too hard to locate a single ruin in a land frequently beset by war, right?

The party arn't the only one combing across the barony looking for something. A hardluck knight seeks her brother after he vanished on a foolish quest, and might be willing to help the party out of jam if they aid her in search.

Folk of the barony tell of Grimcackle, a great black winged beast that moorlands that's sometimes heard laughing over the desolate battlefields but is only ever seen by the lost and the desperate. To heed the old stories it plunders the old battlefields of it's choicest riches, hoarding the wealth of the dead over centuries of war.

Subquest 1:

The party's hunt for riches gets complicated after arriving in the region to find that there has been no less than eight baroness Taviaas over the past century(backwater fiefdoms do like tradition after all) with five castles between them. Most have been destroyed by disaster, neglect, or siege, leaving the party to trek across the land checking checking out each option (though a clever party might narrow their search by hitting the local archives and cross referencing historical accounts).

Potential ruins include:

The delapidated lair of the local owlbear

Huanted by the ghost of one of the baronesses Taviaa,

The Hideout of a gang of smugglers with far reaching ties

Thoroughly cursed by a battlefield savaging spriggan who deals in cursed weapons.

To make matters even more complicated, one of the castles has been restored by the current baron Arkolo who would likely not take kindly to a band of renegade sellswords pilfering riches from under his nose, forcing the party to avoid it entirely or risk getting thrown in the dungeon if caught.

Subquest 2:

Ser Riley of Breakbridge never expected to inherit the family title, her father favoured her elder brother Rhys far more, and when the old man died in the last war there was no question who his holdings would pass to. Then, a couple of years ago Rhys got it into his head that he needed to reclaim the family's ancestral sword which was lost in the same bloody battle that did their father in, crossing the mountains to scour old battlefields and not being seen since. After righting the mess Rhys caused by his chivalric absence, Riley has come to Siirvyn herself to drag him, or possibly his body back from his foolhardy quest. The party may run into her requesting aid from the Baron, seeking advice from the local shrine to Tyr, or drinking off another unsuccessful trek through the wilderness at the local tavern. She'd welcome their aid in her search, and would gladly pay them back by lending her blade to theirs in their search (or using her influence to spring them from the baron's dungeons, should they have been caught).

Rhys' trail snakes all across the barony (including leaving a journal in one of the ruins the party wanted to search), but terminates in the great barren battlefield that was his father's last stand. While searching these moorlands the party & Ser Riley will run into a band of armed scavengers apparently conducting their own body-hunt for one of their fallen comrades. They served on the opposite side of the war from Riley's family, and if that wasn't bad blood enough, they apparently came to blows with Rhys a little under a year ago and aim to settle the score with his sister.

Regardless of how the standoff plays out (talking the scavengers down and exchanging favours or beating the information out of them) the Next step is to find Grimcackle's nest. By now (especially if you're playing with my affliction system and the party is tired out from all their wandering across the countryside) the party will have realized that the only way to see the great raven is to be nearing the edge of death, whether through actively dying, being poisoned, or just being exhausted to the bone. This is because the great raven is infact a psychopomp, tasked with sorting out the dead from the region's innumerable wars. Once the party find the particular tor the dread raven uses as roost, they'll find him quite chatty in the way of most birds, happy to trade gossip or play show and tell with his many finds. Rhys did indeed come to challenge Grimcackle for the sword, an act of daring rudness that forced the psychopomp to drag the knight's soul to the purgatory it rightfully belonged.

Resigned by the love she bears her brother, Riley insists she must venture into the shadow to save him, leaving the party with the choice of convincing her to abandon her quest, leave her to her fruitless pursuit of honour, or risk it all alongside her for the sake of an idiot who thought he could convince an aspect of death to respect his pedigree.

Subquest 3:

After their harrowing adventure the party return to town to find that Baron Akolo has been assassinated and all of Siivyrn has been thrown into chaos and suspicion. Fingers point and depending who the blame lands on it might spell civil war or invasion for the backwoods barony once again.

Background: Both neighbouring powers wish to control who moves through the region's winding passes, and expend great effort in both war and peace to ensure the barony is favourable to them. While occupying armies and vassalage have been all too common in the past, the region's ostensibly independent ruler Baron Arkolo is a puppet in all but name for the winning side of the most recent war. Little more than a bandit leader during the conflict savaging battlefields and attacking supply lines on both sides, Arkolo saw the way the wind was blowing before anyone else and made himself indispensable to his current patrons before their inevitable victory.

Little more than a strongman at first, the newly elevated baron managed to ingratiate himself to his subjects by leveraging his outlaw status to cast himself as a hero fighting against the great powers rather than ruling on their behalf. All the while the canny old bandit was of course playing both sides, toadying to the victorious kingdom while helping to run the smuggling operation for their rivals.

Clues & Consequences:

The baron had a stormy relationship with his son and prospective heir Kalo, who came up raiding alongside his father. After the war however, the young man felt he'd had enough of violence renounced his possesisons and joined the secluded temple of Tyr as a means of making peace with his bloody past. Arkolo never approved of his son's taking the cloth, refused to name another heir and would frequently make pilgramage to the temple just to argue with him. Despite their years of contention however the had seemed to reconcile in recent months, becoming closer than ever. Kalo is not taking his father's murder well, and has decided to dust off his old bandit skills alongside his newfound connection to a wargod as a means of finding the killer. Like an angered bull, he's liable to charge at whoever draws his attention, a weakness the real culprit might use to direct him onto the party's trail.

Gareth Gosdown, the baron's advisor and castilian is an agent of their patron kingdom, sent to keep the former outlaw in line and the kingdom's garrisons well supplied. In the wake of Arkolo's death, he's less interested in finding the killer than he is reinforcing his masters' hold over the barony in case of a new invasion. Known for butting heads with the Baron's more slapdash ruling style he's the one the common folk are most likely to point to.

Taviaa (ninth of that name) was born to the Baron after he'd claimed the region and married one of the local nobles. Though still young, she has a cutthroat attitude and a mind for politics, which made it all the more frustrating when her father refused to give up on her pious half brother as heir and name her instead. She knows she's the obvious culprit, the case made all the more convincing by the fact that she's recently been paling around with emissaries from the other kingdom.

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[cheeseceli]

SKZ arguing over the bill

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff

Request: yes!

Warning: mentions of food, reader never pays lmao. Changbin, Chan, Seungmin's were heavily inspired by "Telling your Stray Kids boyfriend you can’t afford to eat out with them" by @ronnierites . If you don't allow this pls lemme know and I'll delete this post. Not proofread

A/n: that's kinda a new format, hope you guys like it! And this have been on my to do list since forever lol sorry for the wait

Bang Chan

Doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable

But he wants to spoil you so badly

Would let you pay if you were uncomfortable but he wants to make sure you get it he would love to pay for you as well

"You know Chris, I can pay for it."

"I know."

"So?"

"I'd rather do it. But thank you baby."

"But-" you stopped talking once you saw his card swiping. You truly should be used at this point "oh."

"Why do I feel like you're unhappy?"

"It's not that I am not happy, it's just that you always pay."

"It's my pleasure."

"But I don't know, I don't want you to think you're being pressured or something like that."

"Babe, I don't feel like that at all. Don't you worry. You're always doing so much for me, that's just a little 'thank you' of mine."

You gave him a little smile and proceeded to hug him, feeling safe in his warmth.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"I should be the one saying it."

Lee Know

Bro you don't even spare a chance

He's paying before you even have a chance to take your wallet out of your pocket

I'm surprised you even try tbh

"Should we ask for the bill?"

"Oh, I already paid for it, don't worry."

You looked dumbfounded at him while he was finishing his food. You didn't see him talk to a waiter and you're sure he didn't pay for it before you two had your meal.

"What? When?"

"When we were asking for the dishes. Didn't you see it?"

"No?" you tried to recall the moment with no success "Why would you pay? I feel bad that you pay for everything all the time. I don't feel like reciprocating enough."

His eyes soften and a little smile comes to his lips while he watches you pout. If only you knew how much you did for him.

"Hey, look at me. It's okay. You already reciprocate with everything you do. That's already perfect"

Changbin

He pays with the money, you pay back with kisses

Sorry but that's his boyfriend duty

He is physically incapable of not paying for everything

"Hey baby. I'm off work in 40 minutes. I'll pick you up so we can have lunch, okay?"

You were glad that for once you were on a voice call with him instead of being in a face time like you'd usually do. This way he didn't see the way your smile dropped so quickly.

"Um, I don't think I'll be able to."

"Oh? Why?"

"I'm kinda... broke right now. I haven't received my last payment yet."

"Okay? What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't want you to be the one who always pays for our things. I should be able to pay sometimes."

"You don't need to. That's my boyfriend duty. You know I don't mind, I actually enjoy it quite a lot."

"Still bothers me though. I'd hate to not contribute at all."

"You can always cuddle with me and shower me with kisses. That will make me happier than anything money can buy."

Hyunjin

Stop he'll be like genuinely so sad if he can't pay

He would let you pay if you were really insistent

But then he'll go like :( and you would let him take the bill out of pity lmao

"Hyunjin, stop looking at me like that."

"But darling, I can pay. You know it doesn't bother me."

"Just this once, let me pay, okay?"

"Okay"

"...Jinnie I really need you to stop that."

"I'm not even doing anything."

"Oh God" you sigh and let your head fall, knowing the man beside you won the argument once more "Fine. You can pay."

He didn't waste a second, swiping his card as fast as possible just so you couldn't have the time to change your mind. After he payed the meal, he took your hand in his and started to walk in the direction of the restaurant's exit with a triumphant (and really sweet) smile.

"I swear I don't get why you like to pay so much."

"My love should be treated as royalty, and that includes me paying for everything you wish for."

Han

Bro is offended

Believes with all his heart that he should be the one paying

Tries to distract you when the time to pay comes

"Were you paying while I was in the restroom?"

"... perhaps."

"Han."

"Baby. You know I like to pay for you."

"But you do that all the time."

"It's my way of showing love! If you ask me, I actually don't think it's enough. It's the least I can do."

He could see in your eyes that you weren't convinced. Unfortunately (for you), he only saw that as an opportunity to spend even more money. Maybe then you would believe him.

"C'mon, lemme show you a little bit of love. You can pay me back with thousands of kisses if that's what's bothering you."

Felix

He loves to pay.

If he could, he would pay for absolutely everything that you could ever want or need.

But if that's something which really bothers you, he will let you pay as well

Tries to do that "the one who invites is the one who pays" thing and fails

"Felix. Don't even dare."

He looked at you confused until he realised you were staring at the credit card in his hand, probably hoping that it could disappear before the waiter came back with the bill.

"C'mon, it's just a small lunch. I can pay for it."

"No. I invited you. I pay."

"Actually, if you think about it, I'm the one who suggested this place."

"Two years ago."

"Still counts."

"Not as an invitation though. I'm the one who asked if you wanted to come here."

Felix sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to convince you of otherwise. If only he could.

"Okay. Next time it's on me."

Seungmin

LMAO sorry you're 100% not paying

Don't even try

Boyfriend duty pt 2 except he is even more dedicated somehow

"Why did you bring your wallet?"

"I wanted to pay for this one."

"... why?"

"You always pay for everything."

"And I don't plan on stopping so you can take your wallet away."

"Minnie, please. I don't want you to be the one who always end up paying for everything."

"But I want to. I wouldn't mind paying for every single thing for the rest of our lives. So you can't take your money away of my sight because I'm paying."

"For the rest of our lives huh?"

"Don't tease." But you didn't miss how the corners of his lips lifted once he thought you weren't looking anymore.

I.N

Rock, paper, scissors. The winner is the one who pays

It's funny and neither of you can complain about the outcome of it because it's technically fair

Except you always throw scissors first and never noticed it

And Jeongin doesn't have the heart to tell you

"We should change this game."

"No way" he said while giving the money to the cashier whilst trying to hide his grin from you "Not my fault you are horrible at this."

"Seriously though, I think you're cheating. It's impossible for you to win every single time."

"How does one cheat at 'rock, paper, scissors'? Besides, you won yesterday."

"After losing at least 50 times. And I got to pay for some ice cream. It's not the same as paying for a whole meal."

"Get better at this and maybe you get to pay for a whole meal one day. C'mon, we can have some milkshake now. Maybe you'll win this time."

You had a feeling you wouldn't though. He was sure you wouldn't.

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[bearambles]

Okok little request if ur up for it. Just Hamzah x reader (gn if mentioned) where they have a smoke sesh together in his new apartment but reader gets too comfortable and accidentally falls asleep on Hamzah with the cats.

Just pure fluff lmaoo I just can't get the thought out of my head I need to grip his shirt like a child he just looks so comfy :')

Also idc what format it can be headcanon or a small fic, whatever u feel!!

close to you 🎀 (hamzah)

words: 1.1k

warnings: use of weed, making out, fluff, established relationship

note: hi lovelies!! im so sorry for the lack of posts recently - im on vacation and ive had no time or motivation. on the ride home though, im gonna try to catch up to requests!! and im thinking abt writing smut again 🤭

“do you wanna smoke?”

hamzahs head turns from looking at the ceiling to looking at you. he looks almost nervous, his eyes darting across your face like he did the first time he kissed you. you smile at the thought and sit up on his bed.

he’d invited you over to see his new apartment (finally). you’d ended up in his room playing with his new cats, blue and red, who seemed to take a liking to you. blue sits in your lap now, and you scratch behind her ears as you speak.

��like, a blunt?”

he stays laying down, red lying on his chest. he pets her and laughs softly.

“nah, i have a pen. but it’s the same idea.”

he raises an eyebrow, “you have smoked before, right?”

you blush, your face heating up. you look down to the kitty in your lap, and bring both legs up so they’re crossed.

“duh. just like. once or twice in high school, though. and…” you trail off.

“and?” he asks, picking up red in his arms and sitting up next to you.

“i don’t think i did it right. like, i didn’t really feel anything.” you admit

“oh okay. that’s okay. i mean like- if you don’t wanna-“

“no, i do.” you say quickly, “i just - like you’ll have to teach me i guess. that sounds stupid. but the first time was like, a bong and i totally didn’t inhale shit.”

he laughs, and the sound makes you crack a smile, even after embarrassing yourself. he’s wearing his camo hoodie, and his curls are just the perfect amount of messy. one falls into his eyes and he blushes it away with his palm.

“that’s okay, i can show you. though, i don’t know how great a teacher i’ll be.”

he places red in your lap next to blue and gets up from the bed, going to dig through his drawers for his pen. you watch the way he moves, the way his sweatshirt rides up and shows a bit of his back. the way his pants fit. you look away when you catch yourself being a creep.

he finds it and goes to sit in front of you this time, near the end of the bed. he’s closer now, his legs matching yours in a sort of lazy criss-cross. he observes the device in his hands for a second before bringing it to his lips and inhaling.

when he releases the smoke, he tilts his head up and you stare at his neck. the smoke leaves his lips slowly and quickly disappears. he looks back to you and holds it out for you to take.

“it’s gonna die soon so we can just finish it today.” he says as you grab the pen from his hand, “unless you like, go crazy after a few hits.”

you roll your eyes and look at the pen in your hand, before lifting it to your mouth. you look to him for confirmation and he nods, so you deeply inhale like you saw him do.

“okay, now inhale again, and you’ll feel it in the back of your throat.”

you do as he says and feel it - it sort of burns. after a moment you puff out your cheeks and then release the smoke, slow at first. that is until you cough, and the rest comes out.

he laughs and takes the pen from your hand.

“you okay?”

you nod, but keep coughing for a moment. sitting up, you reach your hand out again, wiggling your fingers to ask for the pen back. he raises an eyebrow at you.

“you want it again already.” you nod. “alright, but be careful, for real. don’t do too much just to impress me.”

you give him a look.

“i’m not, i swear. just, lemme try again okay?”

he hands you the pen and you take another hit, this one burning less. you feel it in your head, and you smile as you let out the smoke into his face. he waves his hand to get it away, but he’s laughing.

“thatta girl, hey, you feel good?”

“i feel great.” you say, going in to kiss him. he kisses back and leans forward, wrapping his hands around your waist. you uncross your legs and sit up on your knees.

his mouth is soft and you moan into it as he moves his hands down to the back of your legs, lifting you onto his waist. from there he moves back so he’s up against the bedframe with you in his lap.

it’s like that for the next hour - slow kisses and the pen passed between you two. neither of you suggest anything more despite your closeness (and hamzahs obvious hard-on). there’s a soft sort of feel to the moment.

“i wanna try something.” he says eventually, taking the device from your fingers and moving it to his mouth.

you look at him with curiosity and lean back slightly to watch. he pushes the smoke around in his mouth a bit before taking your face in both of his hands and pulling you close. you open your mouth to kiss him, but he stays just an inch away, and while your lips are parted, blows the smoke into your open mouth.

inhaling it, you smile against his mouth and properly kiss him. you can feel his grin forming too. he deepens the kiss and his hold on your waist tightens.

when he pulls away, his eyes dance across your face and his mouth rests in a lazy smile.

