#Look how delightfully smug she is

[sannyo-appreciation-posts]

Well played

#sannyo komakusa #東方project #lotus eaters #touhou project #touhou #sannyo #cute #touhou 18 #unconnected marketeers #gambling #mamizou #mamizou futatsuiwa #Touhou 13 #Unconnected Marketeers #ten desires #She's clearly not being sarcastic. #Look how delightfully smug she is #well played

[ssahotchnerr]

hi babe! was wondering if you could write something abt hotch + reader having their daughter’s first birthday and all of the team is there and it’s so cute and we get big brother jack.

maybe it including light bickering between them but it’s so clear they love each other so much still and it really is just pointless bickering. something fluffy for sure.

up to you! i trust your wonderful writing , thank u bunches !

- 🕷️ [is this anon emoji taken yet? oops if it is!]

take the bench

AHH that's so adorable 🥹 cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, domestic banter <3 and aaron being very dad <3

"are you kidding, look how cute!" you exclaimed, holding up the little outfit for all to see. your daughter's tiny hands immediately made a grab at it. "this is perfect for spring."

"after two boys, i can't express enough how fun it is shopping for a girl." jj gushed, resting her chin comfortably on her hand. "new section of the store unlocked."

all had gathered for baby girl's very first birthday, and it's been quite the eventful afternoon. lively conversations, a plentiful spread of food, cake on the horizon.

currently your daughter was sat comfortably on your lap, while you orchestrated the whole present-opening extravaganza.

at her young age, she could pull the tissue paper out of the gift bags as instructed, you and jack helped with the actual paper ripping as needed. whether it was you tearing off a starter piece, or jack proudly fulfilling his big brother duties - simply unwrapping it entirely himself and excitably showing his sister what she had received.

and meanwhile, aaron had the most dad job: trash bag duty. it was right up his alley naturally, being sure to punctually collect the scraps of paper before they touched the ground; preventing a mess at all costs.

which ultimately, led up to a new game.

"jack," aaron grabbed his son's focus, holding the bag open and jack caught on instantly. he grinned, balling up and throwing the tissue paper in hand in aaron's direction.

it started off gentle; quiet cheers when jack made the shot, not to mention the growing smiles on both ends. but then it soon turned into them firing off at each other, a bit too aggressive in the constraints of the living room. jack's laughter heightened with each throw, and henry even began to join in from time to time.

while still enamored by the gifts, all thanks to her brother and father's volume, baby girl's attention was quickly drawn to them. she let out a high pitched squeal every time wrapping paper flew over her head and through the air, attempting to wiggle her way off your lap.

as much as you loved aaron and jack carelessly enjoying themselves, and the addictive giggles emitting from your daughter, you also didn't want to take the focus away from everyone's generous gifts. they had spent time, and money, and deserved the proper recognition in return.

"aaron." you warned lightly, raising an eyebrow when his gaze shot to yours - a silent, but loving nonetheless, quit it.

"alright bud," aaron caught the last makeshift ball from jack with his hand, shoving it into the trash. "take the bench. the ref is giving me that look."

"but dad-"

"you heard me. and your mother."

jack let out a small whine, but promptly complied. he returned to the stack of his sister's presents, shifting through and looking for the next one to give her.

"for someone on clean up duty, you sure are making quite the mess." you teased once you caught aaron's eyes again, jack placing the next gift in front of you, "a larger one, if i may add."

"mess isn't in my vocabulary." aaron quipped right back, a delightfully smug look on his face. "you shouldn't be the one talking."

you cocked your head to the side, comically, "oh?"

"who's side of the closet is currently exploding?"

"who's sock drawer has seen better days?"

"the parents are fightingggg." derek stretched out his voice, murmuring humorously under his breath and nudging penelope with an elbow. while the soft tone, his statement was for all to hear.

now, it was your turn to (lightly, as to not jostle baby girl) chuck a ball of wrapping paper at him. derek ducked, barely, laughing loudly as he straightened his posture back upright.

"good try, but not good enough mamas. you gotta work on your aim."

"see, i'm not making a mess." aaron teased as he came near to grab it off the carpet, taking a detour as well to give your lips a quick peck. "you have that title perfectly under control, darling."

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smile dancing its way onto your lips. aaron couldn't resist the sight, kissing you once more. "oh bite me, hotchner."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader

[thesunisatangerine]

untitled - alexia putellas x reader (preview)

edit: this is a preview of this fic

content rating: explicit

Minding her bad knee, you flipped the both of you over with a strength that even surprised yourself and with how Alexia’s brows raised high, you supposed it took her off guard, too. You settled your weight on her stomach and you bit your lip when you felt her abs tense against your core, and the desire in you blazed into a raging inferno that threatened to burn you inside out.

She grabbed your ass in both hands with a firm grip, making you gasp when her hold made you grind against her stomach, her eyes smouldering as she looked up at you. That look was your last straw; you couldn’t stop fighting your desire anymore so you let it swallow you whole. You fell forward, bracing your weight against your elbows as you craned your neck to kiss Alexia, rough and desperate, her lower lip between your teeth. The action rewarded you with a low moan, a delicious sound that shot heat straight down to your core.

‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ Alexia gasped out between your relentless kisses.

‘I like being on top’, was your simple answer whispered hotly against her ear, nipping gently at the soft skin there, teasing. 

Then it was your turn to gasp. Her fingers dug delightfully into your flesh, kneading your ass roughly before easing them apart with equal force. The harsh treatment caught you by surprise and the effect of it even more unexpected as you immediately melted against her, moaning her name helplessly against the crook of her neck. 

She knew just how to make a mess of you.

‘Hmm, do you?’ She asked coyly and then proceeded in a deliciously low voice that oozed seduction, smugness, and sex. ‘Too bad I’m still in control.’ 

‘Fuck.’

Your body answered for you in a full-body shiver. Her words turned you on to the brink of falling and you found no purchase as you slipped from the ledge. It should be embarrassing how you could come without Alexia even fucking you, and it should scare you that she had this much power over your body but in this moment, when her hands were everywhere but your pussy and her filthy words were whispered hotly in your ear, you could care less. So you fell apart, shaking and weak, as you sank on top of Alexia’s firm and soft body, her name barely coherent from the sobs that came out of your lips. Euphoria lit every nerve in your body as you came, the fabric of your underwear latched deliciously on your pussy like a second skin and you were sure that you’d made a mess on Alexia’s bare stomach.

You only realised Alexia had stopped her teasing ministrations until you heard her thick voice through the haze of the afterglow which you barely caught.

‘You came.’

It wasn’t a question, really, but you let out a small affirmative moan because what else could you do? You were mush–the intensity of your orgasm caught you off guard and left you floundering that no thoughts formed in your mind, just pure bliss and ecstacy. But as the veil of euphoria began to lift, embarrassment bled into the edges of your consciousness and with it the instinct to apologise. The words were poised at the tip of your tongue when Alexia moaned.

‘Fuck, that’s so hot’, she breathed out and when you found the strength to lift your head to look at her, her eyes were lidded, pupils blown so wide they were almost all black. And then she was pulling you in for a kiss, and then the wet heat of her tongue traced the edge of your ear, and she was nipping at your jaw while she dragged her palms from your ass to the side of your ribs. Your skin burnt at her touch and you could do nothing but surrender, to moan and whimper as your heat blazed anew despite having just been swept away.

‘But this time, you’re going to come with my fingers in you.’ 

She didn’t let the words sink in and instead, she wasted no time to slip her hand between your bodies and to push aside the fabric of your ruined underwear. Usually, Alexia liked to tease you and ease her fingers in you slowly but the slick she found there must had been enough to satisfy her because she pushed two fingers in as soon as she found you. The thickness of her fingers slid in easily and you nearly screamed her name from the pleasure. 

She was relentless in her endeavour to make her words true with the way she gripped your hip steady with her free hand so you didn’t stray too far from her touch when you moved to meet her thrusts, the pace at which she worked her fingers in you left you lightheaded the same way her teeth on your neck worked to drive you insane.

‘Alexia, Alexia, Alexia–’, you chanted her name like a holy litany, burying your face into her hair that was now slightly damp with sweat and breathed her in: her scent of sun and freshly cut grass and an essence that was uniquely hers. The moment left you full with something heavy and warm, something that spoke of and hoped for forever, and clarity washed over you: you wanted more with her. The realisation hit you hard, the gravity of it left your mind in stasis for a moment that when you came back to yourself, the shock of your orgasm knocked the breath from your lungs that you couldn’t do anything but pray.

part of a long oneshot wip ive been working on the past couple of weeks thats now going on 9k (and its still going 😭)

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing

[parrythisucasual]

What About Me? Ch. 3

FINALLY HERE SORRY I TOOK TWO DAYS HAHHHH

PAIRING: Jax x Reader (Romantic) / Gangle x Reader (Platonic)

TW: Name-calling, slight existential dread

CONTENT: You stand up to Jax on behalf of Gangle.

“RABBIT!” came your bellow of anger, stomping up the hallway. Your sights were set on the periwinkle bunny boy, fingers curled into fists. He turned, arms crossed. From even here, you could see the smug grin. He held Gangle’s mask in one hand.

“Oh? What’s wrong, sweetie?” he mocked a motherly concern, “someone hurt your crybaby friend’s feelings?” You snarl, eyes full of fiery fury, “Give it back, you tool!” you snap. You were momentarily surprised this word was allowed, but it wore off quickly. 

You stormed right up to him, jamming a finger in his chest, “You had better give me that mask, you spiteful, conniving, sorry excuse of a man!” you snap. He’s stunned for a moment, unable to say anything, then glares at you, “Who do you think you’re talking to like that?!”

“I would have thought it was obvious, but I guess I overestimated your intelligence!” you sneer, hands on your hips. Jax snarles, “Take it!” and tosses it over your head. You leaped backward, trying to catch it, and somehow you managed to. You’re impressed with yourself, and it boosts your confidence greatly.

“That’s the best throw you’ve got?” you chuckle, “yeah, you were the last picked in high school PE.” You omit the fact that you, as well, were picked last due to your clumsy nature. You spin around, wiggling your fingers like a hoity-toity rich lady, “Ta-ta~” your tone is mocking. You giggle up the hallway, slipping into your room, “Gangle, I got it,”

She looks up, delightfully surprised, “You did? How?” she takes the mask, slipping it over her tragedy mask, a smile finally gracing her face. You shrug casually, but can't stop smiling. “Eh, just what he least expected. I had a comeback.”

She snorts, “I kind of regret not following you… It would be funny…” You flap your hands, stimming slightly, “Oh, no need. He looked like this,” you give an exaggerated expression of surprise. This makes Gangle snicker harder, “I really regret missing it now!”

You enjoy a good laugh together before she turns to the desk, “Hehe… here, I have a rough sketch…” she wiped away a tear from laughing too hard, “What do you think?” She held up the sketch; Naruto in his sage form, the lines smooth and expertly lain. 

“That's amazing… I was gone for less than two minutes how did you do that?” She squeaked, embarrassed, and pulled the paper close to her chest. “I used to draw caricatures, I guess I never lost the speed, even in this style.

“Well it's impressive, that's for sure,” you hop into your bed, stretching out, humming to yourself. Gangle glances at you, grinning, “thank you!” You roll onto your side, propping your head up with your hand, “What’s Jax’s problem anyway?” you ask suddenly.

Gangle shrugs, pulling out the liners, “He just sort of showed up like that. I don’t think he’s got a problem, I think he’s just mean naturally.” You sigh, rolling your eyes, “Of course, in a weird world where you can’t escape there's gotta be a bully,” you grump sarcastically, “because what else would you have?” Gangle shrugs, “I don’t know if there is a rhyme or reason to who gets brought here. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern.” You flop onto your back, staring at the ceiling, the existentialism of this place far beyond your reasoning. This place was nothing like you’ve ever thought, and yet you were experiencing it. “...Weird.”

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[gabessquishytum]

Dream is out at a bar with his sister, trying to work up the courage to go introduce himself to the cute guy at a table near them. Death is trying to encourage him, and before she momentarily leaves to use the restroom she promises to help him plan how to chat the guy up.

Except that Dream’s drinks were a little more alcoholic than either of them realized, and while she’s gone it hits him all at once. Suddenly he has all the courage he needs to not only walk over to the guy’s table, but also immediately slide into his lap without so much as a hello.

Death returns and immediately apologizes for her brother to Hob Gadling, who thankfully only looks bemused for the most part at the sudden cute drunk stranger in his lap currently nuzzling his ear.

She tries to pull Dream away, as clearly he’s done for the night, but he refuses to let go. He’s got both arms around Hob’s neck, and he is adamantly clinging on, glaring at his sister for even trying to tug an arm loose. Even when Hob tries to help her by standing up, thus depriving Dream of his lap, Dream simply hooks his legs around Hob’s waist in the process, looking incredibly smug at outmaneuvering them.

Ultimately it’s decided that Hob will come along to Dream’s apartment with the siblings, in the hopes that they can detach Dream somehow on the way there, or at least see if putting him to bed will finally encourage him to release Hob. No such luck though, as when they lay him down in bed Dream executes an impressive twist that pulls Hob into bed with him and allows Dream to roll on top of him in the same move, all without releasing him.

“It looks like I’ll be spending the night here, if you want to stay and keep an eye on us I understand, I promise though that I won’t take advantage of him like this,” Hob says apologetically.

“At this point I’m more worried that he’ll be the one trying to take advantage of you,” Death replies, only half-joking.

