#ego x you

[maochira]

gn!reader

Just like 99% of asian parents, dad!Ego's main love language is bringing you food. Even when he's busy with work, each time he makes himself a bowl of instant ramen, he makes one for you as well and brings it to your room. Ego knows which instant ramen brand is your favourite, and as soon as you mention really liking another one, he buys that one in bulk - typical dad behaviour.

Ego pays more attention to your diet than to his own. He doesn't force you to eat anything you don't like, but he tries to encourage you to eat more nutritional food. Although, due to his own eating habits you tend to not listen to him. But Anri's there to help out a bit.

Sometimes, Ego randomly knocks on your door and asks if you're hungry. Most of the time, it's not necessarily because he thinks you might want food, but mostly because it's an easy way to start a conversation.

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

fwb toji who is furious when you come home (you let him crash at your place) telling him with a broad smile that the mechanic was kind enough to give you premium air on your tires "for only $120 for all four tires!" and he's fuming, already on his feet, "no no sweetheart," he tells you, "they scammed you. why didn't you call me in the first place?" and suddenly you're shy, giving him a shrug that nearly wounds him if it weren't for the hard thumping of his heart. "give me your keys, baby. I'm gonna take care of it."

[mochinomnoms]

Cling azul clingy azul clingy azul. Kisses for azulito. Azulito deserves many kisses

BESITOS! MUCHÍSIMOS BESITOS, MUCHÍSIMOS PARA EL AZULITO MI AZULITO AZULITO AZULITO AAAAAAAAAAAAAA BESITOS BESOSBESOSBESO!!!!!!!! EL MERECE MI AMOR, MI CARIÑO, MI TODO LOS BESOS NO SON SUFICIENTE—

*ahem*

If you're like me, and insist on showering Azulito (he begs that you don't call him that in front of others, especially the twins) with kisses and kisses galore, you better commit to it!!

You better let him cling to you as you cuddle and smooch in his large bed, he's exhausted after a long day's work. He needs this, he needs to wrap his arms (just the two never seems enough sometimes) around you as you lay on his chest with his weighted blanked on top of you both.

Complain that it's heavy, but he insists if he's to take you back home that you start becoming accustomed to the pressure of the ocean and his 8 tentacles around you. No, you are legally obligated to spend at least one hour with him every day after 5pm per your relationship contact.

(Note that, it's not an actual contract. He's made very few since Leona destroyed his collection, saving them for emergencies and things of personal importance. He has one waiting for you to sign in the future, glittering gold with the words ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT on the top.)

For now, though, he demands that you let him indulge in your affections, exclusive to him (and maybe Grim). Leave lipstick marks on him, one specifically on his collar, Why are you so surprised? It's so that he can brag about getting such a wonderful, beautiful, enchanting, loving partner. Azul's so surprisingly affectionate in public, an arm wrapped around your waist so that his hand rests on your hip, rubbing any exposed skin there. He's bringing you closer, preening when you place a hand on his chest for stability. That's right, he's YOUR stability in this crazy world. He's delighted that everyone else can mope and stomp around, jealous as you place another kiss on his cheek. All these single-fucks can seethe and cry about how he, the Azul Ashengrotto, can show off his pretty eye-candy of his arm with a self-satisfied smirk.

You're his partner, his beloved, his his his! You, to be frank, had the opportunity to choose celebrities, princes, heirs, future kings. You had the cream of the crop, really. But none of them met your standards, only him! He wins! Ha! Ha ha ha! Now, let's go back to the bedroom, he's in need of your sweet embrace and would like to make out with his partner! HIS!!!

Ha, ha, HA!

[vypridae]

these assholes i swear

[angelltheninth]

Putting on a Show

Pairing: Jinpachi Ego x Fem!Reader x Yoichi Isagi

Tags: nsfw, smut, locker room sex, free use, voyeurism, rough sex, praise kink, humiliation, degradation, name-calling, being recorded, hair pulling (for Reader), Reader being used by the BLLK Team

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: Don't know how this came to be but it seemed appealing.

The locker room echoed with the sounds of Isagi's hips meeting yours as you held onto his jersey for dear life, your legs shakingly wrapped around him for leverage. This wasn't the first time you did this with him but you could tell how he was still just as enthusiastic as the first.