“what?” you ask, regarding his staring problem

“just so…so fuckin pretty.”

you bite your lip to hide your grin and shake your head. your hair is a mess after all that’s happened and your makeup is smeared. still, hamzah seems mesmerized.

you bury your head in his neck for him to hold you. his hoodie smells like the smoke and a bit of his cologne. you breathe in and out repeatedly, smelling him. he smells so good, so safe.

slowly you slump down to lay on his chest. on instinct, his hand reaches to play with your hair, pushing it out of your face.

it’s funny, hamzah never seemed handsy before this. you never considered him someone who likes physical touch - not with friends or even family, mostly. but with you it’s different. he didn’t expect it either, but as soon as he felt your soft skin on his, he never wanted it any other way.

the motion of him stroking your hair makes you sleepy and eventually your eyes drift closed. you sleep for hours - if you had any actual plans for the day you would wake up stressed and anxious. instead, you wake up and see his head above yours, resting against his pillow.

he’s fallen asleep too.

-

i hope you enjoyed! requests are open! >_<

[newtabfics]

"Claim me."

feral xiao x fem!reader spicy fic. triggers for xiao basically being in heat and needing to just fuck his friend.

Note: Trying something new with formatting for my fics to make them look more appealing to the eye. Lemme know how you feel about this.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

There is something to be said about the mighty power of the Yaksha. They were nearly gods of power, for all that any mortal cared.

For the half-Adeptus, Y/N, the Yaksha was an Adeptus she greatly cared for. And he was currently staring her down with his pupils near pinpoints as he gripped the rail behind her back.

She had come to check on him, worried for her dear friend. Earlier in the day, he'd been acting more twitchy than usual. The battle with the hilichurl was nothing strange.

Y/N scolded herself for clumsily catching the swinging club in the gut and getting sent to the ground. Xiao of course quickly eliminated the threat.

But he'd let out something of a pained grunt when he approached, brought to his knees. When she reached for him, he had crawled over her, staring at her hungrily. 

She'd never seen him like that before. He looked almost like he was on the edge of losing his mind. He stayed still, forcing himself to breathe slowly. "Don't follow me," He had ordered before vanishing.

Y/N never listens. It's the one thing that worried the Yaksha about her. She never listened to warnings of danger from him. Their bonds were too great to be severed now.

"I told you." His voice was low and desperate. 

There was something unhinged about him as he loomed over her on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. Something about the way he stared at her, trapping her between his body and the rail. His muscles were strained, taught, and ready to snap into battle.

He was fighting everything in him not to attack her. To not make her sob his name and claim what his body rightfully desires.

"Why don't you ever listen?" He questioned.

She gulped. "I couldn't just leave you be after vanishing like that. Talk to me–"

"Don't touch me!" He growled. Her flinch made his face soften. "I–" He tried again, softer this time. "Something is wrong with me."

"Don't shut me out then, Xiao," She said gently as she let her hand fall. "Tell me. What is it you need?"

"Claim you," He growled, eyes flicking up at hers. He watched her face flush as he kept his distance. "Everything in me is driving me to make you cry. Make you scream."

Xiao let out a shuddering breath. "Your scent is driving me to want to mark you. I want to sink my teeth into you."

Y/N was holding her breath at this point as he spoke, body trembling as he continued to restrain himself.

"I think it's finally happening. I'm finally starting to lose my mind. I'm going to hurt you. You need to leave, Y/N."

She blinked at that and smiled gently. "Xiao, you're not losing your mind. Not in that sense anyway."

Xiao blinked, listening to her words. She was so calm; gentle. Damn her.

"What do you mean?" He huffed.

"You're in a rut, Xiao. Has no one ever taught you about your Adeptus needs?" She asked gently, smiling up at him. "It's likely because my heat is nearing."

Xiao's face bloomed with heat as he eyed her, scanning her body as his nose twitched. There was something so sweet in her scent as she squirmed by him.

"I know what a rut is."

"But have you ever experienced one?" She asked softly as her heart hammered. "Because…we could…together, I mean."

"I'm going to hurt you."

"Good," She said, cupping his face.

With that, he snapped and lunged forward, kissing her heatedly as his arms caged her against his body. Her moan sent a shudder through his body.

His growl of need echoed in her ears as he suddenly lifted her. His movements were fast, turning her and pinning her against the wall. In the shadows of the inn they went, hidden from the moonlight on the balcony as his mouth consumed hers.

Y/N writhed and tugged her hands. His hand tightened on her wrists, keeping them over her head as she writhed against the wood. His free hand found her face as he pressed himself against her.

Friction, he realized. He needed to press against her. He needed to feel her touch. He needed anything.

Xiao groaned as he grinded against her hip. His hand slid down her face a slight as he broke the kiss to let her breathe. He didn't realize how heated he'd gotten as he held her to the wall. His fingers trailed over her jaw to her lips.

What she did next left the Adeptus whining with need.

Y/N, not daring to look away from his eyes, gently bit the fingertip of his glove and tugged until it'd fallen off. Tenderly, her tongue reached out.

She slowly rubbed her tongue against his index finger and pulled it into her mouth. Her eyes were dark with desire.

"Y/N," He whined as he rutted more against her. His body was trembling.

She blushed as he pressed a second finger into her mouth, bobbing her head as she lavished his fingers. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her hip as she adjusted, hooking her leg around his waist.

They both gasped as he began to hump against her core, stimulating both of them as he released her wrists to grab at her ass. His lips quickly found her neck.

Y/N whined happily. Her mouth being fingered. Her neck being bitten. His hard cock teased her clit through the clothing.

Her body ached and heated quickly in reaction to him as he lifted her. Their hips rolled, both refusing to be disconnected as her drool began to slip past her lips as his fingers began to thrust gently.

"You're…so warm," He groaned, biting against her pulse point. "I need…fuck–I need you."

"Please, Xiao," She whined with his fingers still pumping into her mouth.

He snarled against her skin before dropping her to her feet. She gasped as she was turned and pressed against the wall, her pants and undergarments ripped down as he frantically shoved down his own trousers.

"Xiao, please," She whined as his soaked fingers found her folds. His fingers buried into her cunt and made her whine softly. "Fuck, yes."

He bit his lip as he pumped his fingers quickly. "Is this correct?" He asked softly, lips against her ear. "I've seen…some couples out in the fields doing this. Am I doing this correctly?"

"Yes!" She whimpered, blushing darker as her hips rocked back.

She didn't focus on how he must've watched quietly from a distance. Did he touch himself to the sight maybe in secret?

Her walls clenched tight at the thought of him being a voyeur. 

"You're soaked," He groaned as he pressed against her. 

Xiao groaned as he used his fingers to spread her open as he pressed his tip.

Y/N whined as his fingers were quickly replaced by his cock, spreading and filling her as he slammed into her. Her body pressed into the wall left her unable to do much else but grip at the wall as his hands gripped her hips hard.

The Yaksha snarled and thrust hard, making her keen under him. His teeth found her ear, growling softly as he whined. "Fuck, so wet. Need, need this. Need you. Need you under me," He groaned.

His arms circled her waist and pulled her up as he straightened. Y/N yelped as she was pulled up until her toes barely touched the ground.

"Xiao! Ah!" She moaned lowly as she shyly began to reach between her legs.

Xiao bit his lip when her fingers rubbed her clit, making her walls squeeze him. Her legs trembled as he pumped his hips faster. The sound of his hips slamming into her ass echoed around them in the night.

His breaths came in soft pants as he held her tight to him.

His foot slipped and they dropped to the ground. He quickly caught her, protecting her as his hips kept moving.

"Fuck," He grunted when she huffed in surprise before mounting her more aggressively. "Mine!"

Y/N whined, back bowing to his thrusts. Her moans became muffled by her arm as she stayed prostrate before him, vulnerable to his onslaught. "Yours! Yours, Xiao! Oh gods…"

He snarled and snapped his hand around her throat as he stilled, grinding deep into her. "No god will answer your prayers," He whispered into her ear. "You only call my name. I will always come to claim you."

That did it for her, her body tightening and releasing like a spring. Her orgasm came in full force as he kept thrusting, riding her through her pleasure.

He whined, thrusting harder. "Y/N, Y/N, something…something is happening," He groaned. "I can't stop it! It feels–I need to keep moving!"

Her face flushed as he kept his hand tight around her neck, squeezing possessively. "Claim me," She rasped out.

Xiao's instincts moved before his mind registered a thing. His teeth snapped against the crook of her neck, digging as his hips moved.

Y/N whined as she felt his orgasm, biting her lip as he kept thrusting and whining against her flesh.

"That-That's it, Xiao," She whimpered. "Keep going. Keep cha-chasing that." She was panting as she spoke to him, leaving him weak. "You can k-keep going as long as you need."

With those words, his hands moved. One arm pinned her down by her shoulders as his free hand pulled her hips up more, allowing him to shove himself deeper as his seed sloppily began to leak out onto the terrace.

Y/N grunted and moaned, his cock still throbbing with need. "Feels…You feel too good," He whimpered. "It's too much. I can feel it happening again already!"

"Breed me, Xiao," She whined and he snapped.

His hips slammed into her, making her shudder and moan as they orgasmed together, panting and shaking against one another before he straightened.

Xiao caught his breath and looked down at her. Her shoulder was red from his harsh bite. Her folds were leaking from his essence and her fluids. Her body had a sheen layer of sweat on her skin as she gasped for air. The way she even slumped into the ground, exhausted, had him gulping as his cock twitched again, eager for more.

"Fuck," She whimpered, rocking her hips. "You–Bed. We…please," She whined.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

She hummed as he carefully rubbed her thighs. "Better?" He asked timidly.

"You really didn't have to," Y/N hummed tiredly.

Xiao's eyes flickered down her body. She was covered in his bites and his seed flooded from her abused hole. The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon outside and her body was battered from the battle with him.

It's all he could think to describe what he'd done to her. "I wanted to," He hummed. He slowly moved over her and nuzzled her chest before kissing her. "My mate. You're mine."

"You're definitely not getting rid of me after all that," She chuckled tiredly, cupping his face. "Yours, Xiao."

[astraysimp]

Hi besties!!

I've noticed my page is lacking hyunjin love so....I bring to you...what I think your snaps would be like if you were dating hyunjin 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

A/n: I want to try out a new format, lemme know what yall think 🥺🥺🥺

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : boyfriend!Han Jisung x softdom!F!Reader TW : heavy smut ; soft dom reader ; little bit of oral ; 0 foreplay ; unprotected sex ; fluffish ; kinda crackish at the end ; Word Count : 2.9k Request : Anonny : The felix scenario u wrote for anon got me in the feels shsksks. I have been obsessed with dom readers lately too. Are you able to write something/anything soft dom for Han too? A/N : ABSOLUTELY!! Also, trying a new topper format, don't know if I like it yet... Lemme know... :')

“He’s not done working yet?” You asked Changbin over the phone, you had been laying in bed for hours, quite uncomfortably as well, waiting for Jisung to return home. You were trying to spice things up, and you had bought a brand new lingerie set, and you had been planning on him coming home and finding you laying in the bed waiting for him while wearing the set. 

Jisung had texted you an hour ago letting you know that he’d be home soon, and after that hour passed without him coming through the front door and not responding to your texts, you had called Changbin in a state of slight panic. “I asked him to check out a song before he left and he hasn’t gotten off the computer since… I’m sorry.” You heard the elevator ding through Changbins end of the line, and then the sound of doors sliding open. “Do you want me to go grab him? I can let him know you’re waiting for him…” 

You hummed softly, getting up off the bed and grabbing one of his hoodies off the back of his desk chair. “No, it’s alright. I just wanted to make sure he eats. I’ll bring his food to him.” You said cheerfully, and while that was part of the plan, you had bigger things brewing in your mind, ideas that had you far more excited than what you were originally thinking. 

Driving to the office, the street lights illuminated the street one by one, like they were following right behind you as the sun set in front of you. Evening was here and he still hadn’t even texted you back, all of the cars that were originally in the parking lot were gone. Everyone had gone home for the evening, everyone except the person that you wanted. 

You quickly walked up to the entrance, letting yourself in with the keycard that had been specifically made for you by Jisung himself so you could visit him at work. It came in handy during times like this, surprise visits were his favorites, and he had no idea that you were coming right now. There was a chill in the air, one that you could feel against your legs that were quite bare considering you had simply thrown on the hoodie that was more like a dress for you, not even bothering with pants considering he was the only person you were going to see. 

The elevator dinged when you pushed the button, already on the bottom floor thankfully, and you quickly climbed in, pushing the button for the floor that you knew by heart that he was on. The ride was quite short, and the doors slid open with one last ding of the bell, one that you hoped he hadn’t heard. It would ruin the surprise if he knew that you were there right now, but luckily none of the doors in the long hallway opened. He must’ve had his headphones on. 

Walking down the long hallway, it was eerily silent, the sound of your shoes against the carpeted floors that would have been silent any other time were now extremely loud. You couldn’t wait to get to the room. You knew you were getting closer when you heard rapid mouse clicks and a couple keyboard clicks following after. As you got up to the door, you could see through the small window, he was sitting at the computer, his head bobbing as he listened to whatever it was that he was working on through the headphones. 

He looked so cute, even from the back, he always did, and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment before opening the door and walking into the room. Not even that had him turning around though, his head still nodding along to the music as you shut the door as quietly as you possibly could. 

There were no windows in the room, and when you looked around, you could see that his phone had been plugged in to charge beside the couch, out of eyeshot, he probably didn’t even realize how long he had been working, and he definitely hadn’t been up to check his phone for a while. Being as he was your boyfriend, you knew how he got when he was wrapped up with working, there was nothing that could pull him away from it unless it was a legitimate emergency. 

Still, you needed him to take a break, and that’s what you were here for. You walked over to where he sat, keeping your hands in the pockets of the hoodie as you got right up behind his chair, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. He let out a quiet shriek as he jumped, the chair swiveling around so fast that he almost kicked you and the headphone cord almost wrapped around his neck. “Baby? What are you doing here?” He asked, his hand over his heart as his breathing slowly returned to normal. “I was just finishing up this song… I’ll be right out. I promise.” He held out his pinky to you, and you wrapped yours around his as you nodded, although you were planning on him coming out a little faster than before the song got done. 

You laid out across the couch, stretching your legs as you watched him return back to work, although he kept one ear uncovered just in case you wanted to talk to him. He truly was the perfect boyfriend, and watching him work was so damn mesmerizing that you almost forgot about what your plan was. Key word being almost. He was mesmerizing, but he was also so damn hot, watching his fingers work along the keyboard had you wanting him even more. “Is it always so hot in here?” You questioned, pulling the hoodie over your head and tossing it to the other end of the couch, hoping that you’d get his attention. 

“Sometimes… I think it might just be that I have so much stuff going right now it’s heating up the room.” He commented back, although he didn’t look up from the screen, as a matter of fact, he leaned closer to it. “You can turn on the AC if you want…” He added, his hand lifting just enough to point to the thermostat on the wall. “I have blankets in here too, so you can make it a little colder than we have it at the house.” 

God, it was so hard to get annoyed with him when he was being so sweet. “Where do you keep the blankets at?” You quizzed as you walked over to the thermostat, wondering if your movement would catch his attention. You were wrong though, there was no reaction, no audible gasp or anything that would let you know that he had seen what you were wearing, or better yet, the lack of what you were wearing. 

“There’s a little cupboard next to the couch… There’s a bunch in there.” He said, and you could hear him smiling, as though just talking to you was enough to bring him joy during this process. Damn him and his adorableness. “Oh… Baby, can you bring me one though, just in case I get a little chilly?” He asked, and you silently celebrated as you scampered over to the little cabinet and pulled out one of the throw blankets that had been neatly folded and placed inside. 

This was your chance, and you held it out in front of you, covering the view, at least until he grabbed it. His hand was outstretched, but his eyes were still glued to the monitor. Your grasp on the blanket was tight though, and when he tried to grab it, you pulled back, finally getting him to look up at you, his eyes wide but his smile even wider as he let out a little chuckle. “I miss you…” You whispered, acting as innocent as possible as you pouted at him. 

“I’m right here, baby.” He cooed, and your fingers loosened around the fabric. The blanket fell, finally unveiling the sheer black lace lingerie set that you had been wanting to show him. “Oh… Shit…” He tongue darted out along his lips as he took it all in. You could see his adams apple bounce, swallowing thickly as his eyes wavered between you and the screen. “I… I miss you too, baby… I’ll be done really soon… promise…” His words were breathy, and it almost seemed like he was upset with himself for having to work. 

“Mmn mmn…” You mumbled, stepping between his chair and the desk and slowly pushing him back, your hands resting on his knees as you leaned over. “I miss you now…” You murmured, your hands slowly moving up along his thighs, stopping at the bulge that was growing harder in his sweatpants. “How much do you miss me?” 