(On the way there Dream had been whispering a great deal in Hob’s ear, though thankfully she hadn’t managed to catch any of it herself, as presumably it was something dirty judging by Hob’s blushes)

Thankfully Dream is quickly asleep before any advantage-taking occurs, though Death decides to stay the night anyway. She’ll be able to help keep her brother from freaking out over waking next to a complete stranger if he doesn’t remember what happened, and maybe also keep him from smothering himself with his own pillow out of embarrassment afterwards. However, if all goes well after that, she might be planning to make a discreet exit to allow the two to perhaps put into practice whatever Dream was saying last night that caused Hob’s blushes. After all, she had promised her brother a wingwoman 😉

-🪽anon

Drunk Dream!!!! I love him so much, he's totally precious. Hob is very lucky man to get all that in his lap!

Even completely sozzled, Dream is certainly a storyteller. Hob can feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck as Dream whispers to him. All kinds of things: about the hair on Hob’s arms, and how sexy his hands are, and how Dream wants to kiss his plush lips and cum all over Hob’s face. He doesn't hold back, and instead of weird or creepy or embarrassing, it's totally the hottest thing that's ever happened to Hob. He's being a good guy these days, though, so no fulfilling all of those fantasises until Dream can walk in a straight line again.

(Hob does indulge in a fantasy of later - some day where he's allowed to keep Dream for himself, forever. One where Dream gets just as delightfully drunk, and where Hob is allowed to ravish him just as he is. Red faced, glassy eyed and tasting of potent red wine. Its a guilty fantasy, but Hob can't help himself. He muffles his moans with his hand over his mouth as he jerks himself off. Dream is right there, snoring and oblivious. Even if Hob can never have him, at least he'll have this....)

In the morning, Dream is utterly mortified, but the embarrassment fades slightly. He knows that nobody took advantage of him, but he can smell the faint whiff of cum nonetheless. So, Hob can't think that he's completely repulsive, if he managed to jerk off... Death is rolling her eyes and wondering if she can survive a jump from the window btw. She's starting to think that these two deserve each other.

They really, really do. And when Death has excused herself, they fuck the remnants of Dream’s hangover away. Naturally they're both made for each other.

#🪽anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw intox #cw alcohol

[abitohoney]

In celebration of "use anon for shy but horny“

What r ur thoughts on AMAB!Sevika… for science. ~~dick science~~ NORMAL SCIENCE 🧪 🧬

Lol. I love you nonny. 🖤 I will say that literally the first thought that came to mind when I saw AMAB!Sevika was breeding kink. Whether or not that's a healthy or normal thought, I don't know. I'm not a psychologist. I'm just a perverted lady on the internet who is down bad for a fictional woman. Anyway, nothing but absolutely filthy thoughts below the cut. This got unsurprisingly kinda lengthy and very, very dirty…

NSFW, MDNI, Explicit

Sevika loves having any part of you touching her cock. Your warm hand wrapped so delightfully tight around her, stroking with the perfect speed and angle because you've tried so hard to learn exactly the way she likes it.

One of her favorite ways though, is you on your knees, ready and willing to take her into your mouth.

Sevika stands before you, admiring how you obediently drop to your knees without her even needing to ask. Her lips tug into a small smirk as you eagerly watch her loosen her belt and unzip her pants.

She pulls out her hardening cock, precum already dripping from the tip. That smug grin of hers pulls higher when you lick your lips hungrily.

"Such a good girl. Waiting so patiently for daddy's cock," she purrs, her human hand gently stroking her length while she caresses your cheek with the backs of her metal fingers.

She likes to tease you with it. Make you wait, or even beg for it.

Won't make you wait too long though, because she's just as eager. Eager to feel those soft lips wrap around her, that warm tongue drag along the length of her, and that wet mouth just swallow her whole.

If you're willing, she'll have you deep throating, taking her entirely.

"Move your hand," Sevika demands, but there's no malice in her words. She won't make you do something you don't want to. But you DO want to do exactly what she's requesting, so you remove the hand you'd had wrapped around the base of her cock to prevent you from taking too much. That hand joins the other to rest against her opposite thigh. Your fingers curl, gripping at the strong muscle beneath, grounding yourself as you carefully take those last inches into your mouth.

Simultaneous sighs fill the otherwise silent bedroom. Hers a deep, pleasure-fueled groan as she feels the tip hit the back of your throat. Yours a muffled, choked sob as you fight back the reflex to gag.

You peer up at Sevika's towering form through your lashes, wet with the tears of your struggle to take all of her. And as several tears finally spill over, your makeup running with it, Sevika's smirk only curls sadistically higher.

"You look so pretty like this, baby" she purrs. And oh does she love how you rub your thighs together at that praise.

She allows you a moment to slide back off and breathe. Her flesh thumb gently wipes the tears away from your burning cheeks. It's contrastingly sweet to how she drags her sharp metal fingers through your hair, the tips sinking deeper and deeper as she pulls you forward. Her restraint threatens to break when your sinfully perfect mouth fully encases her again. She bucks her hips towards the wet heat that envelopes her, the hand at the back of your head holding you in place.

You gag this time, your nails digging into her thighs and decorating her skin in little red crescents. But that little tease of pain doesn’t irritate her. In fact, it drives her crazier, damn near feral with the desire to just fuck your mouth without control.

She slowly slides back out, cock twitching when she notices how drool collects at the corners of your mouth and slowly drips down your chin and neck before disappearing between your cleavage. And it takes so damn much willpower not to just lose it right there when she sees the way your big doe-eyes glisten with tears, and the pure, unadulterated desperation to please her. It's maddening– the intoxicating mix of lust and adoration you feel for her and she for you. Her good girl.

"You're doing such a good job. Taking daddy so well." Her praise comes out low, raspy, and broken by her own overwhelming feelings- both physically and emotionally. She gently strokes your wet cheek again as she adds, "So good for me, baby."

Your soft, muffled mewl at the praise devolves into a choked cry as she bucks toward your face once more.

Even with your mouth full of her, she'll ask if you enjoy sucking her off, if you want her to cum in your mouth. She already knows the answer, but she wants to hear just how badly you want it, wants to see the way you plead with your eyes.

When she does cum in your mouth, she won't let you swallow until she sees it first.

Your knees sting from where they dig into the unforgiving hard floor. Your jaw aches from where your mouth wraps around her cock. Your chest burns from the lack of oxygen. But every bit of it is worth it. All the effort. All the time. All the pain. It's all worth that one moment.

You peer up at Sevika through your lashes. It's difficult, given how your eyes blur with unshed tears, but you continue taking her into your mouth at the pace she set, bound and determined to get her off. With one well timed jerk of her hips and drag of your lips and tongue, she finally gets there.

It's a full body response whenever you use your mouth. Her head rolls back, chest heaving. Her hips stutter and fingers tug delightfully hard at your hair. And then as warmth floods your mouth, her entire body shudders and she releases a deep, broken groan.

It takes her a moment to come down from her high, but when she finally raises her head and peers down at you through half lidded eyes, the corner of her mouth pulls right back into that sexy grin you like so much.

"Show me," she demands hoarsely as she slowly pulls out. She watches, transfixed on your mouth with a sick satisfaction as you stick your tongue out, cum dripping down your chin. Satisfied with seeing her seed filling that pretty mouth of yours, she finally nods.

You swallow it all with a pleased moan and allow her to swipe her thumb up your chin and into your mouth, getting every last drop in there.

"No wasting," she chastises.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply softly.

Your genuine appreciation is enough to have her ready to go again.

She thinks you’re as beautiful as a painting, but she still loves to use you as her canvas, painting any part of your body with her thick white ropes.

Whether you're using your mouth, your hands, or even if she's stroking herself, she'll make sure she pulls back so she can aim to cover some part of your body. Face, tits, stomach– any part of you looks so good like that– claimed as hers. Hell, she'd write her name across your body if she could.

And of course she's absolutely crazy about feeling the wet, tight heat of your cunt wrapped around her, clenching with each stroke of her cock along your walls. Loves that feeling of your walls spasming when she finally drags an orgasm from you. That alone is enough to send her over the edge with you.

Loves watching it too. Seeing how her hardened flesh disappears between your wet, swollen folds. How when she slowly slides back out she’s absolutely coated in your slick, a clear indication of just how bad you want her and how good she makes you feel.

As I said before, I don't doubt for a second she'd have a breeding kink. She just can't wait to fill you with her seed. To have you so willingly bear her children.

Also loves to just stare at it as cum seeps from your pussy after she fills it. Repeatedly. Will just keep fucking you until she's dry.

Sevika's on her third round of fucking you senseless, this time with you on top, straddling her per her request. But at this point you're too fucking spent to even push yourself up anymore. So with metal and flesh hands firmly gripping your waist, she effortlessly lifts you. Her eyes are merely tiny gray rings, pupils dilated with how utterly feral she is at the sight of all your slick and her cum seeping from your swollen cunt.

Her hips lift to meet halfway when she pulls you back down against her.

The noises that echo in the other silent room are obscene as she just pushes it all deeper and deeper with each powerful thrust. You'd be terribly embarrassed if you weren't so drunk on your own pleasure and lust.

Her eyes never leave where your bodies meet, even as she fills you for the final time that night. 

As soon as she recovers, she slowly pulls you off her, eyes widening sadistically at the sight of your thighs and her own just absolutely coated, cum dripping down her still hardened cock.

"Look at the mess you've made, baby," she husks. "I should make you lick all this clean."

#arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika x reader #honey writes

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Your plushie gift headcannon was adorable, can I get the same thing for the entire team 404

(GFL) AR Team and Squad 404's S/O making a plushie of them

(AR Team) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1, RO635

(Squad 404) UMP45, UMP9, G11, and HK416

I desperately wish for plushies of the T-Dolls IRL.

M4 smiles delightfully upon seeing the stuffed T-Doll, failing to contain her giggle.

(M4A1) "This is adorable, S/O!"

The green strands of cloth stood out among the darker colors, the face expressing a soft smile, much like her own.

(S/O) "Do you like it?"

(M4A1) "I love it, what's the occasion?"

(S/O) "Just...a charm I guess, for good luck. If I made you anything to take out in the field, it'd probably get damaged, so I figured I could make something in your dorm!"

(M4A1) "I'll make sure to take good care of it!"

M4 has the plushie in between a picture of her and S/O and one of the AR Team.

STAR chuckles when S/O hands her a plushie of herself, noting how comfortable it felt in her hands. Well, her sensors anyway.

There was something endearing about human handmade items rather than factory produced.

(ST AR-15) "Quite the striking resemblance."

STAR remarks in an amused tone as soon as she notices the plushie with a very annoyed look.

(S/O) "Had to stare at my reference quite a bit."

(ST AR-15) "Heh, so I've noticed. I'll make sure it doesn't get dusty."

STAR hides the plushie under her blanket, not wanting to get teased by the rest of the AR Team, specifically by M16A1 or SOPMOD.

SOPMOD squeals upon seeing her plushie, squeezing it tightly and then admiring the little details.

Her face was possibly the most expressive she had seen, the eyes were giant white circles, and the mouth was a smug squiggle.

(S/O) "Like it?"

(SOPMOD) "LOVE IT! It's soooo cute!"

She quickly takes S/O into a hug, one that threatened to be spine shattering with how hard she held them.

(SOPMOD) "I wish I could take it with me into battle, but it'll watch over me when I go to sleep!"

SOPMOD holds onto it when she sleeps with zero shame in whoever sees it, bragging about S/O's craftsmanship to any T-Doll or human personnel who asks about it.

M16's eye goes wide as she sees what S/O has given to her.

The plushie was lovingly recreated, the scar and eyepatch were there, so was her case, and a tiny bottle of jack daniel's in its hand.

Though the facial expression made her look drunk, which wasn't entirely inaccurate.

(M16A1) "Do I really look like that when I drink?"

(S/O) "Eh, not really. Figured I'd take some artistic liberties, so to speak."

(M16A1) "I think it made the end result better."

She laughs and kisses her S/O on the cheek.

(M16A1) "Little me is cute, thanks S/O!"

The plushie sits next to M16's pillow in the dorm, showing it off to M4A1 and excitedly talking about how awesome it was to her.

RO is immediately flustered when S/O presents a tinier version of herself.

(RO635) "W-What is this?"

(S/O) "It's a tinier you!"

She admires how much of her features transferred over to such a small stuffed toy, but she can't help but be a bit shy as well.

That meant that was a lot of time staring at her when she didn't realize and other T-Dolls certainly have.

She bashfully accepts the gift and making sure to smile. RO was genuinely happy to receive something so thoughtful, and it made her start thinking of how to pay S/O back immediately.

(RO635) "I'll treasure it always, S/O. J-Just, please don't mention this to the rest of the AR Team, okay?"

RO makes sure to hide where only she can see it and no one else can ever find it. She would not be able to live down M16 seeing her with something so..."cutesy", as M16 would say.

45 starts laughing the moment S/O presents a miniature version of herself.

A whole plushie of herself kind of defeats the point of being in a Black Ops Unit, seeing as she wasn't supposed to exist in any capacity.

But, she's willing to make an exception.

(UMP45) "Heh, even the plush looks smug."

(S/O) "I wonder where it got that from?"

(UMP45) "Couldn't say.~"

She makes sure to take care of the plush whenever she's back in her dorm, finding herself staring at it with a soft smile more than once.

UMP9 gasps in excitement the moment she lays her eyes on the plush, inspecting it with great enthusiasm as she made sure to stand close to S/O.

(UMP9) "Oh, you even got my hair right! And the smile is really cute too!"

