#is there anything hotter than being allowed to chill?

[onlydragonsmaychange]

Shout out to my amoebic people pleasing homies who know that vampires are hotter because you can't reflect them.

[sinnful-darling]

mmm thinking about oviposition with yan! naga…

mdni !!

cws : yandere themes, big juicy snake man pumps you full of his eggs, dubcon, implied stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink, rut, mating season, he makes you walk around naked, hemipenes, when i say monster cock i mean monster cock, manhandling, aphrodisiac venom, scent kink if you squint, ribbed cock bc i can, size kink bc im filthy and a slut for that shit, idk how big the eggs are supposed to be so just imagine for a moment with me, naga uses magic to heal your cervix bc he pushes past it to breed you….

“little bunny,” the naga murmurs, lips parted and gazing at you with thinly veiled desire. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight, feeling his large hands pull you into his lap. his tail coils around your waist— the chill of his cold scales seeping into your skin.

“you’re cold.” you grumble.

“i know, bunny. needed your heat.” he sighs in content, dipping his head into the curve of your throat and taking a deep breath of your scent. a low groan escaping his lips. he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, sinking his fangs into you and gripping your hips. his hands rock you against the plate that hide his cocks, the area in question being pushed to the side as he grows aroused.

“h—hey! no—“

his cocks spring free, the both of them pressing against your stomach and larger than you could’ve ever imagined. your eyes widen, the scent of cortisol coming off of you in waves, causing a frown to tug at his lips.

“no need to be frightened, little bunny. i promise i’ll be gentle.” he murmurs slotting his lips against yours. you cry out in protest as his cockhead presses against your folds, your hips forcibly rutting against it in ways that have you dripping for him.

the nest he built for the two of you grows hotter by the second, your skin flushing and cunt clenching around nothing. the naga grins as he slowly pushes into you, pleased that your tiny human body reacted so quickly to his venom.

“thaaats it, bunny.” he groans, shallowly thrusting into you. “y’gotta let me in, pretty.”

the naga lifts your hips, rutting you against one cock while gently thrusting into you with the other. the way your clit brushes against the ribbed flesh pushes you closer and closer to your climax, your whimpers growing louder in volume as your body melts against the strong, sturdy frame of the naga. slowly, the naga’s cock reaches as far as your cunt will allow, utterly filling you to the brim.

your mind was spinning at how full you felt; you’d never felt anything quite like this before. the naga slowly lifts and rocks you, your orgasm washing over you as his cockhead brushes against a certain spot inside of you. tears burn your lashline at the intensity of the feeling, your jaw agape as the air is knocked from your lungs.

“fuck— s’tight…” the naga groans through gritted teeth. his head drops to the curve of your neck, lapping at your sweat-slicked flesh between grunts and groans. he screws his eyes shut as he ruts into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. the naga leans back, gazing up at you with a softness, his forked tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

“bunny,” the naga breathily groans, “feels s’good.”

all you can do is whine in response, your mind melting from the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling sending jolts of electricity down your spine. “p—please! need more…!”

“such a greedy little thing you are.” the naga grins, but picks up speed nonetheless. the pace has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your cheeks, your mind melting into a pleasant mush. your thighs shake as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten again, one of the naga’s shafts bumping and grinding into your clit.

your gummy walls clench around the naga’s cock, forcing a throaty groan from his lips. his lashes flutter with ecstasy as his cock twitches inside of you, his quiet noises rising in volume — becoming breathy and whiny.

“little bunny — i’m gonna cum…” the naga groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. “cum with me… need’ta feel you cum again.”

he heatedly slots his lips against yours, groans and whines echoing throughout your shared nest as his kisses trail the expanse of your throat. his touch leaves a trail of fire, your cunt pulsing as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“bunny — please…. cum with me! cum with me!” ropes of cum spill from the naga’s cocks, simultaneously filling you to the brim and staining the soft flesh of your stomach. he continues fucking into you, the way his shaft bulges inside of you forcing an orgasm to wrack your body.

your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling as your vision blurs with tears, the naga releasing a throaty groan. “that’s it, little bunny. just let go f’me…”

“s’gonna hurt a bit, darling…” the naga warns before his cockhead forces its way past your cervix, blinding pain erupting from your lower half. your fingers dig into his shoulder, a shrill cry erupting from your lips.

“i know, little one… just a bit longer. you’re doing so good for me.”

an egg the size of a tennis ball is planted in your womb, heavy and warm. one after another, the naga fills you with his eggs before slowly, carefully removing himself and brushing away your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. you feel unbearably full, unable to forget the pain from the intrusion. the naga’s eyes soften at your tears, his palm reaching out to gently cup your stomach — just above where your womb would be. a soft light shines from his hand, the scent of rain and moss attacking your senses as the pain ebbs away.

the naga wraps you in his tail, tenderly pressing your head to his broad, sturdy chest as he plants a small kiss to the crown of your head. with a flick of his hand, the naga cleans you up, the fragrance of his magick and the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

[charmixpower]

what are your hc's when it comes to the specialists hobbies? (+Nabu)

i'm kinda sad we don't really know a lot about them.

YEAH!!! Or if we know their hobbies, WE NEVER GET TO SEE THEM ENJOY THEM??? Unless ur Helia. Pretty people privilege

Sky

Listen, I need you to look at Erendor and Samara and tell me if Sky has a life or any real time for hobbies. The answer is no he does not

Listen dragon equestrian is a thing that exists in the magic dimension and he loves it do not argue with me this man loves it. Riding a dragon and doing tricks, what more could you want out of a sport???

He also spends so much time teaching Lady tricks you'd think he was entering her into a competition. He's not, he is simply having fun

Sky really likes running, and walking. With or without Lady, he is content to run around with this thoughts. It's his favorite form of exercise

I think Sky would enjoy at least some of the royalty approved activities pushed on him, like riding horses and dragons obviously, but also dancing. (Though he would hate learning how to play an instrument or something that required sitting without movement)

I think he'd like the fake duel's and mock battles like fencing over real combat but that's just my version of Sky that lives in my head talking

I don't think Sky is really snobby about anything that isn't tea. Does he argue with other people about which tea tastes the best? Maybe. It's like part because he and Diaspro have opposite tastes in tea and they will argue about anything, part because tea was the only meal he wasn't being hovered over because it's supposed to be a bit more informal than a real meal, half because magix doesn't have all that good tea options

Brandon

He suffers from has no life syndrome too but worse actually bc he's had a government job at 17!!!

Does crafting and maintaining an Instagram presence count as a hobby? I mean I do this as a hobby so I'm gonna say it counts. Making thinking your hot into a hobby, I wish I were him

I have no clue if Brandon genuinely enjoys weightlifting or gymnastics or if he does it because it's literally required of him but I DO think he'd enjoy exercise in general. Like?? He's getting hotter, better able to handle situations, AND it makes him feel great. 10/10 he loves it

I think Brandon would enjoy calligraphy. I have like multiple friends who are on their handwriting bullshit and Brandon would absolutely be one of these people. He'd write exclusively in fancy capital letters while pretending to be Sky, but he also like genuinely knows calligraphy and enjoys it. No one knows cept Sky until Stella wants to write something formally and he writes it for her

Brandon is way too chill of a person, and while I think he's like naturally good at controlling his emotions I also think he does SOMETHING for mindfulness. Reads self help books, does meditation, something that helps him stay so fucking chill all the time

On that topic I also think Brandon likes psychology, like the "why do people act the way they do?" side. Just a little bit, he gets along with way too many insane people to not have at least a little idea

Timmy

He's the least interesting specialist to me in canon so he's where I'm on my bullshit. Listen man we don't need TWO computer wizs, we can have one computer genius and an engineering nerd. For the sake of everyone around Tecna not being the exact same as her AND for my enrichment

Timmy is obsessed with their air crafts. He can talk for HOURS about types of planes, the Owl assigned to their squad is literally his fucking baby and Riven is NOT allowed to pilot it EVER. He lost his mind just a little bit when he's got to pilot a Hawk with Helia, he was so excited. This is definitely his main hobby and why he's in the RF air force track instead of the engineering track, he WILL fly and nothing will stop him

If Legos exist in the magical dimension he's obsessed with them and makes the most insane builds and you know I'm right

Riven absolutely gets Timmy into lock picking. Lock picking is just a logic puzzle that also has a real life application and they spend so much time trying to pick difficult locks when they need a no think thing to do

And speed running, all the specialists have a tendency to just watch him play a video game stupid fast and it's group bonding

Shooting is a sport and one that Timmy enjoys immensely

Riven

Reading. No I'm so serious he's the character shown holding a book the most often. This man reads. Tbh he's probably reading about types of magical animals that specialists are called in to deal with, and their behaviors. That and like lists of forgeable plants

Riven also sews and makes his own clothes! Like it's a restoration thing but also Riven just likes fashion and has very specific ideas for clothes so he just makes them himself.

Riven is the most passionate about sword play and combat. Like it's genuinely fun for him, I think if everyone was set loose they'd drift away from being in the military except Riven. This is his passion. Survivalist stuff is also a huge passion of his. It's his concentration at RF I will never shut up about that hc. His dream job is dealing with magical animal threats in the wilderness, everyone thinks he's just a little insane

That and podcasts. Oh my god the podcasts Riven would have listened to in middle school, cringe worthy, they're EXACTLY what your thinking and it's terrible. Thankfully he listens to calming podcasts and like educational podcasts now, and the occasional true crime one

I'm not sure if lock picking is a hobby for him or if it's just something he HAD to learn, but he takes a lot of pride in it so I'm assuming it's a hobby. Riven likes logic puzzles and that's what lock picking is

Does Riven have an interest in photography or did he print off pictures from Musa's Instagram, the world may never know

Helia

We know the most about his hobbies. Painting, origami, and poetry. Helia is well and truly vibing, and by that I mean I bet you he spends hours agonizing about every detail <3

He probably also has a bullet journal, it's the vibes, do you understand where I'm coming from?

I think Helia would be super into general DIY in every area and at one point he gets Timmy into helping refurbish a chair he found, sometimes he just wants to work on something and that something is a chair he picked up off the curb

Helia definitely picked up how to use his string gloves for fun and to have a body active hobby and he loves it? I think Helia would really enjoy doing things that challenge him and he has the most esoteric weapon so it fits

I also think Helia's glove string weapon is as much of a weapon as it can be used for string art? I think he'd like string art

Helia can parkour and that's on wanting to get the PERFECT angle for his reference piece and know he's 40 ft in the air, Saladin slowly lost his mind when he adopted Helia after his parents died because the kid would not stop climbing on RF

Helia is also a chronic people watcher. At least 70% time when he's people watching he's also drawing them but sometimes he's too tired for that XD

Nabu

Learning about his hyper fixation magic. Listen this man will DEMOLISH a library in a week to learn about the intricacies of runic magic, he is vibrating in his shoes

Okay I know Timmy is the one who you'd assume would like this the most, but I think if you put a ttrpg in front of Nabu he'd fucking love it??? He would either spend 2 million hours world building as the DM or get way into role playing

I think Nabu spends a lot more time fucking around and having fun with his magic than most magic users. Like learning how to make small intricate beautiful things with his magic. I definitely think there would be an art form based around magic that Nabu would be super into that

Nabu absolutely is a history buff too. Like knows about ancient techniques for making things off the top of his head can list most major developments in each century when prompted history buff and I love him

He probably also has a rock collection, this man is autistic and we have rock collections. Sometimes the rocks are magically and that's always exciting

Nabu and Flora spending hours researching a random ass specific phenomenon and having the time of their lives

[mlmxreader]

Things Heard and Seen | John Price x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Could I request "Are you flirting with me?" with our dear Price please?

summary: overnight patrols aren’t the best in the world, but sometimes, they’re absolutely terrifying. 

tws: swearing, smoking, depictions of injury, blood, body horror

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Overnight patrols were the last thing that you had wanted to do, the very last duty that you had had in mind, but you still agreed to do it, as you were more than aware that if you didn’t, you would somehow end up with something worse to do around the base; it was cold, the night was only dimly lit by the dull LEDs that were used just outside of the bunkers, no moon and no stars visible thanks to the thick charcoal clouds that smudged across the dark blue canvas.

The night was quiet, a slight breeze that left a soft chill behind each whisper, and you had guessed that all the animals that you usually saw were probably hidden in dens and burrows to avoid the chill; the grass beneath your boots was stiff, and didn’t allow its blades to be dirtied by dewdrops.

It was too warm for ice.

But the night was getting colder, and although you tugged Price’s leather jacket tighter, and even did the zip up all the way, you could still feel the biting chill as it crawled up the back of your spine. You knew you were alone, whenever you looked back at where the one four one were, you could see plainly that no one was around, not even Price, but you still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching you.

Like you were being observed from something crouched and lurking in the nearby bushes, or stalked by something crawling along the long and dark stretches of shadows that were surrounding you; something that would quickly duck behind something close so that you couldn’t see it.

Maybe you were just tired, as you rubbed your eyes and let out a soft yawn; it was weird that you could see your own breath, but you presumed you were probably just running hotter than usual because of the leather jacket. Even if the hairs at the back of your neck were standing on edge and your heart was beginning to hammer in your chest; you stopped, and searched your cargo trousers for a moment.

You let out a soft sigh of relief when you grabbed the small can of Red Bull you had brought with you, and cracked it open; you still felt like you were being watched, observed, hunted.

Something in your stomach didn’t feel right, and your heart was getting more and more rapid before you even thought about taking a swig from your can; you shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably just a deer or a badger or something nearby that was watching you curiously. It couldn’t have been anything more than that.