His head fell back against the chair, already panting heavily as you palmed him through his pants. “Fuck… So much, baby… I miss you so much…” His hips instinctively raised up, and he moaned loudly when your hand pressed harder against him. “Such a tease… You know I gotta work…” He whined, although he wasn’t trying to stop you either. His hand moved down over yours, guiding you just how he wants. 

“Oh… But you’ve been working for hours…” You hummed, lowering yourself down to your knees between his legs, your fingers dipping beneath the hem of his pants and slowly lowering them. “All work and no play makes my Sungie very sad…” His cock sprung free from his boxers and you immediately wrapped your fingers around it, stroking him slowly as you gave small kitten licks along his tip, watching through your eyelashes as his head rolled forward to look at you. 

“Shit… Baby… More…” You panted, his hand moving to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and guiding your mouth down around him, moaning loudly when your lips met the base of his cock, your throat tightening around him as you gagged. “Oh… Fuck…” He groaned, your tongue already coated with the salty taste of his precum. 

You pulled back quickly, your lips making a small popping sound as his dick fell from your mouth. “Oh no… I came all the way here… You’re gonna give me what I want.” You said, your grip on his dick tightening as you stroked him faster. His breaths were coming out heavy, his chest rising and falling fast as he watched you, his head nodding in response to your command. 

“Anything… I’ll give you anything you want, baby…” He practically pleaded between whimpered moans. “What do you want me to do, baby? Fuck… Tell me… I’ll do anything…” You smiled sweetly up at him before standing up, pressing a kiss to his already pouting lips before leaning back against the desk. 

“I think you already know what I want, Sungie…” You cooed, and in an instant he was out of the chair, his hands on your hips as he pushed you back further on the desk. You were already soaked, the thin fabric of the thong clinging to your core before he quickly pulled it to the side, his knuckle brushing against your sensitive bud in the process and making you shiver. He was just as impatient as you were, not even bothering to fully undress you or himself as he lined his tip up with your entrance. 

His hands slapped against the wall on both sides of your head as he pushed into you, bottoming out with one quick thrust. “You’re so fucking wet, baby…” He grunted, his forehead falling against yours as heavy pants left both of your mouths, only silenced by the sloppy kisses that he gave you. “God… Don’t know how much I needed you… Feel so good…” He rambled, heavy thrusts pushing you further back against the desk. 

“Just like that… Don’t stop, Ji…” You whimpered, your eyes focused on the way his cock disappeared between your legs, the sight of it turning you on more. He let out a low groan, the sound coming from his chest as his hips picked up speed, the sound of his thighs slapping against yours filling the soundproofed room. One hand came down between your legs, his thumb rubbing quick circles against your clit. “Fuck… Fuck! K-Keep doing that… Gonna… Fuck!” You whined, your moans growing louder as your body began to shake, your slick walls squeezing around him as the knot in your stomach tightened. 

“You like that, baby? You gonna cum?” His thrusts lost their rhythm but got harder, the tip of his cock brushing against that sweet spot deep inside of you causing you to cry out, your nails digging into his back as you came undone around him. Your mixed moans filled the room, hot strings of cum filling you as he continued to thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you. “God damn… Fuck… Shit…” The string of curses spilled from his lips as you both rode your highs until his head fell forward, nestling into the crook of your neck. 

“Mm… Coulda done it in the bed if you would’ve come home…” You murmured as you brushed your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. “You gonna be okay to drive home?” You asked, and his head lifted up a little, eyeing you with a smirk. 

“I’ll be just fine driving home… You’re the one that won’t be able to walk when you get off the desk.” He teased, kissing along your collarbone before pressing a deep kiss to your lips. “Plus… I like doing it here… Might have to make it a monthly thing.” You rolled your eyes at the comment, although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it too. “Let me just send the file to Chan, and then we’ll go home, okay?” 

You nodded as you scooted off the desk, your legs quite sore, especially your inner thighs that you were sure would be bruised, causing you to stumble as you walked over to the couch. He chuckled softly behind you and you whipped your head around to glare at him. “Asshole…” You muttered playfully, but he simply blew you a kiss as you dropped back down on the couch, pulling the hoodie over your head and yawning quietly, your eyes slowly drooping shut until you fell asleep. 

Last night had been amazing, even the part where he had to help you stumble tiredly to the car. You looked so cute, he absolutely adored you, he loved you with his entire being. He wanted nothing more than to spend the entire morning in bed with you, but his phone was going off nonstop, and if it had been anyone else, he would have ignored it. It was Chan though, and he wanted to know if he liked the edits he made to the song, so he pressed a kiss to your forehead, hoping that you had been conscious enough to hear his promise that he’d be back for lunch. 

When he got to the studio, Chan and Changbin were standing in the middle of the room which, in itself, was quite strange considering at least one of them would usually be sitting in the chair and the other would be on the couch. “What’s up?” He asked as he walked further into the room, seeing that the mp3 file was already pulled up on the computer. “Did you like it?” 

The guys blinked awkwardly, not even making direct eye contact as their faces flushed a bright red. Jisungs heart sped up as he wondered what was wrong. Did they not like it? Was it not good enough? “I should have told you to go home last night.” Changbin said, and while it was an answer, it didn’t give Jisung the answer that he wanted to hear. It was quite vague, and honestly, it had him feeling more anxious than anything. 

“So… She came to the studio last night?” Chan asked sheepishly, his hands fiddling in front of him as he chewed nervously on his bottom lip. Jisung was even more confused now as he slowly nodded his head. “Yeah… We know… You should uhm… You know what… Here.” He said, handing Jisung the headphones and making sure they were on before pushing play. 

Mixed almost perfectly with the beats that Jisung had been working all night on were the sounds of his and your moans, the desk banging against the wall, his grunts and your whimpers. So that’s what they had been talking about. “Oh…” Was all he could say, his entire body heating up with embarrassment, and all he wanted to do was run back home and hide under the blankets and avoid everyone for at least the next three months. 

“I mean, it doesn’t sound bad… I just don’t think STAY would appreciate, you know.” Changbin said, and both Jisung and Chans eyes widened as they looked at him. Jisung looked absolutely mortified and Chan looked completely shocked. “What? I mean, it’s got a nice flow to it and it fits the-” 

“Shut up.” Jisung blurted out, quickly taking off the headphones and shoving them back into Chans hands. “Delete it! Burn it! I apologize for that… I’m gonna go home now. Goodbye!” He quickly ran out of the room, bullets of sweat dripping down his face as he ran to the elevator, his finger slamming against the call button. 

“Oh hey, Han! I heard that-” Felix called out, but before he could finish, Jisung was screaming and squeezing between the barely even opened elevator doors, his screams still heard as they shut behind him and carried him down. “Oh… Welp… I guess he doesn’t want the limited time coffee on the menu… I’ll go to Hyunjin.” 

[k1ttykatsu]

TEACHERS PET! - melanie martinez

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairings: Professor! bakugo x student blkfem!reader

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ summary: if i’m so special why am i secret?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: sir kink, oral(fem&male),unprotected sex, creampie, spit, classroom sex, voyeurism? degrading, praising, daddy kink, talks about breeding, slight age gap (readers like 20 while bkg is like 25-27), hair pulling, thigh kink, katsuki loves your little school uniform, panty stealing,cum play, corruption, yummy buldge, authority kink, pussy slapping, crying, face slapping.

⋆·˚ ༘ * ⋆·˚ ༘ * wc:3.2k

*ੈ✩‧₊ ೋ kay speaks: ello! kay here, trying out a new format for the new year! i haven’t seen a teacherbkg! in a while so why not (lol) just wanted to say this storyline is not realistic in the LEAST! don’t sleep with your professors please. enjoy!

“and that’s chemistry!” your professor blurts out as he finishes his lesson. the last class of the day! you thank god that the long boring lesson that  barely keeps you awake is over . the thin line between you and sleep was your super hot chemistry professor.

finally your body allows itself to drift off to sleep, only for it to be awakened by your teacher for what feels like seconds later. “miss y/l, you’ve been asleep for 20 minutes now, class is over” the professor speaks, head buried in a book as he bites on the eraser of his pencil.

glasses at the tip of his nose before he looks up to glare at you now. you instantly feel hot under this gaze causing you to carefully look around. “i’m sorry, didn’t realize” you coyly gather your stuff. as you're picking up your book bag from the floor you decide to be a cheeky little shit and bend down enough  to show off your lacy black underwear, that barely covers your ass.

“when you're finished i need to talk to you y/n” you hear your name and jump at it. the way it flows out of his lips, the way he subtly bites his lips after he says it, the way it makes your cunt clench around nothing. “yes sir” your voice feigning innocence as you make your way from the elevated back of the classroom.

tits bouncing from the way your partially unbuttoned blouse opens up and shows your cleavage. his eyes trained on the way your thighs jiggle from each step. you place your book back onto the floor right beside his desk. “yes?” your big doe eyes look the man deep in his soul, he.

“you’ve been sleeping a lot in class, is everything alright?” you think for a minute before answering. “no, my roommate keeps me up all night, her boyfriend is always over” you try to insinuate what you mean, putting emphasis on the words all night and boyfriend.

“mhm, really? tell me more?” fucking perv. but you indulge in it telling him they have sex about every night, the sounds, the smell all makes you wanna roll up into a ball and die!

“mhm, just sounds to me like your a little jealous” he rolls his chair back from his desk and he point out your hands balled up into little fist making him laugh.  “t’s not funny suki!” you whine before sitting on the man’s desk right between him and his desk.

he slides in so he’s closer to you andis sitting facing you. “i know baby” his words are coddling but you don’t want words anymore you want action. “no! i’ve been patient with you  and you're not giving me what i want, what you promised me suki!” your lips in a small pout. “i always gotta wait till you’re ready but what about me?”

he’s listening, he swears he is, you just make it so hard when you're sitting on his desk looking like the sexiest, most fuckable little thing alive. “i know, but i’ve been working sweetheart, you know that you're my special girl” his hands find their way to that pretty ass that’s perched up on his desk.

“you say that all the time but, if i’m so special, why am i secret?” he hears it in your voice, you're gonna break and not the way he wants you to break. you're crying because of him, how he treats you. he feels bad, he feels like the worst man on earth, treating a pretty thing like you that bad.

“i didn’t know you felt that way sweetheart, lemme make it up to you?” do you wanna comply or do you want to be bratty? “you’ve had too many chances katsuki, maybe it’s time for me to give aaron a chance.” you try to scoot off his desk quickly before you feel a cautious smack placed on your face. (not hard enough for it to be domestic)

“the hella gotten into you?” you roll your eyes hard before speaking up. “obviously not you” you hear your sassy tone as you speak. you watch his face scrunch up before seeming trying to calm himself down.

“are you seriously being bratty right now?” you try to scoot off the desk again while also failing again. his hands grip your thighs making a quiet moan fall from your lips. “by the way we have a quiz next week, you should study” you hate the way he completely changes the topic.

“if i pass this quiz will you give me yo’ babies?” you lean down and speak seductively into his ear. his semi hard cock jumps at the action making him pinch your thighs a little harder. “i’ll give them to you right now if you stop acting like a whiny bitch” you moan at the thought of his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

you moan out in agreement before you feel his hands get closer to your sticky wet cunt. “please sir?” you hear him chuckle and shake his head. “now that i’m giving the slut what she wants i’m sir?” you shake your head before pouting. “i always call you sir, even in class when your teaching”

of course he took notice of that, how could he not? everytime that word come out of your pretty little lips he wants to fuck you right on his desk.

“aaron asked me if i could call him sir, y'know” you see bakugo’s jaw clenching immediately. “you’ve been calling other boys sir y/n? knew you were a slut” he takes his hands off of you and grimaces at the sight of you.

“of course not, you're the only one for me” you plead as you take his cheeks between your hands squishing them to look at you all cross eyed, “never betray you, ever!” you emphasize as you scoot closer to him.

trying to push your core onto his stomach but he stops you. “needy” he flick your forehead with a smile on his lips. he loves when you reassure him that he’s the only one you’l ever touch, love and fuck.

“do you love me sir?” your big doe eyes focusing on his ruby red hues. “of course, the love of my life” he’s not lying, he does love you inside and out, the only girl who truly understands him. “i want you” you whine into his lips as you bring him closer and closer.

he places his lips onto yours and he tastes the sweet mango candy you were eating in his class. sweet as candy.

the kiss gets deeper as leans in more, you hear the sound of pencils and paper hitting the floor as you lean farther back into his desk. “wanna eat ya’” he moans into your mouth causing you to whimper loudly before disconnecting your lips from his.

you push yourself a little farther so he could have enough space to get down to business. he spreads your legs apart, eyes widened when he sees how wet you really are. “all for you” you practically moan out as the cold air hits your covered pussy.

he adjusts his chair so he’s sitting low enough for his mouth to reach your cunt, he pulls your panties down slowly, teasing you. once there down he pockets the lacy cloth quickly. spreading your fold’s watching your slick spread with it.

“such a pretty pussy” you clench around nothing as he prods around your cunt. puffy lips looking appetizing as he begins to rubs your clit slowly. your eyes shut slowly as he rubs your bean. little moans slip through your pretty plump lips.

“so sensitive” he taunts as he spreads you open. “mouth’ please ki” you moan as you spread your legs farther to tempt him to just put his mouth on you!

he listens and does what you ask, putting his lips on your cunt, placing little kisses making you grind your cunt into his face. as you're in the moment, eyes closed and slightly humming you feel a harsh slap being placed on your pussy.

a loud moan leaves your lips as your back arches, flushing your chest against his forehead. “gotta be quiet baby, don’t want anybody to hear us.”  you apologize quickly before you feel the man scoot his chair away from your leaking cunt and quickly move to lock the door.

once he comes back he dives into your pussy, pulling back to pucker his lips spit falling from them and landing on your pussy. “babe” you moan out as your leg hooks around his shoulder and your fingers find themselves laced into his hair.

you feel yourself getting closer and bakugo could tell that you're close too. you push his face further into your pussy as you arch your back. moans and whines flying out of your mouth when he harshly sucks and nibbles on your clit.

“ki! baby i’m gonna cum” he feels your nails digging into his scalp causing him to moan and whimper in your cunt. “love you so much” he mumbles sweet praises as he ravages you. that’s what brings you over the edge, your legs locked around his head as your hands grips his roots.

your thighs begins to shake while his assaults on your clit begin to slow down. “so good” you barely hear him as you suffocate him with your thighs. your high hits you like a mac truck, your moaning and whining into the air, all your self control is out the window as you cum on his tongue.

the feeling of him lapping up your sweetness sends you to overstimulation as you unhook your legs and push him back. once he faces you, the feral look on his face makes you smile. a big smirk on his face before he licks your cum off of his lips.

“so good,” he says before bringing you closer for a passionate kiss. you taste yourself on his lips making you grind back into the man causing him to holt your movements. “if you keep that up i’ll cum in my pants” you giggle before nodding at the man.

placing one more kiss before you push him back and stand up only to sink back down unto your knees. the man quirks and eyebrow at you watching your every move. he watches the way you bite your lip as your eyes settle on his growing bulge. the way your breathing hitches as your fingers prod around his clothed cock.

he watches as your pretty pink acrylics unbutton his pants with no trouble whatsoever. he shimmy’s his pants down to help you out a bit causing you to thank the man. but before he shimmy’s his underwear down you stop him.

your hand tightened around his restricted bulge causing him to whimper out. “shit” you laugh at the eagerness of the man. you place a kiss to his clothed cock causing him to twitch beneath those pretty lips of yours. his hips jerk up as u place another kiss onto him. “want you to face fuck me ki’” you plead with thoes big doe eyes of yours.

“you want me to fuck up that pretty throat of yours?” you nod your head intensely causing him to laugh. “unbutton that shirt pretty girl”  and you do what he says. unbuttoning your shirt while he frees his coco from the restricting underwear.

you examine his cock for what feels like the 50th time this month and it never fails to amaze you. the pretty pink tip oozing pre cum making your mouth water at the sight.

“want you to take the whole thing okay?” you nod and before you know it you see the man grab the base of his cock and bring it towards him. a glob of spit falls from his lips and landing right on his tip.

he jerks his cock a couple times before he grabs your ponytail and you know to open your mouth quickly. he shoves his cock between your lips making you gag instantly.

“love a good gag reflex” he mumbles as he guides your head up and down his thick shaft. he sees the bulge in your throat causing his hips to jerk up some more. tears flood your lash line from how deep he’s in your throat.

he picks your head up off him and you begin to cough. spit sputtering out of your mouth as you try to catch your breath. spit dribbles down your chest and lands on your tits. the shiny substance catches his eyes, making him take his fingers and glide it between the spit, covering his fingers in it before placing it in his mouth.

your eyes roll back at the scene before you making you want to get back to work. he gets the hint and your mouth is back on his cock. his moans and deep groans spurring you on as you let him use your mouth as a personal flashlight. your space out to the point where you're just focused on the cock deep in your throat.

smack!

a loud and harsh smack is placed on your cheek causing you to moan around him. the vibration from your moans causing his hips to stutter and before the both of you know it he’s cumming down your throat. “shit! fucking love you” his high takes over as you sit on your knees beneath the man, watching his reaction from the things that your mouth did to him.

he takes his semi hard cock out of your mouth and watches the trail of spit and cum it leaves on your face. “c’mere” he picks you up off your knees and places you to straddle his lap. the sight of you with cum and spit on your face and tits, hair a mess, and swollen lips makes his cock rock hard again.