(S/O) "I had to make sure to get the most important details, after all!"

She gives S/O a big hug as she continues to admire the plush.

(UMP9) "I love it! Now, how about I try to make a plushie of you? That way tiny me can have her lover too?"

(S/O) "You know how to make plush dolls?"

(UMP9) "Hm...Not really, but I'm sure I can do it if I tried hard enough!"

Upon making a quite scuffed version of S/O, she has it sit lovingly next to her own plush. Both of them always remain without a single speck of dust.

(G11) "Hm...S/O, why did you wake me u-?"

11's drowsy eyes suddenly become wide awake the moment she sees a miniature version of herself.

Slowly grabbing it and examining it, the details begin to make themselves known as she slowly wakes herself up.

(S/O) "I thought your body pillow could use a bit of company!"

(G11) "...I like it a lot."

Her voice was still very quiet, but the smile on her face was very noticeable.

(G11) "If that was it, I'll sleep with the plushie right now."

Whenever she sleeps (which was extremely often), she hugs onto the plushie, as well as her body pillow. Sometimes S/O too, if there was space.

416 says nothing as her expression quietly beams upon seeing the miniature version of herself.

Seeing how much detail was put into it, it made her quite happy. After all, a perfect T-Doll such as herself should look good in any capacity.

(S/O) "Do you like it?"

(HK416) "It is almost perfect, but there is one thing holding it back. Why is the plushie so angry looking?"

S/O just smiled at her teasingly.

(HK416) "Hey, just what exactly are you implying?"

Seeing S/O laugh at her reaction makes her pout.

(HK416) "Fine, keep your secrets then. I'll make sure your effort is not gone to waste."

The soft smile on her face as she stares at S/O's handiwork tells them what her true feelings were.

No Soul or T-Doll will ever see the plushie. If they do and bring it up to her, they'll regret it.

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #m4a1 x reader #st ar 15 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #m16a1 x reader #ro635 x reader #ump45 x reader #ump9 x reader #g11 x reader #hk416 x reader #m4a1 gfl #st ar 15 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #m16a1 gfl #ro635 gfl #ump45 gfl #ump9 gfl #g11 gfl #hk416 gfl

[yennefer-of-vengerbergs]

Reflection

The only perk of not having a reflection is that Astarion can focus solely on Syanna, watching her fully during one of their passionate moments.

Pairing: Astarion x f!durge

Explicit/18+

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Syanna could always tell when Astarion had something particularly obscene on his mind. Not that it bothered her in any way, no. She was more than willing to try new things with him and to offer him a safe place to explore what he enjoyed. And sometimes, they turned out to be very creative things. 

She raised an eyebrow when she saw he had moved the mirror in their room closer, facing the bed from the side, where he was sitting casually.

“Astarion?” 

“Hello, my sweet.” he smiled. “Do join me.” He patted the space next to him.

Syanna walked over, sitting next to him and eyeing the mirror curiously. 

“What’s this for?” 

Astarion smiled, devilishly almost. “I had an idea.”

Of course.

“And that would be…?”

He pulled her closer, his voice low, whispering to her. “That I’d like to see you. All of you.”

She shivered at the sound of his voice. Hearing him whisper to her always had an effect on her. 

“And the mirror fits into this, how exactly?” She was beginning to suspect what it could be for, but she wasn’t sure if she was right just yet.

He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head slightly, before leaning in closer, his lips so close to hers that he could feel her breath.

“I’d like to look at you as I’m teasing you.”He kept his lips hovering over hers. “As I’m feeling every part of you. As you become so delightfully wet and needy for me.“ He looked into her eyes, then at her lips. “As you’re taking me.” 

He kissed her.

When he pulled away, she looked at him through her lashes, breathless, arousal slowly pooling inside of her, just from a few whispered words from Astarion. His proposal definitely intrigued her as well. 

“Mm, I’d like that.”

He kissed her again, his hand cradling her head, pouring all his want and need into it, which she returned just as enthusiastically. 

She watched as he stood up, pulling her to her feet, holding her close to him. He began undressing her, slowly removing her shirt and brassiere. She continued watching him as he lowered himself to remove her trousers and undergarments, caressing and kissing her skin, her neck, her breasts, her thighs as he went along, listening to her sighs, her breaths, how her heartbeat was picking up. Once he had helped her out her boots and trousers, he got back up, pulling her close once more. 

She kissed him, and began tugging and pulling at his clothes, wanting to undress him too, wanting to feel him as close as possible to her. She felt Astarion smiling into the kiss before pulling away, smirking.

“So impatient.”

She huffed as she removed his shirt, kissing along his neck and chest, her hands moving lower and lower along his body.

“Nothing to add, darling?”

She looked up at him as she was unlacing his trousers, making sure to brush her fingers against his cock.

“You're insufferably smug sometimes, you know that?”

“Hmm, such a cheeky little pup, aren’t you?”

She smirked as she pushed his trousers and underwear down his hips, finally freeing him. She bit her lip as she saw him already growing hard. He was always such a sight, one to be admired and taken in fully. Everything about him was that way in her mind.

“Whatever will you do about it, then?”

His reply was to squeeze her ass before giving it a playful slap, which only made her grin and giggle. 

“Come here.” He moved to sit down on the bed, facing the mirror, pulling her onto his lap so that she was also facing the same way as him, holding her by the waist, one of her hands resting on his forearm, while she wrapped her other arm around his neck. 

She giggled at the sight from the mirror, how it looked as if she was floating above the bed. 

“Is something funny, my dear?” He asked as he kissed along her shoulder.

Smiling, her hand found its way into his curls, gently massaging his scalp.

“Only a little.”

He looked up to see what was amusing her. “Ah. I see what you mean.” Grinning, he moved his hands so they were cupping her breasts, gently fondling and teasing her nipples. 

He moved one hand lower down her body, caressing between her breasts, along her stomach, down to her hips, then her thighs, intentionally avoiding touching her between her legs. He saw her arch her back, lifting her hips, as if chasing his hand and his touch. 

“Still so impatient.” He tutted. “Patience is a virtue and all that, you know that, don’t you, darling?” He teased her nipple again.

She groaned. “Astarion, you smug–”

“Ah, ah, ah, no need to be rude my sweet.” He continued caressing lower down her thigh, before slipping his hand in between and spreading her legs.

He stroked and rubbed circles into her thigh, kissing along her jaw. 

He had to admit, there was something mesmerizing about seeing only her in the mirror and how her body was responding to what he did to her. How her chest was rising and lowering as her breathing became slightly more labored from her arousal and how she moved under his touch.

He heard her whimper as he began stroking her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her core, but still taking care to not touch her where she wanted him to. 

She moved again, trying to get closer to him, earning a chuckle from Astarion. 

Humoring her (but only slightly), his fingers left feather-light touches along her folds, moving higher up, then lower down, tracing his movements from before, again and again, making her sigh. 

She lowered her hand from his forearm, to his own, an attempt to have him touch her, actually touch her. He still didn't, his teasing continuing as before.

“Astarion, please.” 

He smirked against her skin, still watching her reflection, how she arched herself for him, how her head fell back, how one hand caressed his arm, with the other still in his hair.

He carried on, his fingers lightly tracing along her body, wherever he could reach, his other arm holding her close to him.

Finally, he reached between her legs, his fingers finding their way between her folds, the way he touched her, the pressure he applied being something truly intoxicating. He teased her entrance a little while, before finally slipping a finger into her, feeling how wet she was for him. He watched her as she moaned and gripped his arm while he moved his finger in and out of her. As she smiled, her eyes closed, enjoying each sensation he brought on.

He continued watching her as he added a second finger, seeing how she was breathing, how she tried to squeeze her legs around his hand, how she whimpered when he stopped her from doing so, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside of her. 

“Let me see you, darling.” he whispered in her ear, before gently nibbling on her earlobe. Syanna’s only reply was to sigh, too caught up in the way Astarion made her feel. 

There was something almost overwhelming in the way he held her, not allowing her much movement, with her melting into him the more he fingered and caressed and kissed and nibbled. She found herself trying to move anyway, an attempt to grind herself against his hardened length, wanting to give him what pleasure she could from the position she was in, while also chasing her release.

Even if she would have loved to take him in her hands, stroking and teasing, spreading his precum along the length of his cock, before taking him between her breasts. Then she would take him in her mouth, sucking and licking, feeling him against her tongue, filling her mouth, while also teasing his balls as she would moan around him…

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she felt Astarion’s fingers slip out of her, a whimper leaving her, wanting the climax that was steadily building inside of her.

“No, please…”

Astarion kissed along her neck. 

“Please what, my sweet?”

He went back to teasing her, his fingers leaving ghost-like touches along her folds and clit. Syanna groaned in frustration.

“Please…I’m so close…”

Astarion hummed as he continued kissing her neck, letting his fangs graze her skin. 

“And how would you like me to fix that little predicament you’re in?” 

Bastard. Such a wonderful bastard, who knew just how to ruin her.

“Would you like this again?” He slipped his fingers into her again, moving them roughly and quickly a few times, enjoying the wet noises coming from between her legs and the moans from between her lips as he did so. Then he stopped again. Syanna cursed. 

“Or would you prefer this instead?” He moved his hand to her clit and started rubbing and flicking for a few moments, watching as Syanna threw her head back, her hips moving in search of his touch. Unsurprisingly, he stopped again, pretending to think for a moment. 

“Or maybe…” he trailed off as he leaned into her, moving in such a way so that she would feel his cock, hard and thick, wanting her just as much as she wanted him. He reached between them, taking himself in his hand and began teasing her with his tip, before stopping once more. Syanna thought she would lose her mind if he started something else and then stopped again. 

“Tell me darling. What do you want?”

Her answer was to move, adjusting herself slightly and straightening up, her hand reaching down and grasping his length, bringing him close to her, holding him there. Then she began gliding herself on his cock, feeling him all along her folds and clit, the friction absolutely delicious, made even more so by the way Astarion groaned. 

“Mm, this…everything…you, all of you, please, please…” 

She continued moving, not wanting to stop, relishing in each sensation. 

Astarion leaned them both back, one arm wrapped around her waist, while his hand went to the hand that was holding him, guiding it to her entrance. She moaned as she felt him finally slip inside of her, slowly moving, the fullness she felt whenever they made love something she would always treasure and enjoy.

Her moans grew louder as Astarion continued to thrust from under her, harder and faster with each movement, his hand finding her clit once again, his eyes not leaving her reflection from the mirror. Watching her, seeing how she was spread out for him, wet and needy, how flushed her skin was, how her breasts moved with each of his thrusts, how her expression changed the closer she was to reaching her climax, how she gasped and gripped his arms excited him beyond words. 

He knew she was close, so incredibly close. He could feel her starting to clench around him, which only made him want to bring her over the edge even more than before. 

He continued thrusting into her, trying more and more to keep the rhythm he had set, made  harder by his own approaching climax, while his fingers kept rubbing circles onto her clit.  His other hand moved to one of her breasts, fondling and playing with her nipple until she was seeing stars, her climax washing over her as she cried out a mix of curses and his name. She thought she would melt from the intensity of the pleasure she felt. 

Astarion’s own release came soon after, emptying himself inside of her while holding her close, still thrusting into her, any semblance of a rhythm lost, his moans filling her ears, until he eventually stopped. He laid fully on his back, still holding her, before rolling them both on their side. He still held her close as he kissed her neck. 

Syanna eventually moved so that she was facing him and started caressing his cheek, as he still kept an arm around her waist, no words needed. Moments like this, filled with comfort and intimacy were some of their favorites. And both of them wanted nothing more than to indulge in them for as long as possible.

#astarion #astarion x the dark urge #astarion x durge #astarion x oc #astarion fanfic #astarion smut #astarion x f!durge #astarion x tav #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3

[tacticalgrandma]

“Why did you come back?”

Durge and Orin

That night, Orin orders her flock out to the city streets. Cause havoc. Breed fear. Leave. When the temple is quiet and almost empty, she goes to the gith locked to the altar.

The woman is unconscious, and will be until her death. At first Orin had kept her awake, hoping the awareness of her capture would be agony. But the gith’s curses and insults quickly became tiresome, and she had managed to bite off the tip of an acolyte’s finger when they tried to give her water. So now she is fed only sleeping potions. She lies in a delightfully corpselike slumber under the eyes of Bhaal.

Orin sits on the altar next to her. She peels one of the gith’s eyelids back. The yellow cat-eye does not acknowledge her.

“When she comes, it will be for me, not you,” Orin tells her.

The gith does not respond. Orin continues. “She was too slow fighting me before, too. In the great castle of flesh, on that veiny earth—it was perfect! A perfect grave for a daughter of Bhaal.” Orin shakes her head. “But she didn’t fight me like she did other, lesser creatures. She was always underestimating me. She let a death blow slip through her fingers, like she did not think I would see it. I saw it. I took it. She paid for thinking so little of me.”

Orin lifts the gith’s arm. It is too slender for the strength Orin has seen her capable of. She prods the bicep. Firm, solid, there is in fact muscle there. Perhaps githyanki bones are simply skinnier than those of other races. Orin will have to check after she tears this woman apart.

“I left her there because her death was so pathetic,” Orin recalls. “If she would not honor me with a proper duel, I saw no need to honor her by savoring her murder. I did not look back. Do you think they found her where I left her? Do you think she crawled after me? Maybe she regretted, once she was alone with that sinfully fecund brain.”

Orin twists back one of the gith’s fingers. The crack of bone is audible in the still temple. Orin watches the gith closely, but she does not wake. Her alchemists have done adequate work, then.

