#shall i stay? would it be a sin

[lokiiied]

what they should have played at the end of ep 2

#wise men say only fools rush in #shall i stay? would it be a sin #if i can’t help falling in love with you #darling so it goes #some things are meant to be #take my hand #take my whole life too #was this not the whole episode #lokius #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mobius

[natjennie]

listen I know its a shipping classic and everyone and their mother has said it about their own special guys but. "can't help falling in love" IS about capvers actually. I know this to be true.

#elvis told me himself #bbc ghosts #capvers #SHALL I STAY WOULD IT BE A SIN IF I CANT HELP FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU

[radioactive-cloud]

idk why i decided to become sappy on a random monday evening but i remembered about the existence of can't help falling in love and thought about it in the context of jan and nace and now i'm smiling like a loon

#now i'm thinking about them slow-dancing to it in the kitchen #and being so caught in each other that they almost step on igor and then apologize to him and laugh like idiots and kiss between giggles #what has my life come to #the brainrot is real #(also. a sprinkle of religious trauma with the lines “shall i stay? would it be a sin”?? yes please) #(and “some things are meant to be”?? delicious. love it. 10/10) #nace jordan #jan peteh #jance #janace #joker out

[hopelesslysleepy]

Anyone else randomly brought to their knees by certain lyrics thinking of Crowley & Aziraphale these days? Could it not happen while I'm like in the grocery store?

#i had to pretend to be super interested in the items on the bottom shelf while composing myself #drop lyrics and song recs in the comments #i can handle it #no i cant #but do it anyway #shall I stay would it be a sin if #I can't help falling in love with you #every fucking line of chasing cars

[thermo-catz]

HOPE IM NOT LOOKING AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MUTILATED, IM LOOKING AWAY BECAUSE IF I KEEP LOOKING AT YOU I'LL WNT TO KISS YOU. BBG YOU'RE SO GROEGEHUS AAAAGHHHH

#bg3 hope #hope hearthflame #bg3 #house of hope #baldurs gate 3 #only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you #shall i stay would it be a sin if i can't help falling in love with you #I wanted her to kiss me so bad

[thesherrinfordfacility]

okay but when exactly do we get drunk crowley singing 'cant help falling in love' by elvis presley at a karaoke bar

#good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley #or aziraphale for that matter #now that i think about it it seems a much more az-coded song #“wise men say only fools rush in but i cant help falling in love with you” ARGH #“shall i stay? would it be a sin if i cant help falling in love with you?” KILL ME #gomens shitpost

[sisterdivinium]

Think "necessity" of evil in the ultimate doing of good ("For God judged it better to bring good out of evil than not to permit any evil to exist"); sin/failure for the sake of elevation, personal and otherwise, and how each of the characters "falls" so that good may come of it somehow, be it in general knowledge, assistance in pursuing good or personal enlightenment.

I'm far too lacking in dogmatic understanding to pursue this specific angle of investigation the way I'd like to and it's driving me crazy.

#vincent the traitor who releases adriel and later repents yes - but this ultimately brings us to reya #who would've stayed in shadow otherwise and hidden the danger she represents. oh the blood that was shed #but the progression of history has required it always and a few cardinals slain in a hotel are a small price to pay #suzanne the prideful who must be bent into accepting and trusting the women around her eventually #who followed by shannon the wronged (innocent?) precipitates the rise of ava #ava whom suzanne also aids and could not have done so had she not fallen #beatrice the forsaken who carves a path towards herself by using her pain #and without whom the designated saviour would never be able to save anyone of course #mary the abandoned who pays for the sins of her mother and thus buys herself the family she needs #jillian the relentless whose curiosity is fed in morsels at the exchange of human life #but who does gain glimpses at Something and who does become more human herself through loss #lilith the heir whose arrogance costs her more than one family but who might well lead the way to new life #michael the lamb who dies so ava may find her own way towards achieving her goal #i know this isn't exactly dogmatic but still; i'm caught up with nathaniel hawthorne see #read the marble faun and you will understand where this is coming from #i remember being struck by how in starz' spartacus every single character action brought on new disaster #but here in warrior nun - as much as disaster is part of it - there seems to be a light at the end of each tunnel in a way #complications arise one after the other but there are gains along the way #i shall ponder a good while more #if for no other reason than babbling in the tags like this is unacceptable #i was raised a civilised woman and i will write cohesive ordered texts like one! (eventually!) #analysis and similar #exercises in observation