“wanna fuck you, put a baby in my pretty pussy” his possessive side shows but he doesn’t care, he want you to walk around campus with his baby in your stomach. he doesn’t care if he’s risking his job, he just want you.

“want you to fill me up suki!” you moan in his ear while your bare cunt grinds against his cock. your slick lathering him up so he knows he doesn't have to prep you any more. you feel the strong man pick you up with one hand while he holds his cock in the other.

he teases his tip and traces it around your leaky cunt, relishing on how wet he’s made you. “that wet from sucking cock? your crazy” he laughs as he finally inserts himself into you. you moan in his ear as your body recoils into his. “don’t call me crazy” your voice is high pitched as you stretch yourself out on his cock.

“ki baby!” you screeched into his ear causing him to grip your ass once you finally sank down. “so tight” he whines into your neck, placing love bites into your neck. “i love you” you pick his head up and make him look you in the eyes. “love you more, then you’ll ever know”

you begin to bounce on your teachers, boyfriend's cock. your tight walls squeezing him just right as you take charge over him. “why am I a secret ki?” you whine out as you feel his hands gripping the fat of your thighs. “not a secret, everyone knows!” he huffs as you grind your hips down more.

you want to focus on his words so hard but you can’t, the way his cock hits your cervix repeatedly. “oh my god!” you pull on his blonde locs causing a whimper to slip through his lips. “shit! i’m close” bakugo decides to fuck up into to your heat, the curve of his cock hitting your inside perfectly.

“ki pleaseee!” you moan as you hide your face into his neck. sucking love bites onto his jugular causing his hips to hit deep inside of you. he needs to see your face when you cum so he takes it upon himself to pull your head back by your ponytail.

“wanna see you cum” his hands grab onto your tits pulling down your black lacy bra. “babe” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself clench around him. “you’ve gotta cum now” he demands as he fuck up into you harder.  “fuck you look so hot bouncing on my cock” you squeeze your eyes from the immense amount of pleasure you're feeling.

“i’m cumming!” you scream out into the empty classroom. your pussy clenches around him triggering his orgasm as well. he holds you down against his hips as he emptied himself into you. your body shakes as you cum around his dick.

“i love you” you cry into his neck, high off your orgasm and your emotions are running high. he instantly gets out his post- orgasm headspace and snaps back into reality. (oh! there goes gravity. sorry) 

“what happened, did i hurt you?” he pulls you out of his neck and grabs your face. tears flooding down your face as you look into his scarlet eyes. “i-” you hiccup, “i just love you and- and i don’t know” you can’t even get your head straight.

you're running high off emotions and don’t know exactly what you want to pinpoint. “i love you too, why are you crying?” he’s holding you like you're going to break and you feel like you are with the way he’s talking to you.

“if this is about you being a ‘secret’ your not, your not exactly subtle” you look at him confused as hell so he takes that as a queue to continue. “why do you think no one interrupts us when we have a little rendezvous y/n?”

now that you think about it no one ever question when you walk with bakugo to his car, sneak off into his classroom when you obviously don’t have that class. or even the two of you walking around campus together.

“what about principal nezu?” you think about the college's headmaster. “we agreed on some terms, you're graduating in a month so agreed that as long as i’m fair with grading and grade you based on your academic performance not your personal performance” you giggle at the end of his sentence.

he takes his thumb and wipes your tears and places a kiss on your forehead. “pretty girls don’t cry over stupid shit” he mumbles into your forehead making you smile. “okay let’s go home ki” he nods his head and scoots himself closer to his desk.

he holds the base of his cock as you slide yourself off of him. a whine slips out of his mouth making you giggle. you sit back onto his desk and watch him slip himself back into his boxers and then pull up his pants.

you look around for your panties and you can’t find them anywhere. “i have em’” you shake your head before sinking down onto your feet. bakugo picks up your bag before picking up his bag.

he grabs your hand and the two of you walk out of the classroom. as the two of you walk out of the school he whispers into your ear “you better hope your not wasting my cum”

[gonktroll]

Imma need u to hand over some Bruce, Creek and Guy hcs 😳🤲🏼

Author's Note:

hiiiii nonnie i can do that for you easy peasy :3 ok so i lied its not easy,, writing is so haaardd,, but we must persist !! i'll be real these are three trolls i don't really think about often...sorry i lied again i think about creek so much...looking back there's more of him than anyone else im so sorry !! lemme know if the formatting is broken or any typos!! also feel free to send in requests also,, the box is open still

on a side note, when did the format tools on tumblr get so crappy?

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Characters: Bruce, Creek, and Guy Diamond

Word Count & Time: 2, 721 words and 10 Minutes Read. Writing took around Two Weeks. Warnings & Tags: NSFW, Minors Do Not Interact! Contains: fluffy/romantic headcanons, mentions of children & having children (bruce and guy), cake by the ocean by dnce is there i guess, insecurity (bruce and creek), dirty talk (bruce and creek), body worship (bruce), overstimulation (bruce), voyeurism (bruce), cuckoldry (bruce), depictions of a toxic relationship (creek), jealousy (creek), outdoor sex (creek), oral sex (creek), orgasm denial (creek), dacryphilia (creek), power dynamics (creek), genitalia descriptors.

BRUCE

Let it be said: Bruce wants nothing more than to take care of you, please let him nurture you. Let him secure you emotionally, psychically, and mentally. Just let him take the pressure off your shoulders, even if it's for a short while. Do you need help with cleaning up? He's already got the mop and broom ready. Are you getting started with dinner? He's hopping in the kitchen to prep with you. Sparing time is the least he can do for you. You don't even have to ask him to help out, he's already ready to go.

Wouldn't pass up the opportunity to be a little mischievous towards you. Your boyfriend has bad dad jokes, boyish pranks, and an impish banter to behold. He'll have you busting a seam from laughter but he can't help himself. Bruce thinks you look best when you're smiling.

Catching a glimpse of any giggly children and their parents makes his heart yearn for you. Would you want a family like this? What kind of trolls would both your children be? These thoughts follow him for the rest of the day.

He's actively trying to leave Brozone in the past so he can look forward to his future with you. But, sometimes he can't resist showing off to you. He has to let you know how amazing of a singer and dancer he was (and still is). Please, be proud of him.

This troll is a romantic at heart, Bruce is always planning a secret date of some kind. Whenever you briefly mention something you're interested in, he's definitely ironing out the details to make it happen. Seeing the look of surprise on your face during the date makes it all worth it.

He doesn't mind what kind of date you plan, but if you want to make him happy, he loves dates that involve water activities. For instance, a romantic bath with rose petals and soft music is something he'd appreciate. Similarly, a date on the beach with a candlelit dinner would be perfect, and he might even serenade you with 'Cake by The Ocean'.

Playing the role of 'the Heartthrob' for a long time before suddenly creating a new identity has made Bruce feel insecure. He wants to be more than just 'the hottest troll ever' to you. He is more than just a pretty face with rock-hard abs. When you acknowledge who he is and validate his emotions, his stomach starts flipping and his heart is doing somersaults. You might actually be too good for him…

Showing genuine emotions to him and sharing personal moments will get him hotter under the collar than explicit words or seductive clothing ever could. Simply being authentic with each other is enough to spark his desire to be physically intimate with you.

It won't take much to convince Bruce to try something new with you. He loves experimenting and even if it doesn't work out, both of you can laugh about it later.

Bruce isn't fond of quickies, public sex, or rushed sex, he would prefer to take his time with you and hates the idea of being interrupted. There's no set schedule, but you make time for each other. It's best when it's just the two of you and all the time in the world.

During making love, Bruce will always prioritize the experience you're making together. If your legs aren't trembling and your voice isn't hoarse afterward, then he isn't doing his job correctly.

Bruce will talk throughout the whole affair. If he wants a reaction out of you or coax your attention, words are his weapon of choice. A quick aside of sweet teasing to quickly fluster you or lecherous murmurs along the shell of your ear while his hips languidly plunge into your insatiable warmth. Feel free to return his energy and talk back to him, he welcomes it.

There will never be a session where Bruce doesn't lavish you with endless praise and worship your body. You will always be told how attractive and precious you are to him.

He secretly worries you'd find it slutty but he's very interested in watching other trolls flirt with you and has fantasies of watching you fuck someone else. It would take him time to admit it to you, but you may get suspicious of how worked up Bruce gets after someone tries to make a pass at you.

Underneath those beach-bum shorts, Bruce is packing. His sheath is chubby, giving the impression that it's petite or compact. However, make no mistake: Bruce is a grower and it's meaty at full length.

GUY DIAMOND

Get ready to date one of the most dramatic trolls of all time - Guy Diamond. He does everything with emphasis and panache, and why wouldn't he? As an iconic troll, he shouldn't have to limit himself to others' expectations, and he appreciates that you recognize this. Guy is looking for someone who would never ask him to tone it down - in fact, he wants you to encourage him to turn it up! He's not going to dim his glow for anyone, and you make him want to shine even brighter.

Every time he expresses his love, it's extraordinary. He might put on a grand musical performance, surprise you with an extravagant gift, or take you on an unforgettable date night. Guy just has to let you know how much he cares and regular displays of affection just won't do.

Guy Diamond is a unique Pop Troll, possibly the only one, with the special ability to auto-tune his voice. He loves to show off his talent by hitting high notes and emphasizing particular words, all to get you to compliment him. If you tell him how 'cool and special' he is, he will feel elated and proudly strut around like a peacock.

Guy is known as 'THEE Glitter Troll', so it's only natural that his partner should be as stylish and cool as him. However, he sometimes tries to improve his partner's fashion sense or curtail their negative personality traits. This can put pressure on the relationship, as no one likes to be told they're lame. It takes some time for Guy to realize that he is dating his partner for who they are, not who he wants them to become.

You'll have to adjust to his extreme stubbornness. It's even more frustrating when he is aware of the consequences but still chooses to proceed. Unless you have a fondness for men who behave stupidly, it will require a lot of patience until he learns his lessons the hard way.

Another way Guy expresses his affection is by pampering you. He's always looking for opportunities to help you out with anything. He reminds you to take some time out and practice self-care whenever you're feeling overwhelmed. He's also concerned with your health, making sure you eat well and get some exercise. If you haven't socialized much, Guy has no problem taking you to a party today. He reassures you that taking care of you is never a burden, and knowing that you are happy means everything to him.

Raising Tiny Diamond had a positive impact on Guy Diamond's maturity, which is clear in his relationship with you. He has grown more considerate of others' feelings, and more thoughtful about the consequences of his actions. Instead of diving in impulsively, he takes the time to discuss plans with you. He also spends more time contemplating what he wants from your relationship long-term.

Guy loves it when you plan date nights including Tiny. Spending quality time with the two Trolls he loves most makes his heart sing. Watching you show love to Tiny Diamond by playing or singing touches a special place in his heart. He may not say it aloud, but he's started to think of the possibility of having another baby - with you this time.

He doesn't have a preference for who guides or receives during sex, but he likes to lean back and let you take the lead. Guy is not selfish at all, you won't be unsatisfied that's for sure. He believes that making love with you means sharing yourself with each other - and we all know Guy Diamond isn't afraid to share himself with anyone.

When it comes to sex, he will never be afraid to be open about his interests and desires and he expects the same from you.

It's still a mystery how nude trolls hide their genitals but Guy Diamond is rather average in terms of size. And yes, the sheath and balls are glittery.

CREEK

Let's address the elephant in the room: Creek is not a pleasant troll to date.

On one hand, Creek strives to present himself as a reasonable, enlightened voice that brings positive energy to the village. He enjoys the significance he holds and especially wants your respect. On the other hand, he uses this mask to hide his judgmental nature. He is well aware of his social status and takes advantage of it to behave inappropriately. Most trolls cannot comprehend the extent of his behavior which makes it all the easier to manipulate them. You must understand that you will not be the exception as his partner.

Creek will use dating you as a 'shield' to embolden his behavior even more. He's a well-liked troll with an interesting partner and has the Queen's favor as a friend acquaintance. Surely, a well-adjusted and repentant troll like Creek wouldn't cause any issues.

Confronting him on his behavior is draining, not because there is shouting or bickering between you, but because he maintains his calm and refuses to acknowledge anything. He patronizes you and then sidesteps any issue you bring up. He won't admit his wrongdoing or promise to improve, instead suggests that you're blowing things out of proportion. He insists that you should be content with your relationship and the special bond you both share.

Despite his glaring faults, you see glimpses of the troll you love underneath. When you're overwhelmed, Creek is always there to help you calm down and plan your next steps. If someone's intruding on your boundaries, he's present to redirect them without escalating the situation any further. He's not always willing to prioritize someone else's issues over his own desires, but he would try for you at least.

Makes it a point to tell you how much he loves you and how special you are to him every day. It is disgustingly sweet, especially to anyone who may be nearby to witness. Creek lavishes you with pet names, sappy proclamations, and over-the-top public displays of affection, especially whenever Branch is around. He grazes his soft hand along your cheek with a tender declaration of his adoration or brushes his forehead against yours as he greets you first thing in the morning.

It seems that Creek has an infinite supply of affectionate nicknames just for you. These names can either make you blush with delight or annoy you to no end. Although he could simply use your real name, he prefers calling you 'Angel', 'Darling', or 'Sweetheart' as these names more accurately reflect his feelings for you. Your adorable reactions only encourage him to use them more often.

He writes songs and poems about you to express how you make him feel or reminisce about the memories you've made together. He surprises you by performing an emotional ballad at sunset, singing about how your beautiful eyes meeting his makes his heart skip a beat. Though he would never admit it, when he was held captive by Chef, those poems and songs helped him maintain his sanity.

You're both known to the village as a pair of lovebirds, despite Creek's difficult personality traits and your immense patience. It comes as a surprise when one of you announces the end of the relationship, usually accompanied by tears. Creek appears unfazed as he continues to run his meditation/yoga classes and engage in village events. He tells anyone who asks that the break-up was mutual, though you were more emotional than he. It's only partially true, he was more dumbfounded than he'd like to admit. Once you start moving on, he becomes secretly anxious and slinks his way back into your life before someone else can. It's no surprise when you're both back together within a week.

Underneath all the enlightenment chatter, manicured appearance, and insincere behavior, Creek is insecure about his place in the world and his community. He wants to control what others think of him and prove his worth to secure his position. You can constantly assure him with words, actions, and gifts, but until he feels secure in himself, it won't make any difference. To Creek, this isn't a problem; he'll just do whatever it takes to keep you around - morality be damned. He deserves happiness as much as any other troll.

Creek has included you in his yoga classes, claiming that he wants to "maintain your enchanting aura". Depending on the difficulty of the regimen, he either treats you as his top-performing student to praise and use as an example or his problematic student who needs additional attention. Despite the playful banter and flirtation, he maintains a professional demeanor in front of others. However, private classes are an entirely different matter.

Private classes for you and him are usually held at his place, where he has the necessary equipment, or out in the forest where he's previously found a quiet spot. The sessions start with some light banter, stretching, and warm-ups, followed by vocal affirmations, until Creek decides that your form is in desperate need of coaching. He starts with gentle sweeps along your limbs and then to more sensitive areas as he guides you into position. He flirts unabashedly with you, using honeyed words and heated glances to gauge your interest before nudging things further. It's a fun game to see how far you can both go.

Let him put his mouth to work on you, Creek is talented at more than just talking. He's obsessed with teasing you, his nimble fingers soothing your heat with languid motions as he watches you with eager, hungry eyes. Plead with him to give you the release you so desperately need, his tongue is dying to taste you.

Creek takes great pleasure in denying your orgasm, causing you frustration to the point of tears. Seeing those pretty streams down your cheeks as you hold back your sobs while he grinds agonizingly slow into you. You can ask him to speed up, but why should he? The turmoil painting your face is sweeter than he could have imagined.

You'll have to let Creek take control when it's time to play, he gets resistant if you try to imply that you want to take the lead. When he's in charge, it's never in an expected 'dominant' way. Instead, it's about using his words and your body's reactions to break you down into an absolute mess. Doesn't it feel good to shut off everything else and let Creek make you happy?

It takes so long to coax Creek to allow you to be dominant, skinning back layers of excuses and bitter self-reflection. He's hesitant to have you hold the reins and to just let himself relax. He's more afraid of the sentiment he may not be enough, especially if isn't able to do it himself. Like most situations with Creek, it will take a lot of patience and communication to ease his mind - and he'll never truly be at ease.

