#but also wow angles are hard

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

#shuichi iguchi #shigaraki tomura #mha spinner #bnha spinner #spinaraki #spinneraki #ok now that the tags are out of the way LETS TALK #i was reading a webtoon when female lead did that whole laugh and cover it with your hand thing and i do it sometimes too #and i got to thinking about WHY and why its usually girls depicted as such and i know some people dont like their teeth/smile #and im like well shut the fuck up! im thinking fem spinner!!! like being self conscious about how she looks and developing it on accident #and shigaraki never really noticing until one day she DOES and wow spinner looks really pretty when she laughs and why does she hide it #like damn!!! i have a lot of thoughts about what spinner but female and the changes that would have on the character and why and agdjfkflg #ANYWAYS someone stop me from regressing to the old way i used to do hair bc its too damn time intensive but its so easy to zone out during #fem shigaraki #fem spinner #was going to properly do the background but i got done after forgetting the texture for spinner for the 4th time + went eeeh good enough #also!!!!!! the last “”panel“” made me realize how weird that angle is to draw spinner with his major proportions and also keep the soft 1/2 #2/2 smile reading as a smile and agdhfkfl am i adding “looks like a resting bitch face” to my spinner headcanons? maybe. #but imagine spinner trying so hard to look approachable and give a little smile but his face just????? doesnt do that very well (at least #not as easily as more human looking humans) and how that might play into his ostracization and then him leaning into that #as a defense mechanism (like if they think im an ass then I'll look like an ass on purpose) ahdndn he was so grumpy in the bar in the bg #mha jbee

[stargarland]

guys i think we kinda gloss over the whole i’ll get you the ballon d'or thing bc when u rlly think abt that ITS SO INSANE????

#there’s two angles on this here methinks #one being that this is a true act of devotion leo tanking his carrer (at that moment) just to elevate neymar’s JUST to get him to stay #the second being that it’s ridiculously backhanded #if the reason for neymar leaving was getting out of leo’s shadow saying that would be so backhanded establishing a point of no return #u know what i mean like wow thanks ur making it so clear that i can’t get this on my own you have to still do it for me kinda thing #point of no return At The Time bc at that point the attempt to come back / leo going to psg wasn’t a thing #could also be a bit of both kind of really getting at their dynamic of none of this should work but we fought so hard for it to work #let me know if i make any sense at all of if im straight up wrong both are possible #neymessi

[pupuseriazag]

One of my friends bought pokemon violet (grave mistake) and since we all share our accounts with eachother I gave it a try and holy shit it does feel so unfinished what the hell...

Good thing is, I chose Sprigatito and named her GataMota lol

#moona rambling #I feel so bad for the ppl working at gamefreak :/ #But fuuuuck some of the animations need more polish... The ilumination in some places suddenly changing as you get closer #No? Camera? Movements? In battle? You do it yourself? Worst idea ever #I didnr knew you could move ir around I did like 4 battles and thought 'wow the battle camera sucks ass what is this angle' #Until I moved it accidentally #also listen I know some pokemon are REEEALLY very small... But do they have to be so fucking small? 💀 Like- #I couldnt even see the pawmi until I was literally stepping on ir #Also the lag... Baby I know the switch aint that powerful but why is it having a hard time loading stuff on pokemon? 😭 #Oh btw if you dont speak spanish I basically named WeedCat my sprigatito xd #Speaking on spanish I love how they now added the 'Spanish (Spain)' on the language selection #...Besides there not being a Latam spanish option #And thats flour of another bag lemme tell you #Yeah rant over I guess #I cant belive they really downgraded from pokemon sword and shield. Damn

[jessielefey]

One should play the Drakengard/nier games in reverse publishing order in order to get the most out of them. Like how Bloodborne can be said as to "teach you how to play Souls games", Automata followed by Drakengard 3 followed by Replicant teaches you how to read Drakengard as a metacommentary in a way that conceptually proves "just starting from the first game in the series" is doomed to leave you confused and angry and heartbroken; in this essay I will...

#but seriously: thing that seems to have been lost by new kids jumping on from automata... the meme used to be 'cavia hates you' #or to give it more context: cavia got sorta notorious as like evil!Kojima games; cavia *loves* games but *hates* players #yoko taro doesn't hate us anymore but he remembers when he did #and it's all over the newer games this... sorta step-by-step guide on how to read theme into game mechanics #if you just go from Automata -- a love letter -- to the first Drakengard -- an active sneering declaration of war... #it's not hard to see why people just bounce off like 'wow this game is shit'; bad-on-purpose/bad-for-a-purpose is sketch ground to pick #but the both necessary and entirely unnecessary ten thousand automata endings? that's a lesson. #drakengard 3 going so meta its plot implodes and all you're left with is the symbolic story? another #nier literally mocking you for doing unnecessary side quests and the only good ending is to literally not-play? now you're almost ready #if you can appreciate *what the game is saying* in nier by the easy gameplay doing just about everything to get you to the end #the same end that tells you your effort was less than pointless and then lights it on fire as it makes you watch #*now* you're ready to look at drakengard's maliciously jank gameplay and story that actively punishes you for digging and understand #(reason why nier both is and is not a drakengard game is in the difference between the maliciously too-easy gameplay #and 'we're the bad guys' this was all futile conclusion and drakengard's maliciously too-hard gameplay #and 'we're the bad guys but from the opposite angle' we as devs are literally laughing at you conclusion) #(and you can see that best in drakengard 3 which *is* a drakengard game through and through even with less jank mechanics) #heh hot take: drakengard and pathologic are kissing cousins #also also: Drakengard is to NIN's Hurt as Automata is to Cash's Hurt #(((but where's the essay OP? in the tags apparently; keep up :-p)))

[readymades2002]

secret look at my doodle canvas just for you. being forced against all my earthly desire to learn how to draw faces that look different </3

#my arte #despite the fact that i hate trying to draw dudes that look distinct from each other it feels like the only thing im ever doing #trying to do. and failing at. well actually ive been studying so i think these are okay but like #the moment i try this from any other angle? any expression? anything but a 3/4 headshot facing the right? catastrophe.... #you can even see that with soldier. i have to draw him silly looking because if i try it for real it looks bad #dont even get me started on those bottom three this FUCKING throuple of dudes vex me i cannot STAND them its ALWAYS them #anyway im not happy about it but studying this game i already feel like im learning a lot about drawing faces (annoyed by this) #ive gotten lazy and im not confident in my lines digitally so i rely on shorthand a lot and it is helpful to look things over #also embarrassing because ive always drawn faces a lot but i always have a hard time conceptually proportions and all that #so i feel like my faces all look the same a lot of the time. and i...havent...studied anatomy lol so im really guessing a lot #and now im thinking about features being different sizes and depths and locations and its like wow! #pretty cool! will NOT stay consistent but well it looks neat i guess!

[all444miles]

— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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[holymusicalmothman]

Eat at Baratie! - OPLA!Sanji x Fem!Reader

Might do a part two, there might be more of this that comes to mind!

Inspo is from @madmadamemimble who said : "Sanji recognizes reader as a former patron of the baratie a few years back. Why does he remember them? They dined and dashed. On his watch. Zeff. Was. Furious. He still begrudges them for the lengthy month of chore duty he got stuck with as a result. But how could he ever stay mad at someone so beautiful, kind and charming."

Warnings: none? mentions of a dine and dash in the past. Don't do that to your waiters guys :)

Word Count: 1k

Main Masterlist

You felt yourself tense when your little brother led you all through the fog and towards the Baratie. Normally you didn’t return to places that you had left on a rather…unhappy note. But you also knew that you didn’t stand a chance against Luffy’s appetite. 

But maybe the waiter from before wasn’t working there anymore? And the Head Chef and Owner, who you knew to be Red Leg Zeff, had never seen your face. So you knew there was a slight chance you’d make it through this. After all, you didn’t even have a reservation.

You weren’t proud of your prior actions, but back then the simple dine and dash had just been a moment in the wind. You definitely hadn’t planned on returning. 

And you definitely weren’t telling your brother. 

Growing up two years Luffy’s elder, you made it your own personal mission to look out for him. Especially after Shanks had left. You had taken his departure personally, the pirate genuinely being your father. Luffy had never quite told you how that moment had affected him, it was the one of the few things he had never opened up to you about. But you had seen how much he treasured his hat. He called you his sister though. And you called him your brother. 

You and Nami stood more towards the back of the group as Luffy and Usopp attempted to get a table. 

“You’re tense.” She pointed out. 

Being the only two girls aboard the Going Merry, you liked to think you and Nami were friends. 

You lowered your voice. “Don’t tell my brother, but I might have dined and dashed here a few years back.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You?”

You nodded. “Took a few months a few years back to see what I could. I felt restless back home, and Luffy wasn’t quite ready to head for the Grand Line. I wound up here, hungry and broke. I feel bad for the waiter, if I’m honest. He was…charming, and easy on the eyes.”

Nami smirked, a quick laugh passing through her nose. “Well then, maybe he’s still working here.” She walked over to the host and pulled some Berry from her pouch. “Excuse those two, they’re idiots.”

“Nami!” You were floored. Had she not been listening when you said you had dined and dashed?

“Relax, you said it yourself, it’s been years.” 

You groaned as you followed the group to the table, seating yourself between Nami and Zoro, trying to vanish into the booth. 