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

im sorry elvis but can’t help falling in love is the most homosexual song

#shall i stay? would it be a sin? #uhuh. yup ok sir #anyway i am in love with this song but i love covers better than the original #rambles #music stuff

[talaricula]

"can't help falling in love with you" is now on my jesslupe writing playlist so, basically, i'm screwed

#that song is The metric for whether i have a chance of ever being normal for a ship again #one week in the reviews are in: that chance has SAILED #'shall i stay? would it be a sin? if i can't help falling in love with you?' #THE LAYERS of 'sin' in their context #sinning against society (gay) sinning against the codes of most of the queer community (butch4butch) sinning against their friendship #i am cry about it #oh and this fic is now officially longer than anything i've ever written bar the pendread hogwarts au of eight years ago #okay i am exclusively a oneshot writer so it's not even remotely actually Long but #I'm like. a quarter of the way in. #if i keep up this energy it might become the longest thing i've ever written period

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Can’t Help Falling In Love - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: -> When your newborn daughter can't sleep one night, Bradley knows just what to do.

A/N: Here’s a little blurb I did for @ohtobeleah’s Galentine’s Day challenge 🩷 This song is one that I sang/sing to my own baby, so I felt really inspired to just write some wholesome fluff with Bradley as a new dad singing it to his baby, and his wife 🩷

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! reader

warnings/content: sickly sweet fluff with Bradley as a new dad and being romantic.

word count: 1k

“Shall I stay, would it be a sin, if I can’t help falling in love with you?”

You padded down the hallway to where the sound of your husband’s soft, melodic voice was echoing from. You entered your infant daughter’s room and smiled softly as you saw Bradley cradling baby Sawyer in his arms, humming softly to her as he kissed her head. You stood in the doorway, leaning against the wooden frame as you looked on, Bradley none the wiser as you watched him comfort your baby.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Bradley shut his eyes delicately as he held Sawyer’s tiny body close to his chest, continuing to hum the notes of his favorite Elvis song in a soft, hushed tone as he rocked back and forth in an effort to lull his sweet girl to sleep. Bradley turned towards the door and opened his eyes to see you. His expression softened, melting into a sweet, content smile, his amber coloured eyes gazing at you from behind his thick, dark eyelashes that you’d always been envious of.

“Hi honey, sorry, Sawyer didn’t wanna go down, was just tryin’ to sing her to sleep. My mom used to sing this to me when I was a kid, she always swore it worked. Guess my dad used to sing it too,” Bradley huffed a soft, melancholic sigh as he thought back to his own father and how he had so little to remember him by, having passed just a month after Bradley turned two.

“It was sweet, I love hearing you sing,” you murmured quietly as you cozied up to Bradley’s side, smiling softly while you pressed your lips against his cheek in a tender, loving kiss.

“I think Sawyer likes hearing me too, she settled right down while I was singing to her.”

“That’s because you’re soothing her. She loves you and loves the sound of your voice, feeling you hold her close, it makes her feel safe.”

“It does?”

“Mhmm, you bet it does.”

Bradley smiled proudly as he glanced over at you, still hugging Sawyer close to his bare chest. Stroking her back gently, he pressed his lips to her forehead once again, gently kissing her as she snored softly. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, his toned, tan skin dotted with freckles. He never slept with a t-shirt on to begin with, but the minute he read that letting a newborn sleep on your bare chest was beneficial to the baby, he started to forgo wearing one at home at all. He dove all in, head first, the moment he found out you were pregnant, determined to be the kind of father his dad would be proud of, the kind of father his dad would have been if he’d had a chance to do it for more than two years.