Once he discovers how relinquishing control feels, he's nearly appalled by how his treacherous body is responding to you. You praise him as you hover above him, murmuring to him about how he's doing "such a good job" and that he's your "good boy" as your hands ghost lower and lower. Creek is aghast that he isn't disgusted by this, telling himself to just flip you over and demonstrate how it's really done. All that guttural and depraved keening surely isn't coming from his mouth. Afterward, he can't deny that loss of control frightens him, but it's just so…erotic too.

This troll is both a grower - and it shows. Those low-waisted yellow sweats do little to 'hide' his sheath and he is well aware.

[abiiors]

apple cider 🍎 // matty healy x reader

promptober '23 - day 2

a/n: i'm trying a new format hehe, lemme know if you like it cw: alcohol and weed, smut adjacent wc: 1k

you’re already staring at the half built fort in front of you when matty’s message comes through. it’s…questionable to say the very least—something that could make or ruin the entire date night you’ve planned but there’s not much you can do about it at this point. 

you pick up the sheets, getting to work again. it’s been a while since you and matty have gotten a good amount of time together—between your work and his, it has felt like a long distance relationship despite living together. and both of you decided it was enough. and you couldn’t be more excited for the date night, building a blanket fort for the two of you to watch movies in, like high school teenagers with a crush on each other. 

you smile at the thought. it’s not that far from the reality, even after all these years, he still is your crush. 

“daddy’s coming home in fifteen minutes, sweets,” you tell allen who sits by your legs, occasionally asking for head scratches.

sure his message says you have twenty minutes—but you know him well enough. so you make quick work of whatever’s left, snapping a photo of it once you’re done. clearly proud of your own work. 

not even two minutes later, your phone chimes with another message, making you burst out laughing.

as expected, he’s back sooner than he said—cheeks and nose pink from the cold air outside, making grabby hands at you as soon as he enters so he can pick you up for a cuddle. 

“you’re so warm…” he sighs, kissing the top of your hair and practically melting into you. 

you indulge him for a bit, letting him be a grown baby and clingy as much as he wants. 

“been so long sweetheart, i missed you,” he mumbles, making you giggle slightly into his chest. 

“we live together, you know?”

but you know what he means and before he fully even has a chance to protest, you stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. to absolutely nobody’s surprise, he deepens in almost instantly, moving you both back to the sofa in the living room where he can properly pull you onto his lap. 

his hands are instantly under your top, making you yelp from his cold fingertips. matty’s laughter echoes around the room as he tries to take advantage of it—making you squirm by trailing his cold fingers on your warm skin and pressing unsuspecting kisses onto your neck, smiling when you laugh at the tickling sensation of his two day old stubble. 

this could go on, could lead to more. except you spot the small crate by your front door, and you look back at your boyfriend again with an arched eyebrow.

matty shamelessly laughs at you as you try not to cough a lung out inside your blanket fort.

“fucking hell!” you try to speak again, voice hoarse from literally the first sip of the ‘cider’, eyes watering as you shake your head. in front of you, he casually lights a joint. “matty, baby… i think that’s just pure alcohol.”

he shrugs, “the label says hard apple cider. you just have shit tolerance.”

he squirms away laughing when you try to smack him. he is right though, the aftertaste of this horrendous concoction, is most definitely that of an apple. and it’s nice too. despite the first sip almost killing you, you take another. this one goes down relatively better. 

you huff, “i think an apple might have breathed near it at one point in time but that is not apple cider. you got duped.”

he picks up the bottle between you, taking a swig from it as if it were literally apple juice and nothing more. “tastes nice though, doesn’t it?”

when you make a face, he clicks his tongue. “come here, let’s shotgun. the weed will make it taste better.”

now that proposition has your interest piqued. in the soft glow of the twinkling fairy lights, matty looks handsome. the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to expose his forearms, his first two buttons are unbuttoned. you waste no time situating yourself on his lap. 

“hi, there,” he smiles, pressing a single featherlight kiss to your jaw that tickles. you feel a slight buzz forming in your head—a combination of the cider, the weed and most definitely matty. 

“hi,” you smile back, actually blushing when he stares right into your eyes. 

“ready?” the joint dangles from between his lips. he speaks around it, looking irresistably attractive. 

you nod and part your lips. 

when his lips touch yours, it’s like a shock of high electricity flooding through your veins, the smoke in your mouth feels warm, going down all the way to your lungs, spreading through your body. the buzz in your head intensifies and you close your eyes, breathing it out once again. 

matty doesn’t stop there. seconds later, his mouth crashes onto yours, teeth colliding against teeth, while his hands hold onto your waist in a tight grip. he takes advantage of it when you gasp, tongue sliding over your lip and licking the inside of your mouth. 

your fingers work deftly to unbutton his shirt, needing desperately to feel his skin against yours. matty’s hands, now warm, are already under your top, caressing skin. 

you moan softly in his mouth when you feel him growing harder. you’re certain he can also feel the wetness growing between your legs right as his fingers circle your nipples. 

“pretty girl,” he breathes, mouth hot on your jaw and going down your neck. 

he’s about to push you onto your back, about to take this further when matty yelps and pulls back abruptly. 

his hand is on his thudding heart, while his wide eyes are on allen, who’s snuck into the fort without either of you realising and now stares at you with big puppy eyes, head tilted and all. 

you coo at him, matty groans. 

his cold snout is right near matty, while a conspicuously wet patch of skin glistens right on matty’s ribs. 

“get out,” his finger points at the open door. allen follows it and then looks back at you again only to whine softly. 

“don’t talk to my baby like that!” you scold matty, instantly pulling the puppy to your chest to cuddle him, laughing when matty gapes at you. 

“stealing my girl,” he mutters to himself, “cockblock.” when you give him a warning glare, matty grumbles, begrudgingly scratching allen behind his ears. the puppy yips happily.

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[ IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST | pathologic ]

Dansleif x Reader

This is my entry in the Seraphiism '23 event! By of course, the lovely @seraphiism . I'm trying out a new format/writing style, so lemme know what you think <3

WARNINGS: A little blood, nothing graphic WORD COUNT: 3.2K (This got away from me)

{ I.THE BOUGH KEEPER IS SACRIFICE FIRST, SOLDIER SECOND, AND LAST OF ALL MAN}

And least of all, yours. The weight of eternity weighs heavily on his shoulders, but he presses on, and you mourn him for it. He pays the price of honor enacted by a far lesser man of his past, takes up arms and spills blood in the scorn of the divine. Because of Destiny’s decree.

You try to imagine it–eternal penance for a crime you could hardly remember. You imagine bearing a sword and a curse, one and the same, for hundreds of years, and your heart recoils at the misery that wraps around it. You can hardly believe that that is to be his fate-you refuse to. It cannot truly be his choice, not one made in any good faith at least. Or perhaps any faith at all.

You suspect he lost it ages ago.

“Do you ever think…” You begin hesitantly. “That you could leave it behind? All of it?”

Dainsleif, your lover, sets down his book. It's one of the ones you’ve kept around, and it seems he finally has time to peruse them, however borrowed that time it is.

“All of it?”

“...Yeah.” 

“No. No.” He reiterates. And he smiles for you, because he knows how much it makes your heart warm. 

“I can't abandon my duty, neither can I abandon you. They are one and the same.  You are…woven into me. Cutting you off from my life would be cutting away the fabric of my soul. I could never.”

“...Why do you feel they’re one and the same?” A weight on his heart. Perhaps.

He fingers the worn pages of the book, his eyes dark in thought.

“I have a responsibility to the world, and you are a part of the world.”

“Those two sound so very far removed. I'm just one person, but if I could decide, my sole desire would be just to rest with you.”

He chuckles, good naturedly, like always. “If the world was ruled by our desires, I'd have been forever and solely yours already. And there would be no gods, but you.” For a man who rages and detests the divine, you’re not sure how to feel about that.

“But alas, the world often ignores our most fervent desires, unless we force it to acknowledge us that is.” A weight tugs his brow down, and his features buckle under it. Something like grief. “And that…is a very hard thing to do.”

“Alas.” 

You nod, and return to your wayward gaze out the window. You imagine a life where he lives for you, and nothing else. You try to deny in your mind that he would want anything else. What could he find out in the world that he cannot find in your arms? A cursed man, believing himself content in penance and self flagellation, of service to the world at large.

But he is yours. You deny the world in his place.

{II.THERE IS A ROT THAT REPLACES THE MARROW OF HIS BONES}

It is woven into him, and he cannot escape it. He has long stopped trying.

It wears and tears at his soul, and marks his skin in scars, and he continues on.  Fate has decreed that he will do so forevermore, until the day the abyss drags him down into its depths, its spindly fingers already grasping at him in twisting, molted blues. But he tries, because when you kiss the expanse of cursed flesh, a blissful smile on your face, a sudden rush of heat makes his skin prickle. It’s not love, though he loves you. It's rage.

Its disgust, and sick vitriol. You deserve better, you deserve more. You don't need this broken tapestry of pieces clinging onto some semblance of humanity. You don't need your nights interrupted by his nightmares, or his form clinging to your doorway, bloodied and offering the only tribute he knows to your altar.

He does not worship the Gods, but he knows something more divine, having long since slipped into the pews of your chapel.

“...I’m sorry.” You rush towards him, and he leans into the shoulder you offer him, letting you pull him into your bathroom where he stains the white porcelain.

“If you were sorry–” you huff as you set him down. “You wouldn’t get hurt so often.”

You pull out the first aid kit, and set to patching him up, removing layers of clothing to see the hurt beneath. He hardly winces, but his heart tugs.

“...You know I can't help myself.”

“You’re just one man, Dainsleif, there's too much for you to do on your own. And we both know this is about more than just your honor, or duty.”

“...Yet I am beginning to wonder,” he mumbles as you wipe away the blood. “Whether it has always been my fate to deny Fate.”

“What do you mean.”

You sound too upset for it to sound anything like a question. A demand, perhaps. He sighs. He is tired. So tired. He’s always been.

“Whether Fate is truly something we can overcome, or whether my rage is just a by-product of providence. If it was all preordained.” He shuts his eyes.

“The Gods that cursed us, the people and the nation I failed, my curse, my duty and obligation; I wonder if you too are foredoomed, just another predilection.”

“Is that why you do all this? To prove, what? Fate wrong?”

He doesn't answer, but he does open his eyes to see your mouth flatten. You continue patching him up, taking care of him, but he sees the way your eyes tremble.

“...Or perhaps just self-actualization?”  

“...I have an obligation to the world, and to you–”

“Don’t say that, don’t pretend that this is for me, this is not for me. You’ve been doing this long before I was a thought on the breeze.” Centuries wear down his memory, but the tug of your mouth and brow pulls at him like a drawn bow, piercing through the fog of his fatigue.

Your shoulders shake next. “So if I asked you to stop, would you?”

He doesn't answer, even when the tears spill from your eyes.

“I don't care for fate, destiny or whatever. I care about you. Keep your honor, keep your anger, but stay with me. Is that not enough?”

“....It’s for you, too.”

“...I don't appreciate being your excuse, Bough Keeper.”

Celestia always watches, but even he cannot help but utter a prayer to some unknown god, that their eyes do not fall on this wayward moment.

He is fine with cursing the stars, his fate, with breaking body; he is fine with letting the heavens bear witness to his rage.

But not his grief.

It settles, thick and cloying on his tongue. The sour tang drowns out everything else.

{III.HE WILL NOT CHOOSE YOU. WHEN DESTINY TUGS AT HIS CLOAK AND BIDS HIM LOOK, HE WILL TURN FROM YOU}

You know he wishes he never met you. That he never fell in love with you. You try to take it as a compliment.

You would give anything to remove the burden on his shoulders, if only he were not so adamant on carrying it. You do not see the reason why–you would rather love a coward than mourn a legend. You would rather he stays home with you, in your arms, than leave and come back, over and over and over and over again.

You know he wishes he never knew you.

Dainsleif, he holds you, works in the garden with you, bathes with you, loves you–but his hands are tense, and his eyes stray to the world outside your window. You at least know that when he is gone, that he leaves because he is thinking of you, that he cannot handle being perceived by you for too long; It renders him asunder.

“Like a predator, staring at the open carcass of my soul,” he once said. “You just make me feel so…”

‘So what?’ You had wanted to ask, but you had known better, didn't he just tell you? So you acquiesce, but on the inside you ache. You plead and you beg, and you don't let the words spill past your lips; You hold them in your chest and your eyes and watch him leave.

You trade chaste kisses for letters in your mailbox, blissful sighs for dandelion fluff on the wind. Your love is like a hot air balloon, you cannot keep him close but you can keep him tethered even as the rope frays and tears at your hands.

Welcome him back with them open, and settle for apologetic kisses on your knuckles, from your knight, for a ring on your finger. No god would hold your marriage sacred, anyways, despite your tears.

“And what knowledge have you gleaned from your travels this time, my love?” You smile. Please don’t leave me again.

“Nothing that I don’t already know dearest.” I’ll do anything. Just give me the word. Just give me the knife.

“Which is?” Why don't you ever ask me? You know I'll do it.

His eyes, so deep and somber. They know, but they don't answer. “Fate has foretold that I will return here, as always.”

“Of course.” And he will always leave. 

{IV. WHAT IS IT LIKE TO LOVE SOMEONE WHO IS ALWAYS RUNNING, ONE FOOT OUT THE DOOR? TIME DOES NOT SIT STILL, FOR NO ONE.}

Celestia is always watching.

Even here in this quiet moment, where the night holds vigil to the stars' homily, as they drag their forms past that pale corpse of a moon.

It's a still moment. He has removed you from his arms and you continue to sleep peacefully, your chest rising and falling, your heart the drum that starts off all his nights and days.

He is going to lose you, but before that he will lose himself.

Even now, he could feel the curse, like an ever burrowing parasIte, slowly consuming him. It replaces him. Eats away at him, fills him with rot, and he has the audacity to find solace in  your garden. You dig out the rot and replace it with something far kinder, but that doesn't stop the curse from growing.

He is like an inteyvat flower. Hardened and unable to wilt unless placed back in the soil of his home. You’ve decided to love a dying man, and stand vigil, always, at his never ending wake.

Sunshine from a past life. Peers who trusted him and stood at his side and back, carrying the weight of honor. He doesn't remember them, but he remembers the sunshine. He remembers how he failed them. He remembers only what he can and only knows what he should. And he knows this tale like the back of his hand, the curve of your cheek.

This was fated to end in tragedy.

You move in your sleep and he startles. You roll over, and Dainsleif waits until you settle, to breathe easy again.

He can not reconcile who he is with the man he was before he met you. He doesn’t wish to go back, but he muses on how much easier it would be. He could deny the Gods, defy Celestia, the Archons, even Heavenly principles, even Destiny. But he cannot choose to remain alongside you as well.

He mourns this indecisive fool you turned him into. He will not survive without you, but that is alright because it has to be. Not every story has a happy ending, but every story needs a narrator. He'll re-read your scripture and memorize your chapters for as long as you remain, and even after.

And he will remain long after you are gone.

{V. IF NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR FATE, I WILL BE THE FIRST}

The sunlight paints the fields honey and gold, and soon it will be time to return to your little cottage. There will be cherry wine waiting on the table, and some mending you still need to finish, but beyond that you take in this moment, drink it down greedily; an open bud unfurling like a fist to an open palm, demanding the world its due.

Your lover on the other hand does not share the same attitude. His head rests in your lap, but you feel the restless energy in him, and stay still in the hopes of encouraging him to do the same. It doesn’t work.

“Settle down, Dain.”

“I am calm.”

“No you’re not. You’re fidgeting.”

“...I’m afraid I’m going to have to leave soon.” Ah. As always.

“Then all the more reason to relax now, while we have the time.” He scoffs at that word, time. He rises to meet your eyes, and you smile at his mussed hair.

“I might be away longer than I usually am. I’m not sure how long I'll be away for.”

You crack a knuckle in anxiety. “But you’ll be back, of course?”

He only pauses for the slightest of breaths. “Of course. Will you still want me back?” Your face takes on an exasperated look, but he waves it away.

“Do you not get tired of waiting, always? Are you not tired of constantly grieving, of having to love this broken piece of tapestry?” You are shaking your head before he's finished.

“No. If you are torn I will mend you. If you’re just a piece of tapestry then I’ll stitch you onto something better.”

“Leave behind these metaphors and poetry. I would rather believe you pity me rather than actually love me.”

The words hit a chord deep inside you. It carves a gorge, and anger rushes in to fill it.

“So what? You would rather me love a stranger? Someone who would understand me less than you do?“ You stare him down.

“..If I must–”

“‘Must’? Well you don’t. And by whose order? Whose words? Is that truly something you would allow, or what you tell yourself you should let happen?” His face doesnt twist, but you know the tint of misery that spreads under his skin. It's blue-black, like a bruise, like the stretch of his right arm.

“No. You will truly be damned thrice over if you allow that. You are so content to let the world, to let fate, decide how things are and should be–I don't believe in that. My fate will be what I say it is, and I say you will be with me forevermore. If you must leave, then leave, but come back to me, don’t let go of me!”