“Are you okay?” Luffy asked, not quite sure what to make of your antics but concerned none the less. 

You kicked Nami in the shin under the table as she opened her mouth.

“I’m fine. Just tired.” You told your brother, reluctantly sitting up. 

There was a shout a ways away, toward the entrance to the kitchens. You couldn’t quite tell what was happening from your angle, but you recognized the accented voice that followed. 

“No cause for alarm folks, return to your meals.”

Your gaze fused itself to the tablecloth. 

A basket of bread was set on the table. 

“Hi, welcome to our shitty restraunt where the only thing worse than the ambiance is our food. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?”

You frowned, looking up. 

It was the same man from the last time you were here, but the charm was…missing. Odd. 

Luffy had dug into the bread with joy. “One of everything please!” 

Sanji glanced at your brother. “Anything to drink? Perhaps one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

Your eyebrows shot up. 

“Wow. Giving us the hard sell.” Nani’s voice was sarcastic and rather deadpan. 

It was like a switch had been flipped. Sanjis eyes flickered from Nami to you and seemed to linger. 

“Apologies, madames, I didn’t see you there. Would you care for an aperitif to start? We have several rare Micqueot vintages in stock. Or perhaps a glass of Umeshu? You know, something sweet for someone sweet.”

The wink that followed was obviously directed at you and you felt your cheeks warm despite the situation. You returned your gaze to the table.

“Something wrong with your eye?” Nami questioned. 

Sanji merely smiled. “Just blinded by beauty.”

You heard Nami order the both of you plain waters and the receding footsteps of your waiter. 

As soon as he was out of earshot, the boys started giggling at the obvious flip to his personality. You rolled your eyes and nudged Zoro to let you out of the booth. 

“I’mma get some air.” You muttered lamely. 

The open air bar was cooler than the dining room, you noticed as you leaned against the railing. 

“You caused me quite the bit of trouble the last time you were here. I trust you don’t plan on pulling such a stunt again?”

The blond was at your side, resting his forearms on the railing, a lit cigarett dangling from his fingertips. 

“I have berry.” 

He raised a brow, taking a drag. “And you didn’t before I take it.”

You shook your head. “Not at the time. I’m sorry about that by the way. I didn’t mean to get you into any trouble with Zeff.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” he smiled, grey blue eyes meeting yours. “Just a month’s worth of extra kitchen chores. Honestly, Zeff could have done much worse. I think, that as long as it doesn’t happen again, we’ll be alright.”

“We?”

“I trust you’ll be docked while your ship receives repairs, and I’d love a chance to get to know a lady as charming as yourself.”

You laughed. Something about him was enthralling. You couldn’t tell if it was the charm, the accent, the smile, the way his hair fell in his face, or even just the way he looked. Something about him reeled you in like a fish on a line. 

“Maybe a drink after my shift?” He asked, hopefully.

“I’d like that, Sanji.” You said with a smile. 

“Ah, and the beautiful lady blesses me with a drink. I should get back to work, I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah, I should be getting back to my brother.”

“Until later, then.”

You smiled as he walked away, back into the dining room. Maybe coming back to the Baratie was a good idea after all.

#opla sanji x reader #opla sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #opla x reader #thismothwrites

[btnclmrttn]

How they react if you send a spicy picture (OPM) (+18)

Under the assumption they have a phone imagine having to email a nude asdghdksvs

(bored and horny tbh I'll figure out the other three boys later 😭)

Saitama

💛"Wow, you have no idea what I'd do for some of that right now"💛

If he didn't turn so red in the face he could probably play it off in public if he were to open it. Has definitely cracked his screen on accident over the shock/initial embarrassment of hoping no one saw that.

Always a pleasant surprise when he's alone. He's probably bored anyway. One of the best cures he could have in those moments is "excitement". Exchanging texts and nudes gets him super jittery, and he loves the addictive anticipation.

Building up self confidence slowly, but is rather shy with returning the favor. He doesn't wanna be unfair and not send any at all, but they usually are just body shots, seldom face. Muscles like that though? It's hard to get a bad angle on a body like that

Like 2 saved in gallery max. Would just rather have the real deal, but the couple he keeps is because they're generally pleasant for him to look at. Huge sucker for panties/boxer shots. They don't have to be full nudes for him to get riled up. He can confidently return his own underwear shot as well! (fucking love me a dick print pic ughhh)

Genos

🩵"Oh you're perfect. I would love to see more of that angle"🩵

Around the public he doesn't show visible embarrassment, but he's very quick to pull up his phone. That could be the only obvious tell he's looking at something he doesn't want anyone else to see.

Full attention on you for sure if you managed to send at a time when he was alone. No matter where he is he's quick to respond, but much more detail and thought is put into responses when alone.

Always will return the favor. Has a couple of his own in his gallery if he was ever out and received one. It's only fair in his eyes! They're also never basic he makes an effort to look like the prettiest boy for you and he does a damn good job. Not only is the cyborg body cool, the way he takes pictures with angles and perspectives makes it much more sexy.

Yes he saves all of them it's taking up a huge space on his phone storage that's also photos of you in general. Doesn't really have an urge to get off to the photos or texts because it's never the same or as satisfactory, but he still likes to appreciate them because you're attractive. (Lemme throw in though that he would definitely love to get riled up to your voice/phone sex. He would end up hanging up and showing up shortly if he's over excited)

Garou

🖤"fuckkkkk just you wait till I get my hands on that"🖤

Around people he doesn't get super embarrassed, and couldn't care. Will try to keep his phone close and low key as he studies your body so no one else sees what's just for him. If it's around Bang he might have a fuss or a fumble.

Might take his time to respond, but he's definitely not ignoring you. He's taking that shit in every fine detail he can see like you're a work of art. The pauses between all his messages is just him drooling over you

He'll send back, but not the full deal. Garou can make more of a game out of the tease. Loves sending pics back of his dick print through his pants (usually sweatpants yessirrrr) to show you what you just did for him. Will progress to more skin, like his abs and hem of his boxers, until you get some real nice pictures~

He's got a couple few favorites that never fail to get him off. Any shot from an angle above you will be saved definitely. Although, he ends up not getting completely satisfied taking care of it himself with pictures/texts alone. It's a last resort kind of thing if he knows he can't see you. If he knows your wear abouts, he will just show up.

#opm #one punch man #opm x reader #saitama #saitama x reader #saitama hcs #genos #genos x reader #genos hcs #garou #garou x reader #garou hcs #saitama/reader #genos/reader #garou/reader #garou n/sfw #genos n/sfw #saitama n/sfw

[propertyofkirishima]

Cookies and Milk

Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

a/n: this is quite possibly the sluttiest thing i’ve ever wrote. reader and kiri are in college. includes: daddy kink, size kink, manhandling, some descriptions of chubby reader, etc.

also i hate spell checking so i didn’t <3

did kirishima even realize what his snapchats did to you?

you crossed your legs, squeezing together as to relieve pressure down there. you put on a brave smile, looking up into your camera. the perfect angle of your boobs and your thighs.

kirishima was in the gym like always. every day, at 8 pm, he would hit the gym with his friend bakugou. you and bakugou weren’t that close, as kirishima was the only object of your affection. you didn’t care for any other men because of how obsessed you were with kiri.

wow kiri! have your muscles gotten bigger?

you giggled as you typed out your response, hitting send after you looked over the photo. it was perfect. you weren’t stupid. you knew kirishima wanted you. and he always watched your thighs and tits, whether he realized it or not. sometimes he would subconsciously squeeze your thigh. you knew he was obsessed too.

kirishima was out of breath, panting at the machine. he had just finished another set of his lift routine. opening his snapchat, he saw your notification. no one else mattered on there but you. in fact, everyone had been left on delivered for 20 hours.

kirishima chuckled as he read your text. he smiled, flexing for the camera. his biceps were absolutely massive, practically bulging out of his skin tight black shirt. oh, not to mention your favorite kiri hairstyle: the man bun with his red bangs sticking to his forehead. he was everything you wanted and more.

you impatiently waited for his text. he was so hot and you were too horny to not stare at pictures of him sweaty. you felt yourself getting wetter as you imagined him in all different ways.

ding!

finally, his text! you squealed with delight, flopping back on your bed.

kiri baby ❤️ maybe! gotta make sure i can lift at least 3 of you ;)

you giggled, twisting your hair. kirishima knew you were insecure of yourself, but always had the perfect thing to say. he could easily lift you. slam you. hold you up against the wall.

3 of me? how much are you lifting?!

kirishima instantly opened your message. after all, this was the break in his set. there was nothing more he wanted to do than come over. he wanted to show you how strong he was. he had been wanting to show you for months. he stared at the snapstreak of 105 days. it was enough time, right? you had to like him at this point!

kiri baby ❤️ not sure how much u weigh, but i’m lifting 600

600?! you blinked. holy fuck. it did make sense, as he had been training since he was young. kirishima is the most built man you know.

you quickly snapped a photo of your head back on the pillow, with your boobs nearly spilling out of your tank top.

600?!?! it would be easy to lift me o_O

kirishima opened your snap, then replayed it. he sighed, trying not to get hard in public. his brain was full of horny thoughts as he stared at your boobs. kirishima was craving you tonight, and he wasn’t sure why. normally he can suppress his urges, but this time he needs you. so bad. he needed to play it cool though. after all, you two were friends.

kiri baby ❤️ i know :) what are you up to tonight?

you began to reply quickly. you didn’t know how much longer his break was, and you wanted to see him badly. sometimes you guys would link up after he goes to the gym. you would study together or just grab a late night snack. kirishima always wanted to feed you because he loved taking care of you.

nothing much! got most of my shit done.

kirishima knew he was almost done with his workout. he sat up, and grabbed his water bottle.