You tried very hard to focus on him but you couldn't help but look at the camera in the corner. You knew he was watching you, he always was. It was both annoying and arousing. You shut your eyes tight and turned to kiss Isagi's neck, "You're doing so good. Make me come again." Emboldened by your words Isagi sped up his thrusts, the slapping of his balls against you echoing through the room. "That's a good boy."

"Oh... fuck!" He buried his cock deep inside you, giving you every drop of his cum, "Shit, you're milking me dry." And you would do it again. Next time. "Uh, made a mess."

He was so damn cute in his post nut haze, "Don't you worry about that. It's what showers are for."

"I guess." Carefully he pulled out of you, your pussy already missing the shape. "Wanna hop in with me?" His grin made your heart flutter, but alas you had other things to attend to. The knowledge of what it was made your body tingle all over again.

"Maybe next time." You briefly kissed him on the lips, fixed your panties and clothes and bid him goodbye, "Oh, and Isagi..." You paused at the door, "Good work."

"Good work." Ego commented when you closed the door behind you. His office always looked small due to the amount of lit up screens but it was actually pretty spacious. "His stamina is improving a great deal. When I first met him I wouldn't have guessed he'd be a star player in only a few years. Although motivation certainly helps."

Ego's eyes turned to you, as did his chair, his eyes scanning over your body. The way he looked at you made you squirm, made you feel on display even more then being in front of the camera. The feeling spread warmly through your body, setting between your legs. His smile, wide and knowing, spreading wider as he approached and circled around you only made you more anxious for his touch. So much so that him tracing his fingers over your throat was enough to make you moan.

"You worked very hard today. Time for me to give you a reward of your own." The sound of his zipper already had you spreading your legs and leaning your hands against the control panels, "You just got fucked and you're ready for more. Just like a bitch should be." His hands hiked up your skirt and lowered your panties, "Hm, his cum is still here. Not to worry, I'll make this slutty cunt remember who owns it." Without warning he pushed his throbbing, hard length inside of you, "This is my cocksleeve. I might let you get borrowed from time to time but you are mine."

"Yours. I'm yours Ego. No matter what. No matter who fucks me. I'm all yours." You let your mouth fall open, the little sounds fell out of your mouth in wonton pleasure, liquid heat dripping down Ego's balls when he'd push in and out.

"That's exactly right. You're a free use slut out there. A stress release fucktoy." The screen in front of you flashed, showing the video of Isagi fucking you. "A whore to motivate them." The screen flashed again, this time showing Bachira having you bend over one of the benches and hammering his dick inside of you. "A slutty reward for a job well done." Next it was Kunigami fucking your tits, his face flushed red. Then Barou, using you as a pussypocket. Next, sucking off Nagi while Reo came inside of you. "Even with all of that. You. Belong. To. Me."

Close, you were getting so close. Having Ego fuck you without mercy, calming you while showing what a slut you were, it was sending you over the edge fast, "Ego, please! Please, please, please!" You were getting dizzy, your sensitive, well fucked pussy on the verge of coming again.

"You sound pretty when you beg for it. I suppose I did promise a reward rather then a punishment." His long fingers fisted into your hair and made you look up at the footage, except this time if was of this room, of Ego fucking you, clamming you. You lost it, you backed into his cock, feeling like you were coming every time your ass smacked against him, "Little slut, enjoying watching yourself be used, this pussy being fucked by my dick. I finally made you into a proper free use whore. My whore. Mine."

Warm, thick cum flooded your abused pussy walls, Ego's orgasm feeding into yours and vice versa until you slumped down, sliding off his cock and turning around, chest heaving as it was painted white by stray drops of cum.

"Good work. You put on a good show for me. You always do." He praised as he patted your cheek. He didn't put his pants back on, just sat back into his chair and patted his lap. Like a dog, or maybe a bitch, you crawled towards him, leaving a white trail of cum drops behind you before crawling into his lap and curling up against his chest with a smile.

[ana-chan164]

Hey, can you translate these photos for me?

Yukimiya Kenyu & Ego Jinpachi comics.

Artist in twitter: mmk_x00x

Hope you enjoy ♡.