“I am ruined,” A wave rustles the grass, like a crowd gone silent. “I am ruined, cursed, damned as you say. You do not want this. You should not want this.”

“I don't believe that, and you shouldn’t either. Who has told you this, has Celestia personally decreed your fate? Or do you continue to let tragedy be the narrator of your life?” You grasp his face, pull him closer to your eyes.

“I have you. I want you. And it is reciprocated, As long as that is, things will not change. I refuse anything else.”

His eyes go back and forth between yours, and he sighs.

“As long as I breathe, I will return to you. But that does not change the fact that this was never supposed to be. If not by destiny’s nature than my own; It is only a matter of time before this too, ends.” 

“Then forget what fate or destiny has told you. I am your fate, I am both your penance and redemption. If no one has ever told you about your fate then I shall be the first.”

Ans he is drawn, he listens like your words are rapture, like the first believer in the front pew of a sermon. So you smooth back his hair, and speak a prophecy.

“We will go home, and pick the tomatoes in the garden. They’re ripe now, and we’ll use them in our dinner. We’ll wash the dishes, unwind. Bathe. I’ll wash your hair and you’ll scrub my back. The sun should have set by then, so we can go to bed. As it gets darker I could read to you by candlelight, or, we could make love.”

“We’d need another bath, and to change the sheets then,” he mumbles, the slight pink hue high over his cheekbones.

“So would you rather we make love earlier? Or in the bath to save time?” You grin, and it draws soft breaths of laughter from your lover. You go on with your spiel.

“We’ll go to sleep together as always, and in the morning you’ll be baptised by the morning dew and the fresh brewed coffee. Much like today, you’ll laze in the fields with me, and when the time comes for you to leave, I'll give you my blessing, and my hopes as always, for you to come back to me.”

“So forget duty, when you are with me. If you are cursed I will be your balm. If there is rot in you I will scrape it out, and use it as fertilizer for my garden.“ He scoffs under his breath.

“You think this is a burden easy to unlade.”

“Yes, if you would only just let it. For by my decree, the Twilight sword shall be laid to rest in my presence, for I will be it's sheathe.” You only half jest and he looks at you quizzically.

“Did you just make an innuendo–”

“--And your words shall always be sweet, for my kisses shall honey your breath.” You kiss him to emphasize, or to quiet him, and he leans into you with a shudder, like a cat seeking affection, only something more desperate.

“If you care not for starlight, I will fasten you a crown of dandelions,” you continue. “And garb you in silks and sighs.”

“Fanciful daydreams,” He mutters, eyes closed. You trace the faint veins on his eyelids , violet blue in the dappled sunlight. 'Like crocuses.'

“Not when I’m with you,” you shake your head. “I’ll make them a reality, I swear. On all the love I have for you.”

He shakes his head in answer, a denial ready on his lips.

“The Twilight sword––”

“As I said– Shall be laid to rest in my presence.” You look at him as if to dare him to refute. He doesn’t.

You turn tender. You scot closer, practically in his lap now, if only to see his lashes flutter, pupils dilating.

“If you do not worship a god you may worship me, as I do you. That is your fate.”

“...Alright.” He sighs then, shakes his head, as to rid himself of the trance you put him under. He stands, and offers a hand to you.

“Alright then. Let your words be what I live by–I am yours, if you so say.”

You take his hand and head home.

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📼💪 Hanta Sero: i have a lot of memories of him coming up to me and making observational jokes? like, endless hilarious jokes about really unexpected things

🍡🌌 Ochaco Uraraka: the poor girl was lacking funds and that resulted in some! very upsetting behavior! so i tried to make sure the student's fridge was always full and i got her a bunch of junk food and snacks all the time. i gave her an extra card i had and i also went a little overboard and got some room decorations and posters and stuff for her. she was the reason i changed the former policy that Might Tower's student outreach programs had, my dumb ass had not realized what was going on b4

📚🪆 Momo Yayorozu: the leader of the girl's sleepover squad. she was always getting new nail polish or types of tea or hair care products or face masks for all the girls to try together at a sleepover. and how do i know this? well, you'll never guess who was invited as an "honorary girl" to most of these sleepovers. it was shoto! betcha didn't see that coming. i was also there, haha!

🌑🐦‍⬛ Fumikage Tokoyami: he would write and share poetry often! it was pretty insightful and beautiful, and occasionally it would inspire his classmates bc i remember tsu sharing a few poems too

😈🗡️ Dark Shadow: dark shadow was such a disturbance in class until we started treating them like an actual person 😂 it made me rethink a lot of subtle rules that Nezu had, bc tokoyami's grades increased dramatically and dark shadow was able to perform better in P.E. when they knew the other parts of the lesson plan. who'd'a thunk it (this anime is a psychological horror)

🥊⛰️ Ejiro Kirishima: kirishima was so positive and supportive that you wouldn't expect him to struggle with negative self talk, but sometimes one on one tutoring got a little heavy! knowing his goals and inspirations helped me to give him pep talks and hype him up, and i also remember recommending a few movies, plus a documentary on crimson riot that he said he had never seen before. i told him i dye my hair too (bleach)

🪩🎭 Yuga Aoyama: after the whole. well. plot thing, he was so sad and so scared, but everyone in the class was very supportive and tried to be a good friend to him! he confided in me about feelings of guilt and shame sometimes, and i was grateful to be able to reassure him. it was also cool to be able to reassure him about having a quirk he wasn't born with, bc same hat.

🦁🥋 Mashirao Ojirou: we watched all of the star wars movies in 30 minute to an hour sessions after tutoring. his hero costume was inspired by luke skywalker's outfit in a new hope. it kind of ruled

👾💗 Mina Ashido: pinky helped me figure out a bunch of stretching routines for the class, especially her peers who had different body plans or muscle tension. tutoring her was more like her tutoring me half the time!!

🪞💡 Toru Hagakure: her quirk awakening was so cool, she got skilled enough at it to make bizarre glowing checkerboard patterns move across her body. she looked like a glitched minecraft texture sometimes, it was awesome

🐙🥷 Mezo Shoji: he was part of the poetry club and he also could play the sanshin (i think. it was tall and had three strings and he used a pick or his fingers). he was shy in front of groups but he was a beautiful performer and i might have cried the first time i heard him play

🍰🍬 Rikido Sato: he was so sweet and sensitive that he was one of the only people who could hold kouda's rabbit. i was in his room all the time because he kept baking me treats

🐇🕊️Koji Kouda: lemme tell you, this guy's quirk in the middle of summer when all the ants start trying to come indoors? game changer. one of my favorite things about him is he would baa like a sheep sometimes.

🚏⛑️ Tenya Iida: one time he ran out of glasses by breaking them all and he had to wear prescription swim googles until his replacements arrived. pure game, legends only

🎤🎚️ Kyoka Jirou: she made some seriously killer remixes in her free time, it was so awesome being able to hear them, like itching part of my brain. extremely stimmy hyperpop shawn wasabi core stuff, bangers only

🔥🧊 Shoto Todoroki: he had this ongoing theme where he would get mismatched red and white stuff, like pairs of shoes, which matched his hair colors. i remember him getting both vanilla and strawberry whenever he would get sweets, and he had this big knit blanket that was half white and half red that he used in the common area sometimes

🐸🌧️ Tsuyu Asui: tsu would ask the most interesting questions sometimes. like sometimes you'd just be sitting there in the common room doing something else, and she'd come up to you and then read you so severely it'd give me whiplash. i saw a few students react... poorly, to this, at times, but i think it was a testament to how observant tsu was that she could pinpoint not only someone's insecurities but even a few explanations for those insecurities, accurately. and some of her classmates seemed to really appreciate being so Seen and Known. definitely a trait that's valuable in a hero!! extremely awkward when she called me out on my hygiene due to my mental health 😂

🍇⛓️‍💥 Minoru Mineta: i dunno how to say this but in my canon she was trans. idk. an integral member of the girl's sleepover squad. as soon as she felt accepted she became the most cool and chill person ever, everyone loved her

🥦🐰 Izuku Midoriya: pretty much the most common activity Izuku did besides work out was sit next to me with his notebook and write stuff about me in it. he had a ruler or sometimes a measuring tape that he would use, and i would catch him measuring random parts of my body when i wasn't looking and writing it down. dude knew the exact length of my wrinkles and what not. just complete fanboy behavior, he had his hyperfixation on lock

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🎞️♟️ Sir Nighteye: one of the most common memories i have is this repeated situation that i put us through where i had a crush on him, right? so i would be on the verge of confessing or kissing him or holding his hand but then he would use his quirk on me and see that i was about to do that and then he would get so flustered that i wouldn't. which is changing the future btw jsyk

🛡️⌨️ David Shield: shout out to that one semester of college where whenever i went to find david he was in the labs working without eating or sleeping, listening to ABBA on repeat. what a legend.

🔎👔 Naomasa Tsukauchi: when i met his sister for the first time then it suddenly explained like so much about him. he also helped me connect with an organization to foster kittens when i was rescuing them outside of work. we would text each other memes

👁️❌ Eraserhead: aizawa had this secret evil sixth sense where he could just tell whenever i was smoking and would magically appear out of nowhere (feeding stray alley cats) and catch me in the act (trying to quit)(not succeeding)(nicotine gum did not help)

🔊🎙️ Present Mic: president michael's radio show was extremely popular so whenever he would do a call challenge then his work phone would be destroyed with incoming messages. he was pretty much always ringing off the hook with work stuff but it was insurmountable on giveaway days.

🪤🔒 Midnight: we would go out drinking with her friends a lot, sometimes with coworkers but sometimes she would introduce me to all sorts of folks. she was extremely social and popular??!

👻🗃️ Ectoplasm: he flipping loved karaoke, he would only go out with any of us if we were going to do karaoke. he would use his quirk to sing harmonies. he also did jigsaw puzzles in the common area sometimes, and sudoku.

⚕️🌀 Thirteen: she had such a messed up sleep schedule dude, so when we figured out that we had the same taste in tv then the dorm couch became like. a crash pad. usually one of us was leaving a recently vacated depression nest of blankets and snacks with a nature documentary playing

🚧🏢 Cementoss: ken was such a sweetheart he was always giving me sweets and trying to care for my wellbeing. he liked nature documentaries too so he was part of the late night cuddle puddle often, altho he usually went to bed instead of sleeping on the couch

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Tech DOES NOT Mess Around with Cybersecurity [excerpt from a longer, TBB mission fic]

Republic specialists at Cyber Ops Squad try to spy on the Boys of the Havoc Marauder. They get their asses handed to them (in a sparkly gift bag).

Basis: A snippet from Chap. 15 of long-form TBB fic called ‘Success Rate’ that can be found here. These two regs just helped Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker rescue Tech and Echo from a brutal ordeal in captivity. How'd these mysterious regs meet Tech before all of it went down? Hunter and Crosshair find out… and sympathize.

Length: 3,100 words

CW: swearing and mentions of adult themes

An hour or so goes by, and Hunter and Crosshair are still up in Serpent Squad's shop, swapping stories with Easy and Slowpoke. By now, several more of Easy's guys have wandered over to meet the two Bad Batch commandos and revisit some of the epic tales that are being told. There are still a few guys at their various watch stations, but the ones who’ve been relieved seem to be forgoing their racks and personal time to join in on the fun.

"So lemme get this straight," Hunter says to his and Crosshair's new mates: the OIC and AOIC of a highly secretive, highly reserved, gang of radar operators and crypto specialists. "You two were both ARC Troopers when you deployed to Geonosis, but you got hurt and now you're both cryptos. And you met Tech... when you were doing deep dives into encrypted networks?"

"I know it sounds mental," Easy affirms. "But it's the damn truth. Cadet's honor."

"Well,” Hunter says, first and foremost, “I’m sorry you boys got hurt.”

"Thanks, vod. Yeah, we were sorry too when they yanked our ARC designations," Easy says. "Not sorry right away, though. What happened was me and Slopes were caught in a bad blast during the final push. But it was all the typical injuries you know? We still finished the job and all."

"It was only later we learned we'd both sustained some pretty serious TBIs," Slowpoke adds. "When we tried to go back to duty after everything on the outside had healed, we were having a lot of trouble."

"Still do," Easy continues. "Slopes has these violent seizures now and then. It's really hard on him. And me, I get some nasty vertigo pretty often. Can't tell which way's up or down... it's madness! Also—not that my mind was a durasteel trap before—but my short-term memory’s just garbage now."

"The first time vertigo happened to him, we were in formation," shares Slowpoke as he takes a careful sip from his beer. "All of a sudden, he keels over and starts hugging the deck like the ship was going belly-up. Our CO was furious because he thought Easy was takin' the piss. I mean... we all did. But when he looked up at me, green as Endor moss, I knew something was horribly wrong."

"Yup. Then, not long after, Slopes kept getting 'the shakes' more often, and it became clear that both of us were still affected by whatever that blast did to our brains,” Easy adds, amiably. “Our CO transferred us to medical for eval and treatment, but the long-necks never could cure us. They put us on meds, and the meds do help, but we'll always have symptoms. They wanted to decommission us."

"How'd you dodge it?" asks Crosshair.

"Yeah," Hunter says, also craving to know how a medical decision made by one or more Kaminoans was thwarted. "The long-necks are heartless and stubborn when they deem a vod can't perform as promised."

"Kenobi," Easy says simply. "He heard we were being decommed, then he made other plans for us before the Kaminoans followed through."

"He said he 'negotiated' our 'lateral transfer,'" Slowpoke adds. "But really, we think he pulled us out of there and somehow hid us in Skywalker's inventory. We think he assigned us to crypto because there's not a whole lot of people who even have the clearance to look at our muster sheet."

"That and crypto at a top-tier command is probably the last place the Kaminoans would expect two infirm, unsound, adrenaline-addicted ex-ARCs to wind up," says Easy, grinning around the growing circle of brothers. "But here we are!"

"Here we are," Slowpoke agrees.

"And it’s a pretty good gig too, eh, fellas?" Easy says, turning his head to include everyone within earshot.

There's an excited murmur of assent from around the room.

"We do miss working directly for Kenobi, though," says Easy, sounding a little forlorn. "But he kept us close enough by stashing us with Skywalker's crew. We still see him every now and then. Plus, they're so close that if you're working with one, you're pretty much directly working with the other too."

"I can see that," Hunter tells the group, thinking about all the times he's seen the two men joined at the hip both in battle and in banter.

"Works for us," says Slowpoke. "Plus, we figure the best way to show Kenobi our gratitude is to look after Skywalker."

"Yeah. Just not in the same way we used to on the ground," says Easy. "But with crypto and espionage and slicing instead. Digging up intel and cyber-sneaking around enemy databases and frequencies."

"You're good at what you do," Hunter reminds them, thinking about how instrumental Serpent squad was in helping the Batch retrieve Tech and Echo. "Can't see how anyone could stay off your radar. Or how they could keep intel hidden from you if it's something you guys really want."

Easy and Slowpoke share a wry grin and a few mutters and sniggers break out around the room. Vexed by Serpent squad's communal reaction, Hunter and Crosshair glance around curiously, feeling very much on the outside of an inside joke.

"We're not laughing at you," Easy tells them sincerely. "Promise. We're laughing because it's so damn ironic you would say that."

"Oh... yeah?" Hunter says, still unsure. "Why's that?"

"Bet I know why," drawls Crosshair, revelation dawning on his sharp features.

"Why then?" Hunter asks him.

"They tried their little tricks on Tech," mutters Crosshair pensively. Then turning to Easy and Slowpoke. "Didn't you? And he knew it."

"At the heart of it," Slowpoke says, "that's exactly why.

"We weren't 'trying our tricks' on Tech, specifically," Easy clarifies. "We were doing a routine breaching exercise and Havoc Marauder was just one of the ships on our scopes. We didn't know anything about her but her name and designation, so we wanted to give it a go. Plus, Slopes and I were still relatively new here at the time, and our brass was adamant that we prove our worth."

"Yeah, we were new, but we'd already done a hundred tests on a hundred different ships,” says Slowpoke.

”And we'd cracked all of them without breaking a sweat. So there we were, dumb and cocky enough to think that spying on Havoc Marauder would be like spying on all the others," Easy adds frankly. "We soon learned the hard way that we were wrong."

"Oh man," Hunter says, feeling like he finally knows where this story's headed. "Wha'd he do when he detected you guys?"

"He identified himself as Marauder to confirm your vessel. And then he warned us fair and square," Easy says. "Said he'd recognized our efforts to slice into Marauder's mainframe and that they'd just be futile. Told us to turn back, or he'd be compelled to retaliate."

"And, what?" Crosshair asks. "You thought the arrogant nerd was bluffing?"

"Of course, we thought he was bluffing," Slowpoke tells him.