“oi, kirishima! what are you doing?!” bakugou piped up

“sorry bro, y/n is really distracting me tonight!”

bakugou rolled his eyes. “yeah shitty hair! she distracts you every night! do you want her to start coming and watching you?!”

katsuki shook his head. “not cool, bakugou.”

“yeah, whatever! i know you guys are gonna hang out after. that’s why you were snapping her!”

kirishima rolled his eyes. bakugou wasn’t even worth the response right now. kiri snapped a quick picture of his feet and water bottle.

kiri baby ❤️ i’m gonna be done in an hour. wanna get a snack?

you giggled with delight. you loved seeing kirishima whenever you could.

of course i wanna get a snack ^_^ i’m so excited!

kirishima smiled at his phone. you were the cutest creature known to man.

kiri baby ❤️ okay beautiful! i’ll be at your dorm at 10

you set down your phone and immediately hopped off your bed. your roomie perked up, looking over at you.

“kirishima?” she asked

“yep!” you smiled. “need to get ready for him!”

she shook her head. “he doesn’t care what you look like. we’ve seen the way he stares at you, y/n”

“ohhh, but i love getting ready! it makes it more fun. kirishima needs to know how hot i am!”

you giggled, sitting at your vanity. you turned the bright white lights on and opened your makeup bag. you decided on a natural look, but still wanted to look glowy and flawless.

after your makeup, you put on a mini skirt and cropped sweatshirt with your college logo. a little to tease, but not too much skin showing. you quickly gathered essentials in your purse and threw on some thigh highs and sneakers.

“what do you think?!” you asked your roomie

“beautiful as always!” she replied

“yay!” you exclaimed

you opened your phone to see kiri had texted you that he was on his way. “gotta go!”

“stay safe!” she said

you slammed the door shut behind you and giggled. you loved seeing kiri. it was your favorite part of every week. you rushed down the stairs, panting and breathless by the time you got to the lobby.

opening the doors, you saw kirishima standing by the entrance. you smiled and waved as soon as he noticed you.

kirishima’s hair was still wet from his shower. but now he wore loose fitting gray sweatpants and a black tank top. his gym bag was with bakugou, who begrudgingly allowed him to leave it with him.

kirishima opened his arms for a hug, which you bounded into. you put your face near his heart and breathed in the clean smells. burying your head, you nudged him like a little dog.

“hi pretty girl. where are we going tonight?” he asked

you wrapped your arms around him, staring up into his eyes. kirishima was so perfect. “i dunno!”

kirishima chuckled. “cookies and then we can go back to my place?”

you finally let go, only to grab onto his arm. you were a little clingy, but he didn’t mind. he loved being your big protector.

“yay! let’s do it!”

kirishima loved your enthusiasm. he loved the size difference too. i mean after all, he was a big man. not only were his biceps the size of your face nearly, but he was also over 6’4. you were lucky to have caught his attention after years of him being your campus crush. when you’d see him, he’d smile at you, and you’d smile back.

it wasn’t until a party that the two of you met. you were a champion in beer pong. so much that a photo of you hangs in some frat on campus to signify who the champion of the year is. unfortunately, kirishima was paired against you. he lost to you and your unhinged roomie.

but he didn’t care. he loved watching you win. the way you jumped up and down and giggled. after the game was over, the two of you went outside to talk on a shitty couch. you couldn’t imagine the things that were done on it, so you tried not to think at all.

admittedly, you were tipsy. and so was kirishima.

“you’re cute.” he says

“thank you!” you replied back, too scared to admit he was your campus crush. “you aren’t so bad yourself…but you suck at beer pong!”

kirishima smiled at the memory. the two of you walked through the desolate campus, under the moonlit sky. there was no better way to spend his nights than by your side.

“how was the gym kiri?” you ask politely

“it was great. you know, we should work out sometime together!” he says

you raised your eyebrows. “i don’t lift, i do my pilates and treadmill workout. and plus your bakubro is a bakuasshole.”

kirishima laughed. “you’re so sassy, y/n!”

“yeah i am. always have been always will be.” you crossed your arms at him.

kirishima shook his head. “oh c’mon pretty girl. you know you wanna hold my arm.”

“yeah, i do.” you smiled, grabbing back onto him. “i like walking with you like this.”

the two of you arrived at the cookie place. they already knew exactly what you wanted. you and kirishima would always order the same box of cookies, as it was directly across from his dorm.

you rushed back into his room so you could eat the cookies while they were still hot. kirishima got out cups and milk from his mini fridge. you turned on the tv and got comfy below the blankets in his bed. as he turned around, kirishima only fell more in love with you.

his cute little girl, all bundled up. kirishima smiled and set down your drinks and cookies on the table beside his bed. he sat next to you, caressing your head and hair.

“i wish we could have a sleepover.” he admits

you smiled and leaned into his touch. “me too, kiri baby.”

you sat up and gestured for cookies. kiri smiled and opened the box and handed you your favorite. you leaned your head on his shoulder and turned up the tv.

you and kirishima mindlessly watched the tv and finished your cookies. once they were done, you stood up and cleared everything away. kirishima watched you bend over to put the milk back and saw your panties.

fuck.

he couldn’t turn away from it. they were just so adorable. silk and pink.

you turned around, putting your hand on your hip. “kiri, are you staring at me?”

“no!” he exclaimed, ashamed of his horny thoughts. “i wouldn’t do that!”

you giggled. “mhm.”

kirishima’s face burned hot. you got back into bed with him, cuddling into his side. he was hot to the touch. it nearly made you break out into a sweat.

“kiri, you’re so warm. you should take your shirt off.”

you giggled up at him as his face morphed into shock. he blinked down at you. “seriously?”

“yeah, duh!” you exclaimed.

you felt rather bold tonight. you climbed up on his lap and pulled at the ends of his shirt. “i wanna see. can you show me kiri?”

you pouted at him. kirishima was already hard. you could feel him against your thigh. you made sure not to sit directly on top of him.

“princess, you’re crazy.” he replied. “but i always give you what you want, don’t i?”

“that’s why i’m your princess, stupid.”

“you wanna help me take it off?” he asked

the two of you gazed into each others eyes. an uncontrollable cloud of lust shrouded you. your hands gripped the ends of his shirt. he watched as you pulled carefully and slowly.

what you revealed was the body of an olympian god. you nearly foamed at the mouth as you saw what he had to offer. his v-line was so prominent. and his little happy trail. you had never been so horny in your life.

“k-kiri…i can’t hold myself back anymore,” you whined. “you were so mean at the gym today.”

kiri pretended to pout at you and ran his thumb down your cheek. “you poor princess,”

you were so desperate for dick. your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing. you needed something- anything.

“please don’t tease me anymore kiri, i really wanna feel you!” you whined

“well then pretty girl, you’re gonna need to leave those panties with me.” he said. “and take off that skirt.”

you swiftly got up from the bed and turned around to change. you bent over, giving him the perfect view of your ass. he watched as you dragged your panties down, exposing your pussy lips. kirishima audibly groaned, touching his dick through his pants.

his heart raced as you unbuttoned your skirt. it fell from your legs, opening a whole new world for kiri to see. your pretty, supple thighs. you held onto your panties, turning around to look at him.

“k-kiri, i feel embarrassed!” you whined. “i don’t really like showing anyone my body like this…”

kirishima smiled, grabbing your hips. he sat you back down where you were before. “you’re my princess. my perfect little princess. and i wouldn’t have you any other way. now hand me those panties.”

you held out your hand for him. he held them up to his nose, sniffing while his eyes rolled back. “mm fuck, gonna need to taste that.”

he put the panties on his bedside table. you had a feeling you wouldn’t be getting those back.

“kiri, that was so pervy of you!”

“god i know, but that’s just what you do to me, princess. i turn into a fucking weirdo for you. i’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

he inhaled deeply, gripping at your hips. you already stained his sweatpants. he could smell you in the air and feel your wetness seep through.

“like fuck, i need you to grind on me before i do something crazy.” he admitted. “i just get all these uncontrollable urges with you.”

you scooted up on his pants and to his dick. “i do too kiri. i think we just need to fuck it all out. i have the most nastiest thoughts of you humanly possible.”

you grinded against him. he grunted as he felt your pussy lips drag up and down.

“i’m so glad we are finally being honest, princess. i can’t control my feelings for you anymore. i fuckin love teasing you at the gym. i just love thinking about how horny you get baby.”

you whined in his ear as you found the perfect spot. kiri had his hands on your hips, guiding you back and forth. the two of you dry humped each other, and it was disgustingly amazing.

“no no kiri, you don’t understand!” you exclaimed. “when you send me pictures in the gym i get fucking sinful.”

kirishima chuckled. “yeah pretty princess? what do you think about?”

you cried out as he jerked into you. you pulled his sweatpants down so as to be able to grind on him directly. it felt so much better. the two of you moaned as you hit each others spots.

“fuck, what do i not think about?! you’re so big and strong kiri. i just need you to throw me around and fuck me until i can’t think.”