The sudden sound of radio static made you jump as you flinched and let out a soft breath, but you soon realised that something wasn’t quite right when you heard voices, distinct and panicked, asking when it would be time to head to France; you had heard stories from Soap about radio communications coming in years after they had been transmitted, but you didn’t think it was even possible. They sounded desperate, scared, and even hesitant.

The radio chatter died, and you swallowed thickly; your hand shook as you brought your can of Red Bull to your lips. You felt exposed, vulnerable, and you wished that there was something you could rest your back against so you at least knew that there was nothing behind you.

You were sure that it was just where the bins had not been emptied for a while, but carried by the breeze there was a strong smell of rotten eggs.

You didn’t want to take a look around you, chewing at the inside of your lip as you frowned and tried to steel yourself; you were a soldier, for fuck’s sake - wasn’t the entire point to be brave?

“Hey, mate, you shouldn’t be here.”

You slowly turned around, face falling and all bravery melting away as your eyes widened and a soft gasp left your open mouth; his head was tilted to the side at an unnatural angle, his vest was frayed and torn and didn’t even attempt to cover the gaping hole and the exposed ribs.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A small puddle was forming around his feet as he stood there, and when he took a step closer, you could see that the bones in his neck were sticking up and out of the flesh. Still fresh and wet.

You swallowed thickly, and took a step back.

“Didn’t you hear?” He asked. “We’re shipping out to France tomorrow. You ought to be in bed.”

You swallowed again, hardly able to form even a syllable as you stared at him; when he took another step forward, the dull lights just and just hitting his features, you couldn’t believe it.

His skin had chunks missing from it, so deep that they exposed his bones, and his nose was no longer there; his eyes were completely white, and where his ears should have been, there were only more chunks missing.

He stank of rotten eggs, and when he tried to take another step forward, you wanted to weep; his bones were grinding and clicking, like there was no longer any living flesh there. 

“C’mon, mate,” he was starting to sound like radio static. “It’s a big day tomorrow - we should get you to bed… do you need a smoke? Calm your nerves?”

You whimpered, a shuddering gasp leaving your lips the longer you looked at him.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The puddle at his feet was growing, the ribs that you could see were cracked and the flesh around them burned; you took a look around, and when you went to look back at him, he was gone.

You stood there, staring at where the puddle had been; the smell of rotten eggs had passed, and the air felt a little warmer. You no longer felt like you were being watched, but that didn’t stop you from letting out a shriek and nearly spilling your Red Bull all over yourself when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Price looked at you, brows furrowed as he cleared his throat. “Fuck me, I only came to check on you… you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shook your head, looking around again. “There’s… there was… there’s… just here, he was… he was… he was right here.”

He nodded slowly, bringing two cigarettes out of his coat pocket and offering you one; he lit it for you before he did so his own, and took a long drag. He raised a brow, humming. “Did you see a ghost?”

You nodded, crashing yourself into his side. “He… he was right there! I’m not making this up!”

“Alright, I believe you,” Price told you gently, putting his arm around you. “But, I’m with you now, so you ain’t got anything to worry about.” 

You were comforted by his presence, admittedly, and couldn’t help it as you leaned more into his side; Price had always been a source of comfort for you, you couldn’t lie, even before he had asked if he could be your boyfriend, he had always been comforting.

Now, when you needed it the most, you were even more grateful for that. You felt safe, you knew that you were going to be just fine so long as he was nearby; but you dreaded to think what would happen if he left, when he left. 

Price wasn’t about to say it, but he could feel your body trembling as he kept you close to his side, and he wondered what the fuck had shaken you up so much; surely it couldn’t have been something as silly as seeing a ghost - ghosts weren’t real, and you were probably just suffering from being up for a while. But, it wasn’t his place to judge, he knew that; he wasn’t Captain at the moment, he was the boyfriend.

His duty was to make you feel safe, and to offer you some comfort while he could. 

There was that feeling again, like something was watching, and you didn’t even hesitate as you pressed yourself into Price’s side, chewing at your lip and nearly dropping both your cigarette and your Red Bull, wide eyed and pressing your face against the side of his neck so that you didn’t have to see whatever fucker was going to come after you next.

Price took another drag from his cigarette as he debated what to do, how he could make you feel better and how he could possibly help you get through being so shaken up; he pursed his lips, and hummed quietly as he gently tapped your shoulder. “Have I ever told you how thankful I am that I met you?”

You nodded, squeezing against him even more when you heard static from your radio. “Ev- every day.”

“I still think,” he started, “honestly, that you’re the best person I’ve ever met. I’d quite happily be yours forever, y’know. I’d be chuffed to say yeah, that’s the person I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.”

“Jo- John,” you swallowed thickly, only daring to break away from him so that you could take a swig from your Red Bull and steal a few drags from your cigarette. “Are… you’re… are you- are you flirting with me?”

“Glad you noticed,” Price hummed, gently tapping your shoulder again as he smiled. “I’m gonna stay here until Soap comes to relieve you, though… don’t really want you to be all alone right now.” 

“I’ll, I’ll be fuh- fine.”

“You don’t sound it, pup,” he frowned, shaking his head. “Don’t look it, neither.”

Your bottom lip trembled, and you sniffled. “Y… you don’t fin- think less of me?”

Price shook his head, gently kissing your forehead as he let out a harsh sigh. “Because you got scared? No… even Ghost, tough as he is, has shit a few bricks here and there whilst doing the overnight shift.”

You could relax a little, trying to steady your words and your breathing as you unzipped the jacket to give yourself a bit of a breather; it was warm enough now that you could, and with Price beside you, knowing that he was going to comfort you all night, you could let your guard down again a little bit.

It helped that he kept his arm around your shoulders and that he stayed near, the closeness a harsh reminder that you were not alone, and that you did have someone there to keep you safe during the rest of your patrol; it did bring a slight smile to your face to know that even Ghost had gotten scared doing it before, and you would have been lying if you ever said that it didn’t help to calm your freshly shocked nerves, too. 

Every now and then, just to remind you that he was actually there and that he wasn’t about to leave your side, Price would pull you close enough that he could gently kiss your temple or your forehead; he could see it in your eyes that the fear was dying out, and that the tension from being shaken up and scared was slowly melting from your body.

He was glad of that, at the very least; he didn’t like seeing you scared, even if he was certain that just a silly ghost had never gotten to you that much. Even if he was convinced that something else had happened. He wasn’t going to push the subject, though, not unless you decided to talk about it openly; if you said you had seen a ghost and had gotten scared, then he guessed that you had seen a ghost and that it had scared you. 

Besides, Price liked spending time with you enough as it was, and in the quiet and the dark, he could say things to you that he couldn’t say in front of others for fear that it would undermine his authority; he could openly tell you he loved you, he could compliment you and he could shower you with all the praises he had bottled up. It was more than worth a bit of sleep deprivation. 

[shamera]

NaNo day 12

continued from here, I guess?

I guess this time loop fic will have chapters, lol here is the beach episode, part 1

“Repeat?” Fang Duobing asked, the young man still blinking sleep from his eyes at breakfast. 

“Yes,” Di Feisheng responded easily, drinking his tea easily as he allowed Hulijing to climb onto the bench next to him and curl up next to him, resting a hand on the warm furred back. 

“That sounds—”

“Implausible?” Di Feisheng completed Li Lianhua’s statement, and then added, “Sounds like I ate something wrong the previous night, or had a strange dream? Didn’t get enough sleep?”

Li Lianhua only raised an eyebrow at him, unperturbed. He was always unperturbed about this conversation, arms folded neatly into his sleeves on his lap after pouring the tea, the very same manner he held every morning— perhaps even before this loop started. He couldn’t remember a difference from before and after the day started repeating. 

Di Feisheng wasn’t entirely sure how long he lived this single day, but it must not have been very long with the way Wuyan continued to cross out only small sections of the map he brought. 

Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing both humoured him, and the days were different enough whenever Di Feisheng tested another move or suggestion. He was content for this to continue until he found the Styx Flower. 

But for this day… 

“Let’s head south,” Di Feisheng suggested. “Away from the village. Perhaps the loop will end.”

Li Lianhua gave him a long look, but then shrugged. “It would be nice to spend a day not worrying about anything. Did you have a destination in mind?”

“No. Just south for a day.”

— 

“Just east for a day.”

— 

“Just north for a day.”

— 

That morning, Di Feisheng deposited a pile of rolled scallion pancakes and a pot of warm congee, to Fang Duobing’s absolute glee and Li Lianhua’s confused glances. 

“What’s the occasion?” Fang Duobing asked right before he grabbed at a scallion pancake and then readjusted his grip as it proved hotter than he imagined, blowing on it gently a few times before handing it over to Li Lianhua, who gave him a bemused smile as Fang Duobing then went to grab two more pancakes and repeat the same process as the food scalded his hands. 

Li Lianhua set his food down on the plate and scooped congee into three bowls, distributing it between the three of them. The clink of clay pottery against the uneven wooden surface of the table must have been comfortable even before the loops began, but now it was familiar in a way that settled his nerves. Di Feisheng couldn’t remember the last stretch of time where his days were so repetitive in motion, except for his seclusion where the days passed entirely without his notice. 

This theory about the continuing and repeating days being tied to the area they were in didn’t pan out, but that didn’t mean he exhausted his options yet. 

“Let’s delay the investigation a day,” He said, watching as the others began eating. “There’s somewhere I want to visit.”

“Close to here?” Fang Duobing asked with his mouth full, sounding doubtful. 

“Close enough.” Di Feisheng confirmed, refilling the tea for them.

It was hours later, the sun already high in the sky, when Lotus Tower came to a stop along the sandy roads next to a tiny fishing town. Di Feisheng had seen this place on the maps for days, but had no reason to visit a location where only a smattering of poor wooden houses were, the shore lined with a handful of wooden fishing boats. 

“We should stop here for the day,” Di Feisheng decided, the nonchalance in his tone attracting Li Lianhua’s suspicions once more. 

“And what are you up to this time, Lao Di?” The other asked him, hands tucked into his sleeves as they surveyed their surroundings. It was a clear and beautiful day, and the call of gulls above them was as loud as the strong winds, the cool air just a touch too chilled to entertain the idea of going out into the water. 

“This is definitely not close,” Fang Duobing grumbled, rubbing his hands from where he had been handling the horse reins the past hour. Hulijing was circling the young man’s legs happily, tail wagging and tongue out at the new adventure. “Where are we, anyway? Why are we here?”

The dog sneezed, and then trotted off toward the water, ignoring the rest of them. 

“Hulijing!” Fang Duobing called out, already chasing after her. “Don’t just go off by yourself! What if there are crabs? You’re going to get pinched!”

It wasn’t quite the coast, but the inlet of a large lake, with the winds creating waves on the water that lapped gently onto the sandy beach. Li Lianhua squinted against the sunlight and then turned to say, “This is certainly unlike you.”

“Is it?” Di Feisheng asked, and set out on a sedate walk after both Fang Duobing and the dog, knowing that Li Lianhua would follow. “What do you think this is, then?”

Li Lianhua made a considering noise, keeping pace with Di Feisheng. He picked at a random leaf as they passed the dwindling shrubbery along the shore, stepping out onto the sand. “...An intervention? I can’t imagine what for. We spent a week travelling in the rain, I would think you’re sick of seeing water at this point.”

Di Feisheng almost forgot about the previous rains. For him, the sunshine of ‘today’ stretched along his memory. 

“You’re incorrect.” Di Feisheng told him with a half smile. 

“Oh? I don’t recall expressing a solid theory. You’re very quick to say I’m wrong.”

Ahead of them, Hulijing had already run into the shallow waters, slashing along the shore, jumping from one wave to another and barking happily. Fang Duobing nearly tripped over himself to stop in time before he got splashed as well. 

“You are.” Di Feisheng confirmed, more than a little smug. “Whatever reason you think we stopped here for, you’re wrong. I guarantee it.”

Li Lianhua raised an eyebrow. “No confidence in me? I’m hurt.”

“Tell me a secret,” Di Feisheng urged, “And I will tell you exactly why we’re here.”

Li Lianhua huffed, and tossed the leaf between his hands, turning his attention over to Fang Duobing and Hulijing instead. “This again? A-Fei, you already know everything about yourself. I don’t have any secrets that you don’t already know about.”

By this point, Di Feisheng knew that he could easily convince Fang Duobing something strange was going on with the fortune sticks, yet each iteration of the day remained the same in that Li Lianhua never fully believed unless Di Feisheng managed to predict every event in the day. He was always quick to accept Di Feisheng’s words, but never truly believed them. 

“I never said a secret about me.” Di Feisheng turned to face him fully. “A secret about you. Something you’ve never told anyone else.”

“So you can use it against me? No, thanks.”

“So there is information I can use against you?”

Li Lianhua made a face, but didn’t deny it. He instead cupped his mouth and called out to Fang Duobing, “Don’t fall into the water! If you get sick, I won’t be the one cleaning up after you!”

At the water’s edge, Hulijing shook off water all over Fang Duobing, who protested, “I’m not the one who gets sick easily!”

Ironic coming from someone with a name like that, Di Feisheng mused as he folded his arms and watched Li Lianhua grouse half-heartedly at that response. After watching their antics for another second, Di Feisheng looked up to judge the time they had left that day. 

“Come on,” he told Li Lianhua, “let’s go find a boat.”

— 

It was easy to find a family too busy that day to be out on the water, and Di Feisheng handed the silver over in exchange for their boat and equipment for the day before slinging the bag over a shoulder and handing the poles to Li Lianhua and Fang Duobing, who tagged along curiously while flapping at his damp sleeves. 