"Yeah, by then, we'd looked on the GAR universal database and saw who you guys were, and we figured the one called 'Tech' was on the comms,” Easy adds. “We thought you guys were too specialized to bother with crypto know-how, and we thought our advanced training and equipment platforms would give us the upper hand in this challenge. So we went right ahead with it, trying to show Marauder who was boss."

"He warned us one more time before he counterattacked. And then..." adds Slowpoke. "And then he made us learn just who the kriff we were dealing with."

"How?" drawls Crosshair.

"Then all of our display screens went dark for a few seconds," Easy says. "And when they recovered, a little feature film was playing for our enjoyment. On all of them."

"Oh no..." Hunter says, only daring to imagine what Tech had in store for them at that moment.

"An adult feature film," Slowpoke supplies.

"No way!" Hunter says, hooting in unison with Crosshair.

"And I know what you're thinking," Easy says, cracking up at the memory. "You're thinking, 'oh yeah, like you've never had one of those tacky vids passed around the barracks,' right? Well, it wasn't just any smut film, fellas. It was all Hutts."

The collective groan that sounds out through the rollicking atmosphere of the room only makes everyone laugh even harder.

"But-but! Not just Hutts!" Easy chokes, fighting back tears of mirth. "They were fucking ancient, elderly, old Hutts."

"Probably the sickest shit I've ever beheld," says Slowpoke, collecting himself just enough to put some sincerity behind the remark.

"And that's saying something!" comments one of the boys Hunter hasn't met yet, and Slowpoke looks on, playfully peeved and casually brandishing his middle finger.

"How long did he let it go on?" asks Hunter, almost afraid to find out.

"A good hour," Easy tells him. "And by then, we were on our humble knees, begging him to relinquish control before any of the brass caught on, or we'd all be sent up! And he did, just in the knick of time. So, that's the story of how we met Tech.”

"And," Slowpoke adds, "we've been friends ever since."

"Friends?" Crosshair grumbles. "You all then just decided you wanted some dangerous slicing maniac as your friend?"

"Yeah, why not?" Easy says. "He was perfectly civil about warning us, and we were the ones who bit off more than we could chew. I would have done the same thing he did if someone was trying to mess with my guys' info, and I had to teach them a lesson they'd never forget."

"True," Crosshair agrees. "He was protecting us. Sounds like it did the trick."

"Sure did," says Slowpoke. "But we couldn't help but like him.”

”Yeah so we stayed in touch. We see him logged in as "Marauder" at some of the virtual Crypto conferences that we attend for training,” says Easy. “We always say hey, and he does too. But, collectively, we never messed with Marauder again after that."

"Collectively," Slowpoke reiterates. "Doesn't mean we're above having some of the shinies give it a go on their own when they're getting too big for their britches."

"Yeah, whenever we get students or rookies who come through thinking they're real hot shit," Easy says. "We send them right to Tech. We have them do a test in which they target Marauder, and Tech takes care of them for us. You know, knocks them down a peg or two."

"How does Tech only target one guy at a time if they're working out of your shop?" Hunter asks.

"Well, we can't tell you how he does it because we have no karking idea," says Easy.

"None whatsoever," Slowpoke adds.

"But, we can gladly tell you what he does. It's different every time, but he'll usually send out a mass message from their personal account with something ridiculous typed in the body of it. We've actually got them all saved somewhere..."

Easy then swivels around in his chair to address the gathered members of Serpent squad.

"Oi, Serpent," he says to them. "Whose got that list of messages that were sent whenever we've had shinies try to spy on Marauder?

"Got it right here, boss," says a clone from Easy's squad, tapping and scrolling on the datapad at his console.

"Yes, Timbre, well done!" Easy then swivels back to Hunter and Crosshair. "Hunter, Crosshair, meet Timbre. He's gonna do a dramatic reading of some of the good ones. Aren't you, vod?"

"Can do Sarge," the reg says readily, clearing his throat. "Let's see... oh here's a good one. This one was from a rookie whose unit was here for training before they went on to check in aboard Tranquility."

To everyone's delight, the reg called Timbre stands up out of his seat to make sure everyone can hear, then takes on a serious tone of voice to read out the messages.

"Good morning, brothers. Sorry to bother, but does anyone have a spare set of sheets I could borrow for my rack? I pissed in mine again last night and they're absolutely ruined. Thanks in advance."  

"Damn, Tech," Hunter hears Crosshair whisper fondly as the room erupts into more laughter.

"That one got sent to our whole battalion and the battalion he was due to check in with a few days later," Slowpoke adds happily.

"That one's one of my favorites," Easy says admiringly. "Timbre, give us another."

"Sure thing, boss," says Timbre.

Hunter finds himself wondering if Timbre is Serpent squad's designated orator when it comes to recitation of the absolutely absurd.

"Any requests?" asks the reg before sharing another.

"Do the aftershave one!" shouts somebody on watch at a comms console.

"You got it," Timbre says readily, as he repeats the same process but with a slightly different voice this time so that the audience knows a different rookie is now speaking.

"Hey Fellas!!!! Does anyone know what that alluring aftershave is that Commander Cody uses? I just passed him in the p-way and it made my mouth water. Can't get it off my mind and thinking of trying it out for myself. Cheers!"  

"Hells! Tell me Cody didn't see that one," says Hunter, eyes going wide but with a guilty grin.

"He did," Slowpoke reports mildly. "From some ass-licker down in Air Frames who was trying to make chief at the time. And the Commander was fuming.”

"Ahhh, he sure was!" Easy agrees wistfully. "We actually caught flak for that one too, because it's literally our job to stop external tampering of any kind. And I just had tuck tail and say 'sir, look, if we knew how this guy was doing it, we'd put an end to it.' But, as you guess, that didn't really cut it for ole Code-y."

"'This guy',"  Crosshair repeats curiously. "You didn't rat on Tech?"

"'Course not, Crosshair, you sullen prick!" says Easy, playfully cuffing the sniper on the chest. "Kriff, you're pessimistic! We were the ones who set that loud-mouth, blowhard shiny into Tech's lair to begin with. And it's well-known Bad Batch gets far less free time than most."

"Yeah," Slowpoke agrees. "He's doing us a huge favor every time he gives arrogant new guys like that a good lick because it's arrogance that could cost our operations everything. Plus we bounce ideas off him all the time. We kinda lean on him here and there."

"Also, it was a nice reality check for those of us who were thinking we'd take another swing at Marauder's database," Easy admits. "Some of us thought we could find a way past Tech's defenses. But the truth was, we'd just forgotten that if we tried to mess with the wampa, we were gonna wake up, swinging by our ankles, in his cave."

"He did feel bad though when we told him Cody had us on scullery duty for a week after the incident," says Slowpoke. "After that, he stopped including anyone else in the narratives by name."

"Let's hear another message, Sarge," someone requests.

"Alright one more," Easy allows after consulting with and sharing a knowing look with his number two. "But just the one or we could be doin' this all night. Pick another good one for our honored guests, lads."

"The one about the butterfly!" shouts a Serpent reg, to an outpour of general agreement.

"No, do the one about the dance recital!" cries another to a similar level of assent.

"Both are fantastic, but let's have the butterfly," says Easy, swiftly and expertly breaking the tie. "Go for it, Timbre."

"Butterfly it is," says Timbre, preparing for one last little speech.

Hey comrades! I'm looking for a tattoo artist onboard... anyone have any good recs? Preferably someone good with colors because I'd like a maridun butterly on my lower back. And also, someone with a tender touch. I've extra sensitive skin and I cried a lot last time because it really, really hurt. Best regards.  

"Oh shit!" Easy exclaims. "He straight castrated that bloke!"

"He kriffing deserved it, if my memory serves," reasons Slowpoke, casually sipping his drink. "And it does."

...

Hunter and Crosshair laugh heartily together as Easy moves to finally break up the fun. The reg sergeant sends those on watch back to their stations, while Slowpoke sends those who aren't down to their barracks to get some rest. After the shop returns to a general state of order, the four clones sit together peacefully once again.

"And thus concludes the adventure of how we met your Tech long before the mishap with the Bounty Hunters," Easy declares as he pours another round for each of them.

"Well, the story officially did not disappoint," Hunter says, clinking his glass on Slowpoke's. "And to be honest, it's probably the least controversial thing Tech's accomplished with his… skills."

"Where does he even come up with that stuff? I mean, he really doesn't mess around," says Easy, still laughing. "And worse, he looks a bit funny ya know? Like someone you could mess with at the cantina. But he's a kriffing savage, he is."

"He is on another level," Hunter agrees fondly.

"He's on his own level," Slowpoke says in a sudden moment of mindfulness. "Bet it gets lonely."

"It did," Crosshair tells the reg flatly. "But that was before Echo. Now, Tech has a partner when it comes to perpetrating cyber crimes."

"That's trouble," says Easy, sounding blissfully intrigued. "Oh right, Echo! I keep forgetting that Echo's got a whole new skillset these days. Hey, do you think Echo would know how to get past Tech's security and then help us finally retaliate? Maybe he'd sympathize as one former ARC to another."

"Fuck no," says Crosshair with a dry bark of cruel laughter. "Fuck. No. And he's still an ARC."

By now, Easy and Slowpoke both understand Crosshair's aversion to sugarcoating anything. But Hunter senses that they're still startled at the rigidly abrupt change in the sharpshooter's tone. As his brother and batchmate, Hunter knows Crosshair meant nothing more than emphasis by it, so he readily smooths over any ambiguity felt by the regs.

"What my charming scout sniper means," Hunter says with a laugh and a relaxed smile. "Is sorry, that's not happening, fellas. Our ARC’s all business. He doesn’t trouble himself with devious pranks and scruples when there's work to be done.”

"Well, that and he'd never tell you," Crosshair mutters, taking a sip from his beer. "Those two have been inseparable since within hours of knowing each other. It's revolting."

"That’s true," Hunter adds. "They kinda just meshed from the start. I don't think you could even drive a lightsaber between them at this point."

"Fuck," says Easy, cautiously admiring them. "Well, cheers to them being on our side, eh boys?"

"Cheers," Hunter says in unison with Crosshair and Slowpoke as they bang their glasses together and take a long draught.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope it made you smile! Reblogs, critiques, corrections, comments, and new ideas are welcome. Have a great day : ]

Easy and Slowpoke ("Slopes") are two OCs that roll over from another fic hehe! Easy is sort of a cross between Hunter and Wrecker and Slopes is almost a cross between Crosshair and Tech, and I've grown rather fond of these two helpful boys.

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Title: A Little Fun With--- Alfie***

Words: 3.9k

Warning: Mild Cursing, NSFW, Fun, Crude Language, Mild C*m Play, Glove Free Lovin, Kink Talk/Play

Summary: Just a fictional assumption in a few categories of this beautiful man above. Of course, he's with you. So, self-insert. Yaay!

Note: So I am going to try something in sort of a headcanon format and see how it plays out. BTW this is how I write headcanons and it may be wrong. I don't care. I have a few of these for different celebs and characters I write for so look out for others. I've titled this the "A Little Fun With--- Series". Everything is standalone and each addition will be headlining someone new.

Note II: Stop by, tell me what you think. Is there a topic/category you would like me to add? I have a pretty big list already but lemme know I'm curious.

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Sensitivity?

His body isn’t all that sensitive as a whole but there are definitely parts that are.

For instance, his ears are one of his erogenous zones that will begin getting him in the mood.

His neck is also pretty sensitive to little nips of the teeth and sucking.

However when you touch his legs that really gets him going especially rubbing his thigh slowly. Doesn’t matter where you are or what time it is, he is ready to pounce on you.

So of course it’s something you take advantage of every single opportunity you get.

At home watching movies for the night of course your hand misses the popcorn bowl resting on both your thighs and you lay your hand atop his knee. He is focused on the movie, but that Sagittarius brain can focus on a few things at a time and your hand on his knee is one of them.

You’ll keep it there for a few moments to avoid suspicion and just when you think he’s not expecting it you will slide your hand higher along his thigh taking in the lean and tight muscles there.

No matter how interesting the movie is, you have his full attention now and you being the master of seduction know just what to do with said attention.

When you’re with him as his date to the BAFTAs and you’re seated next to him with him paying close attention to the presenters and winners trying to absorb everything he can, again he is a Sag, you place your hand gently on the middle of his thigh. It automatically flexes as he’s so attuned to your touch.

He’ll return the favor and place a strong possessive hand on your thigh under the table making sure his long slender fingers grip your fleshy inner thigh.

You will then inch your hand higher and higher until you feel his eyes beaming a hole into the side of your head because he’s caught on to your plan.

“Be careful, darling, I am not so British that I won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom to have my way with you.” That is his only warning as he squeezes your thigh letting you know he means every word.

Yeah, our cutie is sensitive alright.

Favorite Part Of You?

Oh boy, he is a sucker for your gorgeous face in whatever form you put it.

Little to no makeup? Loves it. He’ll always be leaning into you to whisper in your ear; “You’re so gorgeous. How’d I get so lucky?”

Face beat to perfection? He’s completely heart eyes and refuses to not touch you while out together. Though he is not obsessively possessive, he does like to stake his claim.

If you get too much male attention it doesn’t make him insecure though. He’s pretty secure in the fact that he knows you’re his.

Alfie is also a sucker for a great pair of legs. They don’t have to be long and lean. He just loves nice legs.

Moisturized, glistening, slim, doesn’t matter. However, he thoroughly believes thick thighs save lives.

Just as you know thigh touching turns him on and will do it just for the fuck of it, he will grab your thighs or feel on your legs just for the fuck of it too.

You could be out together in broad daylight in the middle of the park having a picnic and he’ll grab you by your thighs and pull you to him keeping his large hands on them. It’s his world.

Sitting taking a coffee or hot chocolate break while shopping in winter? Your thighs are the best spot for his hands to warm up and he’ll often push them through your crossed legs not caring who sees it.

Hips. Good heavens. The number of times his hands will grip your hips says more about him than you. He loves a set of great hips. He’s practically obsessed.

 You will often watch as his eyes are glued to your hips when you reveal your lingerie for the night. You’ll peel it off torturously slow just to rile him up and make sure your hips are the very last thing you reveal.

“Bloody hell, love. I’m so hard for you. C’mere.” His voice is deep, accent thick, eyes hooded, and mouth half open.

His hands are on your hips before you even take two steps toward him.

The next morning, you wake up with plenty of marks along your thighs and hips, all his tokens of absolute loyalty to you.

This is a man who knows what he likes and takes it without fear. Sag is the Ram after all.

Bottom Or Top?

Depends on what his mood calls for. There are times when he loves and cannot say no to you on top so he can not only sit back and enjoy the sensations but also enjoy the show. Remember Sag is like a sponge they can soak multiple things up at once.

These times he finds himself getting lost in the roll of your body as you rock back and forth on him. He’s been known to get so enthralled with watching you that his pleasure increases tenfold and inevitably he cums sooner than expected.

Don’t fret that doesn’t mean he’s done though. Multiple rounds are a common thing in your house and because you know what buttons to push when you’re on top you like to see how long he’ll last.

“It’s all fun and games until 9 months from now you’re holding someone with my eyes, pretty girl.”

He thinks that’s a threat to you, but it only makes you more brazen and when you get wild like that it only fuels him to be freakier.

A lot of times Alfie likes to be on top, it doesn’t matter the particular position at all. If he’s on top, he’s plowing you raw no in between.

On top with you on your back? Fuck yes, he loves to watch the faces you make as he fills you to the hilt. He particularly loves it when your eyes roll to the back of your head in different directions.

On top with you on your knees? Say less. Backshots give him the chance to grip as tight as he wants to those hips of yours while watching your ass wave with each and every thrust.

“Your tight little cunt loves my cock, I can tell by how she squeezes me, love.”

Mans is just super obsessed with every inch of you.

Self-Lovin or No Self Lovin?

When you’re away or he’s away, Alfie is pretty restrained and able to push off the need for physical gratification for a good length of time. He’ll distract himself with other things like work, or reading, exploring, and things of that sort.

Before you he’d been known to go months and months without needing to hook up with anyone, and maybe 2 months without needing to jerk off. Since you, it’s a slightly different story.

If either of you are out of town it’s a nightly occurrence while you’re on video call with one another. It’s never planned or anything, it just always happens because he sees you, hears your voice and he wants you.

In the middle of him asking you about your day and you giving a detailed rundown you’ll notice his hand disappear and when you bring it to his attention he’ll give you that amazing double cheek dimpled grin that screams shy innocent schoolboy who’s just been caught doing something naughty.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t even realize it. I was just listening to your voice, and I wanted you.”

“My voice? So you don’t even need to see any skin anymore?”

Hearing the tease in your voice he’ll begin openly stroking himself drawing your eyes to the motions of his large hand.

“Damn, I wish it was your hand.”

Seeing how tightly he’s gripping himself you take it as your cue to tempt him further. You’ll lower your robe so he sees your bare breasts then cup them so he can imagine his cock right between them.

"Fucking—so beautiful, love.”