Baby and parenting books had begun appearing throughout your home shortly after you’d told him, multiplying slowly, one by one as they began to collect on the shelf, magazines about raising children suddenly coming in the form of subscriptions to your door on a monthly basis. Bradley had begun coming home from a day of training, spouting off new ideas for names, suggesting whatever he heard or came across that day. He was as involved as anyone could hope for, his determination to be someone who made you proud, made his baby proud, and would have made his parents proud serving as a driving force to motivate him. On one occasion, you came home from spending a day out in the city to find every piece of nursery furniture perfectly assembled, waiting for your direction as to where you wanted it placed. As nervous as Bradley was about making you proud, there was never a single doubt in your mind about it - he was meant to be an excellent father, just like he was meant to be an excellent pilot. It was just who he was.

Bradley gently laid Sawyer down to sleep in her crib, smiling down at her as she stirred for a second, holding his breath as he hoped she stayed sleeping. As she continued to snore softly, he exhaled, relieved she was still sound asleep. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body in close to his as you both watched Sawyer in complete awe, almost unable to believe something so small and sweet could have come from either of you.

“Now, Mrs. Bradshaw, we’ve forgotten something important about today,” he whispered softly, stroking your hair as he tucked it behind your ear, his touch delicate and gentle.

“Hmm?”

“Valentine’s Day. We forgot it. I didn’t even remember to bring flowers home for you.”

“We did? Are you sure?”

“Positive. February 14th.”

You stifled a laugh as you shook your head, smiling at Bradley as he showed you today’s date on his phone screen. He kissed your forehead gently, his lips hovering for a moment as he hummed.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

“There’s no need. Sawyer’s a pretty great Valentine’s Day gift.”

“She’s two months old, hun, I don’t think you having our baby counts as your gift.”

“Sure she does. You just gave her to me a little early.”

“More like you gave her to me. I didn’t do much.”

You extended your hand out to stroke Bradley’s cheek fondly, beaming as your eyes met his.

“You gave me her. Without you, I wouldn’t have Sawyer. And I wouldn’t have a loving, wonderful husband either. And, I wouldn’t get to hear you sing all the time.”

“Oh, you like the singing?” Bradley smirked, playfully whispering as he led you out of the room, pulling the door closed quietly behind you.

“I do, in fact.”

“Well then, honey—“ Bradley began before taking a breath and beginning to sing once more.

“Wise men say, ‘only fools rush in’, but I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fic #rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fanfiction #leahsgalentinesdayspecial

[wilmon]

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE [2023]

#red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb spoilers #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #red white & royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrbedit #rwrbsource #userlauren #tvarchive #tvedit #myrwrbedits #myedits

[yawnderu]

My life is falling apart - could you write how Ghost might save reader from her emotionally abusive and toxic husband? I thank you, maybe one day I'll have someone like Simon.

Whoever you are, I'm here for you if you need to talk. Stay strong sweetheart, this too shall pass. 💖

CW: Emotional abuse, toxic relationships, hurt/comfort, protective Simon Riley.

Simon had sneaked his way into your life with the same stealth he uses on missions— a man who barely spent any time at his apartment and was always away for what he said was just ''work''. The same man who after a few conversations, started bringing you small gifts from his missions, always something different that he thought you'd like.

Simon isn't dumb— far from it, he's always aware of his surroundings and throughout the years, he knows how to read people well. That's why it breaks him to see the way your smiles now came accompanied with a nervous look in your eyes whenever your husband was home, despite you and Simon simply being friendly towards one another.

Whenever he was back at his apartment, he started listening more and more. Paying even more attention to you, ear pressed against the wall while he listened to your husband berate you for a plethora of reasons, all of them more absurd than the other, the truth heavy on his shoulders, weighting him down like Atlas holding the sky.

Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to go inside your house and ravage your husband the same way he does so casually in the battlefield— but he can't. Simon Riley is not Ghost. Simon has to lay low, to ensure both his safety and yours, so he starts planning. Planning how to approach the issue, how to get you out of the situation and understand you better. He'd never admit it, but he spent the entire night reading the experiences of other married women when it comes to abusive marriages, restless dreams full of ideas on how in the bloody hell he'll get you out of this.

He waits until the next day once your husband leaves for work, waiting out five minutes that feel eternal just to make sure he doesn't come back. Unmasked and with very faint stains of eye black that he never seems to be able to fully remove, he knocks on your door. You answer with teary eyes, sniffling softly as you try your best to give him a small smile, yet he can see the pain. The same pain he saw in his mother's eyes his entire life.

''Simon!'' You greet, moving aside so he can enter your house, closing the door behind you as you both go to the living room.

''Would you like a cuppa?'' You offer and it takes him a few seconds to decide, ultimately nodding his head. Maybe this will be easier if you're both having a nice, warm drink. You come back minutes later with a tray and some crumpets, something you started buying when he casually mentioned liking them.

''Thank you.'' He takes a sip of the perfectly made chamomile tea, done the way he loves it— with two teaspoons of honey and hot. You give him a happier smile, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a secure blanket, a far cry from your marriage.

''Love...'' He begins and your full attention goes to him, noticing his serious tone and pensive expression.

''There's no easy way to say this, but with this place having thin walls, I sometimes hear things I shouldn't.'' You immediately know what he's talking about, but before you can apologize on behalf of your husband, he keeps speaking.

''You deserve so much better.'' He puts his cup down, eyes looking down to his hands— the hands he keeps ungloved just for you, the hands that are protected by his skull gloves whenever he's out in missions, so he can come back to you free of sin. He sits down next to you, one of his arms wrapping around your back reassuringly.

''Why are you still with him?'' There's a hint of desperation in his tone, thin eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. You want to look away, but his brown eyes are almost hypnotic. So expressive, so telling whenever words aren't enough.

''I... I don't know.'' You reply with honesty, tone strained as you hold back tears and try to dig into your brain for any reasons you're with the man, yet nothing comes up. ''I don't have anywhere else to go to.''

Your words hurt him as much as they hurt you, looking at the potential you have that is being wasted on some ungrateful wanker who berates you for the smallest things.

''Run away with me.'' He suggests in a spur of the moment and before he can even process his own words, a small giggle escapes your lips. He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you, curious as to what's so funny. Your giggling stops when you notice the expression on his face.

''You're serious?'' You ask carefully, not wanting to make a fool of yourself despite knowing he'd never joke about something like that.

''I'm serious, love. We could go somewhere far away from here, safe. You can leave all of this behind, just say the word.''

''I...'' He can see your hesitancy, his warm hand rubbing circles on your back while the other one holds your hand, thumb rubbing the back of your hand reassuringly.

''What if he finds me?'' It's the first question that comes to mind, not wanting to deal with more of his abuse if you ever manage to get away.

''He won't, doll. I can promise you that. I'll get some of my mates to watch out for you when I'm busy at work, if it helps you.'' He knows it will, and he already has highly trusted friends from the 141 in mind to watch out for you whenever he goes on solo missions.

It took almost two hours of convincing before you agreed, and that's where you are now. He's helping you inform the police about your situation and why you're going away, just in case your husband tries to report you missing.

Most of your belongings were left at the house, but... it surprisingly doesn't bother you. It'll be a new beginning, the same furniture that has witnessed years of abuse is now left behind, only a few clothes inside his car while you both leave the police station. You take a deep breath, the warmth of the sun washing over your skin as you close your eyes, a sincere smile on your face for the first time in years.