“Is this a dream? It must be a dream.” Fang Duobing commented, staring vacantly at the fishing pole and not moving even as Di Feisheng urged them forward. “Is this a nightmare? Is something really bad going to happen now?”

Li Lianhua pinched him, and Fang Duobing jerked away with a betrayed look. “Good now? What are you talking about? Why would we be in your nightmares?”

“That’s what I want to know as well.” Fang Duobing lamented. 

“The wind might blow us all the way to the other side,” Li Lianhua said to Di Feisheng. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“No,” Di Feisheng admitted, nudging a foot to kick at Fang Duobing’s shin until the young man started to move again. It was mere steps toward the edge of the lake shore where the small boat, barely able to comfortably fit the three of them, was dragged halfway on land. “If that happens, we can walk back.”

“Do you even know how to fish?” Fang Duobing asked Di Feisheng, tone suspicious. 

“Do you?”

Hulijing jumped into the boat after them, sniffing around the wood and the abandoned netting at the front before raising its head and making loud snuffling noises of disapproval. With the dog there, there definitely wasn’t enough room for three people to stretch out their legs. Fang Duobing, however, brightened at the dog joining them and clucked his tongue in an attempt to tempt it to sit next to him. 

Di Feisheng pushed the boat out the rest of the way into the water and hopped in as well, rocking the boat down heavily enough that the dog scrambled a bit for purchase. They were immediately pushed further into the waters by the low lapping waves, the motion rocking back and forth heavily for a while before it stabilised slightly. 

“I know how to do this,” Fang Duobing said as he stared into the bag of supplies, openly fascinated. He had the fishing pole braced against him like he normally would his sword, and pulled out a pouch of bait. “But I have to admit, this young master has never done this before.”

Li Lianhua snickered, and stole the bait from him. “Oh? I would never have guessed.”

Fang Duobing flushed. “I never had the chance!”

“You have the chance today.” Di Feisheng said evenly, leaning in to peer into the bait bag as Li Lianhua opened it, ignoring the fact that Fang Duobing was doing the same on the other side. Inside were various fruits and insects, the smell such that Fang Duobing immediately recoiled away with a hand going up to cover his nose. 

“Not bad,” Li Lianhua said. “That’s if there’s anything good in this lake.”

“Why have fishermen living here otherwise?” Di Feisheng pointed out. Then he eyed his own pole a second, thumb pressing down on the thin and unevenly carved wood, and added, “How about a wager?”

Fang Duobing perked up. “A wager?”

“Person with the least catches makes dinner,” Di Feisheng said casually, already unspooling the line to tie to the pole. The other two were giving him wide-eyed looks, and Di Feisheng raised an eyebrow in challenge. 

“You don’t cook.” Li Lianhua pointed out to him. 

“I’ll buy something.” Di Feisheng said. 

Fang Duobing’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward until he was shoving up against Li Lianhua’s shoulder to point at Di Feisheng. “I want braised pork. Stewed lamb! Chicken with—”

“Make that yourself.” Di Feisheng told him. 

“You said you’d buy dinner!”

“If I lose.” His voice was smug. “This is not my first time catching fish.”

As they argued, Li Lianhua was calmly choosing his bait, pushing a curious Hulijing’s snout away from the bag from time to time, and already preparing his line. His movement was careful and measured even with the rocking of the boat and with Fang Duobing pushing up against his side in efforts to reach and claw and Di Feisheng, the other man only smirking smugly as he leaned away. 

“I don’t remember the last time I fished,” Li Lianhua murmured amongst their argument. He frowned at the line, thinner than he remembered. Hulijing nosed at his hands as he investigated, and he petted her flank absentmindedly. “I’m much better with traps.”

“Fine!” Fang Duobing all but shouted at Di Feisheng, jerking a thumb to gesture at himself. “This young master will cook dinner for the week if I lose, but you’ll see! I won’t lose! In return, you have to buy everything I listed if you lose! And I eat a lot!”

Di Feisheng didn’t bother to respond, instead letting the silence fluster Fang Duobing more. 

“I am not,” Fang Duobing repeated with an expression that was more pout than frown, “going to lose!”

— 

Nearly a whole sichen later, Di Feisheng was starting to regret the wager. 

“No, no,” Fang Duobing was saying, arms around Hulijing since his fishing pole had been tied to the side of the boat. “That definitely counts. That’s a catch!”

“It counts,” Di Feisheng agreed quickly. 

Li Lianhua was staring at the snag of weeds he reeled in, frowning. The deep line between his brows betrayed his genuine upset, although his posture was still relaxed— far more relaxed than both Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing, who each caught two fish (Di Feisheng’s being much larger) before they realised that Li Lianhua had yet to catch a single one. 

“Look at it,” Fang Duobing was saying with round, panicked eyes. “How many is that? Three clumps now? That counts as three! We can dry it and use it for seasoning later.”

“This isn’t the ocean,” Li Lianhua pointed out. He flicked the clump of weeds back into the water despite Fang Duobing’s protests. “You can’t eat that, Xiaobao.”

“I could try,” Fang Duobing insisted weakly. 

Li Lianhua sighed, looking slightly aggrieved as he checked their surroundings. They managed to drift a good distance into the large lake, and the shore looked far away. The sky was calm, and the winds dissipated to a mild breeze to help keep them cool under the sunlight. It really was a perfect day for fishing. There were a few other boats out as well, although they were larger and far away, and looked to be pulling in entire nets. 

“It’s fine,” he said, “I already had plans for a new recipe tonight.”

“You can have my catch,” Di Feisheng offered generously. “It can count as yours.”

“Mine, too,” Fang Duobing quickly offered on the other side. “We’ll just start over—”

“That’s cheating,” Li Lianhua said, although there was a subtle upward curve to his lips. “There’s only three of us, and we all know the count. But I will take the fish to cook for tonight.”

Di Feisheng and Fang Duobing exchanged a look, and came to an agreement. 

“Well,” Fang Duobing said awkwardly. “Who says this contest is over? We still have time.”

— 

They stayed out on the water until the sun was ready to set, until they all shifted in the tiny space to find the most comfortable spot, until Li Lianhua’s back was pressed flush against Di Feisheng’s, a line of warmth in the slowly cooling air. The boat was small and too narrow to comfortably sit two next to each other for an extended amount of time, but sharing a seat was still doable if each was facing the opposite direction. 

Fang Duobing, who had been attempting to give entirely nonsensical directions in an effort to help Li Lianhua catch more fish, finally gave up and was dozing lightly with a cloth covering his head for shade, sprawled at the front of the boat among the netting with his arms crossed, and his legs sprawled askew over Li Lianhua’s lap. Hulijing was curled up underneath the seats, also dozing. 

While Li Lianhua was still holding onto his fishing pole, Di Feisheng had done the same as Fang Duobing and tied his pole to the edge of the boat, undisturbed unless there was a bite on the line. He had his eyes closed and hands atop his knees, breathing evenly in a semi-meditative state, curiously relaxed despite the open environment. 

“How did you learn how to fish?” Li Lianhua asked softly in the stillness of the sunset. 

Di Feisheng breathed out, taking his eye and not bothering to open his eyes as he responded, “I haven’t before like this. Catching them with my hands was more effective back then.”

He could feel Li Lianhua’s slightest movement against his back, as the other asked, “...Back then?”

Di Feisheng wasn’t sure he wanted to talk about it. But he was calm, calmer than if anyone else dared to ask. “Before Jinyuan Alliance.”

It was several ke before Li Lianhua spoke again. “...When I was younger, I thought about being a weaponsmith. I tried, a few times. Swords were so beautiful to me that I wanted to make something that beautiful myself. But I was never any good at it.”

“...so you gave up?”

He could feel Li Lianhua shrug. “I also liked martial arts, and that I was good at. It made sense. It was a passing fancy. I never had the patience for the forge. Just the fascination.”

Di Feisheng thought about them sitting there, on a cramped boat, with Li Lianhua calmly and patiently waiting for a catch that would never bite, and not once expressing any upset over it. Not even when Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng were both also there, both inexperienced in the craft and surpassing him in their first try. 

He thought Li Lianhua might have made more use of the time if he were the one stuck the the repeat of days, and perhaps he could use that time to relearn how to forge. Within the repeats, Di Feisheng was calm. He knew how the day would end, how it would begin again, and the repetition eased the constant sense of urgency within him. So long as the day kept repeating, the future was pushed to a comfortable distance. There was no immediate threat, not even bicha. 

Di Feisheng had never felt like this before. 

He wondered, if they managed to get through everything, if he found the Styx flower, if this was how things could feel like. The endless drifting of waves gently splashing against the boat, the rocking motion and the breeze against his face. The line of warmth against his back, shifting slightly whenever Li Lianhua moved to pat at Fang Duobing’s leg. 

This was the information, Di Feisheng understood, that he asked for. 

“After this is all over,” he requested, eyes still closed, “make me one.”

— 

This time, when Di Feisheng woke in Lotus Tower after a day out on the water and an evening under the stars, he felt calm. There was a sense of peace, along with regret, lingering with the taste of wine and charred fish. He recalled Hulijing kicking up sand running around the fire they built by the shore, and sparring with Fang Duobing while Li Lianhua called out corrections on the side, his suggestions more and more ridiculous until Di Feisheng upended him from his seat on a log. 

It was morning now, and Fang Duobing’s elbow was digging into his side. The birds were loud in the forest, and the sun already making its way above the mountains, and… 

Somehow, there was a sense of grief. 

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Burn For Me - Chapter 2b

*Warning: Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

I pulled up to the school, heading straight towards the door.

Once I walked into the building, automatically one of the professors spotted me.

“What are you doing here Connor?” Mr. Falcon asked with a smile as he walked up to me.

I shook my head.

“Nothing much,” I muttered.

Mr. Falcon was a tall lean man with light brown hair and hazel eyes, I had one of his classes back in my sophomore days and he was one of the nicest teachers.

He was an Elder like all the rest of the teachers here but I have no idea what kind of power he wields.

“Didn’t you graduate already,” I heard the teasing tone in his voice but I didn’t play along.

“Hmm,” was all I said.

There was a light pause before he spoke again.

“I’m pretty sure I seen your dad running around here earlier,” he told me looking around like Caleb would pop up just form the mention of him.

"Okay."

“Alright, well, I’ll see you around,” and with that Mr. Falcon walked off waving goodbye at me.

I wasn’t the best person to talk to, since I was alone most of the time.

Really most of my life, my conversation skill suffered for it and I sometime came off as rude but what do you expect from an orphan with an abusive family and pack, who had chosen to go mute for a few years.

I didn’t linger as I started off down the hall at a brisk pace because I didn’t want to bump into anyone else right now so I turned an empty corridor trying to avoid any other encounter. 

For some strange reason I felt uneasy the moment I walked into the school and the further I walked down the hallway the stronger it became.

I felt suffocated like I did in my dream and hot.

Frowning, I stopped suddenly trying to get my breath back.

'What the hell is happening?’ I thought in confusion.

Then a sudden chill ran up my spine as I turned to look to my right.

And there was the old wood door from yesterday that lead to the old fashion basement prison.

Unable to stop myself and just like last time my body moved on its own, I opened the door the large screeching sound attaching my ears again.

I walked in cracking the door like last time and tipped toed down the stairs, the air was stuffier than yesterday which was weird.

Since this was a basement in an old castle, wasn’t it supposed to be cold and drafty instead of hot and stuffy?

My feet had a mind of their own and took me straight towards the back where the giant metal box was.

And just like before the closer I got to it the hotter it became which made me really think it was a heater of some sort but I spotted something I didn’t see yesterday.

On the top of the metal box were weird ventilation holes that didn’t fit a heater in the least bit.

I walked up to it, looking at it up and down in uncertainty as the uneasiness from earlier got worse and worse.

Gulping I reached out and touched the smooth surface with the tip of my fingers and immediately yanked my hand back with a sharp scream at the feeling of scorching hot metal on my fingertips.

I fell back in shock clutching my hand to my chest staring up at the thing.

“Did you hear that?” a distant voice said from all the way in the front of the room.

I snapped my head around in distress.

I don’t think I was allowed down here so being caught would not me a good thing.

Quickly, I pulled myself up from the grimy floor and franticly looked for a place to hide, as the sound of footsteps got closer but it was no use everything was left in the open.

When the sound of them seconds away reached my ears and I panicked.

I spotted a gap behind the metal box, so immediately I raced towards it squeezing in behind it trying to keep myself as close to the wall so not to get burned by the metal again. 

“I don’t see anything,” that was the deep male voice from earlier but it was mere feet away this time.

“Man, it’s hot in here,” another male voice said.

“Yeah... it’s pretty miserable situation down here but I kind of feel bad... you know?” the guy said.

"Hmm.”

I took that as an agreement from the other male.

“Well it won’t be long now... it will be all over by tomorrow.”

“We’ll have to go and make the arrangements. The Elder’s Infiltration Division and the head council made their decision and we have no chose but to obey them.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

I waited till the front door closed before scooting out and falling to my knees gasping for air.

I was pouring sweating and my lungs were desperate for fresh air as I collapsed.

I didn’t understand why that thing was so damn hot, there wasn’t anything hooked up to the back for it to be a heater and it was unusually quiet.

Sighing I turned over on my back and laid there for a long moment thinking back on that weird conversation.

Maybe it has to do with what my dad and uncle Jim were whispering about yesterday, with the counsel being involved and all.

But if the Elder’s Infiltration Division was involved it was something serious.

I’m pretty sure Avery’s brother James, was part of that group.

They were the ones who broke into hunter facilities and rescued captured wolves.

So what did they decided on?

'Ugh, maybe I’m just being nosy and looking too much into something that probably was nothing.'