[harbingersglory]

Hello, could I have transfem Signora x fem!reader smut? Any scenario is fine, just need dom Signora railing me 😩

{☆} characters la signora {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, dom la signora, transfem la signora {☆} warnings 18+ content, restraints, temperature play, face fucking, degradation, pet play

There's a moment of silence that lingers for far too long, the cold nipping at your exposed skin until you feel shivers wrack your body. You squirm instinctively, seeking out the fading warmth of the thick furs laid out beneath you, yet finding nothing but the cold that chills you to your bones. You can't even see, your eyes covered by black fabric, silk tying your arms together behind your back.

It's almost torturous waiting like this. Your knees sink further into the fur as you lean your weight forward slightly, exhaling a shaky breath. You begin to wonder if Signora left you there– maybe you'd annoyed her earlier and she was punishing you. You hoped not. She wasn't known for being lenient when it came to punishments.

But the brush of her fingers along your jawline squashed that fear, your breath hitching as her thumb glided over your throat, the heat of her skin making you shudder. The contrast of the cold room, of your freezing body, to the unnatural heat that simmers beneath her skin is immense– your knees would have definitely buckled if you hadn't been kneeling already.

"Did you think I'd left you here all alone? You're shaking like a dog." The soft, biting lilt was nothing more than a murmur, but for you it was impossible not to hear the pleased tone beneath the roughness of her voice. Your heart leaps into your throat when her fingers trace back up along your jawline, lifting your head and tilting it back just enough to be uncomfortable.

You open your mouth to speak, but your words are silenced by her thumb slipping past your lips instead– you don't fight back, even though the sudden intrusion catches you off guard enough you almost bite her finger instead. You almost consider doing it anyway, but she's so rarely in a good mood it feels rude to spoil it.

"Pets don't speak until they're told," She chides, pressing down on your tongue slightly and laughing at the way you almost choke in surprise. "And I don't remember giving you permission."

You can only manage a garbled whine in response, your face burning in embarrassment– but it's quickly silenced by the click of her tongue and the creak of the old chair you know sits by the fireplace, her thumb sliding out between your lips to drag you closer. Close enough to feel the rush of heat across your skin as your cheek is pressed against her thigh, her hands resting on the back of your head. You can't see it, but you sure can imagine the smug smile that must be tugging at her lips right about now.

"Let's see about fixing your little disobedient streak, darling." She murmurs, digging her nails into your scalp and tugging you even closer, the furs beneath you doing little to prevent the ache in your knees from kneeling. But you don't complain– you know what she wants, and you want it too. "Open."

Like the dog she seems so fond of treating you as, you listen– you're not as surprised this time when her fingers fill your mouth, forcing it open even further until you can feel the saliva collecting and dribbling down your chin. She doesn't seem to mind, even laughing at how pitiful you probably look, drooling all over her fingers.

But Signora is a hard woman to satisfy, and this will hardly do anything other then work her up enough to really break you in. You can just barely hear the rustle of fabric over your heartbeat, gloved hands tugging you closer and forcing you to press right up against the edge of the chair. It's almost uncomfortable, the way the chair presses against your chest, but she always has you teetering on that fine edge.

"Perhaps you can be trained after all." Signora's voice is like a balm, the heat of her body driving away the cold and urging you impossibly closer, until you feel her hand guide you down just as her fingers slip out of your mouth again– right up until you feel her cock against your cheek. "Show me that you can be obedient, mutt, and maybe I'll let you sit on my lap."

You know she's just dangling a treat just out of reach, but you can't help but reach for it anyway.

Your tongue drags across the underside of her cock, so slow you can hear the hiss that rattles in her chest halfway between pleasure and impatience. You take your time anyway, lingering until you reach the tip and press a kiss against it. You almost wish you could see her face, but she's never been fond of expressing anything outwardly when you can see it– just the idea of her brows furrowed, of her face flush and her lip caught between her teeth..it's enough.

It's not hard to imagine it anyway when the heat grows hotter, nearly turning the room into an oven before she catches herself. You aren't stupid enough to mention it, but your smile must be enough, because a low growl makes you shiver– so you drag your tongue from the base to the tip again, revel in the way it throbs beneath your tongue. For a moment you almost have something like control, your saliva dripping down her aching cock as you lap at it like a mutt.