''Thank you, Simon.'' My angel, my savior.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #hurt/comfort #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley fluff #ghost call of duty #simon riley #ghost cod #call of duty #mw2 fluff #stray answers

[hikarry]

You know who loves casinos? Crowley. Because he has a lot of luck in the game. Luck of the devil and all that

Every time he is (lowkey) forced to go to America, even if he is just supposed to pop up into Mississippi, he eventually finds his way to Vegas and spends at least a week there. Not only is it an excuse to wear his best clothes and look his best, but hey, Vegas is a pool of sin. Greed. Lust. Envy. Easy ass temptations. It's his element

At some point in time, while in Vegas, he comes across the angel. It was unexpected, surely, but a nice surprise nonetheless. As an angel, Crowley would have thought Aziraphale would stay as far away from places like these as possible not to get tainted by all the sins, and yet, here he is.

"Angel." Crowley approaches him from behind, leaning on the bar next to him.

"Crowley." Aziraphale answers, not looking up from his wine glass.

"Never thought I would find you in the Bellagio. Or Vegas in general, for that matter."

"And why is that?"

"Oh, you know, all the sin. Everywhere you look. Must feel like an itch to your..." He wiggles his fingers. "...angelic senses. Popped around to bless some poor, corrupted soul?"

Aziraphale finally looks up, offering him a smile.

"If you must know, I'm on vacation."

Crowley lifts an eyebrow over his sunglasses.

"Vacation?"

"Indeed." Aziraphale turns around on his seat, so he is not facing the bar anymore, but the populace in general. "Wanted to know what all the fuss about this place was about."

Crowley mimics him, leaning both his elbows on the bar, watching the people around the hotel.

"And? What's the verdict?"

The angel sighs, looking up at him again, as Crowley looks down at him as well.

"I've mostly been watching the live shows, honestly. Some are good, most are mediocre. I've been waiting for the right time to try one of the casinos."

"And what, exactly, is the definition of 'right time'?" Aziraphale opens a slow bastardly smile in his direction, lifting an eyebrow. "Oh." Crowley smiles back, slightly leaning in his direction. "Angel, you been waiting for me. What a gentleman."

Aziraphale chuckles and gets up from his seat, running his hands down his clothes.

"I could feel your presence as soon as I stepped out of the airplane, my dear."

"And what best way to fall into sin than with the devil himself at your side, is it?" Crowley offers him his arm, but Aziraphale bats it away playfully.

"Don't say it like that. I'm merely curious as to why humans seem to enjoy the dangers of gambling so much." He gestures towards the entrance of the casino. "Shall I tempt you into keeping me company?"

The demon snorts, giving the angel a final once over, before offering him a cocky smile and setting his hand on the angel's lower back, guiding him to the casino.

"Aren't you a box full of surprises." He leans closer and whispers on Aziraphale's ear before straightening himself and looking for some avaliable space at a Russian Roulette.

Alas, Crowley is certainly lucky at the game, but so is Aziraphale, even though he wouldn't call it luck. He would say "it's simple strategy, dear boy!"

They play many games through the night, but they spend most of their time at the poker table. Crowley's poker face is good. It comes with the job description. And he's got some extra points because of the sunglasses. But, surprisingly so, so is Aziraphale's. He is so good, in fact, that they stop playing as adversaries and form a team. With 6000 years under their belt of being secretive, they read each other's subtle signs easily and clean the tables like a very efficient money vacuum. They work so good together they fall into suspicious of cheating and, before they are thrown out, they collect the money and leave of their own accord, right in the direction of the bar where they get absolutely plastered.

"Anyway, until when are you staying? If given two more days I'm sure we can clean the whole of Vegas!"

Aziraphale snorts into his whiskey.

"I don't know, my dear. I think I've had excitement enough for the next year."

"Aww no!" Crowley fully tuns towards Aziraphale, laying his hand on his shoulder. "Cmon, we killed it! We could leave this place multimillionaires!"

"You know we, technically, already are, dear boy. We can literally make money out of the aether."

Crowley rolls his eyes, giving Aziraphale's shoulder a little push.

"It's the principle of the thing. Money won, not made. It has a whole other thrill."

"Mmh." The angel stays in silence for a couple of moments, looking at his glass, until he looks up at the demon. "Where are you staying?"

"Here. You?"

"Four Seasons. Do you want to have breakfast with me tomorrow?"