I have too much free time on my hands I should start looking for a job or something.

Groaning I hopped to my feet ready to get out of this hot basement but right when I made a move to leave, the sound of chains rattling caught my sensitive ears and I jerked to a stop.

My heart began to race as I turned towards the sound and found myself facing the metal box again.

I stood there for a whole minute waiting for the sound again but got nothing.

Taking a shaking deep breath I stepped closer towards the box making sure I was at a safe distance so I didn’t burn myself.

“Hello?” I whispered.

There was no way someone was in there, I’m just being stupid.

I shook my head ready to leave but my body wouldn’t move.

“Hello?” I said much louder.

“Is some…one… in there?” it came out as a bewildered question.

I got no answer and I huffed at how ridiculous I was being. 

“Of course no one’s in there, why would a school be locking people away in dangerously hot large metal boxes?” I muttered to myself.

The rattling chains came again and I jumped at the sound stepping back but this time the sound of chains slamming against the walls of the box rang loud and clear which caused me to gasp in fright and run. 

'Someone really was in there.'

[revonie]

SAGAU TIME (Flirty God!Reader Part 1)

God!Reader watched as every acolyte bowed before them. They have no idea why they're here in Teyvat and how they got here. Despite their inner turmoil, God!Reader face remained expressionless.

“Why am I here?” They asked in an intimidating tone. The bowing acolytes were taken aback by their tone, but tried to keep their composure.

“We've summoned you, Your Holiness.” Zhongli replied.

“What did you just call me? What do you mean you've summoned me?” Their eyes stared at him rather frighteningly. Ei decided to speak up.

“W-We've performed a ritual that can summon you here in Teyvat-” She was cut off by God!Reader.

“Why in the world would you summon me?” Rainbow-colored orbs gazed intently at her purple orbs.

“It's because we want you back, Creator! All of your loyal acolytes bowing before you wants you back in Teyvat!” Venti blurted out, earning him a hard stare from them. Every acolyte present suddenly felt a chilling aura from the Creator.

‘Creator? So I am right, sagau is real.’

The acolytes waited for their response. They were scared because they thought they'd angered their beloved Creator.

“I've decided-” All eyes were now on God!Reader.

“From here on out, everyone of you are no longer my acolytes. I do not want you as my followers.” They declared it firmly. Each acolytes eyes widened; they rejected them? They don't want them? Why? Before anyone of them could say something, God!Reader beat them to it.

“Besides,” God!Reader for the first time, smirked at them. “Why would you want to be my followers when you could be my wives and husbands instead~?” They asked in a flirtatious manner, one eyebrow raised.

“EHH!?!” Everyone's now a blushing mess because of their lovely God's declaration. Some of them are on the ground, passed out due to embarrassment; some are squealing in delight, and some are covering their faces to hide the redness. God!Reader being the menace, they decided to mess with them some more.

“Oh my, I haven't done anything, yet all of you are now as red as a tomato.”

“You want me to stop teasing you? Why don't you beg for it?”

“Ahh~, how I love it when you squirm before me.”

“Your lips looks dry. Here, let me wet it for you.”

“You’re cute, can I keep you?”

“You must be (Acolyte Name)? Wow, you're way more hotter in personal than you are in my dreams.”

“I bet you can't say “O” with your mouth closed — that's it, baby. Try saying it more louder~”

“YOUR GRACE PLEASE-”

Everyone, allow me to introduce Flirty God!Reader. Teyvat's beloved Creator.

A/N: Yes, God!Reader has rainbow eyes. Each color symbolizes each element. I believe it suits them. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

GIF by @/baltharino

[inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog]

The Kuroshitsuji characters drunk

It's been a few days now, huh..? Uhm, well, in my defense, I have basically succumbed to Animal Crossing New Horizons to the point where I even take my Switch to places you'd never take one to. Am I embarassed? Maybe a little bit. Will I continue to do so? Absolutely. But this is not todays topic.

These headcanons contain the mention of alcohol, NSFW, bad mental health and other mature content. Read at your own risk.

Sebastian Michaelis

he only gets drunk on birthdays, certain events and on evenings

said evenings often include something or someone fucking up his day beforehand

so basically, he never gets drunk without a reason

he isn't really sad or over the top happy when drunk. He's the chill kind who you can have some real great conversations with

What? You wanna know about that one time a volcano errupted and killed an entire civilization? Sure.

His liquor of choice is either rum or tequila

prefers red wine over white wine

he's a lot more friendly to others while drunk. Not because he has to, but because he actually wants to.

which also means that he's a bit more touchy with you

and a lot more needy

kissing the sensitive parts of your neck while voicing what he wants to do to you. No thoughts left unspoken.

I imagine that demons can sober up at will just like in Good Omens, which he will do when you and him get more intimate with each other

hangover? he barely knows that

Grell Sutcliff

a fun night out, birthdays, partying with Ronald, a nice dinner, nothing a bit of alcohol couldn't make more fun

she can and will drink if she has the chance to. But don't worry, Grell knows when to stop before it gets too much

she prefers red wine (who would have thought...), but also likes some cocktails mai tai and tequila sunrise

Grell manages to be even more energetic while drunk

it doesn't take much for her to get tipsy

drags you on the dancefloor to dance with her or do other crazy shit together

she once actually broke into a zoo to pet the tigers because they reminded her of Sebastian

everything is an adventure to her

but Grell is also the type to throw up if she drank too much, so please do her a favor and hold her hair

sex while drunk? nah, better not.

her hangovers are so strong that she usually takes the next day off

Undertaker

he rarely drinks, simply because he often doesn't have the time to do so

resurrecting the dead doesn't allow any drunk accidents

but if he can drink he will most likely do it in a pub

vodka and irish whisky, these are his favourites

he's either really happy or really, really depressed. And trust me, you better hope for the first option

he laughs at anything, no matter how unfunny it actually is.

Your grandma died and because of that you're drinking your sorrows away? How funny, he just had a customer of that age.

but if not...well...

you usually never see him cry, especially if you're a stranger to him. But under the influence of alcohol he let's go of his hold on his emotions.

the death of people he cared about, the fear of balding, being alone and unliked by everyone, it just comes up and breaks him completely down

even to the point of receiving the number of mental health hotlines multible times

fortunately for him, he quickly falls asleep after being drunk for too long

Claude Faustus

he also only gets drunk on specific occasions.

for example after a terrible day, his or your birthday, just this kinda stuff

but as to not turn into an alcoholic, he started measuring terrible on a different scale than we would

tries something new every now and then, but he tends to buy wine and way too expensive gin the most

but it takes a while until he actually is under the influence of it

drunk Claude comes in a happy and in a sad option

the happy one is similar to Sebastian, only that he is even more talkative

did you know he had an emo phase? Well, now you do. Want to know how lava tastes? Really not pleasant, like liking a rock but a lot hotter with the stinging taste of dry ash to it.

but when he tends to go towards the sad side, he just stares into a candle flame and talks to it, how soothing its' light is, how unfair his life is compared to those of others.

but no matter which one you got, he just can't seem to think straight anymore

which also means that he can go from sad to horny in a matter of seconds, telling you straight forward that he wants to be inside you right now

he doesn't get hung over anymore

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Took me quite while, huh? I'm on holiday now, so I finally have the time (and energy) to write again.

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A Random Scenario That A Generator Will Generate For Me: Part 1

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Scoring For Him

Summary: In which Y/n scores a goal for Ben whilst he’s injured. 

Song: Pretty Face by PUBLIC Quote: “Number 10 is hot.”

A/N: I can’t wait for my writing to go uphill again - also never been more bored in my life than right now due to being ill so free fill to talk to me :)

This is part of West Ham Winners (Part 1) (Part 2)

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“We only support West Ham when they aren’t a danger to Chelsea, right?” Mason questioned Ben as they sat near the front seats of the stadium. Mason was wearing his Rice shirt whilst Ben wore his L/n jersey, proudly showing his support for the girl that meant the world to him.

“Shh, it’s starting.”

“This isn’t a cinema Chill-OW!” Mason looks at Ben with furrowed brows and eyes a glare, his hand against his chest where Ben just slapped him. “Chilly what the-”

“Number 10 is hot,” Ben leaned forwards to try and admire the player more as they walked onto the pitch to get the game started, his index fingers were pressed against his lips as his elbows rested on his knees, all interest in the one player he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“Course you would think that,” Mason rolled his eyes, “she’s your girlfriend.”

“I thought it before we got together.”

“I know and so did the rest of us.”

“What?” Ben quickly turned his head.

“What?” Mason widen his eyes and he gave his best friend a shy smile. “You heard nothing mate.”

The two guys became angry very quickly into the game when Y/n scored a goal, but the referee raised their flag and called it offside (when it clearly wasn’t). The anger grew when a Southampton player tackled Y/n roughly, leading her to hold her ankle in pain for a few minute before continuing with the game where the player didn’t get himself a yellow card, but a few minutes later Y/n tackled the same player and earned a yellow card as the player milked their injury on the ground.

“I miss the pitch,” Ben sighed as he rubbed his injured knee and Mason smiled in sympathy as he patted him on the back.

“I know…in the meantime could you maybe persuade Y/n somehow in joining Chelsea please.” Mason begged; he wanted the star who also goes by the name of his best friend on their blue team. “I keep on trying to ask Dec to accept offers Chelsea has been throwing at the two of them but neither of them has agreed on anything.”

“Their throwing offers?” Ben questioned, not even knowing Chelsea has asked Y/n or Dec to join their team.

“Yeah,” Mason leaned forwards on his knees as he looked at Ben, he didn’t want anyone to hear or catch onto what they were saying. “Apparently their latest offer was 100 million.”

“Same as Jacks,” he pondered before shaking his head, “Y/n wouldn’t take it, she’ll think that’s too high.”

“That offer will be worth the money than Jack’s.” Ben hit Mason round the head as he closed his eyes in slight pain. “It’s true, I mean look at her,” Mason waved his hand towards the pitch of where Y/n was playing. “When have you ever seen that much talent before? Never…she’s worth every penny.”

The game got better when Dec scored a goal for West Ham before being subbed off, he ran towards Y/n as he took his Captain armband off and gave it to a surprised Y/n who allowed him to put it on her.

Ben pursed his lips as he imagined Y/n being Captain, and the corners of his lips turned up into a smile as he readjusted his beanie.

The camera caught it too, the sight of Ben trying to hide his pride of the fact his girlfriend was Captain and the fans when wild at the sight of the two Chelsea players being there to support their friends.

It wasn’t rare to see Mason or Ben at a West Ham game just like it wasn’t rare to see Dec and Y/n at a Chelsea game, but every time they catch sight of either of them at the other player’s game their thoughts grew wild as they talked about their endless support for one another.

And Ben never saw anything hotter than Captain Y/n scoring a goal and knee sliding in front of their seats as she kissed her pinkie whilst looking at the man that meant the world to her. She felt bad for the way he couldn’t play on pitch, but it meant every goal she scored she would dedicate it for him a lot more.

“Did you see me?” Y/n bounced on her toes as she stood in front of her boyfriend, the Captain armband was still wrapped round her bicep and his eyes couldn’t help but flicker to it every now and then.

“I always do,” he told her with a bright smile, wrapping his arms round her waist as he brought her closer to press a light kiss to her lips. “You were really good today.”

“It was a difficult game.”

Ben hummed as he kissed her cheek before his lips brushed against the shell of her ear to whisper a thought that been running in his mind the minute the armband went onto her arm. “You know I never fucked a Captain before.”

“No,” she asked, breath hitching slightly as her knees felt like they could buckle at any moment at the way he spoke to her.

“Never rewarded one either but I have some thoughts in mind on how to do that.”

“How?”

“Steal the armband and let me show you when we get home.”

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[waltnut]

Yes, I'm a THIRSTY, HORNY and DEHYDRATED bicht. But I am proud of myself. Can I request more NSFW head cannons of our monster boyfriend? But don't make it dark, maybe add some after segg cares if you want? I LOVE YOU.

Don’t make it dark?? Don’t you know what I’m about??? I can’t believe this.

No I’m joking lol well damn, NSFW? Okay well, this is for the Monster Fuckers so kiddies look away. I’m sorry to those who don’t like NsFw. I will tag it as “NSFT” for Not Safe for Timeline but I also hide it under the cut. I’m sorry. I had fun with this...now I’m embarrassed lmao You guys seem to like these so...

The prompt has me thrown a bit, but I’ll just make some stuff up, I hope that’s okay.

NSFW Headcanons - Monster Boyfriend edition: Demon Lords, Vol. 1

Adult content. These are demons. If this disturbs you, then stop reading here. Otherwise, enjoy?

Lucifer

Level 3

He sheds his feathers on his body when he’s nervous. MC makes him nervous when he’s like this. What do they think of him? Is he ugly? Would they call him a monster?

He’s the most submissive in this form. Gentle touches make him shiver and jump. He feels the most vulnerable and actively moves away from MC if they try to be intimate.

But he wants the intimacy. It’s reassuring. He’s still wanted. He actually might cry a bit. He’s sensitive, be nice.

MC will have to do most of the initiating. After the first time MC had had intimacy with him like this, he will be more confident the next times they engage in any sexual activity.

Level 4

All the pride and confidence. None of that level 3 sissy business, he will have you.

He’s very grabby, and maybe grips a little too tight. He likes the power of being stronger than you. He wants you to know it.

He seems to always have his wings as wide as he can make them. It must be some sort of mating dance. He does have that part bird instinct in there somewhere. He wants to show off, maybe intimidate you a bit. Does he like fear?

Might use the feathers on his tail to tickle you to make you squirm while he has you. What fun!