“She must have,” Orin says. “She must be afraid to fight me now, and that is why she was hesitating. Or maybe she listened to that terrible, greasy man again. She must be craven or weak and that is why she did not come running to face me. Whatever brainmeat I bit from her skull, it must have been the part of her that was foolish and arrogant. I must have left the part of her that learned how worthy I was, right there at the end. She must be embarrassed by how much gratitude I am owed.”

Orin grips the gith’s face with both hands. “I had to addle her mind from afar this time,” Orin tells her. “I had to stir her gray matter and turn her from a coward, to a desperate coward. I had to let her know I did not enjoy waiting. But even if I hadn’t taken you, even if that smug little heathen had not forced my hand, she would have come to me. It would have taken longer, but she would have come.”

Orin shifts her blunt fingernails into claws. Freckles of blood join the black spots on the gith’s cheeks. “You are a tool, do you understand?” Orin asks her. “You are a catalyst for what was inevitable. She wants to rescue you, but she needs to face me. You are not her blood. Do you understand? Do you understand?”

The gith does not respond.

#thank you jules 💜 #bg3 #orin the red #the dark urge #fic #durge #orig

[sehtoast]

Web Design and Love (Homelander x OC Smut)

18+ | 2.1k | Rimjob, blowjob, handjob, prostate milking, full body massage, sublander vibes | Fic Directory

"So, Homelander," the interviewer began. "One of your team seems to be quite the little web designer."

He knew exactly what question was coming. Frankly, he was sick of being asked. They'd agreed to keep their relationship quiet, but…

"Why does he do it?" She asks. "And who's the lucky gal?"

He bites his tongue to keep from snorting a laugh at her assumption. Every so often, Ben picks a bridge and weaves an 'I love you' of webbing between the cables and arches for him. If he’s having a bad day, if Ben's feeling mushy, or sometimes just on impulse.

Me.

That's what he could say. What he wants to say.

He does it for me!

But… That would let the cat out of the bag. Course, he doubts Ben would really even care.

"The bug's a big softie," he chuckles. "Could be for anyone. Family, friends…" He trailed off. "His partner."

No denying he was irked not to be able to claim the moment.

"Who knows?"

I know.

"Well, folks," she gives a delightfully fake grin for the camera. "The mystery remains! Who is Spider-Man in love with?"

The flight back was nothing but racing thoughts and irritation, but at least he was going home. Back to his little web artist, to warmth and love, to kisses and hugs and everything he adores. Walking into his little love bug’s suite was the best fucking part of the day, by far.

"Hmm," Ben hums against the back of his shoulder. "Saw your interview today. Your leg got jittery after she asked about the bridge, hehe…"

Did it? He hadn't noticed.

"Well, you know how it is when you constantly get asked stupid questions." Homelander replies. "Especially when you can tell they're just picking at you like a giant fuckin' scab, all smug and-"

"Long day, huh?" Ben nuzzles against the shell of Homelander's ear, still knelt behind him on the bed.

"Yeah..."

Homelander leans back against Ben with a heavy sigh. Arms wrap around his upper body, holding him close and tight. It's the best.

He could get lost like this.

He feels a hand snake under his cape and fumble his back zipper down. Feels it slip inside and slide up to his shoulder. Squeezing and kneading.

"Want a back rub?" Ben offers. “Can’t fix your day, but…”

Homelander gives a mischievous, breathy laugh.

"You're always allowed to rub me off."

Ben scoffs and giggles behind him. The sound is like music to his ears.

"What am I gonna do with you, huh?" The bug begins to shimmy the top of his suit away, letting it hit the floor with a heavy thud before peeling away his silky undershirt.

Used to be that he never wore those. The thought never occurred to him to increase his comfort inside the suit, but Ben…

Ben was distressed that he'd, quote, raw dog it in his suit, particularly since the silicone muscles were a separate piece back then. The very next day, his little spider showed up with a stack of shirts, and now he can't imagine not wearing them under his suit. Like a little piece of love nestled under the weight of his false muscles.

He hears a thwip followed by a bottle whizzing by his head.

"C'mon," rings that sweet little voice. "Lay on your belly for me?"

Not that he had a choice. Ben was practically lifting him off the bed to help him shift.

Homelander tosses the pillow off to the side and rests his head against the sheets, inhaling deeply the combined scent of both himself and Benjamin.

Smells like home…

He exhales a heavy sigh, grinning a little when he feels Ben tug his boots, pants, and underwear off.

“Thought this was just a back rub?” He teases, lifting his head to look back at his little spider. Something about him was extra cute today. He wasn’t sure if it was the messy hair, the wrinkled raglan shirt, or the red color seeping into his cheeks.

“Shush and lay down,” Ben says as he straddles Homelander’s back. “Besides, I know you. It’s never ‘just a back rub’ with you. Except that one time.”

He chuckles, letting his mind wander back. It seemed so long ago now.

The night he killed Madelyn…

He’d run to Ben after he tossed Butcher in a parking lot. Woke the bug, broke down completely. Sobbed on him in his bed once the reality of what he’d done truly hit him. They were close by then, but not that close.

Ben had offered him a change of clothes. Both of them knew exactly what that charred odor clinging to his suit really was, and neither wanted it to stick around. Ben sat him up, helped him strip out of the suit. Pressed a cold hand to his heated skin and squeezed. Rubbed the tension from him. Had the fucking courtesy to ignore that he got hard from it.

The consideration to turn down their first kiss– his knee jerk impulse to distract from the pain.

“Not like this.” Benjamin had murmured to him, thumb wiping a stray tear from the curve of his cheek. “Another time… When you’re not hurt. When your heart and mind are at ease.”

It would always be such a strange memory. One that bristles just as much as it comforts.

He didn’t even realize Ben began touching him, rubbing lotion across the expanse of his back, sitting right on top of his rear.

A lazy grin works across his face at the sensation. Strong hands gripping and kneading, thumbs pushing and circling with pressure that had him groaning.

“They gotta take some of the weight outta your suit,” Ben murmurs as he works. “You’re like, really tense right now.”

Homelander gives a weak moan of acknowledgement, right hand idly stroking at Ben’s knee.

Ben works his way down the column of his spine, massaging deep every step of the way. Weird to think that the strongest man in the world could carry so much tension or have any crunchy muscle knots. He works back up, moving to knead the length of Homelander’s arm all the way to his hand– where he focuses extra.

The bug presses his thumbs all around Homelander’s palm and squeezes each finger before moving to repeat the process to the other.

“Still with me, pumpkin?” He asks.

Homelander nods, eyelids heavy. God, what a difference to the day he’s had…

Ben’s hands trail lower and he shifts to sit further back. He palms each cheek, pressing deep to reach the muscle before working in slow circles. Each motion spreads his flesh and bares Homelander’s hole, and Ben swears he noticed it twitch at one point.

But he waits to do anything. Not until he’s got Homelander’s entire body rubbed down with lotion and every muscle in his legs soothed does he ghost a thumb over his rim.

“Fuckin’ tease,” Homelander breathes, cock twitching against the bed.

“I told you earlier. It’s literally never just a back rub with you.” Ben reminds him, leaning down to kiss across his left glute. “Besides, you’d wake up in, oh… like an hour or two anyway because you got all horny in your sleep.”

He teases a breath of air before licking a stripe from sack to hole, tongue wriggling at the puckered flesh, still kneading at Homelander’s cheeks. Ben draws back and spits before diving back in, working him looser and looser.

Homelander reaches back, arm like jelly, to palm at Ben’s hand. He links their fingers as he moans into the bed, hips pushing back slowly to seek more, and his eyes roll when the tip of that tongue finally wiggles inside.

Ben rims him for a while, slow and delicious, before letting off.

“Roll over,” he directs.

Homelander groans but does so nonetheless. He feels excitement tingle down to his toes as Ben shimmies to straddle his waist. He wants to strip him, have him slide all wet and warm down onto his throbbing cock, ride him, fuck him silly and sleepy.

Instead, Ben reaches for more lotion and slathers some on his chest. His fingernails scratch softly through the tufts of hair before he begins to knead into the pectoral muscles.

Homelander gives a weak thrust, and, in return, Ben thumbs at his nipples.

“You make cute faces when you’re like this, y’know?”

His eyes flutter open and he feels breathless. The ceiling light frames Benjamin in such a way that he looks as though he has a halo.

He’s ethereal.

Ethereal and a tease.

Ben’s fingertips ghost down the length of Homelander’s abdomen, tickling him before snaking back up his chest, past his neck, all the way to his face. Benjamin thumbs at the corners of Homelander’s jaw, watching with delight as his lover’s eyes rolled back. He feels Homelander’s cock twitch against his clothed core when he leans to press a featherlight kiss to his lips.

Homelander’s tongue rolls free to lick, but Ben’s slinking back down the length of his body before he can have a proper taste of his little spider.

Instead, he keens as two fingers press into him, stretching his spit slicked hole until Benjamin is knuckle deep. Ben’s right hand slides up his inner thigh, and he feels a glob of spit land on the tip of his cock, running off onto his lower abdomen.

“F-Fuck…” He whimpers, fighting his rolling eyes to try to watch.

Ben leans down and presses his tongue to the seam of Homelander’s sack, licking up the entire length of him to the head. He goes back down, dragging his lips instead. He fingers Homelander slowly, searching for that precious little spot that always makes him–

“God!” Homelander groans, arching off the bed.

Ben smirks, peppering kisses to his sack. “God’s not the one with his fingers in your ass, silly.”

“S-Shut…” He tries to retort but is thrown off once a hand grasps his cock. “Mmm, fuck…”

Ben jerks him slowly while tonguing at the tip, all the while still pressing circles against his prostate with practiced precision.

His body feels so hot, head so light, mind so empty. The stresses of the day fall away and it’s like they were never there to begin with. His only thought is of giving weak thrusts of his hips to seek more– how, oh god, how can he get more? More, more, more…

“O-Oh, ffffuck!”

His hands tangle in Ben’s hair, head falls back, back raises from the bed when he finally comes. It shoots through his body like liquid fire, tingling from his spine through every limb. His breath catches on choked moans and tears collect in his eyes. Every relaxed muscle tenses in perfect synchronization and he feels as if his entire body has been reset.

Below, Ben’s head is squeezed tight between his trembling thighs as he swallows every drop from his cock, fingers teasing slow and firm inside him.

The noises spilling from him would be fucking humiliating in front of anyone else.

He whines and squirms, moans and writhes as Ben milks him, sending him crashing into another climax mere minutes later. He can hardly breathe, can’t even open his eyes to see how beautiful his little spider looks throating all of him.

The first coherent word off his tongue is Benjamin’s name, whispered in repeated prayer. He feels kisses dance up his body, but his whole body feels like jelly now– not just his limbs. It’s like Ben pulled all of the bad out and left behind only bliss.

Methodical little kisses trail up to his neck, over his cheeks, his forehead, and then finally his lips. Ben lays against him, indulging him in the most sacred of their moments.

The after. When the only thing in the entire world was each other. Just soft caresses, soothing kisses, warm hands wandering…

From behind closed eyes, he sees the bedroom light flicker off, feels the breeze of the ceiling fan starting up, hears the little plastic remote hit the headboard as his little spider puts it back down. His hands dance up into Ben’s shirt, splaying over his back.

He hums low, weakly pulling the garment free. He wants the skin-to-skin contact especially tonight.

Lips press to his temple before Ben shifts, snuggling into him like the perfect puzzle piece.

“Get some sleep, pumpkin.” Benjamin whispers to him, hand stroking over his chest. “Love you.”

As he drifts away, he knows it to be true.

He knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that this is love.

#homelander #homelander fanfiction #homelander smut #homelander x oc #the boys #antony starr

[lizalfosrise]

Honestly Ho’olheyak is just so funny and delightful to me, let’s review:

Event starts off with Ho’ol vs Mumu - “Hey Muelsyse why did you leak info again... Just because you’re a pretty Elf (yes we know you’re an Elf dear) doesn’t mean that your bloodline can keep you exempt from punishments so now I have been sent to eliminate you. Don’t try to resist because I can immediately shut you down.” Mumu tries to resist, is immediately shut down Yet Ho’ol disobeys her client in order to go ‘this Mumu is a useful tool that will help us later’; laments how people nowadays don’t seem to know about the Elves and What Happened To Them anymore.

Gets ordered to take down noted tougher-than-steel bone wyvern supertank Saria, whom Ho’olheyak seems to have quite a fascination with. Instead shows up to merely intimidate Saria’s informant buddy into using the suicide tooth implant he’d installed behind Ho’olheyak’s back, yet she still knew of. Downing his drink just to show she didn’t use poison. That guy doesn’t even get killed but it makes Saria go into reckless aggressive fighting mode where Ho’olheyak cannot beat her 1v1 (let alone the 2v1 with Mechanist in the mix), yet manages to keep up with her before deliberately not blocking Saria’s lethal blow towards her vitals. Only to use the localised atmospheric manipulation technique that shut Mumu down to shunt the entirety of Saria’s Punch Of Explodes You behind her as she dodges to whisper sweet nothings useful hints into Saria’s ears before leaving through the convenient escape hole that formed.

Because this was a setup to lure Saria to that disguised&paralysed Elf to test multiple things in a Fun Trial gauging the effectiveness of the power armour for Ferdinand (ostensibly), the newer variable of Rhodes Island, and Saria’s wit/resolve - if she’d be smart enough to realise what Ho’ol had meant before she killed an ally (and potentially how that might affect her suitability for the role of a champion in whatever unfolding prophecy Ho’olheyak seems to be aiming to guide & witness?). That done it’s time to go camp around Rhine HQ (Look Ferdinand I’m totally intending to stop her meeting Control, honest!)