But you're both growing impatient– the sharp click of her nails against the chairs arms makes you shudder, urging you to lift yourself up just enough to wrap your lips around the head with a muffled groan. You consider dragging it out just a moment longer, just to see if you can get her to whine, but she knows you better then you do– before you can even blink, her hand shoves you down. You, predictably, gag. Your throat burns from the stretch, but it's not unpleasant, eased by the pleasured hiss that tumbles from her lips. Signora at least has the mercy to let you get used to it for a moment before she drags you back up, the emptiness in your throat making you whine before she's shoving her cock back down your throat. Your eyes sting with unshed tears, your own sounds of pleasure muffled and garbled as she does it again– and again.

"Finally quiet, mutt?" She laughs, but it's strained– her voice quivers slightly as she fucks your throat like your nothing but a toy to her, drool dribbling down your chin and tears staining the blindfold. "If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I'd have done it a long time ago."

You so badly want to do something, but with your hands tied behind your back and her fucking your face so rough, so fast, you can barely even think..there's not much you can do but let her, your cunt clenching around nothing. You really hope she wasn't lying about that reward, for once. You're practically dripping on her floor while she uses you, just barely able to squeeze your thighs together for a fraction of friction.

It only serves to make you more desperate, though.

"Fuck– or maybe you're too stupid to know better. You'd just let any pretty woman with a cock use you," Her breathing was getting heavier, more strained, but her grip on your hair didn't relent. Neither did the harsh thrust of her hips, her cock constantly hammering into your throat until you felt dizzy. "You're lucky I'm even willing to train a mutt like you."

Your mind starts to feel fuzzy, the words blending together until she digs her nails into your scalp and forces you down again– and keeps you there. You nearly gag again when you feel her shudder, her cock throbbing in your mouth as her cum spills down your throat, your hands straining against the silk binding them together. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nostrils flaring and your body tensing– you don't even realize you'd briefly lost consciousness until your find yourself on her lap, rather then on your knees, her hands brushing the strands of hair stuck to your face with sweat out of your eyes.

It's the most gentle she's been all night– and likely as gently as she will be tonight. You lean into her touch anyway, groaning softly and shuddering at the taste of her on your tongue mixed with her cock throbbing against your thigh.

"I'm not done yet, darling. Did you think I'd let you get away with a little light training?" She laughs, cupping your jaw and pressing a kiss that's far too gentle to your cheek, the warmth of her body almost suffocating– but you welcome it, like you always do.

So you nod, smiling drowsily and spreading your legs like a good pet should.

[crestapex]

Okay but imagine that you’ve fought alongside Ghost and have been friends with him for years before 141, and fast forward to today and you’re on a mission with Soap and occasionally he’ll slip in a little flirty comment or joke every now and again

And then Ghost is on the other end like “focus, sergeant 😒” cause he’s gettin a little jealous, let alone the fact Johnny was put on this mission with you and not him

And you’re just kinda standing there trying to complete the mission like “what’s the problem he‘s just being nice???🧍‍♀️”

[iwashie]

𝙱𝙻𝙻𝙺 𝙼𝙴𝙽+𝚈𝙾𝚄=𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶

warnings-some conversation memes that would be you and bllk men

otoya, karasu, ryusei, nagi, sendou, chigiri

otoya, karasu, kaiser, alexis, reo, lorenzo, chris

ryusei, oliver, kaiser, otoya, lorenzo

isagi, kurona, nanase, kenyu, yo, chigiri, rensuke, niko, noa, snuffy

oliver, kaiser, chris, otoya, sae, ryusei, lorenzo

otoya, karasu, kaiser, alexis, lorenzo, chris, oliver

isagi, kurona, chigiri, nanase, yo, kenyu, alexis, noa, snuffy, niko, nagi, reo

barou, nagi, zantetsu, rin, raichi, ryusei

oliver, lorenzo, otoya, chris, kaiser, karasu, ryusei

nagi, niko, yo, nanase, bachira, isagi

chris, kenyu, tokimitsu, snuffy, kurona, nanase, niko, isagi

oliver, kaiser, sae, ryusei, ego

bachira, alexis

oliver, kaiser, lorenzo, chris, otoya, karasu, sae

alexis, karasu, otoya, chris, sendou

kaiser, alexis, ego, oliver, lorenzo, ryusei, rin

alexis, bachira, kaiser, oliver, sendou, chris, lorenzo, ryusei, reo, jyubei

barou, raichi, rin, sae, ego

reo, rin, barou, kaiser, noa, sae, ego, rensuke

[frosted-hyacinth]

Incorrect quotes with blue lock

a/n - I can not make dialogue nor do i know how to english. I like kidnapping my friends to beta read for me. Please help, i made this in a bank

cw. mild swearing

(Name) sobbing, their hands in the air:

A confused Nagi staring at you: ...