Mammon

Level 3

He is very clingy. He wants to always be touching you. Even if it’s just the tips of his wings or tail, he wants to have the physical touch.

As he goes through this level, his ability to sense any Greed from the MC to be highly erotic. Talking about buying those new clothes you’ve been wanting? Turn on. Saying how you’re gonna share any of them with him? He can’t contain himself.

He loves pets. Brushes against his hair, feathers, scales, will make him coo. Bird noises, gotta love them.

Easy seduction outfit, should you choose to wear one, anything shiny. Gold chains? Perfect. Sheer black clothes but with gold edges and designs? Also perfect. He can’t resist the shiny.

Level 4

Don’t even think about leaving him, until he lets you. You’re part of his treasure now and he will preen and polish you accordingly.

Lazy in this form, expect lots of cuddling with the dragon. He’s quite warm. The texture on his underside is soft like skin even though it looks like lizard scales. Don’t be surprised when you feel surprise boners while laying with him. He may be lazy, but he’s not tired.

Touching the skin texture of his body is a great seduction tactic should you need one. It’s the sensitive side to his body while the rest is covered in feathers and scales.

While he will dress up MC in gold as a mating ritual, should MC do the same to him, it is the greatest indicator that you are accepting his proposal for intimacy.

Leviathan

Level 3

Two dicks. Look we all know it. We all agree. Moving on.

Touching the purple frills on his ears is like touching his junk. It’s a highly erroneous zone for him. But be gently, they are very soft and sensitive.

Do you even lift? Well you might need to because he is going to be wrapped around you the entire time. He’s quite heavy and good luck getting out of that one.

Laying with him in water is the best way to show any intimate intentions. Even if you think it’ll be a relaxing chill in the water, think again.

Level 4

Now if you’re brave and choose to sleep with a giant ass sea monster, you’re in luck because he can manipulate water to allow you to breathe in the water.

He is the largest of all the brothers in terms of monster size. He’s a giant sea dragon. So be careful when dealing with...well, his size.

He likes to flip you around in the water, so staying in one position is not an option. It’s like a dance!

Want to know if he’s into it? Watch the orange fleshy bits on his sides. The more he glows the more you know!

Satan

Level 3

If you’re into having sex after yelling and screaming at each other then congrats! So is he. Angry sex is what he’s about. He’s wrath. I mean, come on.

Belittle him. No really. He’ll want to prove you wrong. Fuels the fire.

Extremely dominant. Don’t even try to top him. Also you just finished? No rest for you, you’re going again.

He’s gonna scratch and mark you. Bring some bandaids.

Level 4

Okay first of all, you really want to sleep with this? He’s terrifying. He is an actual hell spawn. Well okay, be prepared for selfish sex. He’s rough.

Want to know if he’s into it? Watch the flames on his back. Can you pass your hand through it without it burning you? You pass. It’ll grow brighter and larger the closer he is to finishing.

Most likely to choke you.

Will call you names during the act, sorry. The “not nice” kind.

Asmodeus

Level 3

Words are your biggest weapon. Constant love and adoration is all you need when he’s like this. You won’t even need to touch him to work the magic.

As the avatar of lust, he knows the human body of all genders. His genitalia resembles a males’ but it does have a clit on the bottom side of the head of the dick. You can get real creative with that.

Kiss and touch his ears! He loves it. They might flick at your touch, but he’s into it.

Is able to have his scorpion tails in this form if he chooses to, and he likes pushing and pulling you around with them.

Level 4

More of a Dom in this form. He also enjoys a good mess.

Don’t grab onto his tails, he’s not into it. But grabbing onto his mane? Go right ahead with that.

A little bitey. Vampire tendencies.

Most likely to try and sex you on the ceiling. Why? Not sure. But he’s able to do it so just roll with it.

Beelzebub

Level 3

Look at that long ass tongue. He’s gonna use it. Why wouldn’t he use it? You’re gonna want him to use it. The paralysis saliva he can produce is something he can choose to use.

Will jump on you out of nowhere. No literally, where did he come from? It’s 3 Am and everyone else is asleep. But a good smack will get him to stop if it’s unwanted. Bad puppy.

He might share his food with you if he’s offering intimacy. Like with his mouth. Like it might already be chewed a bit.

Chromeo lyrics: ((Don’t turn the lights on! I want to see you in the dark~.)) His eyes are sensitive, okay.

Level 4

You ever had sex with a Minotaur? You ever wanted to?

Will carry you off to a secluded area that he has found for himself. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.

The longer you go with him, the hotter his body feels. Just like when he feeds, he’ll have steam coming off his body.

Most likely to hump your leg.

Belphegor

Level 3

He enjoys you being uncomfortable. Emotionally or physically.

Sleep paralysis demon. Hey, at least you won’t be doing most of the work.

He’ll quietly hum a lullaby to you to see if you’ll accept his intimacy proposal. If you hum back, you accept. Careful, he might hum your favorite song.

His wool is so soft. Why is it so soft? You need to touch all of it.

Level 4

If you’re not banging irl, you will in your dreams.

You ever wanted to have sex in space? He can make the best magic Galaxy projector you’ve ever seen, and without the paid promotion!

His wool smells of soothing herbs and incense. So despite his creepy ass behavior, you find a way to calm your nerves.

You’ll have the best sleep you’ve ever had afterwards.

[love-toxin]

cw: injuries, yandere tohma, gn! reader

"so...how long do I have to play along with this little game of yours?"

the question spills out of his mouth without warning, yet each word is methodical, careful, like he's practiced it a thousand times before. the teapot clutched in your hands nearly slips out and shatters over the table you've laid out for the two of you, but the warmth of the porcelain fortunately keeps you steady enough until you can set it down in the space between you two. Tohma was kind enough to bring you a gift after spending awhile away, tending to his duties--so it's only natural that you would take him out for some tea in exchange. it's courtesy. it's expected.

but his question certainly is not.

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about, Tohma."

"really?"

he's sat cross-legged for some time now, waiting as you ordered the tea and offering you some idle chit-chat befitting a pair that haven't seen the other in a while. Tohma has always been your friend even when you were young, but as is custom in a place like Inazuma, your relationship has evolved throughout the years. there are things you can't say anymore, things that would ruin your life if you were caught doing them...and now, you fear, the glint in Tohma's eyes may be an omen that he's about to commit one of those unholy acts.

"come on now, sweetheart, everybody can see the truth for what it is. there's no need to hide it any longer."

he's purposely tiptoeing around the question, waiting for the pieces to click in your mind. he need not say anything at all, however--the way he looks at you in this moment, and the purpose with which he stands from his place at the tea table is enough to set your jaw tight and your eyes to darken.

"you know that I was always meant to be your husband. to be there for you through thick and thin, to care for you when we're both old and gray-"

he takes a few quick steps around it to get to you, to kneel at your side and reach out his hands to pull yours into them, and it's all you can do not to flinch away and risk the image of impropriety. but you've endured this lecture before, and the only thing screaming inside your head is for you to resist--just resist, don't listen to a word he says, and bite your tongue of any insult until he finally gives up and gets the hint.

"Tohma, stop."

"-to treasure you like no one else will. I understand your point of view, I really do--we're still young, and the world outside of Inazuma seems so big and grand...but you have to realize that the time to settle down is coming for us."

he rubs his thumb over your hand and smiles in your direction, but you can't meet his eyes. and then it's slipping out of your grasp and raising up to your face, and you feel yourself stiffen all over as Tohma gently cups your cheek, his gaze lowering towards your mouth as if he has an idea of what he wants to do. but that would be grounds for you to shriek for a guard, and you're entirely certain that that's the only reason he bites his lip to stave off the desire.

"you were always meant to be mine. you believe in fate, and you've always put your trust in me...so why not let me help you?"

that last part comes as a whisper, the tearoom private but the walls still thin. one of the many secrets you've entrusted to Tohma over the years is your disagreement with Inazuma's strict laws, as well as the etiquette that comes with being a member of the higher class. you've always despised being noble, and Tohma has always understood you, at least you thought so....but ever since he's gotten this ludicrous idea in his head, you've known even less peace than usual.

"I've said it a dozen times, Tohma, and I won't say it again. I'm not marrying you."

you do your best to spit the words out with as much venom as you can muster, yet you still feel the twinge of anxiety at snapping at him so informally. it could spell the end for you quite easily, but when your eyes are drawn back to Tohma's expression, all you can see is bliss written all over his face.

"...even laced with contempt, my name sounds so sweet on your lips. you've so much wit, so much grace, and your beauty leaves me breathless...I know how little you think of me, but-"

fury shoots through every vein of your body, and you know it's the wrong move when you slap his hand away from your face, the smack like a thunderclap in the small space of the little tearoom.

"enough, Tohma! enough. do yourself a favour and stop speaking to me--in fact, I dearly hope you never say a word to me again."

each finger on his hand twitches, only to close in a tight fist and sink back down to his lap. you try to avoid his gaze in this moment, but even turning your head away you can still feel his eyes staring right into your soul.

"you know I can't make that promise. you know that I love you."

that word makes you stiffen, your grip lock on your noble dressings, your blood turn to ice in your veins. you've avoided that for so long but it follows you like a demon, and it's eyes glow a verdant green as Tohma's words melt into your skin and eat you alive from the inside out.

"this feeling of yours....it's not mutual, Tohma. just leave it, and leave me."

you say so, but you're the one that stands from the tea table in the end, and Tohma jumps to get to his feet to follow you. he trails on your heels as you step with purpose towards the door and slide it open, the cool chill of Inazuma city in the night prickling your exposed skin. the blond hurries to get in front of you, and the moment you spot a few other citizens on the path this late at night, you tilt your head down and pray to the gods that Tohma won't force you into impropriety.

"...I see. you won't budge on this, then...I will have to accept that. but may I at least escort you home? I can't in good faith allow you to wander alone in the dark. I still care for you."

he looks down on you with a softness to his features, and you hate how easily you buckle under any sort of pressure from him. you prided yourself on not giving in before, but when you're not alone it's not nearly as easy--you have to piece your words so carefully together, and by the time you think of an excuse it will already be too late for you to reject his offer. so with as subtle of a huff as you can manage, you speak softly under your breath that you suppose that's fine, and grit your teeth as you thank him for the offer. and Tohma is all too relieved to stand beside you as you walk down the hill and leave the prying ears of the city, the silence near unbearable between you as you meander through the path cut down the middle of the farmer's fields.

"seems there's no one around. not a surprise for this time of the night."

it's not a terribly long walk back to your family's estate, but Tohma still evidently feels the need to speak up as you reach the end of the gently sloping hill. Konda village lies within sight in the distance, and you feel the tension weigh heavy on your heart as you count the steps closer and closer to safety. relative safety that is.

you're so focused on paying him as little attention as possible that you don't even take notice to his hand drawing closer to yours and his eyes wandering up and down your figure, practically salivating as the flames in his chest burn hotter and hotter, until the moment he can't take any more and he grabs you by the shoulders to stop you and force you to look him straight in the eyes.

"now, you're going to listen very closely. I'm going to give you a little gift, because I love you so very much. you get a minute's head start."

the shock catches you off guard to the point that you bite your own tongue, fear and panic shooting through you like icicles that make you freeze in place. Tohma's expression is so intense he nearly appears feral, pearly teeth glimmering in the light from the moon as he grins down at you like a predator examining their prey.

"here's the deal, sweetheart--if you can run all the way past Konda village, you win. but if I catch you, I win, and you must uphold your promise and marry me in a month's time. and if you win, you'll get your wish--I'll never speak a word to you again."

terror grips you even harder than Tohma is, and at his proposal you whip your head towards the village in the distance and then back to him. if he's seriously not making some kind of sick joke, then there's absolutely no way you would ever make it. you're not a fighter, you don't even know how to hold a sword much less have a vision, and you've seen the kinds of things Tohma is capable of....he'll catch you before you make it anywhere close.

"Tohma-"

his gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he turns you in the direction of the village and pushes you forward, only hard enough for you to stumble a bit. you want to question him, to try and talk him down from such an insane idea, but once you hear him start counting down aloud your feet move on their own and you take off in a pitiful run down towards your target. the night air whips by your face as you try to sprint as best you can, yet your robes that give away your nobility get caught on your sandals and trip you up enough that it makes your heart jump into your throat. your heart pounds in a cage that feels too tight, the air heavy and raw in your lungs the longer you fumble your way forwards in the night. even your tears feel cold as they stream down your face, and if speaking wouldn't expend your precious energy then you would surely be wailing for Tohma to stop, please, he's scaring you. especially once you hear his footsteps take off, and it feels as though his warm breath is right on the back of your neck.

but even so, you look up within moments to find yourself in the middle of the quiet little village, the lanterns dim and only the glow of the moon casting light on the humble little buildings. the panic ceases but resurges just as quickly when you remember that you're not safe yet, that the entrance to the village is still a few hundred metres away--and you can hear Tohma panting now, at a distance close enough that he'll make a grab for you long before you'll ever get there. but there's something you know that he probably doesn't remember, and it might just be your saving grace as you duck into the shadows and skirt around the mayor's house just as he skids into the path of the village. you fear in the pit of your stomach that getting the top off the well that you used to play near as children would make a great deal of noise, but you hurry forward and find it open--and just as you swing a leg over to climb inside and pray that Tohma doesn't think to look for you here, your foot slips on the stone that's still damp from the rain and your world is overturned as you fall through the air. it's not far enough that you can scream or grab for purchase on something, but when you land you hear the sickening crack of something breaking and pain that shoots through your leg so quick that it almost makes you black out.

but something worse is yet to come, and it's Tohma's voice calling out your name, before you look up to the sky and your heart just sinks as you watch his face pop into view over the side of the well.