“why didn’t you just say so?”

kirishima flipped you over so that you were below him. he took off his sweatpants and pinned your arms on his headboard. you cried out as he gripped your wrists.

“like this princess? you wanna be treated like this?” he asked

you nodded your head quickly. “y-yes kiri!”

he dragged you up so that he could take your hoodie off. ripping the material from your skin, he had no mercy for you. he slammed you back down on the bed, so much so that it shook. you moaned, loving being manhandled.

“fuck princess, we coulda been doin this every night if you were just a little more honest with me.”

“god i really regret it kiri! you don’t know how bad i need this every week and every night.”

kirishima chuckled. he loved looking at your naked body, fully presented just for him. he ran his hands from your stomach to your thighs.

“need what, pretty girl?”

you wanted to scream. you grabbed his hands. “need something inside, kiri! please!”

oh fuck. you were so desperate. kiri thought it was adorable how you tried to assert dominance. it was so easy for him to overpower you. he was charmed by the way you held his wrists, thinking you could stop him.

“yeah baby? your poor fuckin thing. this pussy must be crying for me. need me to feel those wet insides, precious?”

you put your legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. kiri inhaled the strong scent of pussy, as it was much closer to his face. he looked down to see that his bed was covered in your juices.

“fuckin hell, princess. look what you did to my bed.”

but you didn’t want to look. you wanted kiri to finger you or shove his dick inside.

“i’m sorry kiri! i’m really sorry! i’ll help you clean up, i promise!”

kiri had so much control over you. his fingers crept up your thigh slowly. he began to touch your lips. you cried out. he was going so slow.

“i know you will, my perfect little princess. but you wanna do something else right now, don’t you? you need me inside you, right?”

you nearly screamed as he finally inserted one finger.

“daddy! daddy i need more!”

daddy? kirishima was gonna have a hard time controlling himself. “you like calling me daddy? fuck princess, you really are so dirty.”

he rammed his finger inside, up to your guts. you were screaming with just one. he couldn’t imagine more than three inside.

“yes daddy! i’m a dirty girl! please, please, i need another so bad!”

kirishima gave you what he want. he always did and always will. adding another finger, you only got wetter. he could hear your pussy as he went in and out. his whole hand was covered in it, and he could feel it drip down his arm.

“fuck princess, you’re so fuckin wet for daddy. listen to you, pathetic little girl. you hear how wet that pussy is? those little moans and whines? well shit, who are we kidding. you’re screaming on my fingers!”

your mouth was open, slack jawed. it felt so good. you could hardly focus on anything else. kirishima humiliated you in the sweetest way possible. he only made things worse.

“i’m sorry for being a messy girl daddy! i’m sorry i’m so loud!”

kirishima loved making you embarrassed. your cheeks were red, with little tears building up in your eyes. you opened your eyes, watching kirishima’s face of focus as he rammed into you.

“it’s okay perfect princess. you need to feel good, don’t you? i know how mean i was, teasing you like that in the gym.”

“so mean daddy!” tears broke free from your eyes. you were lost in this world of lust. there was nothing you could do but feel it out. you were completely gone. not thinking of future consequences nor the embarrassment of yourself.

“god it’s all worth it. all these months.” he sighed

you cried even more as he added another finger. he was splitting you open one by one. “i need more daddy! i need your cock, please! fingers aren’t enough!”

“no baby, they aren’t are they? you need daddy’s dick in that wet pussy, don’t you? don’t worry little one, i’ll fuckin ruin that pussy.“

kirishima finally took off his boxers. you gasped at the size. it was so big. you almost weren’t sure you’d be able to take it.

“please be gentle sir!”

“oh my precious princess, how sweet you cry.”

he slowly put his bulbous head inside. you moaned with delight, grabbing onto his arm. kirishima took that as a sign to keep pushing in. slowly, you were filled to the brim with his cock. you felt his tip poke your insides, moaning at the feeling.

“please daddy, please fuck me!”

kirishima nearly lost all control with the first stroke. in out in out. he tried to stay calm, but you only pushed back into him. you wanted it hard and fast, he could tell.

“not hard enough! need it sooo hard!!”

you were absolutely delirious. you closed your eyes and left your mouth open wide. kirishima watched saliva spill out as he fucked into you harder.

“yeah daddy! yeah! just like that!”

he gripped your legs, shoving his cock into your pussy. he abused your g-spot and made you scream.

“you’re only gonna want my cock coz of how good i fuck you. gonna be obsessed with me and need this cock.”

you nodded your head, focusing on how fast his pace was.

“gonna do that homework and sit on this cock. rock back and forth on those shit chairs and break em just for more of my dick.”

you giggled as he kept going. your tongue lolled out of your moth as you lost control of all senses. all you could think about was his cock. and he was right, you’d break a chair just for a good fuck.

“gonna be at the gym, sitting on this cock as i work out. riding up and down without a care of who sees. i’ll fuckin ruin all your gym clothes with cum and rip those leggings.”

“oh my god daddy!” you screamed, gripping his shoulders. he was so hot, imaging everything out loud.

“gonna be in the shower, with you still on my cock. bent over on the floor so i can fuck into your pussy.”

“yes daddy! i wanna get fucked everywhere sir!”

“gonna need it all the time, always clinging to me, right princess?”

kirishima loved that pathetic face. your makeup was absolutely ruined. tears and saliva went down your face, to your neck, then the bed. it was a mix of mascara, spit, pussy, and your adorable cries. your mouth was wide open, finally opening your eyes.

“yes daddy! i‘ll be like your personal fuck doll!”

kirishima chuckled. he smacked you on your ass. you screamed and pushed up into his cock again. you could only feel the slam of his dick, no other feelings but that.

“yeah you fuckin will, perfect princess. you’ll be a little toy for daddy, won’t ya?”

“uh huh! yes sir!” you agreed

you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. kirishima watched your face contort into ecstasy. he only felt himself get closer.

“daddy! i’m cumming!”

you rode your high, screaming as he finished inside. you couldn’t even care as you watched the cum drip down your thighs, leaking out onto the bed. he still kept himself inside, buried as much as possible.

kirishima collapsed on top of you, sweat sticking to both of your bodies. “fuck y/n! i’m so sorry for cumming inside- i didn’t even ask-“

“no, it’s okay. don’t even worry your big head about that.” you said softly

“you sure?” he replied

“mhm, you can stay inside pretty boy.”

kirishima laid his head on your boobs. he squished them closer to his mouth, kissing them. you giggled as he buried himself between your tits.

“my little baby.” you teased softly. “not so big and strong anymore, huh?”

kiri didn’t even care in the slightest. he loved squishy cuddles from you. “i love boobies.”

you absolutely giggled. “kiri! you’re a bad boy!”

kiri squished your tits so that they would touch each cheek. “mmmf…don’t care. you are my squishy girlfriend.”

“girlfriend, huh?” you beamed

kiri kissed your forehead. “of course princess. we just fucked like literal animals.”

the two of you giggled, slowing your breathing and relaxing. the movie from earlier was still playing, causing you to feel extra drowsy.

“kiri, i’m sleepy.” you said softly

“that’s okay baby, the RA owes me a favor. you close those pretty eyes.”

you smiled, still feeling his dick twitch inside. you knew tomorrow was gonna be just as good as the night. “okie kiri…”

kiri watched you drift to sleep, kissing you softly all around your face. he was so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you.

“goodnight precious girl.”

#kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #mha kirishima #bnha kirishima #bnha eijiro kirishima #eijirou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x you #kirishima smut #kirishima fluff #kirishima x y/n #kirishima x reader smut #kirishima x y/n smut #college kirishima #mha college au #bnha college au

[emsgoodthinkin]

Shy my ass | steve harrington x f!reader

wow, staring at him now I never noticed before just how perfect it is. I mean sure yeah eveything about him is perfect i love all of him but, his nose oh wow, his nose how I could just—

‘you alright’?

‘huh? yes why is something wrong?’

‘nothings wrong pretty, you just zoned out for a bit’

‘oh! I’m alright must be the..weather?’ you wince at that poor lie. it never worked in movies why would it work now

‘well, if you’re sure baby. he kisses you with those plush lips and you leaned in to get a deeper feeling of them; maybe for a closer feeling for his nose against your face also

‘mm,eager?’

‘oh my, I-sorry’—

‘It’s okay I liked it baby’ he pecks you one more time

‘now as i was saying; robin was gushing all over about how Jenny at the mall asked her—

I swear I’m not being rude he’s not boring in any way but..the way he scrunches his nose when he smiles telling a story, the bridge curves just right for me rub my clit on—

‘y/n!?’

‘what!? sorry!’

‘you’re not looking into my eyes when I’m talking, you keep looking at my nose; why?’

Crap crap crap—

‘shy girl tell me what’s on your mind’

‘I um- well I just think it’s pretty to look at is all’ you whisper

He pulls your face closer to his to look into his eyes. ‘ what’s pretty about my nose sweetness?’

You turn beet-red which didn’t go unnoticed while he places you on his lap

‘shy girl, why do you like my nose so much hm? you know I’ll get the answer outta ya one way or another’

you squirm. you aren’t good at eye contact you never were. he knows how it makes you nervous but; he knows deep down how wet it actually gets you.

‘I t-told you I think it’s pretty and there’s little freckles on it…and..’

‘..anddd?’