Reo: They're getting internet signals from heaven

Barou on his knees praying: Bless the souls of those in blue lock

Isagi waking up and now praying beside Barou: Amen.

Nagi sleeping on top of Reo:

Reo who tripped on the soccer field:

Ego looking through his cameras: Fucking stupid

[maochira]

I really have a Dad!Ego Jinpachi brainrot and this one has been bugging my mind lately...

Can I ask for Dad!Ego bringing his baby to the match between Japan U-20 vs Bluelock because the baby's nanny can't take care of them that day due to personal reasons. So while Ego is giving his speech to Bluelock players, his baby is just there sitting on his lap or being carried in his arms and the players are just looking at the cute mini Ego while listening his speech... also Anri babysitting the baby because Ego is too focused watching the match...

OOOH....SKSDSKJKJDSKSKSJSJS You know just right how to fuel my dad!Ego obsession, don't you??😭😭 Also I made his kid a toddler instead of a baby but!! HERE WE GO

Requests open! - dad!Ego masterlist

Tags: gn!toddler!reader, reader is Ego's kid (obviously), everyone who requests dad!Ego gets a kiss from me, no player is specifically mentioned except for Bachira

-Ego never mentioned or gave any hints of having a child towards the Blue Lock players, so you can imagine their surprise when Ego and Anri walked into the Blue Lock Eleven's locker room and Anri carried you in her arms

-of course, someone asked who you are. Ego took you into his arms and just answered "my biological offspring, my little (Y/N)-chan"

-"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EGO HAS A CHILD WHAT THE FUCK EGO GOT LAID???"- everyone.

-it's a bit hard for them to believe because never in their life would they have expected Ego to be a father, but in their opinion it also weirdly fits him???

-you have the same eyes as your father (without the eyebags, obviously) so the way you stare at everyone is kind of scary but also cute at the same time

-Ego keeps you in his arms while he holds his speech to the players before the game and you just stare at everyone with an o.o face

-Bachira actually gets a bit of cuteness aggression and really wants to squish your cheeks but he holds himself back. At first, at least. He ends up squishing your cheek "for good luck"

-when the match starts, you're sitting on Ego's lap and he's gently holding you. But his arms around you always get a little tighter whenever something intense happens during the match. So basically every few seconds

-you try to get his attention because to you, watching the match is boring since you're too young to properly understand anything about soccer. But Ego is too busy focusing on the match, he can't properly give you attention so he just gives you over to Anri

-you're used to that so it's nothing that bothers you, plus you love Anri a lot, she's a bit like an aunt to you

-Anri actually struggles a bit with you because she has to pay a part of her attention to the match and another part of her attention to Ego as well

-but!!! There are still the benched players. You kind of won the heart of some of them, so they talk to you and give you some attention while Ego and Anri are busy

-in the last few minutes of the match, you're back on your father's lap and he squeezes you even tighter than in the beginning. Sometimes even so tight you barely get air anymore and Anri has to loosen his grip around you. Ego always feels a bit bad for accidentally squeezing you so tight, but the game gets too intense over and over he can't help but do it again

-even though you have no idea what's going on, you notice how happy everyone including your father is when the Blue Lock Eleven wins, and your dad being happy makes you happy as well!!!

-a bit later back in the locker room, Bachira actually gets to hold you and he lets all the cuteness aggression out by squshing your cheeks and tickling you. It also helps him calming down after the match

[ada7201]

Hii how are you doing? I hope you are doing good! Anyway can you write bllk boys with a reader thats similar to Layla from genshin impact? So basically Layla is very sleep deprived (just like me fr) but very nice to everyone. She basically made herself a second personality when going to sleep so that she can get work done (poor girl doesn't get much shut eye) but she's very talented in the work that she does sleeping or not! How do you think the bllk boys feel about her?

*scurries away in embarrassment like a maniac*

no need to be embarrassed ( ´ ▽ ` ) here you go, i tried as much as i could. i am not familiar with genshin characters, but i searched her up and she’s such a cutie! hope you’re able to get some sleep 🤍

bllk boys x sleepy reader, like layla!