Gets intercepted by Mechanist as she’s pacing about while going “Actually I want to talk with Saria some more!”. They get into a hilarious standoff going “Oh I know ALL about you too!” to each other, essentially like Ho’ol is pouting “You’re not Saria but she’s finally sorting out her breakup with Control and Rhine itself but you’re not Saria and I want to be talking with her!” whereas Mechanist went “Hm, you’re reaaaally not fighting? Okay, then share about the cool technology within your custom staff. I am something of an Engineer. Wherever cool technology is- yum yum- all is my workshop- yum yum-”

Absconds from Rhine HQ and Mechanist to enter Site 359 via the back entrance, presumably letting off some steam by destroying Ferdinand’s getaway car to regain her composure shortly before the “Oh, hello Ferdinand. Are you running away? So sorry but your car is already torn to shreds ufufu~” moment and that delightfully ironic speech as she sends him off to his fate - not killing him herself but going “get in the power armour. go out there pointing to the wasteland as you like to say, ‘reach prosperity with your own effort. not heading to another nomadic city but carving out your survival. good luck - Pioneer~’”

And then the epilogue cutscene where oh, the real winners were Kirsten (who is Totally Coping after Saria Divorced Her Round 2: Jerboa Boogaloo) and Ho’olheyak after all. She wasn’t particularly bluffing about that huh, Ho’olheyak has importance under several roles and affiliations actually. This funny snakebird is so Powerful and Knowledgeable that even Control of Rhine Lab is just another piece to be guided around. Observing with maximum smugness over “Do they know? The horrors? Will they manage to overcome what shall happen next? Ufufufu~” She somehow sets off the magic astrolabe Astesia has??? She is related to the Space Magic? The space and stars made of lies and deceit? This is another way that if like Kjera - the only other snake-bird we’ve met being an immortal called as goddess, Ho’olheyak turning out to be immortal would make her this sort of Nega-Kal’tsit given how Kal’tsit was the one apparently preventing people like Kirsten trying to investigate space.

In the city-state of morally-warped unethical scientists and researchers, it feels fitting that the flavour of messed-up evil historian we encountered so far appears to be less “I will be the God of this new era!” and more “How WILL they face this trial? I shall be the one to record it firsthand!”. The outcomes of choices in this event were presented as seemingly not mattering to her; she was more delighted at observing the responses, managing her expectations while Knowing. Fucking with people the way she was itself likely placed the players where they ought to be for the big reveal hopefully next installment of this storyline.

I absolutely need to bring her into Rhodes Island next time it will be incredibly fun actually she will fit right in, trust me.

#arknights #ho'olheyak #event spoilers #funny vape quetzal historian go brrrrr #this isn't suuuuper detailed and analytical but #i adore and support her #let me bring her to Rhodes Island please Hypergryph #yes thats a reference to W vs EmpBlade over Steak comic

[extrasfromthevoid]

Draxum's Accidental Child Acquisition (part 4/?)

@tmntbestsibscompetiton

Summary: Spawn fights a Battle Nexus Champion.

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The Grand Nexus Hotel is as Draxum remembers, that being a gaudy and borderline tacky nest of bloodlust and voyerism. As he strides through the halls far beyond what the disgusting humans would inhabit, Draxum pulls Spawn a little closer, eyeing the yokai around him warily.

“Stay close, Spawn,” he murmurs to the child.

She nods, taking his hand as they walk to Big Mama’s office.

Ahead of them, the big double doors to Big Mama’s office swing open as Draxum nears. At the far end of the room, silhouetted by the windows behind her desk, is the jorogumo herself and the continued bane of Draxum’s existence.

“Draxxy-boo! How delightfully fortuitous that you’ve bimble bumbled into my quaint little hotel,” Big Mama greets brightly, her voice dripping with false cheer and falser sincerity. The facade cracks ever so slightly as Big Mama’s gaze falls on the young human child tucking herself against Draxum’s side. “Oh? And who might this little morsel be?”

“The future general of the army you insist on keeping me from creating,” Draxum says bluntly.

Big Mama giggles lightly. “Oh Draxxy~ I’m not stopping you from doing anything!” She says. “It’s simply contrary to my interests to give up my dear Lou.”

“Even when he hasn’t fought in three years?”

At that, Big Mama’s smile takes a sharp edge. “Merely a temporary disagreement,” she says bluntly. “My snuggle muffin will get over his little tantrum eventually.” Big Mama then fixes Draxum with a hard glare. “And no, Draxxy, I will unequivocally not be giving him to you, even if it wounds me that he spurns my gift to him.” The spider yokai then looks at Spawn. “Even if you offer me a promising champion in exchange.”

Instinctively Draxum tightens his grip on Spawn, anticipating Big Mama to try and rip the girl from him. He bristles a little when he sees Big Mama’s steely look give way to amusement.

“Oh? Is that not why you brought your little general with you?”

“No,” Draxum bites out, admittedly a bit too fast and with too much force. He inhales subtly, trying to rein in his emotions. Big Mama is the last yokai on the planet Draxum wants to know of his fondness for Spawn. He stands taller, looking down his nose at the shorter cloaked yokai. “Spawn is here merely to demonstrate to you that I am serious about this matter and I am making steps to move forward in my plans to safeguard our people despite your repeated refusals.”

Big Mama smiles. “Oh, so you don’t need my Lou anymore then?”

“That isn’t what I said, and you know it.”

“Then I fail to see why you’re here, Draxxy,” Big Mama tuts. “Oh, dear, don’t tell me you still want my Lou to make your army from.”

Draxum can’t help the telling curl of his lip. Big Mama steeples her fingers in front of her, elbows resting on her desk and her eyes glinting dangerously. She smells blood.

“Well…if you’re so confident in your little general, perhaps a test is in order, hm?”

“A test?” Draxum echoes.

Big Mama giggles sweetly. “Why yes! Why don’t you let me see for myself the quality of your work.”

And maybe if you impress me enough, I’ll give you what you want, is the underlying implication Draxum reads in Big Mama’s look.

“What kind of test do you propose?”

“A simple one, of course,” Big Mama says, standing from her desk.

She puts a finger to her intercom and it beeps. “Will someone bring The Jackal to the training ring?”

“Right away, Big Mama.”

Draxum balks a little at the name. The Jackal is a lesser known Champion, sure, but he is renowned for his ferocity and bloody efficiency in dismembering and devouring his opponents. A true monster among yokai, brought to heel by Big Mama when the Hidden City’s finest officers failed to capture the villain.

The smug look on Big Mama’s face tells Draxum that she knows exactly what she’s doing. Unfortunately for her, it won’t work as Draxum knows Spawn is more than capable of defeating that slobbering behemoth. The question will be how damaged she’ll be by the end of it.

“Shall we, Draxxy? I’m looking forward to seeing what your little general can do.”

Big Mama makes her way to the elevator, leaving Draxum little choice but to follow. After all, this may be his last chance to convince the spider yokai to release Lou Jitsu to him willingly. It’s risky, for sure, and the idea of setting his prized subject against a beast like The Jackal makes something within Draxum’s very soul squirm irritably, but what choice does he have but to play Big Mama’s game?

Next to him, Spawn tugs at Draxum’s hand. She looks up at him with wide dark eyes and motions for him to bend down.

Instead he picks her up. No sense in risking humiliation bending over to his charge when she’s still so easy to carry.

“Who’s The Jackal?” She whispers in his ear.

“A Champion of the Nexus,” Draxum explains shortly in a low tone. “He ran rampant as a criminal and murderer through the Hidden City for some years before Big Mama brought him under her thumb. Be on guard, Spawn. He will be the toughest opponent you have yet faced. Most of his opponents ended up bloody smears in the arena.”

Spawn shudders a little but steels her resolve. “I can do it,” she whispers back.

“Of that I have no doubt,” Draxum states. “I’ve taught you well, and I will do all in my power to stack the odds in your favor. It’s about time I let you wield one of those in a fight.”

Spawn’s eyes sparkle with curiosity before her tiny body starts vibrating with excitement at the realization of what Draxum is insinuating. The circumstances might not be ideal, but Spawn needs to learn to use the mystic weapons Draxum possesses in a fight sooner or later. She knows the basics of the safer ones Draxum has let her wield, but Draxum knows exactly which weapon will suit her best for this fight.

Draxum knows Big Mama won’t play fair, so Draxum won’t either.

“How do you feel about wielding Hanabi?” Draxum inquires.

Spawn grins widely and nods with great enthusiasm.

“Good. But remember, Spawn,” Draxum murmurs. “Be on guard. Big Mama is known to alter the terms of deals at the last second. Expect her to try and tilt the odds against you at every turn.”

Spawn nods resolutely as they finally step into the elevator and descend to the Battle Nexus’ training grounds. It’s not much different from the actual Nexus Arena, albeit at a smaller scale and closed off in the underground. Still, it doesn’t really matter either way. An arena is an arena.

The Jackal is waiting there, towering above four Nexus guards that hold enchanted chains to restrain the beast of a yokai as he thrashes and gnashes his sharp teeth at them. Big Mama smiles placatingly as she makes her way to her personal viewer’s box. Draxum, meanwhile, sets Spawn down and weaves a small spell in the air between them. A summoning circle calling forth The Flaming Lantern, a kusari fundo inhabited by a powerful fire spirit that Spawn has taken to calling “Hanabi.”

She’s proven proficient with the weapon and the spirit within, and Draxum is certain that The Flaming Lantern will be a good fit for the opponent Spawn finds herself against.

Spawn’s face lights up as Draxum drops the weapon into her hands with a curt nod before going to join Big Mama in her viewing box. He makes it as Spawn enters the ring. Big Mama’s Nexus guards drop their chains and run as The Jackal thrashes and swings his fists down upon them. The guards narrowly evaded what would have been a crushing blow.

It’s not long after that The Jackal notices Spawn standing at the other end of the ring. He snorts loudly and turns his pointed dog-like snout towards Big Mama’s viewing box, lips curled to reveal sword-like teeth.

“Spider! What is this you’ve brought to me?” He bellows.

“You’re newest opponent, Jackal,” Big Mama says with a smirk. “I’m told she’s quite formidable.”

The Jackal throws his head back and laughs cruelly. “This little scrap of flesh? You insult me, Spider!” He yells. “It will hardly be worth the effort to eat!”

Meanwhile, Spawn is re-familiarizing herself with the kusari and paying little heed to The Jackal’s jeers as he continues to insult her as if she’s not in hearing distance. Draxum is looking forward to his Spawn proving the slobbering brute wrong for underestimating her so severely, but he can’t help the knot of anxiety that sits like a stone in his chest. The Jackal, after all, is a brutal opponent, and one far more deadly than anything Spawn has faced thus far.

Draxum’s is half of the mind that it was about time he took Spawn’s training up a notch. But the other half balks at the notion, fueled by a strange protective impulse that compels Draxum to bundle Spawn up and hide her away somewhere far from such dangers.

It’s a strange feeling.

Spawn concludes her test swings and spins of the kusari and moves on to reconnecting to the spirit within the weapon. It doesn’t take her long as the head of the kusari bursts into brilliant orange-gold flames, a similar light shining within Spawn’s eyes as she spins the weapon into a visually seamless ring of fire.

Pride flares in Draxum’s chest as The Jackal pauses mid-insult to turn his attention back to his opponent with wide eyes.

“A mystic weapon? Wherever did she get that?” Big Mama asks, an accusing glance leveled at Draxum.

Draxum shrugs, unable to help his smug grin. “You never said my general couldn’t make use of the weapons in her arsenal,” he says.

Big Mama scoffs. “No matter.”

In the arena, The Jackal growls lowly, flexing his claws as he glares daggers towards Spawn with killing intent, clearly no longer in the mood to heckle an opponent that has proven she can do him harm.

“It seems the brute finally acknowledges his opponent for what she is,” Draxum sneers as The Jackal’s fur bristles while he looks at Spawn with wide, unblinking red eyes. “A threat.”

Spawn doesn’t waste a moment, the kusari singing as it sails through the air. Even from the viewer’s box, Draxum feels the heat of the weapon’s magic and hears the high-pitched, gleeful cackling of the spirit held within. The Jackal takes the blow straight to his face, the mystic flames burning away his fur to sear the flesh beneath an angry red.

The Jackal may have Spawn beat in terms of sheer size and strength, but Draxum has trained her against similar enemies for years now. While admittedly, The Jackal’s size and strength far outstrips the constructs Draxum set Spawn against in training exercises, the principle of dealing with him is much the same.

Spawn is a blur of orange-gold as she darts around The Jackal’s feet, the chains of her weapon lashing her opponent and the very grounds around them.

Big Mama hums next to Draxum, visibly intrigued. “Quite the speedy little fly, isn’t she?”

“At her age and size, it’s her greatest asset,” Draxum rumbles, watching as Spawn slides between The Jackal’s legs as he makes a double-fisted slam attack, the kusari’s chain dragging ahead of her as the head is embedded in the ground the Jackal slammed his fists into. Draxum winces in sympathy as Spawn snaps the flaming chain upwards between his legs. And hard. The high-pitched yelp of pain The Jackal makes is rather amusing though.

“Clearly.”

The pattern continues for several seconds, Spawn darting between The Jackal’s legs as he stomps at her, the kusari whistling through the air at her command. Gradually, Spawn is wearing down her opponent with quick lashes and a hundred shallow injuries that will doubtlessly stack up.