"At the Four Seasons?" Aziraphale nods while Crowley takes a sip of his glass. "Meet you at 9?"

"At 9."

They did meet, indeed. And had breakfast together. And lunch. And dinner. And when Aziraphale was supposed to stay for only 2 more days, he expanded his stay to 4 more days to leave on the same day as Crowley.

I don't need to say they spent the rest of the days glued to each other. Crowley even changed his stay from the Bellagio to the Four Seasons to be more "efficient", or so he says.

They explored the whole Strip and cleaned every casino they set foot in. Aziraphale made a schedule with all the live shows he wanted to watch and he dragged Crowley up and down the Strip to watch all of them and then give a very detailed review to a very drunk Crowley in his hotel room at the end of the day (aka never before 6am).

After the Second Coming, already living together in the cottage, Crowley will randomly remember that week and ask Aziraphale if he wants to go on a quick vacation and give Vegas a second spin. Aziraphale packs his bags in 35 minutes.

#this was supposed to be a small thing again and yet here we are #crowley and aziraphale just get a life of their own idk #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anthony j crowley

[teela]

could you do a threesome with gojo and geto? maybe established relationship w one of them !! also congrats on 100+ followers <3

ask and you shall receive, sweet anon 💖 and thank you so much for celebrating with me!

"come on, babygirl. you know my best friend suguru, right?"

you give him a shaky nod, finding yourself, naked, and in bed with not only your boyfriend and lover of two years, but his best friend as well.

there was a perverse fascination coursing through you, and your breathing came out as labored and uneven the more you looked at satoru’s best friend.

suguru keeps a predatory gaze on you, his eyes appearing like a deep and endless void as he stared at you like you were a meal meant to be eaten.

“do you want your boyfriend and his best friend to help you feel good?” suguru’s voice was dripping with sex itself, the deep and tranquil quality of it being enough to send shivers down your spine. you were given little time to react when satoru sets your trembling form back on the bed, gingerly placing your head against the plush pillows.

“you just lay back, babygirl, and let suguru do his work.”

a moan escapes from your lips, forming a perfect o when suguru takes the fat of your thighs, spreading out your legs so that the man could comfortably settle himself in between them. his hot breath felt against your aching cunt was enough to make your hands grip at the sheets in anticipation.

“tha’s it, guru, look at that pretty pussy, drippin’ wet with juices all for us to indulge in. i promise you, she’s sweeter than ice cream and cream puffs, guru.” hearing your boyfriend’s groans as he lazily pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, ready to jerk off at the sight of his best friend eating you out was enough to make your face burn.

“hn…” a simple grunt was all the warning you received when suguru quite literally dives into your soaking wet pussy. his mouth covers the entirety of your cunt as you swore you could feel the length of his tongue thrusting into you.

the sensation was maddening, yet so incredibly hot that you could feel your release quickly approaching. suguru’s constant onslaught of thrusts caused by his tongue and fingers made you let out a shrill moan in response.

“oh, shit, tha’s no good babygirl, bein’ so loud when it’s late. you’re gonna wake up the neighbors.”

you could see satoru’s engorged cock within your periphery and eagerly opened your mouth to receive his dick. a proud hum was heard coming from your boyfriend as he slaps the hefty length of his cock against your tongue.

“fuck, that’s it, babygirl. that’s it, stuff your mouth with my cock and stay quiet, just like that.”

hedonistic sounds were heard coming from each and every one of your parted lips, with satoru continuing to slide his cock in and out of your throat while suguru devoured you like a man starved at the same time.

your mind was hazy, being consumed with thoughts of both their cocks stuffing your wet little hole full of them. your body ached painfully with need for them, and you realized that not even suguru’s sinful tongue was enough to satisfy you now.

satoru hears your whines and looks down at you, eyes becoming dilated with lust when he asks, “what’s that…? oh, suguru, i think my babygirl needs us.”

“hm?” suguru lets out a final him against your pussy lips, sending pleasurable vibrations down your spine before pulling away. satoru removes his cock from your mouth, letting out a soft coo of your name as he wipes the stray tears from your pretty lashes.