It doesn’t take him long from there. His pants and whimpers fill the room as his hand jerks his cock faster and faster. You watch him come undone shooting stream after stream onto his bare abdomen.

If you’re together the only time he is jerking off is if you’re not feeling well enough to please him and if that happens he’ll go to take a shower, come back, and be back in control.

Again, a Sag through and through.

Quick Release or Duracell Battery?

Neither and both, if that makes sense. Remember how he is completely at your disposal because he’s so head over heels? You are his weakness so some nights and some positions he’s done in fifteen minutes but will re-up for round 2 of 10. Better believe that those 15 minutes will leave you hoarse and breathless though.

Alfie taps your ass as your face is down in the pillow still trying to catch your breath. “Come back here.”

“Wait baby, I need a minute.”

“You had two. I’m sure you have at least 4 more in you.” He’s tapping your ass again before he manually rises your hips bringing your ass up to him. Your face remains in the pillow.

“Mmm, such a gorgeous bum!” Alfie drops a heavy hand across it making you whimper and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t whimper love, I’ll give you what you want.”

Seconds later you’re feeling his lips between your legs bringing you back to life and just like that the start bell has rung for round 2.

Usually, you’re the one tapping out long before he’s fully satiated.

Lingerie or Costumes?

Oh, Alfie is all about the lingerie.

He thinks is versatile and can even serve as a costume.

He loves to just watch you walk around the house in loungewear that looks like lingerie. It’s become so normal that you don’t notice the way he watches you, but he notices you every time you are wearing something he likes.

So what does he like? It depends. If you’re lounging around the house he prefers sweet and innocent things with hints of sexiness.

Lace and frill usually always get his attention. Maybe it’s a sensory thing and Sags always using all their senses.

You’ll be cooking dinner in a cute but sexy matching two-piece set that is see-through showing him hints and peeks of your luscious skin and he’ll forget about whatever he’s doing and do it in the kitchen while you cook. He’s not there to keep you company, he’s there to be a perv and watch you lean over, bend over, squat down, reach high, and get splashes of water on yourself.

He thinks you don’t know but you do. Hello, no one needs to bend over to their toes to look inside the dishwasher every 5 or so minutes. No one.

If it’s a night of fun he likes things a lot sexier and more sensual.

Is it tight and fitted across your body? Good.

Does it showcase your killer curves and amazing assets? Thank heavens.

Is it in his favorite color or turquoise? Yes, please.

Is it strappy or has multiple pieces? Send—help!

The second he sees you in any of these you know he’ll control himself until the very last moment but be tortured the entire time.

He likes to watch your body move in it, likes to see you bend over for him. He’s known to snap straps against your skin because he likes the sound it makes.

For Alfie, lingerie is like an hors ‘d oeu vres before the appetizer and he loves to take part.

Quiet or Moaner?

This man is a moan stifler. He wants you to know how good you’re making him feel but in the same breath, he doesn’t want you to know because he knows you’ll just take the opportunity to go berserk on him.

Alfie will moan, pant, whisper your name and even grunt out explicatives letting his accent come through sporadically. Usually, he chooses other ways to let you know that you’re fucking him good.

His hands will roam and grip you never staying in one place too long.

The tighter his grip the more your kitty kat has him at dangerous levels of losing his shit.

However, he can try to remain as tight-lipped as he wants because when you hear him suck in a breath as if he’s just touched a hot pot and feels the instant pain you know you have him.

The sound is his tell and you’ve never told him that you know it.

You’re bouncing on top of him, back and body arched backward, hands planted just atop his knees with your head held back enjoying every sensation of his long shaft hitting you right where you want it.

When you begin grinding your hips that’s when you hear it; the sound is followed by a guttural but half-stifled groan. A mischievous smirk spreads your face as you up the ante and clench around him. That’s when you hear his whimper. The whimper of a man who has just let it slip that he’s begging you for mercy.

However, there is no mercy here. You won’t be satisfied until he’s shouting your name. It doesn’t take long before you finally hear it.

“Aah, yes, yes, baby, yes Y/N.” Each word is slightly higher pitched than the last. Alfie moans ending on a whimper as you milk him dry.

Try as he may, quiet is not an option with you.

Eater or Naw? Eating Style?

Wow, wow, wow! First of all, Sag loves oral pleasure. Receiving! Giving! He loves it and is in it to win it until you scream from it! And scream from it you do—on a daily.

Alfie loves to torture you with it too. He loves to go excruciatingly slow as if he is repainting the Mona Lisa with his tongue on your kat.

Eating you is no quick affair for him. It is not a spread, lick and done. It is an event, thee entire meal and adventure and he treats it like your pleasure is the most important thing to him. Bless his heart.

He’ll torture you with teasing licks, kisses, and nibbles across your inner thighs (the ones he loves so much).

Then he’ll pepper kisses across your cunt being sure to tell you just what he thinks of it.

“Such a pretty little cunt you have love.”

When he starts to use his tongue you’re soaking wet and shaking from anticipation. Just the way he likes you.

He doesn’t go for your clit like you want he traces your lips then frustrates you when he kisses your inner thighs again.

“For fuck’s sake put your lips on my pussy, now!”

Of course, he loves when you go feral, but he isn’t a cruel man. Once you’ve reached that point he shows some mercy and gives you what you want.

However, once you’ve cum all over his mouth he doesn’t stop. It’s his mission to make you cum again and again and get you to the point where you are begging him to fuck you from how sensitive you are.

His response to how much of a mess he’s made you?

“All you had to do was ask, love.”

The man gets a gold medal and an A in the sport.

Any Kinks?

DTF. DTF. DTF. Simply put? The man is down to fuck and explore any kink once. He is a man who likes to read, research and believes you never stop learning and likes to be well-rounded.

Don’t let his innocent face fool you. He can get into some wild stuff given the chance and the right partner. He believes pleasure is a good thing and everyone deserves it.

Since he is spontaneous his kinks can come out of nowhere.

You’re sitting in the park late at night enjoying the skyline view and he’s directing your hand to his crotch.

You’ll protest from shock of course. “We’re in the open.”

“So. No one is even here. Sit on my lap.”

You’ll look next to you a few feet away and see another couple sitting just like you watching the skyline. You’re thinking either he’s blind or insane. That’s when he’ll whisper in your ear.

“I want to make you cum right here, right now.”

You are wide-eyed and unsure of what has come over him. You try to convince him that they’ll hear you if he does that. His slow wicked smirk comes next.

“I know princess. I want them to hear you and know what we’re doing. I want them to know how well I’m fucking you. Now sit on my lap.”

Impossibly possible he’s made you soaking wet just from that sentence alone and sure enough in no time at all he’s making you cum as you screech his name through your clenched jaws and he’s staring right at the couple who has given you their undivided attention.

The man has no shame.

It’s a common practice for Alfie to whip out the cuffs or the rope to tie you to something because he loves being in control and seeing you tied up unable to move while he has free rein over your body and every aspect of your pleasure makes him harder than fire blown glass.

The night he surprised you with a brand-new sex swing was an unforgettable night that left you voiceless for two days.

Then the night he sat back and watched another man shamelessly flirt with you also was in your top unforgettable nights. It ended up with him pulling you into a dark corner and fucking you up against a wall with his hand around your throat. It was the night you realized your kinks aligned.

You went home and played around with a dom and sub scenario that even included him playing the sub once.

His freak flag flies high as well as his kink flag.

Where Does He Put It?

Since the 2nd-ish month of your relationship, you haven’t worn any condoms.

After you’d both been honest with each other about your pasts, been vulnerable with one another to declare your true intentions with one another, and gotten tested then there was really no reason in either of your minds.

You’d always been on BC for better menstrual management and that was now your primary means of protection.

So, Alfie is usually always finishing right where he likes—inside of you.

The first time he did it with your permission you noticed how much he’d cum. Then you noticed how mesmerized he was by it.

He was transfixed with thrusting in and out of you slowly to see his seed slowly seep out as he withdrew.

“Shiiit, that’s so hot.”

He’d continue dipping in and out of you while watching your combined fluids interact.

When he changed up and slammed into you and his cum dribbled out of you he would groan.

“Fuck, you look so good with me dripping out of you, love.”

The moment you realized he had some kink and was probably into cum play was when he pulled out and used his well-lubricated cock to flick across your swollen bud while painting himself all over your mound.

“It’s all mine. I marked it!”

How creative, right?

Piercings/Tats?

The only piercing he has is a small nose one from his younger years.

That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have gotten more if he wasn’t an actor.

You’ve openly discussed something small that the two of you could tattoo as a symbol of your love and loyalty to one another plenty of times and he is the one who shows more and more interest with every conversation.

“Would you put my name—right—there?”

Alfie is kneeling between your thighs with one of your legs arched atop his shoulder and the other relaxed back on the mattress. You are bare for his eyes. It’s a question that comes out of nowhere just as the ‘thwack’ of his long cock on top of your pubis comes out of nowhere.

“Why, you want to tag me up?”

Alfie’s smile is wide. He thrusts his hips forward and back in a slow motion that sends his shaft rubbing against your clit. “Hm, wanna see your name across this pussy, baby?”

That smile only gets wider and more dangerous and again out of nowhere he connects your bodies in one powerful buck of his hips. The stroke sends your head back into the pillow as you press your palm to his defined abs.

“Shit baby. Mmm!”

You quickly get lost in the pleasure he’s giving you and long moments pass before your eyes meet his again. You drop your hand and wrap it around his shift squeezing.

Alfie’s groan is strained but his thrusts remain relentless. Tightening your grip, your hand serves a similar purpose to a cock ring and the increased sensations make his hips stagger.

“You gonna put my name on this long dick babe? Gonna let me tag you up so it’s obvious that you have no future without me?”

A literal growl slips from his lips and in seconds he’s pressed your thighs wide and to the mattress. Beast mode initiated.

Yeah, tattoos could be fun.

Post-Coital Cuddler or Knocked Out?

Definitely into post-sex cuddles.

The usual positioning is you colliding into his side and laying your head on his shoulder.

He’ll instinctively wrap his arms around you cocooning you in his embrace.

It’s a good position because within minutes if the two of you are totally spent you’re fast asleep.

If not it leads to some silly post-sex teasing.

“Tell me again who was whimpering my name telling me to slow down?”

His Sag confidence is always coming out.

“I guess I learned how to whimper from the king of whimpering. Who is it that whimpers the most when they’re inside me?”

The teasing is fun and usually leads to another round where you’re silly together and laugh the entire time.

If on rare occasions there Alfie does knock out it’s when you’re on top and in your ‘finish him’ mood and show the fuck off. Those are the times you drain him ruthlessly without giving him any chance of recovery.

“Y/N, wait. Hang on.”

You’ll put his hands on your hips. “You can hang on to these 'cause I’m not stopping.”

The way he arches back and squeezes your hip you know he’s overstimulated. Still, you continue grinding your hips on him.

Even when you see the veins in his neck pop out you continue. It doesn’t take him long to rise to the occasion again.

After, in under 5 minutes he’ll be knocked out. It always leaves you proud as hell repeating Nicki Minaj’s lyrics. “Pussy put his ass to sleep now he callin’ me Nyquil.”

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Hi guys 👋 *sits on floor with a box of various cards*

How do you know what units/clans cards belong to in vanguard? 🤔 I'd like to try building a deck (or simply collect cards just cuz) but am still confused with how everything works jxjxbsisb

WITH THE POWER BESTED IN ME I CAN SHOW YOU THE WORLD-

okay so uhhhh

first things first we got 3 formats! So it depends what you wana build! If you're doing V premium or Premium (for beginners I would NOT suggest Premium bcuz so many shenanigans can happen in 1 turn jfc) you can look here!

Basically, choose a nation (or color) then choose a clan. Every clan has a unique playstyle, so it's kinda pick what you like or just pick a theme you think you'd vibe with! Or pick a vanguard unit you like and go from there! In V & Premium, you cannot mix clans together! Even if they're in the same nation/color. So if you choose Kagero for example, you can only use Kagero cards.

The 3rd and current format is Standard or D. So, you know how the nations were all different colors? Basically all the clans have been fused together. So everything in red is mixed into one and so on. Aside from the green and blue ones! P much those two became one nation (Stoichea, which is green) aside from Bermuda which became Lyrical.

So essentially it's all now just color coded. You wana make a Dragon Empire deck? Everything in red is available to you! You wana make a Keter deck? Everything in yellow is available to you! Just make sure it has a D on the bottom left corner.

There's a lot more to it, but uhh...thats for starters! Deck is made of 50 cards, with 16 of them being triggers. If you do standard you have an additional 4 cards for a ride deck (technically 5 starting on the 19th because we're getting a new gimmick) and if you do premium you have a G zone of 16 cards (if you know Yugioh its like an extra deck) and V...V is just straight up 50 cards, no extras there.

ANYWAY if you wana build a deck I really say just pick a Grade 3 you like because that will be your main unit/boss/your Vanguard and then go on from there. If you ever need help or need some cards lemme know, depending on what you build I can help with some spares.

[yanderu-deredere]

How would fujio or the others react to being called baby girl? I just think itd be funny please and thanks

a/n: tysm for your request! i also thought this was really hilarious loool so hopefully i did the request justice! i also tried a new format so hopefully you guys like that! lemme know by liking and reblogging!

warning: gender neutral reader and that's pretty much it loool

sorry? say that again? did you just call them your baby girl? they'll straight up laugh in your face. first of all, they're not even girls. they're manly men with manly man muscles! (no, don't look at gavin, yeah, he can be a bit more on the lean side but that's not the point) no, no, no, you're the baby girl. and, hypocritically enough, it doesn't matter what your gender is. you're the baby girl here and they'll haul you over their shoulder to show you exactly what they mean

fujio watanabe, liam anthony arieh, gavin ciarán byrne, ryuunosuke yamamoto

huh? their face will literally erupt into heat. the thought of being your anything is enough to send them into a flustered frenzy but the implications of being a baby girl is embarrassing to the point of death. they truly don't know how to react. the best they can do is stutter out a half response. maybe they'll just try to salvage what's left of their fragmented psyche as they recover from the metaphorical blue screen™

eun-jeong yoo, also ryuunosuke yamamoto

that's great, dear. what? you're theirs in your entirety aren't you? so don't be surprised if they're not exactly surprised or hesitant to be called your anything, even if it's something quite as surprising as baby girl. they love you for all your weird quirks and odd tastes. if you want to call them baby girl, go right ahead. just don't complain when their... unique tastes come into play too

ryouta watanabe, gawain dubhán byrne

uhm, bitch, they better be your baby girl. they don't expect anything less and, if you think of them as anything other than your baby girl, well, hell will be brough to earth. when you call them baby girl, they barely react because it's what's to be expected after all.

ayaka yamato

[caroldantops]

Ooo, if you’re really up to more Harley thoughts, then I’ve got plenty!!

Like like like, Service Top!Harley

She absolutely has a love/hate relationship with bondage. On one hand (hehe), she hates not being able to touch you but on the other hand, she absolutely has trouble with knowing what to do with her hands during sex and so having them tied behind her back while she’s eating you out /vigorously/ just lets her focus on the feeling instead of feeling awkward

So, it’s like “mmm sweat cheeks, you taste /so/ good, but I wanna touch you so bad, please lemme touch you I promise to make you feel so good just let me touch you please” but like you’re already working up to your third orgasm and so you can’t really respond so Harley (like the adhd queen she is) lifts her head a little and is like “baby did you even hear me? I sai-“ she’s quickly shut up by you pulling her face back down by her hair, activating another kink of hers, hair pulling and needless to say she’s back at the task at hand (for like 5 minutes before she’s begging again)

Or or or, Harley who’s hardcore into public play, but not because of the risk, honestly she couldn’t care less if anyone sees. She’ll just knock em out hard enough to forget they saw anything. No, what she loves is how shy and embarrassed you get, desperately trying to appear normal and stay quiet as she carelessly rams three fingers inside you until you’re crying and she’s just “aw pumpkin, don’t cry! Somebody might come up and ask what’s wrong and then they’ll see what we’re doing under the table, hmmmm and that would be just /awful/ wouldn’t it? Cause then I’d have to k!ll them and nobody wants that, huh?” before curling her fingers even deeper and it’s too much and makes you cum immediately mmmmmm

Also, Harley would be the QUEEN of petnames. Literally everything under the sun, she’ll call you it, even making up petnames just for you, shaking her head and scrunching her face when she tries one that doesn’t really fit saying “uh-uh, nevermind not that one”

Ughhh, I should be writing right now but instead I’m obsessing over Harley Quinn, eh there’s worse things to be doing.

(also, I don’t if this is just me, but tumblr won’t let me use html formatting under anon and I don’t remember that happening before, has that always been a thing?)

-(a procrastinating) M anon

"Somebody might come up and ask what’s wrong and then they’ll see what we’re doing under the table, hmmmm and that would be just /awful/ wouldn’t it? Cause then I’d have to kill them and nobody wants that, huh?"

(also i think the not letting anons use html isnt new new but it like recent within the last maybe 6 months? idk)