The Jackal’s frustration mounts, the beast of a yokai growling and huffing irritably as Spawn once again darts away from his blows. Draxum has a bad feeling.

“ENOUGH!” The Jackal bellows.

Clutching his fists together, The Jackal raises them above his head, red eyes tracking Spawn’s movement. Draxum’s heart drops to his stomach as The Jackal slams both of his fists down directly on Spawn.

Spawn shouts in pain as The Jackal finally lands a hit on her, slamming the small girl into a crater in the arena’s dirt floor. The Jackal grins cruelly with bloody teeth as he follows the hit with a double-fisted slam. Draxum is on his feet before he even realizes as The Jackal slams down on his prone child. He can’t tear his eyes away from the spot Spawn fell as a cloud of dust fills the arena.

“Well, that’s that, I suppose,” Big Mama says nonchalantly as Draxum feels like his world has shattered.

The dust starts to settle. The Jackal grins cruelly at the spot he’s crushed with his brutish fists. Except, that grin falters as the dust clears. Beneath him, there’s a brilliant, warm glow that burns steady and bright. Under The Jackal’s fists, Spawn lays with her back against the crater, blood trickling steadily down a cut across her forehead, nearly hidden in her hairline.

Spawn has stopped his fists with her arms and one foot, her left forearm braced with the mystic chains of The Flaming Lantern as she pushes back. The palm of her right hand and the bottom of her left foot are similarly pressed against The Jackal’s fists, pushing them back and from dealing a fully crushing blow even as Spawn shakes from the strain.

Battered, bloodied and bruised, Spawn still pushes The Jackal back with a colossal yell and shove. The Jackal staggers back as Spawn drags herself to her feet. Her arm looks broken or at least fractured, the chains of the kusari fundo likely being the only thing keeping that arm in anything approaching fighting shape.

But Spawn still stands. Still breathes.

Draxum chuckles lowly, smirking at Big Mama. The spider yokai looks decidedly less smug than she did mere seconds ago.

“What are you?” The Jackal growls.

Spawn grins wickedly and makes one final lash at the ground. Draxum wonders what exactly she’s doing up until he looks at the bigger picture. The arena floor is littered with seemingly random gashes that Spawn inflicted as she danced around The Jackal’s attacks in a flurry of fire and chains. At the time, they looked unintentional, but all together, Draxum realizes they were anything but.

A grin spreads across his face to match Spawn’s. “Oh, you clever girl,” he marvels.

At the same moment, the smug grin on Big Mama’s face grows strained and brittle as she likely comes to the same realization Draxum did.

The chains of the kusari flow around Spawn of their own accord, like a snake coiling protectively over its nest. In a flash, the head lashes out at The Jackal, seemingly of its own accord. The brute bellows in pain as the flaming head of the weapon slams into the center of his chest. The acrid smell of burning hair and flesh reaches Draxum in the viewer’s box, but at the moment he can think of no sweeter scent.

The Jackal staggers back into the center of the arena as Spawn makes one final gash in the ground with the kusari’s chains. The circle completed, the carved lines quickly fill with the orange-gold light of the kusari and Spawn’s combined magic.

The pride in Draxum’s heart swells further as he recognizes the advanced bit of magic Spawn is implementing against her enemy.

“Firestorm!?” Big Mama exclaims in shock. “She knows a spell like that at her age!?”

“She shouldn’t,” Draxum asserts, still grinning. He certainly hasn’t taught her that spell. The fire spirit—the one Spawn has taken to calling Hanabi—is likely the culprit there. Draxum can’t find it in himself to be mad at it for teaching his general such a powerful spell before he deemed her ready for it.

The pillar of flame the spell creates fills the arena and reaches the ceiling, filling the whole room with incredible heat that Draxum can feel searing his fur even from the viewer’s box.

The Jackal howls in pain as the flames consume him, unable to dodge with his position in the circle’s center. When the spell runs its course, the arena’s dirt floor has turned to jagged crystals of blackened carbon, the ceiling glows an ominous shade of red from the heat, and The Jackal stands smoking and dazed in the center, fur burned off and body covered in angry red burns. He stays standing for all of three seconds before collapsing to the ground with a colossal crash. He doesn’t get up again.

At the circle’s edge, Spawn stands, swaying considerably, her right arm hanging limply at her side and covered in blood—much of it her own—and a plethora of cuts and bruises. And dirt. So much dirt.

Looking up to Draxum, Spawn flashes a tired smile that he returns with a proud nod of his head.

Meanwhile, Big Mama looks uncharacteristically off-kilter, staring in unmasked—for her, anyway—shock at her thoroughly defeated champion. However, she regains her composure rather quickly.

“Well, you’re pint-sized general certainly packs a wallop!” Big Mama giggles. “I would be glad to take her.”

Draxum’s heart stutters. “What…?”

“Hm? But isn’t that what you brought her to my Nexus for, Draxxy?” Big Mama asks, the picture of false innocence. “You can’t really be expecting me to part with my darling Lou for nothing. No, no. That won’t do at all.” Her eyes glow ominously as she turns to face Draxum directly. “But if you give me your prized subject, then maybe I’ll be more agreeable.”

It should be a no brainer. It should be. With Lou Jitsu in his possession, Draxum can finally build his army of unstoppable warriors, and his people will be protected from the coming calamity at last.

However, Big Mama is asking for a hefty price.

Draxum fights to keep his cool, scoffing irritably like Big Mama hadn’t just asked him to forfeit his soul. “But what good would an army be without its general?” He asks.

“True, true,” Big Mama relents, still grinning that wicked grin. “But then again…you can always make another. And why would you want to put a human at the head of your precious army anyway? I thought you found them disgusting and foolish.”

“I do,” Draxum says bluntly. Because it is true. Humans are fools. But…, “But Spawn is more than mere human, and thus her inherent value is greater. Besides. Spawn has not been raised by humans long enough to be inflected with their foolishness.”

“Is that so? Then who raised the girl, hm?”

He stands from his seat and looks Big Mama straight in the eye. “I did,” he declares. With that, he sweeps away from the spider yokai. “Good day, Big Mama. A pity I won’t be doing business with you.”

Draxum is out of the viewer’s box before Big Mama can even get a retort out, making his way down to the arena as Spawn limps over to him. Internally, Draxum winces as he catalogs Spawn’s injuries. Her arm is indeed broken, her stance is unsteady in a way that belies a possible concussion, there’s a cut somewhere in her hairline that is bleeding profusely, and she’s littered with cuts and bruises.

All in all, not as bad as it could have been, but worse than Spawn has ever been made to endure.

Without a word, Draxum gathers up his Spawn and he carries Spawn out of the underground arena and to a more private area of the Nexus Hotel. The whole way, the girl is eerily silent. Thankfully, she’s not unconscious. Given that Draxum is fairly certain that she has a concussion, sleep will have to be postponed until he’s sure his general is out of danger.

“I’m sorry, Baba.”

Draxum nearly stops dead at the quiet, fragile words the girl speaks. “What are you apologizing for, Spawn?”

“Big Mama didn’t let you see Mr. Jitsu because my fight wasn’t good enough,” she says.

“That’s not it at all, Spawn. Don’t make such foolish assumptions,” Draxum scolds.

The girl shrinks in on herself a little in his arms, and Draxum sighs.

“I told you that Big Mama is fond of altering the terms of agreements on a whim, and that’s exactly what happened,” he says. “Your performance was perfect.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Draxum confirms. “I would have preferred that you didn’t get so damaged, but such things can’t always be helped.” He chuckles. “Besides. Even if Big Mama once again denied me access to Lou Jitsu, your efforts today gave me something equally precious.”

“Really? What was it?”

At the memory of Big Mama’s uncharacteristic shock, Draxum can’t help his laugh. “You smashed Big Mama’s usual mask of smug confidence and I had a front row seat to it!” He cackles. “And I got the last word in our conversation!”

“Is that really so precious, Baba?”

“Seeing Big Mama on the back foot and getting the last word? Oh, absolutely.”

From there, the silence isn’t as heavy as Draxum warps them home. He may have lost his final chance to convince Big Mama to release Lou Jitsu to him—or even let Draxum have access to his DNA—but…well…Draxum has other options at his disposal.

Perhaps he should look into hiring some gargoyles after all. ———

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[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

i love your writing very muuuuuuuch, so can i ask you something? can you write about harry in venice, like going with him or whatever you want?

Awww, thank you friend! Here's a little something!

Warning: oral sex (male receiving)

Venice was delightfully warm and Y/N felt content as she let her hand reach out of the edge of the boat as it sped them towards their hotel. Being Harry's personal assistant meant that she got to go tons of places with him, she helped his world go round, so she was an essential travel companion.

But in addition to assisting him with work stuff she also assisted him with personal stuff. Especially when he was extremely needy and lonely. It was a line that they had never intended to cross, but they had such a good relationship, they found each other attractive, and one really late night he just found himself pulling her in gently by the face and kissing her until they couldn't breathe.

Y/N always waited for Harry to initiate things, but she was certain that today would be the day when she would make the first move. Harry in Italy was another species of man. Something about the air here just turned him into this god-like, iconic, fashionista. Even after stepping off the jet he looked incredible in a dark magenta blazer and Gucci printed cardigan underneath. It drove her a bit wild to see his bare chest beneath. Harry caught her staring for a moment and he smirked at her, his eyes bore into hers for a few moments before she just couldn't take it anymore and looked away. They soon arrived at his hotel and got to preparing all of his looks. He had to make an appearance at his film's press conference in just a few hours and everyone on the team was helping out as Harry got showered. She was charged with steaming his blazer and trousers while his team got him all dolled up. Eventually everyone headed out to allow him to change.

Harry was just relaxing for a bit before he had to leave when he heard a few knocks on his door and he headed out to open it up. He smiled upon seeing Y/N there with a smile, but that was soon wiped away as she looked him up and down, bottom lip bitten lightly beneath her teeth.

"Did you need something?" he asked with a smug smirk.

"Shut up. And yes, I left my phone in here and I'd like to grab it before you're gone for half the night." she informed him and he chuckled and opened wider to let her in. She heard the heavy door shut as she headed over to the desk by the window where she had set down the phone.

"No wonder you didn't answer my texts." He said and she saw that he had indeed texted her twice in the last twenty minutes. She turned back to see him leaning against the TV console just a few feet away from her.

"Did you need me for something?" she asked him and he nodded, motioning with his head for her to come closer to him and she did but he said nothing, just smiled at her, "What did you need, H?" she asked again and his eyes met hers as he swallowed hard.

"Need you to get on your knees for me and suck my cock." he said lowly and she suddenly couldn't breathe, "Seen how you've been looking at me all day, baby." he hummed with a smirk as one of his hands grabbed her waist.

"You looked hot as hell." she said and he hummed.

"And what about now?" he asked and she bit her lip. The curled, side swept hair, his stubble, and the tie around his neck. She wanted to pull it tight as she bounced on his cock, watching his eyes roll back and his lips part in a moan as the airflow to his lungs was reduced. He just looked so fucking delicious, "Use your words, baby."

"Look so fucking good. Want you to stuff my mouth full and come down my throat." she said as his lips skimmed right over hers. She felt his fingers tighten into her waist.

"Fuck, get on the floor." he sighed urgently and she didn't hesitate for a moment.

Y/N just sunk down to her knees as his clumsy hands struggled to find the button on his trousers. She slid her hands up his thighs and helped him out as he held up his trousers. She guided his half-hard cock out from the slit in his briefs and immediately started to stroke at it and he sighed in relief. Her mouth watered in anticipation as she felt him getting longer, thicker, and hotter in the palm of her hand. She just couldn't wait any longer and leaned in, encasing his tip between her hot lips.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned. His eyes fluttered closed as she started to suck. Her tongue rubbed against his frenulum, making him moan again. His hands found their way into her hair, scraping against her scalp gently as he got to full mast. Her tongue rolled and rubbed against the slit of his cock, it was making his stomach tense at the sensitivity, "Shit. Take more, baby. Take more of my cock." he encouraged her and when she sunk lower he guided her movements by her hair, "Fuck, that's it. So good, baby." he exhaled.

Y/N relaxed her jaw and allowed him to start thrusting a little more. His stomach started to tingle as the tip of his cock pressed to the back of her mouth over and over. His hold in her hair was tighter now, causing a slight sting to her scalp. She moaned at the little bite of pain and the sound seemed to travel through his cock and into his soul.

Harry's eyes focused on the way his big, thick erection would disappear between her spit-slicked lips. One of her hands left his thigh to massage at his balls. Her gentle squeezes and tugs were making his legs buckle as his orgasm started to build up.

"M'getting close." he panted, "You're gonna make me come." she moaned upon hearing this and he grinned down at her as her eyes met his, "Just want a mouthfull of my come, don't you?" he mumbled and she moaned again, "My sexy little cum slut." he panted as he started to reach his peak, "Gonna empty my balls down your throat." he grunted as he started thrusting harder and faster, his eyes falling shut and mouth dropping open as he moaned as the pleasure started to spread through his body and wipe him out, like a gigantic wave.

Y/N was so turned on with his dirty talk, she was desperate to finally taste his cum pooling in her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she relaxed her throat as much as possible as the head of his cock repeatedly prodded into the back of her throat.