‘And- and I feel like it would um-feel goodtositon— you rush out that last part in a whisper

he says nothing but licks his lips and pouts saying ‘you wanna rub that pretty little clit of yours on my big nose baby?’

your eyes not meeting his anymore

‘uh,uh look at me and tell me..is that what you want?’

‘yess it’s what I want stevie.’ you stare back at him lips trembling. He can’t stand looking that shy pout of yours as he shoves his lips onto yours slipping his tongue into your mouth making you moan.

‘cmon baby, stand up for sec’ you allow space for him to rip his shirt off and your already soaked lavender panties off as he lays flat.

‘come sit on my face baby, let daddy take care of you dirty girl’

‘Im not’ you blush hard under his gaze. it’s not that you didn’t like his degradation, it’s that you’re so sheltered with such whore undertones only Steve has discovered.

Climbing on top; he can already smell your arousal making his cock grow harder but he can take care of himself later. He’s determined to watch his baby girl dive into her little fantasy of hers.

His strong arms making your thighs callapse on top of his face he seems more eager than you already—

‘it’s okay baby, ride my nose baby just like you wanted make yourself feel good’

still feeling shy under his gaze he helps you out a little bit giving you some kitten licks; with some airy gasps—

‘steve oh-ohh oh my goodness oh my goodness yes mm—

‘that’s it baby just enjoy the feeling I got you’

grinding a little bit in circles now he helps angle your hips so now your clit is directly on the bulbuls tip of his nose

‘oh fuck yes yes FUCK Steve!!’

‘that’s it keep going baby’

Steve knows when you get warmed up enough when y’all have sex you’ll really let yourself go of that shy girl persona ; and once it starts it’s like you’re a completely different person.

Gripping his hair like it’s a saddle your nails dig in his scalp like razor blades you hump, fuck, and grind all over his nose

—‘fuck goddamnit Stevie I ca-cant shit feels so good—‘

‘look at you’ he says growling and scoffing -fucking my face but everyone’s sees you as an angel don’t they?’

‘ I am jeez— YES YES RIGHT THERE ; you’re yanking his head back and forth his hands digging in your ass occasionally, his tongue peaks out to tease you it’s all exhausting in the best way

‘you smell so fucking good baby cmon, I can feel your filthy hole clenching on my nose baby fucking hump my face baby fucking cum on it— you got it—‘

drooling, surprised your hips aren’t broken by how fast your circling your whole bottom basically on his face he can even get a whiff of your ass, he needs to pull his cock out ; he needs to cum with you. and hard too.

‘—daddy— stevie please your nose so good fuck’

‘cum baby’ he says squeezing his balls so he can make more pressure rise into his leaky red tip, jerking and fuckkng his fist at the same pace your grinding his nose—

‘shiitt, baby thats it yeah fuck this pretty cunts so G-GOOD baby gonna cum for me? yea?’

‘yes please please close fuck—gunna—

his face soaked more than a pancake with syrup; thighs on fire, clit swelling , and twitching as you cum on his nose nearly even in his eyes; he’s spilling on his soft tummy with a few large grunts and sighs

too weak to climb back off he slides your body off with his not so weak arm gazing. fucked out face, and her staring back in horror at his face looking as if she painted him with a hot glue gun—

‘don’t even apologize I plan on licking all of this off my face’ he says while swiping his forehead with his finger and sucking it

‘wait—‘

she sits up leans forward

‘what are you—‘

she starts sucking his nose like its her own personal ring pop . steves eyes widen from the confidence ; getting her own flavors off while making herself all wet again just from the act. she won’t tell him that though.

‘you’re actually the devil in disguise’

‘hey! no he’s scary can I be something cuter?’ she pouts

He chuckles to himself in amazement and admiration. This shy girl was so- scratch that.— Yeah right.

Shy my ass.

reblogs appreciated :>

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x innocent reader #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x shy!reader #big noses #steve harrington one shot

[stars4ni]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing into the new year

pairing — bsf chan x gn reader ! 🖤

word count — 611

warnings — drinking, cussing, kissing, mention of sex.

genre — slight suggestive, friends to lovers, first kiss.

notes — happy new year loves! currently gushing over chris and i thought you guys would love a new years imagine <3 also needed to cope with being around couples during the holidays:( hope your new year starts off well!

it was 5 minutes until 12. you were having a great night with your friends and especially your best friend chan. he was sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulder. you and your group of friends were at a big party, sitting in the backyard, you honestly didn’t even know who’s house it was. so many fucking people were here, but you were having fun. you looked over at him taking a sip of his wine, you stared at his face. he looked so perfect under the moonlight. so beautiful. “you want some?” he asked. “hmm?” you were startled and confused on what his pretty lips were asking. “do you want some of my wine?” he asked. “oh yeah sure” you said smiling taking the cup from him taking a sip. “ahh ew” you coughed. “this is why i don’t drink, that’s fucking disgusting” you said then took a sip of your soda. chan laughed, “you are so adorable haha” you blushed from his comment. “shut up” you said as you played with the grass that was beneath you.

you two were sitting away from the others, they were very loud and very drunk. you both wanted to be somewhere calm. you looked over at him, he was already looking at you. “i can’t believe it’s almost 2024, this year has felt so long but also so fast” you said. “i know, it’s weird…how many minutes is left till midnight-” he took out his phone from his pocket. “oh! it’s 12 now!” he said as he looked at you. “oh haha we missed the countdown” you said as you looked over to see the group of drunks kissing their partners, you felt low. he noticed the sudden change that you showed. “what’s wrong hm? don’t have anyone to kiss?” he said as he caressed your thigh. you looked up at him, not saying anything. “well i’m here” he said as he looked you in the eyes. he grabbed your chin and pulled you closer, he stopped, smiled, and admired your face. “can i?” he asked. you nodded. he pulled you into a sweet but powerful kiss. and just like that you were kissing your best friend of 4 years. the fireworks going off in the background, with the mix of cheers and music blasting. it was perfect. he tilted his head, getting a better angle of getting into your mouth. you were so happy, finally after years of loving him you were kissing him. no you were making out with him.

practically eating each others faces by now, he placed his hands on your waist pulling you closer. kisses getting sloppier and sloppier. feeling harder to breathe, loosing your breathe. you pulled away, smiling so big. catching your breath. he smiled at you, breathing hard. “wow” you said biting your lip. “fuck this might be kinda crazy but, im in love with you. I have been for years” he said pushing his lips together anxiously. you scooted closer to him, putting your arms around his neck. “i love you too, i’m so in love with you chan, so fucking much, it’s actually crazy” you said smiling cute. “good” he smiled. kissing you again. “happy new year uh…boyfriend?” you asked. “happy new year my love” he said caressing your cheek. you blushed. “no way this is real” you laughed. “oh baby it’s 100% real” he said as he pushed you back on the grass, kissing you. “wanna take this inside?, we can find a empty room…specifically one with a bed” he smirked. “chan…of course i want to” you laughed, you took his hand as he helped you up.

#stars4ni #bang chan fic #bang chan x reader #straykids x reader #straykids imagine #chan x reader #bang chan hard thoughts #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff

[slippingkim]

Hiiii I just wanted to tell you, that you are sooooo talented keep on writing I love your writing style ❤️

I also wanted to ask you,if you can write a short fic about Jungwon and reverse cowgirl.I read your public sex fic about him and I just thought that sub Jungwon would looove to see his s/o‘s ass bounce everytime she rides him🫣😵‍💫(he‘s too shy to tell her though)

Ly and can I please be 🧡 anon??

tysmm ily2 😖 ofc and welcome 🧡 anon <3

▻ mirror sex with wonnie

nsfw/mdni ~ cw: smut, unprotected sex

domgfreader x subbfjw

You and won did some renovating in you two’s apartment room and moved the bed in front of your double door mirror-closet but you didn’t seem to notice the change when it came to sex. One day after you got done showering hornywon called you over to flirt with you. “Drop the towel y/n~” he cooed still not noticing the large mirror behind you, he continues to tug on your towel with a pouty face until you eventually give in and drop it and wrap your arms around wonnies shoulders. His eyes widen at the sight of your plum ass reflecting in the mirror, even though you just got done showering he pulls your naked body up on his lap where you give him a “seriously..” glare you start to get down and off of wons lap until he gives you his best puppy eyes and needy “…pleaseeee” you can’t help but give into his plea and begin helping won unzip his trousers as you see wons bulge pop out of his pants like a balloon. You get into reverse cow-girl position on his lap once again and and sit on his hard cock while starting to bounce up and down while won watches hungrily in the mirror, his eyes glued to your slightly jiggling ass on his cock. His grip on your lower hips tighter than ever before they’ll definitely have red marks on them after. The mix of your whimpers in his ear and the sight of your cute round ass in the mirror innocently bouncing causes won to suddenly stand up and take you closer to the mirror to watch your ass closer with an amazed expression like a virgin given he’s never seen the angle of you before his eyebrows raising all the way up when he watches his veiny cock peaking out of your pussy. After a while of watching your ass he absentmindedly cums filling you up, your yelp from the sensation is the only reason he snapped out of his trance while watching your ass. “wow..” he whispers to himself, he’ll definitely be making you jerk him off in the mirror when he gets the chance next.

a/n: this was so rushed idk if I like it or not 🥲

#eva’s 🧡 anon ~ #engene #enhypen #enhypen fic #enha fanfic #enhypen ships #enhypen smut #enhypen engene #enhypen hard hours #enha jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon headcanons #jungwon smut #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon hard hours #jungwon x y/n #jungwon fic #jungwon

[neiveel3llson]

Apple-Tinted Cheeks

Lucifer Magne x Afab! Reader≈ ` °

CW: Smut, use of strap, therefore afab!reader, Sub!Luci, Dom!reader, markings, darcryphilia, blood, use of master, no pronouns used, aftercare, begging, degredation, please inform me if I missed any!♡

Whimpers erupt from underneath your fast-moving frame as his eyeshadow runs down his apple-tinted cheeks, the makeup mixing with his oh so pretty tears, dropping onto the previously while pillow beneath him.