"oh, archons--baby, are you all right?! did you hurt yourself?"

he hops over the edge quite easily and falls steady on his feat, not even having broken a sweat from chasing you as he hurries to your side and props you up in the crook of his arm. and despite still feeling that twinge of discomfort and panic from him touching you, the agony sets in so deeply that you cling to him without realizing as tears pour down your face and you struggle to breathe.

"let me see...yeah, that's definitely broken. c'mere, I'll help you up.."

just brushing the pads of his fingers over the rapidly-swelling skin of your calf makes you flinch and cry out with pain, and it's obvious by the deep bruising how bad you've hurt it--you wouldn't be able to climb out of here if you tried. but Tohma finds so little trouble in heaving you up into his arms that it's laughable....it would be funny how sincerely you thought you could get away in the first place, if you weren't experiencing the consequences now. and only now is it starting to sink in that you lost, even though he isn't rubbing it in your face. yet.

"poor thing--that was scary, wasn't it? aren't you glad I was here?"

despite how despairing you look, he rubs his cheek against yours as he holds you tight. you realize now how much he's always wanted to do this, and how he's dragging this all out while he has the chance to do it without anyone watching....it's such a rare opportunity, but you don't feel nearly as lucky as he does.

"I'll always be here, sweetie....in sickness and in health, right?"

he murmurs into the shell of your ear, before pressing a kiss to it right afterwards as he reaches out to get a foothold so he can lift you out of here. all you can think about now is how your chance of escaping him has slipped away....and now, your status is a death sentence in the hands of the man who saved your life, and will ask for nothing in return but your gentle hand in marriage. how romantic.

[starkskypines]

i choose you

pairing: Loki x gn!Reader

summary: You’re hanging out with the Avengers when the game turns into either/or questions and you have to pick between Steve and Loki, but you have the biggest, most secret crush on Loki, so you say Steve. Loki convinces you to change your answer. 

warnings: none 

word count: 2.6k

a/n: I wrote this for day 28 of swoon june: domestic. And this is the most swoon worthy thing i’ve written the entire month lol

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“Banana pudding or french fries?” Natasha asks.

“French fries,” Tony says immediately. Clint agrees. Loki nods his head in agreement as well.

“Pudding,” you say. Steve hums his agreement.

“Pudding is delightful,” Thor agrees.

“My turn.” Clint grins, and you and Nat share a look. You know what this means. It’s going to be another ridiculous question.

Clint turns his head in your direction. “This one is specifically for y/n.” You don’t know what question he intends to ask, but you can read that teasing glint in his eyes. “Spend the rest of your life with Steve or Loki?”

You laugh. “What? That’s not like the other questions.”

“Yes, it is. You just have to make a choice.”

“Make a choice?” You laugh again. It sounds uncomfortable to your own ears. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” Clint retorts. “It’s a simple question. Loki or Steve?”

You glance at Loki and find him still watching you from his place on the chair next to the sofa where you are currently perched on. You flick your gaze to the rest of the Avengers around the room, either on the same sofa as you or one of the other chairs. The movie night turned into truth or dare and then random questions as the night wore on, and now it’s two-thirty in the morning and clearly, your crush on Loki isn’t as hidden as you thought it was.

“I know who’d I choose,” Nat says. “It’s not a hard choice. We’ve all seen Steve’s muscles. Those rock-hard abs.”

“And his chiseled jawline,” Tony adds.

“C’mon, y/n, we all answered the questions. I don’t get why this is such a big deal.” Clint leans forward from the chair diagonally across from you.

You know hesitating isn’t good, but you also know that admitting to your crush on Loki is not good. You don’t want all the teases. You just want the feelings to go away and stop complicating your life.

“The hesitation says a lot.” Tony is staring at you now, and you’ve never been able to hide anything from him. And you’re lucky Nat decided to drink tonight, or she’d be reading all your secrets too.

“Fine. Fine. Cap of course. The whole star-spangled thing is... eye-catching.”

The laughs sound out and Clint smirks. You don’t look at either Steve or Loki as the game continues.

“Alright Thor, what’s your question?” Clint asks, allowing the game to continue, and you’re so grateful. The game goes for another hour, and you find the questions easier when they’re not about Loki and so it’s fun to make fun of the other Avengers and listen to their laughs. It’s so joyous here, and you’re glad to be a part of it.

“Well, I hate to be the responsible adult here, but I’ve got a 7 am meeting,  so let’s call it a night.”

“Tony? Responsible?” Nat laughs.

“Once in a lifetime achievement. You’re all lucky to be witnesses.”

The teasing continues as they leave the living room for their floors. You don’t notice you’re following Nat to the kitchen until you’re both putting your glasses in the sink.

Nat nods to you and leans forward. “You can’t fool me.”

You blink. “I’m tired. Talk in the morning?”

“Glad you know I won’t let this drop.” Her eyes soften. “But yes. I will let you sleep first, figure out your story.” She winks.

There’s movement from beside you. and you don’t have to look to know it’s Loki.

“Want me to walk you back to your room, or should Loki do the honors?”

You know you’re blushing. but you look to Loki and then back to Nat and glare at her. “I’ll let you walk me back.”

Loki moves quicker than you’re expecting, stepping toward you with a small smirk on his face, mischief and something softer in his eyes. “Wrong choice, darling.”

And oh, oh, you’re gone. Your breath catches and you don’t really think you can feel your heart anymore and is it possible to be instantly five degrees hotter? It’s his voice that does things to you that should be illegal and the way he moves toward you with such intent, and whatever he asks you know you’ll give it to him.

Your back hits the fridge, and you’re helpless to look away from his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his chin, his eyes, his lips.

“Want to reconsider your answer to that question and a previous one tonight?”

Your heart is pounding in your chest, throat dry, and the chill of the fridge isn’t enough to cool you off.

“What?” You’re barely capable of coherent thought right now. Loki’s leaning in now and your brain is white noise and is your heart pounding straight out of your chest?

“Me or Steve?” You stare at his lips as they form those words and have to swallow before dragging your gaze back to his eyes, flashing green and entirely serious and oh, oh no, he can’t play with you like this. Doesn’t he know what he does to you?

“What would my answer change?” You aren’t breathing correctly anymore and you don’t know why you don’t just admit that duh, it’s Loki. It’s always Loki because it’s so obvious now as you can hardly control your reactions to him.

“Whether or not I kiss you goodnight.”

Your eyes go wide, your mouth falls open, and your heart stops beating, lungs stop working, brain stops processing.

Nat’s laugh is what brings you out of it. “I think you broke them, Lokes.”

Loki doesn’t take his gaze off you, and that’s what kicks your brain back online. He’s not laughing or smirking. He’s serious. Maybe just to satisfy his curiosity, but you know how few in his life actually choose him and you want him to know that you do. You choose him. Over everyone.

You bite your lip a second before taking a breath and answering.

“Of course it’s you. Didn’t want to admit it because of all the teasing so I said Steve. But it’s been you for a while now.” You look away and shrug, not sure you want to see the rest of his reaction as his expression didn’t change as you spoke.

“Of course?” And he sounds confused so you meet his gaze now.

“Wouldn't seriously choose anyone else.” You mumble out, embarrassed by it because Nat is still there.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Loki holds out his hand. It’s instinct to grab his hand, and it’s warm and calloused yet soft all at once, a contradiction just like him. And when Loki pulls you to his side and you can feel his body against yours, your brain blanks out again.

It’s a silent walk back to your door, and you wonder what Loki thinks of you now, but it’s three-thirty in the morning and you don’t quite care anymore so you keep his hand in yours as you step from his side to punch in your door code. (It helps you sleep better to have a code on your locked door, despite knowing that you are beyond safe in the Avengers tower.)

“Goodnight, darling.” He brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the already warm skin, his mouth warm against your hand and it’s a moment that should remain unbroken forever and it seems to go on for just that long, but Loki raises his eyes to meet yours and then it’s over and his hand is slipping from yours and you step forward, not quite sure what you’re doing but knowing you don’t want this to be over. But Loki knows better than you what you want and as your fingers touch his face and your palms slide along his cheeks he’s already in your personal space with his face inches from yours.

“You’re tired, love.” And you know he’s right. You know that you’re only doing this because you don’t want this to go away in the morning, not because you’re ready. You’re not one to rush into things. And you definitely don’t want to rush this if tomorrow you wake up and it’s still here and Loki is still serious.

“You’ll be here in the morning?” you ask.

“You choose me. I’ll choose you.” His breath is warm against your cheek, and you sag forward into him letting your hands fall from his face and your head fall to his chest.

“You don’t know–”

“What that means.” He finishes your sentence and places a hand under your chin and tilts your face up so that he can look at you. “I hope you know what your words mean and that you don’t use them in vain because I would never lie to you.”

He’s serious, his words fanning across your cheek. And you swallow, bite your lip to keep from saying something unintelligible. You just nod quickly over and over again.

“The morning then.” He smiles, soft and warm, and leans down to press a kiss against your forehead. “Sleep now.”

He steps away, and you feel the absence of his touch down to your very soul. But it’s okay because you’ll see him in the morning. So you turn and you open your door and you don’t look back. For this to work, there has to be trust. And you trust that these late-night words and touches will mean so much more in the morning.

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The morning comes, and Loki finds you after breakfast right as Steve invites you on his morning run. Sometimes you join him, depending on how you’re feeling, and after staying up so late last night you’re not really feeling it, but Steve wouldn’t be Steve if he didn’t try to encourage you to go running with him, listing the benefits of running. And you know he’s right, that’s usually why you give in, and this morning you’re on the verge of giving in when Loki walks in and wraps his arms around you.

His arms slide around you, and the warmth of his body boils you alive. You’re blushing, and it only gets worse when you meet Steve's eyes and he raises a brow.

Loki rests his head on your shoulder, his dark hair tickling your neck. “Good morning, darling.”

His voice is still raspy from sleep, and you turn and his grip tightens and you’re so not okay right now but yep, yep, he’s still in his pajama top and bottoms with his sleep mussed hair and holy hotness, did he even brush it or did he just finger comb it, and oh, how you wish that it could be your fingers running through his dark hair. It has to be soft right? Oh, please let it be soft.

“I'll see you for our run tomorrow,” Steve promises and leaves the kitchen, and you’ve already forgotten what Steve was talking about, but you manage a nod and that’s all.

“You’re tense,” Loki muses.

“You–” You clear your throat. “You have your arms around me.”

Loki pulls away, leaving you feeling cold. He comes to stand in front of you. “I thought we’d agreed to do this.”

“Do what?” You shake your head. “I got like four hours of sleep. I don't really remember everything that was said.” You bite your lip as you move past him. That’s not entirely true because you remember most everything that was done and said by Loki, but you’re not sure of the meaning behind any of it.

“Oh.”

You turn back around once you’ve poured yourself a glass of water for your suddenly dry throat. Loki looks contemplative and a bit discouraged.

Loki looks up at you with a sudden grin. “Well, you said you’d choose me over Steve. Every time.”

You know you’re blushing again, and it’s ridiculous but all you can answer is, “Yes, that’s true.”

“And then I said I choose you. And that is still true.”

“Right.” You open and close your mouth for a moment, looking for the words. “And that means what exactly?” You take a breath. “Because for me it means that like I...I want to date...you.” You watch his reaction, and his smirk has you burying your face in your hands with a groan.

“Quite eloquent.” He comes up beside you and takes hold of your hand, the warmth of the contact shooting through you and causing you to raise your head. “But I appreciate the honesty.” He brings your hand to his lips and then releases it and steps away one step. He leans on the counter and looks up at you, blue eyes now serious. “I would like to woo you. make you mine. I believe you midgardians do call it dating.” He smiles.

You nod and proceed to stumble over your words. “Yeah, no, yeah, that, uh, is good.”

Loki laughs and turns his head away as he moves into a standing position.

You know your face must be redder than Thor’s cape at this point, and you feel like you’ve been laying out in the sun for far too long but you’re overjoyed too. Loki wants to date you. Last night wasn’t some sleep-deprived misunderstanding. You’re on the same page.

“So like if we went out for hotdogs in Central Park and ice cream, that’d be our first date?”

Loki tilts his head with a questioning smile. “You really want our first date to be disgusting hot dogs from an unsanitary street merchant?”

You laugh because you’re nervous. “No. I know you don’t like hotdogs. I know that. I just…” You take a deep breath. “I don't need anything fancy. I don't want anything fancy. I…” And your smile goes soft. “I just want to spend time with you. Actually, I’d be more fine with ordering in hibachi and turning on the PS4 and crushing you at Star Wars Battlefront, and then going out for ice cream. Bad or awkward things tend to happen when I go out with the Avengers.”

Loki laughs. “You do seem to be our bad luck charm.”

“Right, and I don't want to mess up our first date. So let’s stay in.”

“That sounds wonderful.” Loki smiles, and your heart flutters in your chest. He's still in his pajamas just as relaxed as can be in the kitchen as the two of you plan your date, and it's unbelievable in a sense that last night’s game turned into this.

“I should go get dressed.” He moves forward. “Is it frowned upon to kiss on the first date?”

You shake your head, and he takes a step closer.

“Right, and the date begins when exactly?” He tilts his head and narrows his eyes and that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is.

“Now,” you say, blinking up at him.

He smiles, slow and sexy, and you find yourself leaning toward him. He steps close, a hand on your waist.

“I'm going to kiss you now.”

“Yep.”

He dips his head down and his hand comes up and tilts your chin up. His lips are warm against yours and you melt against him. He slides his hand from your chin to your neck before sliding around to your shoulder, providing his arm as a cushion for your head. It’s the softest, most gentlest kiss, and you never want it to end but end it must as all good things do.