“what is it? what does my baby need?”

“n-need both of you in me so badly… need you to turn my aching pussy into a g-gaping hole!”

a moment of silence passes, and soon, you saw a devilish smirk appear on your boyfriend and his best friend’s faces, seeming to bask and take pleasure in your sudden outburst.

“ah, how positively naughty she is. only a whore would ask for something so salacious.” suguru comments with a feign look of disgust, but still manages to lay back in bed. he beckons you to come closer to him, and you eagerly crawl toward him and his painfully erect cock.

while licking your full lips, you give the tip suguru’s cock a gentle kiss, relishing in his short grunt when he suddenly snaps his fingers together while pointing down at his cock. “give me that pretty pussy of yours, now.”

you bite down at your bottom lip, letting out a shaky sigh before straddling suguru briefly. even though you couldn’t see satoru, you could hear him furiously stroking at his dick, preparing himself for entering you along with his best friend.

“oh fuck, babygirl, you just made all of daddy’s dreams come true! i get to share the feeling of your gummy walls with my best friend. his cock and my cock are going to be so close together tryin’ to please you- FUCK!”

satoru’s broken moans was enough to make your pussy explode with moisture, feeling your clear juices sliding down your inner thighs as you sank down on suguru’s cock. a loud and drawn out moan escapes from your pretty lips as you worked on riding him.

just as you were setting a rhythm, suguru was the one who ultimately stops you. he keeps his hands planted on your waist before revealing your cunt to satoru, still maintaining his cock’s hold on you when he gently moves downwards.

“come on, satoru, slide in. this pussy’s so good not to share…”

“yes yes yes, oh fuck, YES!”

with suguru’s gentle urging, he helps guide satoru’s cock inside your cunt, now gaping and overstimulated when he manages to thrust deeply into you, making you lose your damn mind as incoherent babbling falls from your lips.

“oh fuck! oh, shit, YES! i can feel my babygirl’s precious pussy and my best friend’s cock at the same time. fuck, this is the best feelin’ in the world!”

“toru, please, the neighbors… you just said-“ suguru was finding it hard to focus, working on thrusting into you as his cock and satoru’s simultaneously rubbed together while fucking you so deeply.

“FUCK THE NEIGHBORS, SUGURU, THIS FEELING- I’M IN HEAVEN, FUCK!”

you could feel the drool seeping down the corner of your mouth, knowing that you were being fucked dumb by your boyfriend and his best friend as they each used your aching pussy as a living fleshlight, stretching you in ways you had never even felt before.

deep down, you knew that when this night was over, you would never be satisfied by having a single cock sheathed deep inside of your cunt ever again 💋

© teela

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[besaya-glantaya]

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you

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can’t help falling in love | neteyam sully

paring: neteyam sully x fem! omaticaya! reader

¡based of the song ‘can’t help falling in love’ by elvis presley!

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wise men say, only fools rush in. neteyam was always told growing up to never rush the process of finding the right one to mate with- but he knew he had already found the one he wished to mate with when he met you, it all clicked for neteyam like a switch was flicked in his mind.

neteyam tried to push the feelings he had for you to the back of his mind, tried to store them away never to be seen. but he can't help falling in love with you, as he watched you lay on the green grass admiring the stars above the two of you, pointing to the constellations in the dark sky. "nete, are you paying attention?" you snapped him out of the trance he was in that you unknowingly put him in. "yeah," it came out as more of a question than an answer.

neteyam sully followed the rules, it was just who he was- he was an organised person who had his whole life planned out. but as he stared at you with the soft glow of the forest illuminating your soft features that he swore were crafted by eywa herself, he found himself questioning his purpose in life. he always thought it was to be a mighty warrior and lead the clan, but know he wasn't soo sure because as he wrapped his strong arms around your figure- putting his face into the crook of your neck, obcorbing your scent with you softly tracing the patterns on his back- he felt as if this was his purpose, you. shall he stay? would it be a sin, if he can't help falling in love with you? neteyam slowly moved his head out of the crook of your neck, coming face to face with you. "you're so beautiful." he breathed out, pushing a bit of loose hair that fell in front of your face back behind your ears gently. "so, so beautiful." he leaned down slowly, placing a soft kiss upon your lips that lit a fire in you, that was sure to burn you at any given moment- but you did not mind if you got burnt by the fire that neteyam lit.