𖣘 part 1 𖣘 part 2

“where’s y/n?” Isagi would ask the rest of team Z, an eyebrow raised. “i haven’t seen her since the match?” he’d add.

“i think i saw her in the eating area.” Kunigami would shrug.

“i’ll go look for her!” Bachira smiles, eagerly rushing out of the room and making his way towards the cafeteria. Isagi sighs, before following after Bachira.

“y/nnnnn!” Bachira would call out, hands cupped on his cheeks in order to make his voice louder. “where are youuuuu〜?”

Isagi’s eyes wandered around the room, before they landed on your sleeping form. wait - what?

“shhh! Bachira, she’s sleeping!” he’d whisper - shout to his friend, a finger on his lip in a shushing motion.

Bachira nodded, ‘zipping’ his mouth before looking over to you.

you were asleep…?

“what’s she doing sleeping?” Chigiri would ask from behind the two.

they both shrugged, before Bachira decided to bounce over to you, giggling.

your eyes fluttered open, a soft brown escaping your lips. did you fall asleep again?

“Bachira?” you mumble, sleepily rubbing at your eyes as you looked up at the excited male in front of you.

the boys all walked over to you, Chigiri brushing some hair away from your eyes.

“what were you doing sleeping at a table? it’s not even late yet.” he’d say, patting your head gently.

Isagi nodded in agreement, eyebrows furrowing together in thought.

“oh, i just went to bed a little late.” you respond, a smile on your face.

a ‘little late’ is an understatement.

“y/n—?” Isagi groaned, sitting up in his bed sleepily.

“oh, hi Isagi.” you smile, looking over to him. “go back to sleep, don’t mind me!” you chuckle, before looking away from him and back to the paper you were folding.

it was late at night, around 2:39 am when you had thought up the idea of making paper origami.

you really wanted to fold a swan!

“what are you doing awake at this time?” he asks, a slight frown on his lips as he squinted his eyes; it was so dark, and he could barley make out your face.

“nothing, nothing. go back to sleep. we have a match tomorrow” you smile.

“okay…” he yawns, laying back down in bed.

except, he didn’t lay down in his bed - he had payed down right on raichi—!

“THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” he screeched, waking up almost everyone in the room in the process as he shoved Isagi off of him.

you winced at the sound of his voice.

“WHY’D YOU — y/n?” Raichi stopped his tantrum, looking over to the silhouette of your figure.

“why are you awake?” Kunigami would ask, rubbing at his eyes. “sleeeepp…” he groans, falling back into his bed and rolling over.

“go back to sleep, everyone.” you smile softly at the boys.

they were all too tired to argue, so the team just tucked themselves in and managed to fall back asleep.

in the morning, you were still sat at the table. thankfully, your eyes were shut and your breathing was soft. you were finally asleep.

Isagi had noticed, that sometimes your eyes would get heavy whenever the team seemed to have a chat for too long - or whenever you have some free time, you’re dozing off. at first, he was confused as to why.

but when he finally decided to gain the courage to ask you why you’re so sleepy, you brushed it off and said you just go to sleep little later than others.

a little later?

even Bachira noticed, you were a little sleepy some days. he couldn’t blame you, sleeping is a great thing!

but the thing is, you don’t sleep.

the team tried to get you to sleep, and you listened for the first two days - then got back into your old schedule.

it’s not like they can boss you around, though.

but Ego can.

“fucking sleep, y/n.” his dark voice loomed over you in the form of a screen, piercing eyes staring down at your figure as you were sat down near your locker, playing around with whatever had caught your interest.

“oh,” you sigh, disappointed.

“it’s 4:28 in the morning. what is wrong with you?” he adds, holding a finger up to push his glasses further up his nose bridge. “you have issues.” he adds, before the screen disappeared.

you huff, before standing up and trudging over to your bed. you really didn’t want to sleep, you had so much left to do - like, stare at the ceiling for another hour.

when team Z woke up, they immediately started to change and get ready for the next match.

they ate, slipped their shoes on, and stopped in their tracks as soon as they heard the muffled sound of loud snoring.

they all creeped back into the room, only to find you face down into the pillow fast asleep.

goodnight (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

[lionlena]

Headcanon: When Joel goes limp… (JoelMillerxf!reader)

Okay, so @creedslove infected my brain with this thought through this post. Joel's simply bruised ego is something that affects me like blood to a vampire… I had to write it! I had to comfort my old grumpy teddy bear!!!