"Fuck, you always take my cock so well." He grunted. She knew he was close as his rhythm started to falter, "Oh fuck, Y/N! I'm coming!" he warned and in seconds she felt his warm, creamy load filling her mouth. She moaned as he continued fucking into her mouth a few more times before he pulled out from her lips and continued stroking his cock, "Go on then," he panted, "Swallow my cum, baby." She gulped down his cum and parted her lips to show him a clean mouth and he moaned, "M'not done yet. I've got some more for you. Bring that pretty, little face here." she scooted closer, the tip of his cock would nudge against her cheek with every tug he gave himself and in just a few seconds a long, drawn out moan left his lips and she felt his cum spurting onto her face. "Fuuuuuck me." he whined lowly, watching as his thick, milky cum glazed over her lips, cheek, and a bit of her nose. He slowed his strokes down and eventually came to a stop.

Harry watched through heavy eye lids as she licked over her lips, here eyes not leaving his face. He reached down and collected the cum on her cheek with two fingers, she opened up right away and sucked his thick digits between her lips and he smiled.

"Good girl." he hummed. She popped off with a smile of her own. In seconds he was pulling her up and kissed her passionately. His hands started to wander up her dress and she pulled away from their kiss with a wet gasp.

"You need to go in a few minutes." she reminded and he huffed and pouted, which made her giggle, "Stop fussing, y'came twice." she reminded as she reached down and tucked him back into his breifs.

"I only come like tha' with you." he admitted and she smirked pridefully.

"Good." she responded as she fastened up his trouser's zipper and button before patting at his lower tummy gently, "There you are." she stated with a little smile and he grabbed her face and kissed her once more, slower this time. It made her mind blank and her entire body to shiver.

"Meet me here when I come back, please?" he asked and she smiled.

"Yeah, alright." she promised and he grinned and kissed her once more before a knock on his door startled them apart.

"Gotta run. I'll see you tonight." he smiled and she nodded before he hurried off. She was exited to find out what he had in store for them.

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Weekend Together [Gekko x F! Reader] [2]

Heya! Welcome back!

Thanks for all of the likes, reblogs and follows, I can't tell you how much I appreciate every interaction on my posts! Also I feel a bit better I'm not the only one simping for fictional men, haha...

Anyway, please be patient with my abhorrent formatting I JUST discovered that shift + enter is a thing that exists and I'm very humiliated.

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Gekko x F! Reader

Part 1 - Part 2

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Gekko gets over his anxiety and finally asks you out, watching delightfully as you finally let your guard down. Or so he thinks.

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Jett looked toward the group, clearly irritated.

“그 잘난 체하는 작은… we’ll show him, I’ll empty his wallet one of these days!” <That smug little…>

“Are you gonna mug him, or something?”

Gekko joked, but was quickly silenced once everyone’s eyes locked onto him; a sense of determination flooding each and every one of them. Maybe... too much determination.

Killjoy spoke up.

“Warten! The date! You’re going on that date, Gekko!” <Wait!>

“Date?”

“That’s right! You’ll go on that date and ask her where she’s from!”

Wingman gurgled on Jett’s lap, forcing a smile on the Korean’s face. Gekko quickly looked down on his bag to notice the empty display. But after the fifth time, he was hardly surprised she managed to steal him under his nose.

“See? Even Wings agrees!”

“That’s not what he–”

“Please, Gekko? For me? Think what that money could–”

Just as she went to speak another word to guilt him into following through, he put a hand on her face and pushed her away with an unamused expression.

“I’m not using A/N just so you guys can win a bet. She'd kill us if she found out, you know that?”

“Come on, fam. You’ve stalled for a whole week already! She’s probably forgotten about that Deadlock thing by now!”

Gekko blushed and leaned back on the seat once more. True. He’d even picked out a location and everything. Even the perfect time to go, one that would align with your schedule. But he just couldn’t make the first move, not when you’d barely even bother to say ‘hey’ back.

“Chale, man, I don’t even know how to ask her.” <No way,>

“Mate, look around you! You’ve got so much good advice just waiting to be handed to you. All you have to do is ask!”

He lifted his chin and looked towards the obvious solution that sat literally just opposite to him. That’s right, Killjoy and Raze, a set of warm smiles lifting their cheeks. The first ever officially established couple in the protocol.  How could he be so stupid? They're right there! He could just ask–

“Erm, mate, I wasn’t talking about them.”

Gekko met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, fine. Show me your ways, wise sage.”

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Even when you were getting ready for bed, you had to run around for your nightly routine to make sure everything was ready. And by the time you finally laid down, covered yourself with the blanket and closed the lamp next to you, your phone buzzed with a notification.

With a deep sigh, you took the phone and checked the oncoming text. But it was from the last person you’d expect.

Gekko. 

‘Are you free tomorrow?’

Ugh. Tomorrow was supposed to be your private time. By the looks of things, he was about to follow up on that promise he made a week ago.  And what you hated more was that you remembered.

‘Yes. What is it?’

‘I was wondering if we could go out?’

…

Oh. Wow. 

You didn’t know what to say, really. He actually followed through. When’d he get so bold, anyway? He could hardly muster up a sentence around you, not when he starts acting like a teen who’s experiencing their first ever crush in their entire life. 

Oh wait.

But it still surprised you. Usually, you’d hang out with the posh ones. Professional, poise, well spoken. Two-faced. Which is why you were one of the superiors. So, in a way, Gekko was a refreshing change of pace.

So, whatever.

‘Sure. What time?’

Unbeknownst to you, as you put your phone down and covered yourself with your blanket, this simple text made Gekko’s heart skip enough beats it nearly constituted an emergency.

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UnConfidence Yourself

Youcef can’t begin to understand what Elaina doesn’t like about him. Everyone likes him. Why doesn’t she?

Youcef x MC

Happy birthday to the one and only @rebelrayne ! Am I late? Am I early? The world will never know!

Youcef was confident in everything he did. He didn’t see a reason not to be- he was handsome, he could be humorous, he was intelligent. It never occurred to him that what he saw as self-confidence may have looked to others as smugness, and if he was honest he had never cared.

Until he met Elaina.

Elaina changed the way Youcef carried himself, the way he looked at his approach to things.

Elaina changed him.

And he would always be grateful to Love Island for bringing her into his life.

Walking in as a bombshell, Youcef knew he looked good- even as the man accompanying him never stopped talking as they waited for the girls chosen for the double date. It was undoubtable in his mind that they would leave and he’d have both girls ready to eat out of the palm of his hand, women always fell for his looks and his accent kept them coming back. There was no reason to believe that wouldn’t be true when he was chosen for Love Island. Even as the bloke beside him started to greet the girls, some comment about scary good looks slipping from his lips, Youcef wasn’t listening. He could see the immediate attraction sparkle in Najuma’s eyes as she joined them in the hot tub. He felt his ego inflate as her eyes raked over his form.

But then his gaze fell on the other woman that had joined them, who didn’t look the least bit impressed as she raised a brow at his smirking face, even as she didn’t comment on it before joining them in the water with a jump and a splash. Elaina’s laughter rang out, mixing with Bruno and Najuma’s in the air, and Youcef allowed his smirk to grow larger. So she wanted to play hard to get…

Breaking his silence, Youcef nodded his head to the new ladies, “Very nice to meet you both. My name is Youcef.”

The Frenchman almost let his sharp tongue slip when Bruno compared the four of them in a hot tub to bathing with his family, but he was delightfully surprised when Elaina beat him to it, “What a weird comparison. Like, is that really what you wanna be saying to two potential girlfriends? Comparing us to your sisters?”

“Oh, yeah, that is a bit odd.” Bruno laughed to himself.

“If these two look anything like your sisters, Bruno, I’ll have to come visit.” Youcef kept his gaze trained on Najuma, sending her a sultry look. If Elaina wanted to play hard to get, Youcef was the champion of that game.

“You’re as smooth as crunchy peanut butter, Bruno.” Najuma laughed.

Bruno winked in return, “And just as tasty.”

Elaina jokingly asked for a taste, licking his arm as he presented it to her, “Tastes like chocolate.” She laughed, only looking between the comedian and the demolitions expert as she talked. Youcef couldn’t help but simper to himself that her eyes were never drawn his way, even women that tried to pretend had never been able to resist taking in his appearance.

When Najuma asked them for their type, Youcef could tell she was more interested in his answer than Bruno’s, but Elaina didn’t seem interested in either response. Youcef couldn’t help but think she was a curious girl, watching humorously as Najuma mimed burning her finger on Elaina’s shoulder when they confirmed they were as spicy as Bruno thought they’d be, before her eyes flit his way, “What about you, Youcef? What’s your type?”

He hummed, sliding his gaze to lock with hers, “Someone I can have an intelligent conversation with.”

“Mate,” Bruno laughed, “if that’s what you like, my Nan has cracking banter.”

Without pulling his eyes away from Elaina’s, Youcef continued, ignoring Bruno, “And I don’t like ignorance.” He finally pulled his gaze away, turning to Bruno with an amused look and ignoring how for the first time it was difficult for him to look away, as the two men shared a laugh.

Najuma was practically preening under the attention as Bruno leaned over to Elaina, “The lad has game, yeah?”

Youcef’s ears perked up, wanting to hear what he knew would be an agreement, but to his surprise Elaina didn’t seem to be impressed, “Eh, he’s not all that. Like, I get it, sure. But it’s not for me, being all full of yourself like that.”

Thanks to his many years in front of the camera, Youcef was able to keep the shock off his face, but his mind was sent reeling. Did women not like confidence where she was from? He’d never been rejected because he took pride in himself.

Mentally shaking himself off, Youcef told Najuma a story about seeing an old flame in the crowd when he walked Paris Fashion Week, but again Elaina didn’t seem interested, choosing to ask Bruno about how he got into comedy. The comedian either didn’t notice that he was her sole attention, or was inwardly taking pride in it, telling them about a terrible date he went on to an open mic night where he took the stage making jokes about bad dates.

Youcef had always been good about stealing the spotlight, “Speaking of jobs,” he turned to Najuma, “You crumble buildings for a living?”

Unfortunately for him, that only served to make Elaina interested in Najuma, “What an interesting job!”

“It has its moments,” Najuma laughed, “Like when I blew up a Ferris wheel and it started rolling away. My first week on the job!”

“Remind me not get on your bad side, then.” The model joked, he purposely wasn’t going to ask about Elaina’s job as a maths teacher. He wanted her to come to him.

Najuma didn’t even seem to notice, flirting as she winked at him, “You might find you like it.”

Bruno took the initiative that Youcef certainly didn’t plan to take, “So what do you girls think about your couples? I’m sure you’ve got your hands full.”

Elaina shrugged, “My hands are so empty with Kobi I might as well be holding clouds.” She smirked at Najuma, who giggled as she continued, “I mostly picked him to show Lexi she can’t control me.”

Youcef heard the request for a test of physical chemistry leave his own lips before he had even decided to ask it, watching the interest sparkle in Najuma’s eyes while Elaina rolled hers. But then she accepted, her eyes focused on Bruno as she did. Youcef had to fight the urge to frown, why didn’t she want him?

After making sure he gave Najuma enough of a spark to ensure that she’d want more, dipping her back and leaving her dazed, he directed his attention back to Elaina. Surely she just didn’t want to seem eager, non? Except she didn’t seem like she was going to make the move. She said something offhanded to Najuma about not needing to, but the demolitions girl seemed more enthusiastic, persuading her. Making her way toward him, she still looked unimpressed. Youcef couldn’t understand it, most women threw themselves at his feet- why was she so different? It wouldn’t deter him, he just needed to show her what she was missing out on, right? So he let his fingers trace enticing lines up her arms as he took her in his, knowing he could win her over.

But when their lips touched, he felt a surge in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in years. She felt electric against him, like she was filling him with life again.

And all too soon she was pulling away, not looking nearly as stunned as he felt.

She would be the death of him if he let her break down his defenses, she would break his heart. Youcef knew that deep down, he wanted her. But Elaina didn’t want him.

He just couldn’t figure out why.

Never have I ever was a nice change, even as he had to reveal his failed engagement. But he hadn’t been alone in that. He couldn’t be sure who else had taken a drink, his gaze too focused on her. Elaina had taken a sip, waving it off as a guy from uni that ended when they realized they wanted different things. She almost looked like she might’ve seen him differently, saying he didn’t need to share with a soft look in her eye, but it changed when he explained he had found someone else. She looked at him harder than before. He didn’t like the lead feeling it stuck into his gut, why was he bothered about the way she looked at him? Nobody had ever shaken his confidence, he couldn’t allow her to be the first.

It wound around to Hazeem’s turn, no ideas coming to his mind as Elaina encouraged him, before he finally just called it out, “Fine, never have I ever kissed Elaina. Happy?”

She laughed, not looking bothered to be used as a prop, even as Bruno happily took a chug. And then Youcef smirked as he took a sip. Kobi looked annoyed, but Lexi was quick to get in his face about why it bothered him. Elaina didn’t so much as flinch as the awkward silence came over the group, appearing as unbothered as ever.

It wasn’t a surprise when Kobi wanted to speak with her after, but Youcef didn’t stay to eavesdrop.

At the recoupling, Youcef expected her to finally do much glance his way, weigh her options after Lexi took Kobi back, but Elaina didn’t even look phased. She looked at the couples- Will with Thabi and Kobi with the resident mean girl- before picking James. Youcef hadn’t expected the quiet man to even be a thought she entertained, he couldn’t handle her.

Youcef smirked when Najuma picked him, he liked her enough, but how was Elaina not remotely interested in him?

Angie had always intrigued Youcef, never mincing words and being blunt no matter the situation. He wasn’t interested in her, but could imagine how a friendship would take shape.

And he did see it take place.