Loki pulls away with a small soft smile on his lips and you lean up and kiss him again, just a simple press of the lips to his. He grins and laughs. And you laugh too, staring into his blue eyes and hoping that that kind of a kiss will happen a hundred times again. You’ll never tire of it, never tire of Loki. And you get the feeling he feels the same about you.

[vinnieswife]

Goodbye—>

[Vinnie Hacker]

Precaution->smut,dirty talk,and I think that’s all lmao.

It had only been a few weeks, but it seemed like months since Vinnie last touched you. You had some rough goodbye sex before he left for a short trip to LA, which left you with plenty of material to think about in your spare time. How could anything compare to his lips marking bruises on your neck?

As soon as he dropped his bag at the door, none of you wasted time instead. Both are tangled in bed before they can greet each other well. Their kisses were careless and desperate, but neither of them cared. You certainly didn't.

"I missed you a lot." You whisper while he’s nibbling your neck

His kisses started going down your collarbones leaving bruises and hickeys all over the zone until he reach your breasts,he prepare kisses all over them,under your boobs,after than he just take one of your nipples on his mouth and he begins to swirls his tongue around it,giving it little bites,while he was giving attention with his mouth to your nipple, his hand would pinch the other one given you shivers,at one point he just change and the one who was in his mouth is now being pinched by his hand,and the other is receiving attention from his mouth and tongue.

You can’t say No to him.

Not with his hands playing with your nipples like that.

His kissing went down again kissing your ribs and abdomen slowly reaching for your underwear,kissing all the waistband and your hipbones biting them slightly.

“Can I take this off?”he whispers giving a kiss to your abdomen.

Yo nod your head “words baby,you know the rules”

“Yes,take it off please”

His hand come to you panties taking them of and throwing them into a part of the room.

Vinnie is a tease,and he enjoys being a tease,he start kissing your thighs stroking them with his hand,his kisses go down on your inner thighs,but without touching the place where you need his the most.

Then he plants a kiss on your clit, suddenly his tongue was sliding through your folds. He groaned at the taste of you, he had never tasted anything like you and he found himself burying his face in your pussy, his curls tickling your tighs.

He massaged your clit with his tongue before sucking on your clit roughly.

"V-vinnie please" you moaned.

“look at your pretty pussy baby.....love it”

A smile broke out on his face as his fingers finally met your core, a large moan breaking through your throat. You can hardly control your moans as his fingers hardly pound inside of your pussy, waves of pure bliss engulfing you at the feel. His cold rings adding a level of chill, making you shake as he speeds up.

“always so wet for me right princess?”

He put his lips to your clit and suck roughly and just-you were ruined, Vinnie felt so proud of himself.

"Does that feel good?" He asked sweetly

You moaned his name again,a little bit louder this time grabbing at his curls pulling on them causing his to groan sending vibrations through your pussy,making you shiver.

A few more trusts with his fingers and you come undone in his face and fingers,screaming his name,your chest rising up and down so fast.

When he pulled his fingers out of you,he looks at them for a second before putting them into his mouth,right after he left a kiss on your overstimulated clit.

“Tasting sweet like always princess”he winks at you,making you blush,it don’t matter the times vinnie eat you out,he’s always making you feel a thousand of butterflies on your stomach.

He gets up walking to his nightstand grabbing a condom from the package.

He puts the condom on his cock,slowly teasing you,he troughs his head backwards groaning at the light pleasure.

He put his hand on one side of your head and the other one aligned his ereccion with your pussy,he plays with his tip putting it in and out lightly.

“Vin please,don’t tease I-“

And before you could finish the sentence he had already slipped his dick into your pussy making you squeal.

“I missed you Vin”you moaned.

"Missed you too, damn it. Fuck you feel so good."

His thrusts were deep, and while they hit you in the right places, he was too slow. You needed more, and you could tell he did it from the growls he let out when you moved your hips to meet his.

"Harder ,Vin please."

Any other night you would be ashamed of how complaining and desperate you sound, he probably tease you and make you beg, but not now. You didn't have time for his teasing. You've waited long enough to get it back and now that you had it you weren't going to be modest.

"I - shit, love."

You kept lifting your hips as he slowly pumped you, saying all the things you know he loves to hear. Things that never stop irritating you and are ready to explode.

As you accelerate and hear him drop a special message from Vinnie and you think he will finally give you what you want. Instead, you have a very firm grip on your hip that holds you to the mattress.

"Why?”You complain petulantly

Why was he stopping you? You hadn't seen him in what seemed like years, and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.

"You have to slow down" he groans,slowing the pace.

You raise your hands to frame his face. He was so perfect like this, his lips red and puffy, his curls stuck to his forehead by the sweat.

"I do not want to".

Twist your hips again, but this time combine it with a good tug on his hair. It was something that you accidentally discovered that he likes and that you always took advantage of.

His eyes close for a moment digging his teeth into his already swollen red lip.

"Uuhh please, I do, I don't want to get there yet. I've missed you too much, I still don't want to,I just want a little more”

The truth was, you missed Vinnie and wanted him to last as long as he could.

So you pulled him close to you, his mouth returned to the hickey he had been working on, and you let him hit you slowly. It is slow and lazy, but very nice.

Your senses are full of Vinnie.All you feel is him and all you can hear is Vinnie cooing compliments in your ear. About how much he missed you, how good you feel, how good you are to him.

Accelerate just the smallest amount, it all gets so overwhelming, and you can feel that familiar spiral in your stomach tighten.

"Vin,I'm going,t-to-" You choke with a moan on his neck, squeezing his shoulders tightly.

"Yes? Will you come for me princess?come for daddy I know how bad you want it"

There is only a small hint of arrogance in his tone, as he kisses your shoulder.

He puts his hand around your throat squeezing lightly with his palm,you feeling the cold of his rings.

The air is getting hotter in the room and the chain that hung from his neck left soft caresses on your breasts.

His grip around your neck becomes tighter this time, encouraging his movements.

"Come with me," you whisper, pleading.

He growls at your neck, a little rougher than usual trying to resist, wanting it to last longer. He wanted to make you come at least once before he got one of his own release, but he’s losing his resolve.

You pull your face off his neck, forcing him to look at you, leaning his forehead against yours.

“You are mine princess”

“I’m yours Vin”

“What do you want love?”

"Vin,I want you to please."

It's the way you look at him that he allows himself to give in. He would always give you what you wanted and if you wanted to join, he would give it to you.

"Fuck baby."

He lifts your leg up and wraps it around his waist, and it's so deep you swear you see stars.

It's just a few more thrusts before you fully untangle yourself under him, scratching his back and tugging at his hair. He pushes you through your orgasm and you can feel his soon after.

He ditches the condom, comes back from the bathroom with a clean cloth to wipe off, singing your praises for how amazing you were.

He settled back on the bed, wrapping his arm around you, stroking your hair.

"Welcome home." you laugh, snuggling with him.

He looks at you with a cheesy smile and gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead.He start giving your back soft strokes and kisses on your head,both talked about his trip and about life in the future.

He has no idea what he had done in a past life to deserve you, but he thought he must have done something right.

[teaforopal]

benefits of the flu, sort of

Toji x reader 

toji reluctantly cares for a sick reader 

Your chest ached, your throat burned, your sinuses felt like they were pumped full of molasses, and worst of all your high fever had you on a pendulum of chills to sweats. And somehow, it was worth every bad symptom wracking your body to see Toji attempting to muster up a single paternal instinct in his efforts to take care of you. 

“Fuck, your nose is running again,” he scowled, grabbing a fistful of tissues. “Gross.”

You sniffed roughly, accepting the copious amount of tissue to dab your nose with. “Shuddup.” You said thickly, kicking at his thigh. 

He allowed the weak assault, staring at your face intensely. 

“What are you doing?” You set the tissues aside, settling back into your pillow with a nasally sigh. 

“Trying to see if your fever went up.”

“With what? Your infrared eyesight?” You grumbled and pulled your numerous blankets towards your chin. 

Toji’s frown deepened at your taunt. “No, you little shit, I’m looking for sweat.”

“That's stupid,” you sniffled. “Just feel my forehead.”

His lip twitched, scar twinging as well. 

“You are a terrible caretaker,” you said, sticking your tongue out.

“I don't want to be your caretaker,” he snapped back. 

And it was true that a series of horrible coincidences had landed you in Toji’s apartment, near delirious with the seasonal flu, none of which he was happy with. He liked living alone, he liked only worrying about himself, and he definitely liked it when a sweaty sick person wasn't wrapped up in his bed being a smart ass.

Sighing, he gave you another razor sharp glare before reaching forward to press the inside of his wrist against your clammy forehead. His skin was a cool relief. You grabbed his forearm, pressing closer. He froze briefly, before tugging his arm away. 

“You’re even hotter than you were this morning,” he noted, the barest hints of concern tinging his otherwise monotone voice. 

“Get me in front of a camera then,” you grinned deliriously. 

“Not funny,” he flicked your forehead. “Don’t move, I’m gonna get medicine and a wet cloth.” 

“And food, I’m hungry,” you added. 

“Don’t push it.”

The door shut, leaving you to figure out whether the ceiling was actually rippling like the surface of a lake, or if your fever was beginning to fray your lucidity. The fan on the highest setting in the corner of the room became crashing waves that pushed at your ears until you were finally able to drift off into an array of confusing fever dreams. 

You were startled awake from a dream where you were drowning in Orbeez to discover a dripping cloth slumped over your eyes. 

“There you are,” Toji’s face was suddenly inches from your own. “Take these.”

He pushed two white pills past your dry lips. They were sour on your tongue until Toji lifted a glass of water and helped you take a sip. 

“Agh,” you scraped your tongue against your teeth. 

“Lay back down,” Toji instructed, straightening the wet cloth. 

He deposited a plate on your chest once you did, sitting back with an irritated pinch to his lips. 

It took you a moment to register that Toji Fushiguro had actually made you food. “Oh.”

His scowl deepened. “Don't say anything smart or it’s going in the trash.”

It was just a plain grilled cheese, something even a fourth grade could make, but you ate it enthusiastically, frequently glancing at an emotionally constipated Toji. 

“It’s good?” you tried carefully. 

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich, why would it taste bad,” he retorted. 

“Moldy cheese?” you offered. 

Toji stared blandly at you momentarily, then leaned forward and pushed you back down to your pillow by your forehead. “I will smother you with a pillow.”

You grinned against his palm. “Sure you will.”

“Go to sleep.” He pressed you further into the pillow before stepping back. “I’ll be in the living room.”

“Wait,” you tried sitting up, anxiety suddenly squeezing your chest. 

Toji looked back at you, face cold and entirely unhelpful. 

“Can you at least stay until I’m asleep?”

It’d been years since you were this sick to begin with, and the intense difficulty to breathe was sending spikes of prickly hot anxiety down your spine. The last time you were bedridden and unable to breathe, your ribs had just been broken and your lung was pierced after an unfortunate run in with a cursed spirit. The flu certainly wasn't helping with that bit of unresolved trauma. Sure, your pride had basically just had its head dashed in a dirty alley for asking goddamn Toji for comfort, but dealing with his frigid personality was better than a panic attack in a dark room while incoherently feverish. 

“Why,” he said flatly, unrelenting as ever. 

“Just,” you scratched at your throat, panic setting in at the thought of him leaving. “Don’t.”

“Just don't,” he repeated. “Really?”

But he was already letting go of the door knob, unquestioning about the sudden panic in your voice. Either he didn't care and just wanted to get it over with (the most likely option) or he was giving you comfort without prying (highly unlikely). “You have fifteen minutes to fall asleep or I’m leaving anyways.”

First option indeed.

You nodded, relieved, snuggling further into the covers and squeezing your eyes shut. He sat back down on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh. 

“Thanks.”

“Shut up.”

[quilna]

I love the idea of Lanyon being in HYDE’S LAP…while Hyde socializes, Lanyon just sorta chills in the same space…that’s how I imagine a lot of their clubbing going.

Can’t get thrown out of your boyfriend is keeping him in place.

—

Lanyon getting flustered that Jekyll heard everything, and even more flustered when Jekyll said it was “beautiful.” Like shut up…but say it again please.

Lanyon has just had enough of Hyde getting thrown out the moment his back is turned so, one day, he just plants himself in Hyde's lap. Like, he's larger than Hyde is so he manages to block out most of Hyde's view and Hyde splutters a bit when he first does it. Then, however, Hyde decides this is actually quite nice.

Technically Hyde could get Lanyon to order drinks for him but, out of stubbornness, Hyde orders the drinks from under Lanyon. All the bartender hears and sees is a muffled voice, some extra arms and a puff of blonde hair sticking out from behind Lanyon. It goes the same way whenever he tries to chat to anyone else.

Lanyon, sipping his wine, just allows this to happen, not making any moves to help. (In all fairness, Hyde would get annoyed if he tried to help and he knows this fully well.)

The boyfriend stack is an effective way to keep Hyde in check even if it's an odd sight.

--

Upon realizing that Jekyll overheard him playing his violin, Lanyon is so embarrassed.

Not only did Jekyll overhear the shoddily-done improvised music but he would have also seen Lanyon getting really into it which somewhat ruins his cool "I don't care about anything" act.

In front of Henry.

He plants his face in his hands, face going even hotter when Jekyll proceeds to also compliment him on it.

Noticing his discomfort, Jekyll asks if he would rather be left alone? He's sorry about interrupting and he won't disturb Lanyon when he's playing in the future if-

"No, no! I- I um... It's.........Say that again, please..?"