Warnings: smut, erection problems, flaccid dick, Joel's bruised ego (deserves a separate warning), swearing, age difference but not clearly defined…

Sex with Joel was always special.

Sometimes it was rough and made you feel it the next day. You proudly looked at the bruises spread all over your body and you felt like you could still hear his growls in your ear.

Sometimes he was gentle, almost lazy, and only his rough hands on your thighs reminded you how strong Joel could be.

Well, sex wasn't a problem until one day when suddenly it was.

There was no indication of this. Joel came home from work late that night and you were sitting on the couch in just his t-shirt and panties. That was enough to make him horny.

You dressed like that for a reason. Joel had a tough job and for over two weeks he had been coming home while you were already asleep and leaving while you were still in a deep sleep.

So you started to miss his thick cock stretching your pussy.

So you both were hungry for each other's bodies. It seemed like a perfect equation, the solution of which was wild, hot sex.

It started well. Joel got to you. He pulled your panties down with one hand and began to prepare you. His other hand was already under your T-shirt and kneading your breasts.

You panted and kissed his neck as his thick, rough fingers worked inside your pussy.

You felt a bulge growing in his pants.

"Come on honey, I'm ready... I had some fun before you came back."

Joel chuckled and gripped your hips tightly.

"You've been a naughty girl, huh?"

He lowered his pants and boxers in one move. His cock stood proud. You bit your lip, preparing for the first stinging thrust, and…

Nothing.

You blinked your eyes and looked at him in surprise. Joel looked at you equally shocked and you didn't know what he meant until you looked between his legs.

"Oh, Joel... Sweetie, it's..."

Joel cut you off, not letting you finish. He quickly pulled up his pants, hiding his flaccid cock, and moved to the other end of the couch, mumbling, "I'm sorry."

Your heart clenched at how broken his voice was, and even in the dim light you could see that his face was red.

You carefully approached him as if he were a scared animal. You stroked his arm gently. "Joel..."

Joel looked down at his lap, cleared his throat, and replied gruffly, "There's nothing to talk about. I'm old... I should have expected it, that I couldn't keep up with your youth..."

You raised an eyebrow and wanted to laugh, but you knew he would assume you were laughing at him and not at the bullshit he was saying.

You moved even closer and cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. You tried hard to keep your voice calm, soothing, and comforting, but not pitying. You didn't want him to think you felt sorry for him.

"Honey, you know it's not true. These things also happen to younger men and they have a thousand reasons. Fatigue, stress, diet, medications, illness..."

You rubbed his cheek gently and smiled. "You've been working a lot lately and your body finally couldn't handle it. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Joel looked a little calmer, but there was still some anxiety in him: "Maybe you should find someone..."

You glared at him. "Joel Miller, if you finish this sentence, I will kick your ass!"

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. One of his hands went to your thigh and he started squeezing it gently. He placed the other one on your cheek.

"You know, I'm ready to satisfy you in some other way. My mouth, tongue, and fingers are at your disposal."

And it was a really tempting proposition. You loved the feeling of his beard on the inside of your thighs, but…

You saw that Joel was still very sensitive, and vulnerable. You didn't want to give him the false impression that you were only with him for sex.

"NO."

Joel looked at you worried. "No? But you wanted it. That's why you waited for me."

You smiled and sat on his lap.

"I was waiting for you because I missed you. I missed your warm, strong body."

You kissed him passionately and decided to explain something to him.

"Joel, I'm not with you because of your thick cock and the fact that you're so fucking handsome... I'm with you because you make me feel safe. Because you're the type of man who can fix a faucet, change tires on a car... And a thousand other things that make me want to be with you."

Joel looked at you, completely enchanted and in love. He hugged you tightly and buried his face in your neck.

"I love you. And I promise that... It will be better next time."

You rubbed his back and kissed his head. "I love you too, Joel. We'll get through this. You just need some rest."

Joel simply murmured more sweet words into your neck and relaxed into your closeness and embrace.

Two weeks later, Joel finally finished the heavy assignment and you two had more time together. That's why you decided to go to the bar.

You were sitting alone at the bar, waiting for Joel to come back from the bathroom. A young man approached you and you immediately didn't like his behavior. He was pushy and didn't understand your polite "fuck off."