His backside is high in the air, his flushed, wet face stuffed into the soaked pillow beneath him, your strap relentlessly pounding into him. You hold his black wrists, pulling his ass irresistibly close to you, your hips hitting his already red backside while the pink, plastic cock stretches him out in a loving, perhaps, display of dominance and care.

"Oh- Ah! Hurts so- mmng- good, Master!" He keens pathetically, lustfully, his hands clawing into your own wrists while you keep your iron grip on his, refusing to let go even as blood trickles from his claws. You continue your brutal pace of punding into him, his own cock agonisingly hard against his stomach, cum already dripping down it and onto his plush pillow from his previous release, only mere minutes ago despite the fluttering feeling re-entering his stomach.

"Oh, I know, doing so, so well for me~" You slur seductively, leaning down so your bare chest is flush with his sweaty back. You lean down further, licking the bruises and crimson marking left on his porcelain skin. This was perfect. The King of Hell himself whimpering under you in a puddle of pillows and tears, his red ass claimed by your lust and your strap. The only thing that would make this better would be to have a clear view of his face, not having to wonder whether his tears made it look as ruined as his petite body.

"Slo- oh- ow down! Please! Ah!" He calls in a unbridled state of subspace, inching closer to the edge, his finish, with every swift thrist of the plastic cock, but he deserved this. After all, it was him who couldn't help himself from kissing your neck, who couldn't help himself from arching into your touch all day, teasing you while knowing you couldn't do jack shit. He knew what he was doing, ergo, this was a fit punishment.

"Do you not think you deserve this? After all you've done today, filthy slut." You degrade him, pushing his back even further down, getting an impossibility increadable angle to thrust into him, while also getting an increase in whines and gargled pleas. You could see the eyeshadow stains on the pillow, you could see his red ass, the scratches on his back, the bites and bruises on his shoulder and inner thighs. You saw everything, how ruined he was, and the fact that you caused this? Wow.

"No! I've- mmng- I've been go- od, ma- ah- ster!" He croaks out from the pillow, his voice nearly as ruined and used as his small body from copious amounts of moaning and screaming. It was hard to believe he truly thought he was good, by how bad and desperate he was acting lately, but something about the way he oleaded with you, begged you to believe he had no malice behind those pretty words, made you believe him.

You have no reply, simply watching in a state of pay per view as you absentmindedly ram your plastic cock into his gaping ass, his backside desperately trying to arch back and hump the silicone genital. His breath picked up substantially as you release his wrists, watching him immidietly sink his black claws into the sheets of the bed, ripping them in lustful ignorance. A pool of not only tears, but cum soon builds under him from his last release, only preparing him for the next release.

"Do you- do you deserve to cum?" You breathe out finally, your vision becoming hazy with heat and fatigue, the musk and warmth of sex lingering in the master bedroom. The bed rocked with each increasingly lazy thrust, Lucifer beginning to arch into the strap even more to keep the pleasure at it's highest, pushing his face into his pillow before turning to to the side, looking at you from the corner of his eye while you observe one half of his ruined face.

"Mmng! Yes! Plea- ah- se! Let me cum, Master!" He practically screeches, keening at your hips coming into contact with his backside, eyes rolling into the back of his head, despite you hardly doing anything anymore. Oh, how much he loved your approval. He'd rut into your leg, finishing on your boot and licking off his own cum as long as you permitted him to, the high and mighty King of Hell falling once more, now, into your clutch.

You simply nod at him, immidietly hearing him scream out 'master' as he finishes for a final time, his body falling limp.ahainst the leg and yours following soon.

Panting slightly, you get up, pulling out of him and shushing him gently as he let's out a whine over oversrimulation. You take off the strap, throwing it somewhere in the pongy room before leaning down once again, trailing kisses from Luci's cheek all the way down to his stomach, hearing him chuckle weakly.

"So, so good for me, baby.." You murmur against his sweaty chest, rubbing his back while slowly flipping him over.

"Shower?" You ask, to which he meekly shakes his head. Sighing, you reach down to the side of the bed, picking up a random discarded piece of clothing and wiping off his stomach and thighs, kissing the rosy apples of his cheeks gently with each wipe. He quickly falls asleep, mumbling something about 'goodnight, darling' before he does, leaving your grip and falling into the just as gentle arms of sleep, smiling as he dreams of you.

• . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° • . . • ° ° •

RUFF RUFF, ARRSHDJDJWNF

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[petricorah]

Zukka Week Day 5—Tending Wounds

“You don’t have to do this.”

They were sitting in the ambassador’s quarters. Well, Sokka was sitting. Zuko was kneeling in front of him, wrapping his injured knee with a soft touch that made Sokka's heart sputter in his ribcage.

Sometimes, it was hard to believe. Sokka remembered when this man chased them all the way across the world trying to burn them to ash, and now those same hands were dressing his wounds.

And Zuko had other responsibilities, better things to do than be here, with him. Sokka was fine. His life wasn’t in danger, he was good. It was just an old injury exacerbated by a fight.

“Seriously,” Sokka said. “You really don’t.”

“I know,” Zuko said.

He moved Sokka’s leg to get a better angle, and Sokka sucked in air through his teeth.

“Apologies."

Sokka shook his head, jaw clenched in pain. “Not your fault. It’s just stiff.” He looked away, and quickly strung along his next sentence. “I’ve kinda…been skipping my exercises.”

Zuko glared up.

“They hurt!” he said.

“That’s the point,” Zuko said crossly. “That's how it gets better.”

Zuko’s thumb smoothed over the bandages, and Sokka’s heart lurched in his chest, a blush scraping over his cheeks.

“You really don’t have to do more,” he prattled out. “It feels better, now, really—”

“Sokka,” he said in a stern voice. It was the one Sokka heard in meetings, the one that stopped his advisors completely. “I said I would do it, and I meant it.”

Sokka closed his mouth, and Zuko kept going until he had used up all the bandages.

“Can I…try something?” Zuko said.

Sokka raised an eyebrow. “…What?”

“Ever since you injured your knee the first time, re-injuring it has been easier. But this time seems really…bad. Like, worse than the other times. It’s been a week and a half and you still can barely use it. You’re weaker.”

“Wow,” Sokka said dourly. “That sure is helpful. Keep it up.”

“No,” Zuko said quickly, shaking his head. “That’s not…I always say the wrong thing. Especially around…you, but that’s not what I meant.” He huffed, looking to the side, bangs falling into his eyes. “It’s just…your knee is worse because Katara’s not here, right? When she’s around, she can do her healing bending, but when she’s gone, it has to heal naturally. But I…I can help. I think.”

“Look, I appreciate it, but I don’t think the pain is going to go away if you set my leg on fire.”

“That’s not what I’m going to do!” he snapped. “I practiced,” he said. “Uncle was correct, about bending becoming stronger when you use tactics from other elements. So I went to the Northern Water tribe, and asked the healers to…teach me.”

Sokka snorted, waving his hand. “What, with that classroom of six year olds?”

Zuko stared at him sincerely. “Yes.”

Sokka blinked. Oh.

“It’s not the same as what Katara does, but I think it could still help.”

Sokka narrowed his eyes. “When did you even do that?”

“After you hurt it for the first time.” Zuko wasn’t quite looking at him, making himself busy with straightening the bandages, even though they were already perfect. “But Katara had it handled, so I never mentioned it.”

Sokka stared at him. “Oh,” he said softly. “Sure, then.”

Zuko perked up, a smile flashing across his features. “Good,” he said. “I’ve been practicing on people in the palace and after I host training,” he said. “And I only burned one person.”

“W-what?” Sokka drew his shoulders up.  

“I’m joking,” he said blankly.  

Sokka used his good leg to kick Zuko on the side, making him chuckle.

“It’ll work,” Zuko said. The eagerness was apparent in his tone. “Heat increases blood flow and helps tense muscles. It will also help with flexibility and pain.”

Sokka could barely hear him explaining it. He was just enamored in how he looked. Whenever Zuko got excited and let his emotions show—which was a rare occurrence—a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shined. He could be surprisingly excitable when he was comfortable around someone.

“…And so if that sounds good, we’ll begin."

“Y-yeah,” he said. “Sounds great.”

Sokka watched Zuko’s hand glow a bright orange, and the light reflecting on his features. Between his fingertips, flickers of flame began to circle in the palm of his hand. The fire was a variety of colors, spinning with a bright rainbow. Even from far away, Sokka could feel the warmth on his face.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “These flames won’t hurt. Trust me.”

Sokka slowly nodded, and Zuko placed his hand against his knee.

Relief washed over him instantly, and the pain that had been stabbing into his leg for the past week slowly subsiding in waves as Zuko’s flames warmed him.