Not with him, but he observed how Elaina supported her stance about the relationship developing between Kobi and Lexi, backed her up when the man got offended and shut down the fight that was bracing to happen. Even as Thabi and Will approached the idea of a group dinner, Youcef could tell it was Elaina that had calmed everyone down. She didn’t let herself be talked down to, but she encouraged peace in the group. Youcef had never tried to pursue a balance like that in himself.

When dinner ended, Youcef watched in amusement as Elaina teamed up with Angie for a game of chicken with the toxic couple, silently encouraging their win as he spoke with Bruno. As the game finished, Elaina made her way over the pair of them, asking if his shoulder was feeling any better. When he admitted that it was just feeling a bit sore, she offered to help, but as much as he wanted to believe she just wanted the excuse to feel him like he would’ve thought before, she had made it clear that wasn’t the case. But he was nothing if not cocky, “Others would read into it…”

“Why? Because I’m a girl and you’re a boy?” She raised an eyebrow, cracking her knuckles.

“A very handsome boy.” He offered with a smirk, only to see her grimace.

“Oh, gag.” She pushed her fingers into the muscle, driving away the tension, and the two of them fell into a surprisingly easy conversation as she worked. As much as he’d hated to admit it, she was delightful to speak to as she talked to him like a normal person. There was no flirting, no attempt to boost his ego. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to him so easily, so earnestly, without an ulterior motive. Elaina wasn’t interested in him, and he still didn’t understand why, but she was refreshing.

During the kiss or miss challenge, he felt like he was finally on the cusp on the reason she seemed to be the only girl that never looked at him- he’d even caught glances from Angie and Lexi, but never Elaina.

He took the chance while she was blindfolded, and she had guessed him right away. He wanted to smirk, thinking he’d made more of an impression than she’d let on in the hot tub, but then she told Najuma that she figured it out because of how overly confident it was.

That had been the second time she said that. Why was his confidence such a problem?

The days went on, Youcef had grown used to Najuma’s attraction to him as their couple stuck around, but something bothered him all the same. He had seen the others shuffle, some like Will pursuing different romantic angles, and others like Elaina going from one friendship couple to another as she went from James to Tom. She was looking for something deeper than the surface. He had never been looked at past what he could offer.

But his friendship with her grew. She still didn’t seem like she wanted him, but he was ready to take what he could, so long as it kept her around.

“How many cups of coffee have you had this morning?” He watched as Angie asked the question, the two of them spent more time together than they did with their perspective partners. Elaina had been rattling off about facts she’d learned about abandoned theme parks when the question was voiced, and offered a sheepish grin in return.

“Haha, umm, I’m just going to apologize to you right now. It’s going to be a really long day for you and I’m sorry.” Angie sighed, but Youcef could see the grin she hid as the two of them walked away. He would’ve gladly dealt with her over caffeinated shenanigans, but it just wasn’t his place.

As the end approached, there had been challenges and chill times, arguments and laughs, as life goes in the Villa. And Youcef felt like he’d missed a chance. Whatever Elaina’s issue was with his confidence, it prevented him from exploring the possibility of more with her. And the longer he was around her, the more he wanted that. He didn’t dislike Najuma- in all honesty, she was great. But she didn’t make him feel the same way that Elaina did.

When the Unboxing Challenge happened, he finally started seeing why his confidence bothered her. Oliver seemed nice enough, but Youcef saw Elaina’s face shift when Dylan started speaking. He recognized that look, it was the same way she looked at him in the beginning. It was more severe this time, and Youcef finally understood.

Yes, he had always been on the cocky side of confident.

Yes, he often believed that people wanted him when they looked at him.

But now he saw why that bothered her.

Dylan had an ego that could make Youcef’s look insignificant.

When Elaina came back from the date, word was already spreading around. Dylan was gloating, gossiping to anyone who would listen about how she wanted him. Youcef couldn’t believe that anyone actually thought that was the truth. They clearly hadn’t been watching her like he had. He wanted to tell her, warn her about the rumors he’d heard when she sat with him at the boys’ welcome party, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

When Tom confronted her about it, Youcef was shocked he didn’t even give her a chance to explain, especially with the entire Villa pretending they weren’t eavesdropping. Angie intervened as quickly as she could, but the damage was done.

Tom told Elaina that they needed to spend the night apart.

Angie found the Frenchman the next day, unwilling at first to share what she’d learn, but eventually she was honest. He listened as Angie told Elaina’s recount of the date, how he was gaslighting her and acting like she needed someone to take care of her. She told him about Dylan visiting her in the middle of the night, like he expected her to just fall in his arms if he pretended to offer a shoulder to cry on.

And then the two of them snapped their heads up at raised voices.

Tom and Elaina were arguing, he was accusing her of leading him on, she snapped back that she was clear from the get that she only wanted to be friends. Tom accused her of leading Dylan on as well.

And Elaina just snapped and sent him away.

Right before their eyes, the couple disintegrated.

But Youcef could only think that Elaina deserved better than that.

Angie left him in the kitchen, rushing over to her best mate, and by the time the two of them came back, the Property Brother reject was making an appearance. As soon as he laid his eyes on her, he was smirking, “Good morning, baby!”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me!” She snapped, a disgusted expression on her face.

“Your behavior is pretty easy to see through,” Youcef had to agree with Oliver there. Anyone that had believed him yesterday, there was no way they still did.

“What are people seeing?”

“Dylan, people are seeing how manipulative you are!” Elaina scowled, “It’s obvious everything you say and do is just to make drama. You haven’t been honest even once since you walked into the Villa.” Youcef wanted to support her, but he knew that she didn’t need his protection. He may have been cocky when they met, but she made him see that she didn’t need him to save her. “You’ve done everything to break Tom and I up. Congratulations, you did it. But to what end? You think I’ll just fall into your arms now?”

“You really should stop being so suspicious of people.” Dylan scoffed, “I think it’s a condition.”

Angie stepped into his face, “You are not getting into her head- not as long as I’m here, not as long as she is exactly who she is. She’s too strong to fall for your tricks. Gaslight someone else, you sociopath.”

There were more words thrown around, but before long Dylan was finally stomping his way out, and then it was over. Youcef, Valentina, Angie, and Oliver helped Elaina relax, bringing her smile back out, until she said something that set Youcef’s chest on fire,

“I love you guys.”

It was probably a mistake, but Youcef couldn’t talk himself out of it. This was his last chance. He could understand why Elaina didn’t want him before, but he was different than the day he came in.

So he tapped her shoulder, waiting and biting his nails as she turned, giving him a warm smile, “What’s up?”

“Was wondering if we could have a chat. Could we sit for five minutes?” Youcef didn’t get nervous, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Like he was afraid she would still look at him the same way she did on day five when he entered.

“Of course!” He let himself smile, the two of them sitting on the loungers.

He took a deep breath, bracing himself as he met her eye, “It’s been a heavy couple of days… what with the new guys and everything. Especially Dylan.” He couldn’t stop the look of distaste that overcame his face at the name, “I know it’s been tough on you.”

“Thanks for being on my side.” She offered honestly, and he wished he could keep that warm feeling inside of him forever.

“I’ll always be on your side, Elaina. Always.” He had to take a minute, refocus his train of thought. This move was last minute, it was easily viewed as desperate, but he needed to get the words right or it was all for nothing. “I wasn’t sure if I should speak up before now. I didn’t want to add more drama to your life. But in the end… I suppose I can’t help myself.” She watched him curiously, and he blamed his overly large ego for thinking there was hope in her eyes, “Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe I’m being a fool. But you’ve become so important to me that I can’t imagine bottling it up.” He looked into her eyes, wishing against all reason that this would pay off. If he couldn’t have her, there was no reason for him to have come to Love Island. “Je suis en train de tomber amoureux de toi.” Her eyes widened slightly, like the unthinkable was happening. But he’d seen her at the group dinner, translating his French words for the group. He knew she understood what he said- that he’d fallen in love with her. “I know it’s been a while in here, for both of us. I’m sorry it took me so long to know my own mind. To know my heart. I could say a lot of things, like I’ve been burned before and it takes me a while to trust people. Say it takes me a while to trust myself too and I don’t like to make promises I can’t keep. But in the end, I think what I needed was to get out of my head. To just… see you. You’re brave and smart and bold. You always speak your mind, but you’re considerate and gentle. I needed to see what about me had put you off in the beginning, understand what it was about me. And I do see it now.” He met her eyes again, hoping she could tell that he meant everything he said, “if you only want me in your life as a friend, I can understand. I can accept that.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Elaina’s soft voice filled his ears in the silence of the night, and he understood how much he had unloaded on her.

“You do not need to give me an answer now. Just know that the man I was when we met- the man that bothered you so much- he bothers me, too. If you’ll have me… I want to be better for you.” He gave her a small, worried smile, “And if not, know I’ll still be rooting for you. I would just really, really like to be rooting you on by your side.”

Youcef couldn’t be sure what thoughts moved through her head, finally excusing himself so she could process it all.

He wouldn’t blame her if his confession wasn’t enough. The old him would’ve let his confidence make him feel invincible, like her choosing him was inevitable. But he was better than that now, she made him better than that.

Now he could only wait. Sure, Najuma would probably still pick him. But for once in his life he wasn’t content with letting someone chase him. He was doing the chasing, hoping it would end with the catch of a lifetime.

So he stood at the fire pit, trying to keep the nerves off his face as they battled it out in his gut.

But he couldn’t help but feel awed at how beautiful she looked as she stood from the bench, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to meet her eye.

“This boy and I have known each other for a while.” She started, “He’s amazing, and I never thought in a million years he’d be into me. And when we met I never thought I’d be into him.” Youcef’s gaze jumped without consent, catching hers as she looked right back at him, “Recently some things happened that made me realize we might have a shot. This person has… the kindest heart. Looking after me when I didn’t know I needed it. And that’s why tonight I want to couple up with Youcef.”

He doesn’t care how uncharacteristic he looks, lifting her in the air and spinning her around. “I can’t believe you took a shot on me, Mon ceour. I am going to make you so happy.”

Elaina’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she looked back at him, “Confident much?”

“Non,” he disagreed, smiling more genuinely than he had in years, “I keep my promises. That’s all.”

Holding her on the bench, watching the rest of the friends they’d made choose for the final time, Youcef felt so many things.

He was never used to this- the hope and butterflies, the yearning and want. Until her, he never realized how much his confidence worked like a shield. Protecting himself from anyone that could have a sword at the ready.

Until he laid the shield down, realizing she had never picked up a sword.

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#litg #litg season 4 #litg bombshell #litg youcef #litg youcef x mc

[urwendii]

Another double drabble. Day 3 introduces the "Dark Queen Arien AU" that @cilil and I have been obsessing about for some time.

Anarnur (Q): Servant of the Sun. the name given to Arien's handmaidens.

Anarmehtar (Q): Warrior of the Sun. Eönwë's title as Arien's Lieutenant and Commander of her armies.

Pairing: Mairon🔥 x Arien☀️ x Eönwë🦅 Rating: Teen Up

Day 3: Negotiations

They met on the stretch of land between their two kingdoms. Arien, in full ceremonial apparel, an impressive crown of gold and diamonds forged by Mairon was set on her amber hair looked resplendent. Her faithful Anarnur, Servants of the Sun standing at attention behind her while her Lieutenant flanked her left. Eönwë looked mighty in golden armor, his wings spanning all the way to the ground. 

Varda was smiling dangerously at them and Arien took note of how her husband was not by her side. Good. Let women deal with this in a wiser manner. She had told Mairon to remain behind as well. There was no need to pour oil on fire. Yet. 

The Elder Queen had only bothered with two Maiar, their faces hidden behind blue veils. Arien was fully aware that the Valië was powerful enough on her own, and it was the main reason behind seeking the peace treaty. They had a common enemy after all, that would ask all of her focus.

“Let’s begin the negotiations then.”

Day 4: Misunderstanding

There had been some misunderstanding Eönwë thought as he stepped into the room - all nerves alight - only to find Arien’s consort lying on the bed, sprawled like a giant fiery cat. Bare chest and watching him with a mischievous spark in his eyes Eönwë was all too familiar with. 

“Ah our lovely Anarmehtar.” Mairon exclaimed delightfully, using Eönwë’s title in a way that was both indecent and mocking. Squaring his shoulders Eönwë looked around the room, trying to ignore the state of undress of the Maia in front of him.

“I was told the Queen wanted to see me.”

The other man only hummed in agreement before getting on his feet with a feline agility that betrayed his nature. “She certainly did. Come, and make yourself at ease.” The other man crooned, a wide smirk as he circled Eönwë like a prey. 

“I'm good.” Eönwë shot back, wings shuddering when daft fingers combed through some of his feathers. 

“Yes, yes you are very much.” The innuendo was not lost on Eönwë who eyed the other Maia warily. Finally, still looking way too smug for Eönwë's taste, Mairon left his personal space and resumed his lazy position on the bed while opening a book. 

“We've been discussing some arrangements that need to be dealt with Harad.” 

“And that could not wait until the next council?” He answered sarcastically only to wince when a warm hand landed in the sensitive place of his shoulders, between his wings. 

“I think I should like the three of us to be at ease. It certainly makes for an interesting decision making process, don't you think?” 

Eönwë bowed, face flushed with embarrassment as Arien strode in the room, wearing a soft dress of dark burgundy silk that hugged her curves in an almost indecent manner. 

“Come Eönwë,” the Queen gestured as she too sat down on the bed, eyes alight with a teasing fire. 

#ot3: on flaming wings #mairon x arien x eönwë #multiamory march