“Sorry, you kind of mumbled there. What did you say?”

“I said it’s fine.”

[genderfluid-insomniac]

"Let us praise you" ~ Sinbad x reader x Ja'far

words: 3.1k

Well, it really was your fault that you were in this situation and you couldn’t do anything to change it. You knew you were tied up to what you guessed was a chair, a blindfold being wrapped around your eyes, and it wasn’t long before you heard a door open. Footsteps echoed around your chair and wind swirled around the room, brushing your cheeks.

Sitting with your thoughts, it feels like minutes had passed and you continued to helplessly wait for something to happen. You felt a hand grazed your lips and move to your shoulder slipping the scarf off your shoulders, kissing your collar bones.

You were only in a sheer robe because you were headed off to sleep before you were grabbed, pulled into your room, and blindfolded. Then tied to a chair before you could say anything, but you didn’t panic because you were still in the palace and had faith that Sin or Ja'far would notice your absence and rescue you if need be.

You feel the rope around you drop slightly but tighten in certain places, a gasp escaping from you. The pair of footsteps stopped right before you and you felt two hands cup your face, “Hm, it really is a shame how little you think of yourself. Don’t you think so, Ja'far?”, Your breath hitched and thoughts ceased to a halt as you realized how fucked you were. You feel the hem of the blindfold being toyed with between Sin’s fingers.

“Yes, Sin. It truly disappoints me, Y/N, that you doubt yourself and how put others before yourself. You know that you mean the world to us, right?” The blindfold was cut away and fell onto your lap, adjusting to the change in lighting.

Before you stood the king of Sindria crouched in between your legs and his right hand Ja'far on your side cupping your face, a smirk both adorning their faces.

There were so many words coming to mind but they all failed to reach your throat, all that came out were stutters. Sinbad cooed at you and tilted his head, running his hands over your thighs, “Come now, not going to say anything. Well then let us try and tempt you~” Sin gave a look to Ja'far who nodded and the ropes around your arms were cut.

His arms taking yours gently, placing soft kisses along your forearm, eyes locked with you the entire time. Jet black eyes lidded while you feel his warm breath on your wrist as he takes both of your arms in his grasp, still planting kisses on every part of your arms.

Taking every precious second to admire every part of your arms and hands, worshipping you as if it the first time they saw you again. It suddenly feels hotter than it did before and you go to fight his hold but Ja'far captures your lips in his.

Your muscles relax as you kiss him back allowing everything to happen. You trust them and you know they would never hurt you. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, you turn to them and smile, eyes starting to fill with lust and adoration, “Okay, I know I can’t fight you two on this because both of you love me as much as I love you. Guess I didn’t hide it that well, huh?”

Laughing, they both grin widely eyes matching yours and running their hands over your body, “Of course, we’ve seen how you cover yourself a lot more and tend to avoid receiving compliments from us,” Your lovers were right and you had very self-deprecating thoughts about yourself. I mean it was hard not to when both of your partners were so stunningly gorgeous.“It hurts both of us that you can’t see you the way we do, so we came up with an idea.”

Sin moved some of the smooth fabric from your legs so that they were uncovered, his hands ghosting over your knees to your thighs and squeezing them as he went closer to your hips.

Blushing intensely as you could only look into those bright orange eyes, continuing to caress and kiss every part of your thighs, “You know how much I adore these thighs? They’re so big and luscious, the perfect pillows we could ever ask for and the best part is that they’re all mine. All the imperfect marks or small scars show how much you have fought and how strong you are.”

Sin never ceasing his barrage of attacks, untieing your ankled and pulling you closer to him on the edge of your chair. “Now, let us prove to you how much we love you, darling~” Chills run down your back noticing how Sin kissed both of your inner thighs, biting and sucking bit of skins making you let out some whimpers.

Your head was tilted to the side to see Ja'far smirking and moving down to kiss your neck, letting his tongue let slip out onto certain places. Everything felt so hot and blurry as your lover’s attention never left you.

Sin got close to your hip and brushed some cloth back, nipping at the skin underneath and sucking till a bruise was sure to form. You tried your best to bite your tongue and not let any noises slip, but that was not was either of them wanted,

“Baby, you heard Sin, now why are holding that sweet voice of your back?” Simultaneously, Ja'far ran his tongue over your jawline and moved his hands along your body, memorizing all of the curves and nibbling your bottom lip in between his. Letting it go to peck your cheek, “Sing us a song with those beautiful cries of pleasure~”

Allowing all your whimpers and moans to leave your mouth, relaxing back into the chair. “Such a good Y/N. Just allow us to give you the love you deserve.”

Whispering praises as Sin lifted your legs over his shoulder and kept attacking your inner thighs rubbing circles on the sides of your hips. The cool night air roaming over all three of you and sending shivers across your body only to be met with a wonderful burning sensation wherever they touched.

Your robe feeling like a feather suddenly and seemed to disappear, not caring if it was still on your person. “Mhm, I can’t imagine a life without you. How painful and dull that would be. Not being able to kiss those soft lips of yours and gaze into those stunning eyes, forever falling into the trap you lured us into.”

Fingers running over your chest as you passionately kissed your white-haired lover, your arms not around his neck. Ja'far deepened the kiss as he licked your bottom lip, letting his tongue in and claiming your mouth.

You tilted your head and moaned from the attention you were getting, breaking apart only when you had to breathe again, “ It should be me that’s saying that. How did I get so lucky to have you both? Never feeling afraid or fearful that you’d ever harm me or be unloyal, I mean I’m nothing when compared to two,” Ja'far and Sin moved away from where they were, staring at you while hands wrapped around your hips and chest.

Soft kisses being placed on your stomach and upper back where your robe had been lowered. Ja'far clicked his tongue as his lips grazed your ear,

“Why would say something false, Y/N? We’re the lucky ones. I thought I would never have this chance to be with you but I do and what’s even better is that I have someone else to worship you as well. That sweet perfect body of yours, that fierce strength when you stand for what’s right, those brilliant eyes full of love, and of course how you never stop loving us.”

Ja'far gripped your chin gently as he turned your head to his and kissed you lovingly and enjoyed every second of it. Pulling away to peck your nose and feeling more kisses being given to your hips and abdomen.

Letting some moans slip as Sin licked a line from your hip to your waist, moving his tongue to just under your clothed breasts. He hummed at the noises you made as he shifted his face to look at the beautiful expression you were making,

“Those colorful eyes of yours lighting up whenever you talk about something you passionate about. How you dance when no one’s around, twirling your body back and forth. Feeling the music as it carries you and shows off all of your curves, every beautiful part of your body.”

As Sin spoke, his hands wandered from your waist to your hips, groping certain spots to get a reaction out of you. Continuing his relentless kisses and bites on your thighs, his violet hair brushing against your leg as he cooed at your responses.

Ja'far kissing and biting your jaw to your collar bones, never missing a spot as he left kisses all over your neck and causing lustful whimpers to escape from his tongue running over areas that had started to bruise. It seems like hours that everything had happened but it all ceased, allowing you to catch your breath and close your eyes to focus on calming your heart that was pounding from your lovers.

The violet-haired royal moved back to lift you up and cradle you in his arms, your head resting against Sin’s broad chest. Hearing him laugh and you practically fell limp in his arms from all the energy that had left you, nuzzling the back of your neck with his nose,

“Come, let’s get some rest for now.” Squinting at the light that flooded through the door Ja'far opened and adjusting to the brightness of the main hall, moaning at the beaming light coming from the lanterns along the walls. He laughed,

“I’m sorry dear but you’re just too cute when you’re tired. Curling up against Sinbad trying to hide away from the light, it’s too adorable.” All three of you made it to your shared room, Sin draped you on the bed and got in with you, both of your lovers holding you between them and kissing the back of your neck and forehead before they whispered in your ear,

“Get some rest, my love,” “Because tonight is just the beginning~”.

Stirring, you shifted in the silk duvet that covered you and felt groggy, opening your tired eyes and dragging your arm over your face to shield it from the bright sunlight peaking in. The rays showed through at lit up the bedroom and gradually your eyes adjusted to the room, memories of the previous night coming back and your face getting slightly flushed.

Sighing contently at how wonderful it was, even if it was only for a short time, you loved every second of it and how luxurious the attention that you were given felt. What did you do to deserve such loving and devoted partners? Speaking of your lovers, you felt very sensitive and still in a dream-like state, but you were certain that you were awake.

A wave of pleasure hit you, your arms gave out from under you and you hit the soft big pillows behind you, your body temperature rising and now wanting the covers off. Another wave of pleasure hit you and you let a quiet moan slip, craning your head back.

Feeling a high swarm your mind and body, your hips involuntarily rolling with the attention you were getting. You came down from your climax, your breathing evening out as you lidded your eyes in the pure pleasure you just felt. Releasing the sheets that your hands had clutched moments before and squinting to catch sight of what or who did that to you.

“Morning, my darling. Sleep well?” A raspy deep voice called out and you looked over to where you guessed your lover would be. There sat Sinbad, curled up under the covers in between your legs with a smirk, eyes overflowing with lust and arrogance.

You nodded faintly, still unsure of what was going on but you had no complaints against it. “Mhm, yes, I did. What did I do to deserve this surprise, Sin?” He laughed softly and went down, licking a stripe up to your abdomen. “Just being you is enough. I know we talked about this and it seemed like the perfect moment to try it.”

The king moved up from in between your thighs, arousal glistening around his mouth, and crawled on top of you. His silky violet hair messily falling from his shoulders next to him as his warm body trapped yours, not that you were complaining. You hummed in response and leaned up to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

Passionately kissing Sin and reaching a hand to cup his face, weaving your other arm through his hair and pulling some strange. He groaned slightly at the tugging and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, Sin’s moans being swallowed by you. You felt him part for air and you rubbed circles on his cheeks, gazing at the golden orange of his eyes

“Sin, I love you so much and can’t imagine my life without you. You make me feel complete and so loved every second of each day.”

Nuzzling his nose with yours and giving a small smile,” Y/N, I love you too and I will protect you from harm until the day I die. Nothing will separate us and stop our love for each other. I adore the way your cheeks light up when I tease you and how with just a few words you’ve completely fallen for me again.”

He smirked and kissed you once more, letting the sheer gold-tinted fabric slide off his shoulders. You heard the door to your room open and let out a noise in surprise, covering yourself with the blankets around you, seeing the white-haired right hand walk in. Ja’far’s ivory sheer robe swaying from the breeze, emerald green bordering the edges of it and highlighting his sculpted muscles beneath.

He smiled and glanced at your embarrassing form, “I didn’t mean to interrupt anything but I figured that you would still be asleep. It seems like I missed out on some fun though huh, Sin?”

Ja’far walked over to your nest of blankets or pillows, getting under the covers, and hugged your waist, giving soft kisses to your neck. “You didn’t miss too much. I was gifting our darling some love after the initial treatment that we gave them last night. You’re welcome to join in because I’m sure that Y/N would enjoy more attention. What do you think, love?”

A crimson blush spread across your face as you registered what Sinbad said. “I-I would enjoy that very much, Ja’far. Please~” You leaned toward him and captured his lips with yours, dragging him down into the bed on top of you.

He moaned and you tangled your fingers in his hair and licked his bottom lip, caressing his tongue with yours.

Jet black eyes gazed into yours as you broke apart, “I believe it’s my turn to taste the main course and by Sin’s reaction, I’m sure it’s delicious. Time for breakfast~” Ja’far moved to between your legs as Sin switched positions, cupping your face and placing gentle kisses on your jaw.

Thinking you could relax and bathe in the warmth, you felt someone flick the outside of your clit. Sucking on your labia and hummed, sending vibrations throughout your body.

You let out loud mewls and squirmed as both Sin and Ja’far pleasured you from all angles. As much your body seemed to protest, you were living for all of it and never wanted them to stop.

You felt as if you were on cloud nine with Sin kissing your lips and neck, finding your sweet spots, and giving you lovebites. Ja’far kept sucking and licking your outer lips, biting your bud and swirling his tongue around it.

Arching your back as Sin found a spot on your neck that was very sensitive and he abused it over and over, licking over the flushed bits of skin that had been bitten. His hands roaming over your body, trailing your waist and hips, groping your ass, and coming back up to roll your nipples back and forth between his fingers.

Sin massaged your breasts and pulled at your tits causing you to arch your back while Ja’far plunging his tongue into your clit and touching the rough walls of your pussy.

The moans you made fueled them on and you didn’t get a moment to think or process your second orgasm falling over you as your body spasmed. Your legs shook as pleasure racked your body and overstimulation became too much when he never stopped licking and taking in all your cum, making sure he didn’t waste a drop.

Lifting his head and using his fingers to collect some cum escaping from your clit, wetting the sheets below you. Ja’far showed your juices drip down his fingers and one by one put them into this mouth to savor the flavor, humming contently, “I was right, you taste simply divine and I can’t get enough of you but I’ll save some energy for later. Until then,”

Ja’far moved to your opposite side and kissed you, playing with the other nipple while Sin occupied the other and left hickeys on your neck. You separated from your black-eyed lover for air and speak, “I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning and receiving this much attention.

“ They both laughed and starred at you lovingly, “In all seriousness though, I promise to try and not doubt myself anymore. As hard as it might be I know I will have the both of you here with me all the way and I will try to love myself more.”

With that, both of them hugged you and buried their head into your neck, Sin speaking up. “All of you? Every part?” You wrapped both of your arms around their waists and smiled brightly, “Every part.” Leaning down to kiss Sinbad’s nose and treating Ja’far the same since they had done so much for you.

There was an unspoken energy between you all as you basked in the afterglow of pleasure and love you shared.