Sokka let out a slight gasp, and closed his eyes. He was afraid if he opened them, and saw the care in Zuko's expression, he would completely fall apart.

“There,” Zuko said finally, his voice a low whisper.

Sokka opened one eye.

The flames dissipated from Zuko's hand, the warm lighting vanished. He looked up at him, golden eyes still bright, and Sokka’s entire chest squeezed like Appa was laying on him. “That feel better?”

The pain was distant now, and the throbbing in his knee had faded. Even the swelling had gone down. He was able to bend it back a bit easier, even though it was still a bit stiff.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” Zuko said. He stood and brushed off his robes. Sokka didn’t miss the small smile on his lips.

“And to think,” Sokka said. “I voted to leave you to freeze to death in the snow.”

Zuko blinked. “…Well, I’m…glad you didn’t do that.”  

Sokka laughed. “Me too. For a multitude of reasons. But thank you,” he said. “Again.”

Zuko shrugged and gathered up the rest of the materials. He didn’t let Sokka help, telling him to just rest.

But he hesitated in the doorway.

“About…how this happened—”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Sokka said, shooing him with his hand. “I’m just glad you’re here to help.”

Zuko dipped his head, and left.  

Sokka’s knee was still warm from his touch. Zuko had helped, but Sokka wasn’t sure if it was because of the bending or because of…him.

Sokka leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

This was going to be a problem, wasn’t it.

/

It became a habit over the next few days. Zuko taking care of his bandages, using his hands to reduce his pain, just being there for him. And every time he touched him, it almost sent Sokka into cardiac arrest.

It was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

For the sake of his injury, of course.

Today was no different. They were outside, sitting near the turtle duck pond. Sokka’s mobility had improved enough to where he could use the crutches without much pain. He was starting to get a little stir crazy staying inside, and needed some fresh air, and thought the pond would be a good idea.

Unfortunately, in the grass, Zuko was even closer than normal. He was sitting by his side, his shoulder brushing against Sokka’s, and Sokka was finding it hard to concentrate on anything other than the faint smell of cinders in Zuko’s hair.

“Okay,” Zuko said, and with a flick of his wrist, he stopped the fire. “Is that better?”

He turned to him, and he was close.

Sokka’s face flushed, and he blinked back at him.

“Sokka,” he said. “Is that enough?”

Sokka nodded, snapping back to reality. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, it’s totally great.”

Zuko suddenly frowned, peering at him. “Were the flames really that hot?” he said. “Your face is all red and botchy.”

Sokka’s cheeks flooded, redness no doubt spreading. He was praying Zuko wouldn’t notice the blushing. It wasn’t his fault. Zuko had spent the last half hour touching him, leaning against him. How was he supposed to react?  

“I…It’s nothing.”

“Maybe I should stay,” Zuko said. “Make sure you don’t faint.”

“No,” he said. “I just…my room was cold last night. Maybe I’m just a little under the weather.”

Zuko hummed, unconvinced, and reached forward, feeling Sokka’s forehead with the back of his hand.

He was close.

Sokka’s face burned, eyes wide. “Does that…work?” he said in a frail voice. “You being a…fire bender and all.”

“I can still feel,” Zuko said. “Fire benders run hot. We don’t only feel warm things.”

“Yeah,” Sokka said. “You’re definitely hot.”

Zuko raised an eyebrow.

The blood drained from Sokka’s face. “That’s not…”

Shit. Fuck. Why is he looking at me like that?

“I should go.” He shoved up on his bad knee, scrambling to get up. Pain overwhelmed him, and he pushed through it.

“What? Sokka—”

Sokka stepped back on wobbly legs, and pain instantly shot through him. He staggered, suddenly feeling like his brain was spinning inside his skull, as his entire leg screamed in pain, and gave out.

“Sokka!”

Zuko caught him in time, his hands on his shoulders to steady him.

“Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” Sokka said, clutching Zuko’s forearms tightly. He was half bent, his head hung as the world stopped spinning and the pain receded slightly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. You can just go.”

“Go?” Zuko echoed. “You can barely stand. What is with you?” he said. “You’ve been acting weird all week. The past few days you’ve barely looked me in the eye, and every time I want to do stay and talk, you say no. I thought I was helping, but maybe I should just quit. If it’s not doing good, you should just tell me.”

“N-no,” Sokka said. He wanted to flee, but his crutches were still laying in the grass, and he was pretty sure if Zuko let go of him he would lose his balance and fall flat on his face. Not to mention the blaring pain everywhere. “It helps. It does.”

“Then what is it?” Zuko said.

Sokka didn’t answer. How could he say it? That he loved him, and it was impossible to be near him without wanting to blurt out that friendship-ruining fact?

Zuko glanced away, fringe hiding his face. He let go of him, and Sokka almost collapsed, but managed to hobble on one foot.

“Is this because you got injured because of me?”

Sokka’s blood froze, splintering inside him. What?

Zuko’s flames flickered in his hand. “I knew it.”

“No,” he whispered out. “Of course not. No. Zuko, I don’t regret that. It’s not your fault people tried to assassinate you!”

Zuko shook his head. “I knew this was a mistake. I didn’t want you to get hurt for me. You shouldn’t have done that. You should have just left—”

“I wasn’t going to leave you!” Sokka shouted. His foot was barely on the ground, just enough to steady him, but the pain in his knee was nothing compared to the panic stirring in his chest. “I’m glad I was there. I made a choice. And I would make it again, even if it meant I wasn’t standing here right now at all.”

Zuko’s head jerked back, shock rolling across his expression.

“I-is that why you’ve been helping me?” Sokka’s voice broke. “You just feel guilty?”

“Of course not,” Zuko snapped. He stepped forward angrily, the flames singing the grass under his feet. “I did it because I care about you, and I don’t like seeing you in pain. How could you think that?”

“How could you think I should leave you?”

“Because I would rather something happen to me than you, and you just said you were willing to die for me!”

They both glared at each other. Smoke curled from under Zuko’s hands, and Sokka felt like he was going to topple over.  

“Can I have my crutches?” he said, unable to think about anything clearly other than he was about to wipe out. “I’m going to fall.”

Zuko blinked, and bent to pick them up, hurrying so quickly he thrust them against Sokka’s chest enough to almost push him over.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that,” he said softly. “I’m not so injured I can’t still beat the crap out of you. I told you this wasn’t your fault, and I meant it.”

Sokka wasn’t sure if he saw glassy tears in Zuko’s eyes, or if he was imagining it. The wind pushed his hair in his face, and for a long moment, Zuko didn’t move.

“So it sounds like we’re even,” Sokka said slowly. “We both don’t want to see the other hurt. So can we just…move on from this already?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah.” He shook his head. “Come on, I’ll help you back.”

They walked slowly, Zuko's guiding hand on his back to make sure he didn’t slip.

“If I say this isn’t necessary, is that going to stop you?” Sokka said. He was trying to inject some sense of normalcy into this conversation.

“Not in the slightest,” Zuko said roughly. “...Have you been doing the exercises?”

“Yes,” he said. “Mostly. I mean…”

Zuko glared at him, fire blazing in his eyes, and Sokka held back a laugh, amusement in his eyes.

“It’s really hard to find you threatening when you’re telling me to take care of myself.”

Zuko grumbled under his breath. “Just shut up and do them.”

They stopped at his door, and Zuko let go.

“Can you make it to your bed alright?”

“Yeah,” Sokka said.

Zuko moved to leave.

“Wait!"

Zuko looked back at him, cocking his head.

“To be honest,” Sokka said slowly. “I didn’t even get it a second thought. I haven’t thought about it all week. I mean, you’ve risked your life for me countless times. We’ve been through way worse situations together, and the only reason I got injured at all was because my knee is prone to getting hurt. So I haven’t been thinking about it. And I didn’t mean to be distant. It’s just…the only thing I’ve been thinking about all week is…”

Zuko was staring at him expectantly, and Sokka felt the blush creep up on his cheeks again.

“Uh…”

Shit, he was losing his nerve. He just had to say it. Blurt it out. If Zuko rejected him, he could say he got brain damage from the fight. He just had to say it.

“What?” Zuko said.

“I’ve just been thinking about…you.” He swallowed. “And how…close you are to me.”

Zuko’s brow furrowed. “Oh,” he said. He took a clear step back, withdrawing completely. The spot where he was touching his back felt cold as he let go. “Okay—”

“No, it’s not a bad thing,” he said quickly. “It’s good. I like it. When you’re close to me.” He stared helplessly, Zuko’s blank face staring back at him. “You’re…hot,” he blurted out.

“If you’re cold, I can have the attendants bring more blankets—”

“No! You’re not…warm, you’re just.” His eyes flicked back and forth, but Zuko wasn't helping this torture at all. “I like spending time with you.”

“You’ve been distant because you…like spending time with me?”

“Yes?”

Zuko squinted. “Okay. I’m going to let you…get some rest.” He turned, and started to walk down the hallway.

“I love you!”

Zuko stopped in his tracks, his back toward Sokka.

Sokka stiffened.

“I…” 

“What did you just say?” Zuko said, still facing away from him.

“IthinkIhaveaconcussion.”

“…No,” Zuko said, turning slowly. “You just said you loved me.”

Sokka gulped. He’d gotten pretty good at reading Zuko’s features. He knew his pouty glare from his annoyed one. He knew when Zuko was truly angry, and when he was just low on sleep, and when you should run the hell away. But now, Zuko’s expression was unreadable.