When Joel came back and saw this scene, his blood boiled. And at the same time, he thought back to the moment when he let you down. For a moment, he even had the stupid thought of not interfering and giving you a chance to pick up someone younger. But he saw that you weren't comfortable. So he walked up to you and gave the guy a death glare.

"Any problem, honey?"

Joel wrapped his arms protectively around your waist and the young guy huffed.

"Get lost old man, this chick needs a ride on a young stud."

Before Joel could say anything, you jumped off the stool. You felt your blood boil and you stuck your finger into the guy's chest. You gave him the ugliest look and hissed, "Listen to me, I've been polite, but now... Fuck off! I don't need a little boy for one night stand when I have a real man at home."

The guy gave you a hostile look and normally you would be scared, but you felt Joel's strong frame pressed protectively against your back. The guy said to you contemptuously, "You don't know what you're missing" and left.

You felt proud and you want to turn around to kiss Joel. But you narrowed your eyes at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your ass.

Joel rested his chin on your shoulder and growled, “Bathroom, right now, please.”

You were more than willing and moved forward with Joel still right behind you.

You were damn lucky because the women's bathroom was free. Joel immediately pushed you inside and blocked the main entrance. In one movement, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter next to the sink. He took off your panties and slid his finger into your pussy.

"Are you wet already?"

You laughed quietly. "You turned me on."

"Me? You were like a damn wild cat..."

He leaned down and bit your neck. By this time, your hands were already working on his belt buckle and zipper to free his thick, throbbing cock.

Joel looked at you with love and excitement. "Ready to ride a mature stallion?"

You nodded and bit your lip as he entered you with a decisive movement.

You moaned happily as you felt the familiar stretching.

You grabbed onto Joel's tightly muscled arms as he tightened his large hands on your hips and set a brutal pace, growling in your ear.

"Fuck, I love you... Your pussy is perfect... You make me feel younger..."

Soon you were barely holding back your loud moans, but Joel clearly wasn't going to keep quiet and was grunting loudly himself as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

Afterward, he kissed you gently and tenderly whispered against your lips, "Thank you."

You laughed and ruffled his hair. "You're welcome."

Joel helped you down and knelt down to help you set up your panties.

When you left, a line of several very annoyed girls had already formed in the hallway.

But you two just started laughing and said a carefree "sorry".

Joel led you to his truck and you drove home where Joel fucked you again. This time even longer and more intensely.

[pupovkitty]

HUNGER HUNGER HUMANITY

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[thegayestmferintown]

hi! i just found your blog and i’m excited to read more of what you’ve written :) could i request a markiplier x female reader (established relationship) where the reader has a bad parent situation but hasn’t told mark yet, and he one day brings up meeting her family and she’s all hesitant but he pushes, not realizing the reason she’s hesitant, so they go to dinner with her parents (who she doesn’t talk to often) and they are awful to her and mark and they leave early so he can comfort the reader? sorry for that literally being so long hahaha

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇��𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

You and Mark had been dating for roughly a year and two months.

He was probably one of the sweetest, and best, things you could ask for.

Your relationship with him was.. practically perfect.

Except for your parents.

You had a decent job, your dream job.

And yet, that wasn't acceptable to them

You made sure to keep your parents away from Mark, despite having met his mother.

You had kept your distance from your parents for some time, until Mark asked the question.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐔𝐡. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Although, he continued to pester you. Not that you minded, you just.. didn't want him to meet your parents.

Eventually, he convinced you to give in and ask about having dinner that weekend.

Mark wasn't home when you asked, mostly because you knew how your parents would respond.

And your assumption was correct.

You told them you had a boyfriend, they asked how long you'd been together, you'd told them.

Then they started to yell at you, as expected.

Eventually, they agreed to the dinner. But you could just feel how your mother rolled her eyes, how your father stomped off as they both did when you were young.

At the dinner, you subtly made motions to show Mark that you'd rather die than stay there longer.

Your parents continuously made rude and harsh remarks that made Mark... kind of astonished that any parent could say that to a child.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Once you both got home, he took you inside and sat on the couch with you.

And then you broke down.

It pained him, deeply, to see you react like that.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, rubbing gentle circles on your back and humming a soft song.

Once you were calmed down enough, you explained everything to him.

And he comforted you.

Then, the two of you sat on the couch, binge-watching all of your favorite movies, and eating popcorn.

[tongues--and--teeth]

Nightmare love triangle