“Is that…one of your jokes?”

Sokka’s shoulders dropped against the crutches. He let out a long breath. “No. It’s not.”

“You…love me?”

Sokka’s skin pricked, and he was starting to feel faint. Why couldn’t he ever just keep his mouth shut? He should have just held his damn tongue—

“I love you, too.”

“W-what?”

“I love you, Sokka.”

“You love me,” he repeated. The grin spread across his face. “You love me back?”

“Yes,” Zuko said. “I do.”

“You love me. You love me—”

He repeated it until Zuko closed the gap between them, hugging him in a warm embrace, and almost knocked them both down.

Sokka laughed, almost tripping up on the crutches.

“I can’t hold you back like this—”

But Zuko just smiled, hugging him tighter, then kissed him.

Sokka let go of the crutches, and pulled him closer.

He was sure if he fell, Zuko would catch him.

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@zukkaweek

this was my first time writing something a tiny bit longer. I hope people enjoy!

#this was all written today as i desperately tried to do it on time #i feel like it would do it more justice with more time for description pacing etc but i wanted to actually do something the correct day #i hope people still enjoy! #zukka #myfic #zukkaweek #zukka fic

[cleric4vampire]

Finally revisited my Durge playthrough again, which means confession time! And wow, despite the fact that I've watched this scene a thousand times, it still hits so hard.

I know people have spoken about this scene at length, but look, I have freecam now and being able to study Astarion's expression beyond the standard angle has made his feelings and behavior here feel particularly more poignant for me.

Especially here, because the camera is typically focused on the hands at this part, and you can only see his profile right at the end. Even then, a lot of the significance is lost in the moment; it all plays out in seconds, after all.

He wordlessly asks for your hand, initiating an emotionally tender act. Not only is that something he hasn't had the luxury of doing in a very long time, but also something that he hasn't been the recipient of in just as many years. He's expressed that physical closeness can bring up feelings of disgust and loathing, and yet - he wants this, and he's showing you just how much.

But look at his expression here. It's vulnerable, crestfallen. To me, it looks as though he doesn't believe for a moment that you will take it. His sense of self-worth is meager. When you tell him you care about him, he asks for reassurance. He doesn't believe that he has value beyond what his body can provide — sexual pleasure — and this is decidely not that. This kind of touch serves no purpose but connection. And how much of that can he even offer, confused and broken as he is?

But then you take his hand.

His eyes are bright with recognition. Shining with emotion. He doesn't understand yet, not truly, why you are the way you are. But you have a tendency of casting aside the doubt that always threatens to engulf him. He doesn't know what's in store for the two of you, but there's something sprouting in his chest that feels an awful lot like hope.

Ending this with a bit of writing that by Seán O'Casey that I feel is especially fitting for this relationship (going both ways!):

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

#astarion meta #astarion #using durge tags because that's the character and relationship depicted here though ofc it's fitting for tav as well #durgestarion #astarion x durge #durge #bg3 #astarion x durge!aune #oc: durge!aune #I have SO much more I want to say about this relationship. specifically between astarion and aune as people who are #both touch-averse and sex-repulsed to *varying* degrees. I've made 'touch' - especially that of the hands - into a huge symbol of their #relationship to each other and with themselves #aaAARRGghhhh thoughts thoughts thoughts

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Matchmaker Draconia (Lilia)

Inspired by this

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Tall! Lilia referenced because Lilia should be allowed to change forms at will like the Bat King he is.

— ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

"Wait, for real? Lemme see!"

Malleus angles the book so the Child of Man can see the picture. He has to admit, the picture is very flattering. He hasn't seen Lilia's other form (the Tall Form, as Silver calls it) in a long time, but it's hard not to recognize the man. Sure, the hair is much longer, and his features are much sharper, but his eyes are still the same dark pinkish red, and his smile still holds the same chaos loving curve.

"Damn, Mally-o, your Daddy is hot!" (Y/N) whistles, eyes wide as she takes in the image.

"... Lilia does run a bit warmer than me or Sebek, but his temperature is not too much higher than a human's."

"No– oh, God, I can't believe– Hornton, I meant, like—" she waves her hands around, trying to find the words—"he's, uh, attractive. A total DILF."

"... a total what?"

"Oh, God." she groans, a heavy blush settling on her cheeks. "DILF stands for 'Dad I'd Like to Fuck'."

Silence.

Malleus stares at her, then at the book, then at the silent walls of Ramshackle. Then back at her as it finally clicks.

"You want to bed my father?"

"Oh, God."

"I see," Malleus takes a hand to his chin, thoughts running through his mind while she hides her embarrassment with her hands. "And does your interest end there?"

"Oh, God, Hornton! Hornton, Mally, Malle-o, Mal-Mal, Horns-a-tron, please shut up," the Child of Man whines, still hiding her face.

"It's important, Child of Man. Does your interest in Lilia end in intercourse?"

"... no...?"

"No?"

"No. I... Please don't tell Lilia, I'll literally die," she asks, finally showing him her face. Once he nods, she relaxes, and he's glad she trusts him so much to do so. "I really really like him. I might even, like... love him? Maybe? I dunno, I just get really happy when I'm with him and I keep thinking about him and just seeing him makes my day..."

Wow. Malleus was not expecting a full on confession, but it is not unwelcomed. Not when he knows Lilia feels the exact same for the girl, and both Malleus and Silver—Sebek hasn't noticed yet—have been wondering what could be done to get the bat fae to confess. They both know, Malleus more than Silver, that Lilia feels unsure thanks to the different lifespans, and that he feels like he'll steal her away from greater opportunities than "an old bat" (his words).

"That's great news, Child of Man!" he exclaims, smile growing at the possibilities presenting to him. "Lilia would be delighted to hear that, you should tell him."

"Absolutely not, are you crazy?!"

Ah. Yes. (Y/N) can be just as stubborn as Lilia when she wants. It takes an entire hour of them going back and forth before Malleus finally gives up and promises—on his horns—that he won't tell Lilia that she likes him. The rest of the night goes without a hitch, and the night air is refreshing as he waves back at her, laughing when she points at her eyes with two fingers and then at him before closing the front door. Malleus lingers for a second outside, before teleporting himself to Diasomnia.

(Y/N) had prohibited magic inside Ramshackle after Ace and Grim almost burned it down. She can't physically do anything if anyone decides to ignore it, but she's so well loved and respected that everyone adheres to the rule.

Also, Lilia, in one of his rare moments of showing his true capacity, had made very clear that he'd have a talk with anyone who broke the rule.

Speaking off, Lilia is the first thing Malleus sees when he finally gets inside the dorm's living room. The bat fae is sitting on the couch with his phone and a cup of tea, as he usually is when Malleus is at Ramshackle. At first, Malleus thought he was just making sure his charge was ok—fae tend to be protective of what and who they consider theirs—, but now he knows better.

"(Y/N) says hello," he starts, taking a seat on the couch right across his mentor.

"Yeah? That sweet girl," Lilia's smile is pleased, dare he say loving, and his eyes, still glued to the screen, soften. "How is she? How was your little study date?"

No matter how many times Malleus tells him that they're not dates, Lilia seems to be determined on calling their encounters as such. If the dragon had to guess, the same inhibitors that stopped the older man's romance did not matter—in Lilia's mind—if it was Malleus.

Too bad for him that Malleus does not see his Child of Man as a romantic partner.

"She's never been better, the break Crowley gave her is doing wonders for her overall well being," the break that Lilia—and Malleus, but mostly Lilia—threatened Crowley into giving her. "Today we went over History of Magic, and her brilliant mind got us beyond the necessary material quickly."

"I'm happy to hear that~"

"There was a picture of you on one of the books."

"Oh?" Lilia perks up. He most definitely knows what picture Malleus is referring, but the young dragon says it anyways.

"A picture of your other form."

"I have many other forms."

"You know which one."

The bat laughs, childishly showing his tongue, and Malleus can only smile. No matter the form, the man's teasing and mischief loving nature always shines. No wonder he's seen as the odd one for his lively disposition when Briar Valley prides itself in it's solemnity.

"She thinks you look really good in that form," at that, Lilia places the phone on his lap and gives his charge his undivided attention. What was that expression humans use? Hook, line and sinker?

"Oh?"

"Said you are a DILF."

Silence.

Then Lilia barks the loudest laugh Malleus has ever heard from the man. It's a mix of disbelief and delight, and it shakes his tiny body so much the phone falls on the floor.

"Did she really?"

"Yes," Malleus admits without guilt, for he is not revealing her feelings, only thoughts. You'd think she'd be more careful with her words after befriending both Azul and Malleus.

"A DILF, huh? I guess that form really has its own charm."

"She also mentioned your current form being just as attractive."

"What are you trying to do here, Your Highness?"

Malleus blinks innocently at the accusation, not at all bothered by the suspicious yet terribly amused gaze of his mentor. He gets up and nods respectfully at the man.

"Just giving you the tea, I believe. I'll retire now, Lilia. Good night."

He leaves with Lilia's laughter as a companion, but soon finds himself alone, no doubt the bat fae going to Ramshackle. Part of him feels bad for sending the tiny agent of chaos (Y/N)'s way. Part of him hopes they'll get closer to a confession after tonight.

What he knows for sure, is that it's time for him and Silver to stop watching and start acting.

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