neteyam was with his mother, helping her prepare the food for the clan celebration- but he was barely helping, his focus was completely on you who was playing with tuk some ways away from where he and his mother sat. neytiri glanced up at her eldest son, who had a knife in hand about to cut the meat- but wasn't even looking at it- she studied his face, his gaze was filled with love as he stared at you. her face softened as she realised that he had found the one, she always knew of what he felt for you but she never thought it would grow to be so real. "you are a lovesick man, my boy." she spoke, grabbing a fruit- neteyam tore his gaze from you at his mothers words, "i can not help it, mother." he said earning a small chuckle from neytiri, you and neteyam reminded her of herself and jake when they were younger

“neteyam, hurry!- we are going to miss it!” you yelled behind you rushing to the top of the hallelujah motions to catch the beauty sight of eclipse falling over pandora. neteyam chuckled, following right behind you- keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. you reached the top of the floating mountain, pulling neteyam up by his hand quickly- dragging him along. you stopped suddenly, your eyes widening as a small smile crept on on your face at the beautiful radiant sky in front of you- breath swept away from you at the sight of the light slowly fading over pandora, disappearing slowly from the forest. “beautiful.” you breathed out, reaching out a hand to touch it- though you knew you would never be able to. neteyam glanced at the sky, while yes it was beautiful- but how could he ever focus on it when something far more beautiful was right beside him, you. “very.” he replied, admiring your blissful face. butterflies creeping up in his stomach as he stared at you. neteyam had never felt so entranced by another before he met you, and boy, was he glad he did- neteyam had become a lovesick fool, he had become what he never thought he ever would be. but how could he be a fool if he knew what he felt for you was pure and more real than any folks tail ever told.

as the light began to disappear and the stars began to shine in the sky you were still admiring it with the same light in your eyes. “my father came from that star,” he pointed up at the dark sky, towards a star that shone a bit brighter than the rest. you had heard of where jake sully had came from, your eye trying to follow where his finger pointed- not seeming to catch onto which one it was. he grabbed your hand gently that was by your side, bringing it up and pointed it to where he was- the touch igniting a million flames throughout yours and his body. “there,” he whispered into your ear, his body pressed up against your back. “it is so crazy to think we are not alone in the universe.” you thought out loud, neteyam humming in response as his hand guided yours back down- but his grasp on it never leaving- slowly wrapping his arm around your waist, hugging you from behind. his chin resting on your shoulder- slightly bending down a little to meet your healthy as he stood taller than you- and most na’vi too.

he guided you by your hand softly to the tree of voices, they say it is where prayers are heard and sometimes answered- he begged the great mother that his prayer would be heard and answered. the prayer to make you his and him yours. "nete, why are we here?" you whispered, admiring the gorgeous glow of the fallen vines of the tree- you turned to him slowly, meeting his gaze that was set on you and only you. he reached out his hands, grabbing yours softly intertwining it with his own. "y/n," your name left his lips like a prophecy, as if they were the only words he could ever speak. "take my hand, take my whole life too." your heartbeat began to fasten up at his words as he came closer to you, hands still entwined. "i wish to grow old with you, i want to spend all of eternity and all of what is after it with you. i want you to be the mother of my children, you have my whole heart y/n. you have turned me into a love sick fool, for i cannot help, falling in love with you." he placed a kiss on your snout lightly, "i wish for you to be my mate." he breathed out, your eyes locked with his. you had longed for him to speak those words ever since you met him, and now under the eye of eywa, upon all the ancestors that rested beneath the grove of trees, neteyam sully bore his heart out on his palms right in front of you for you to take and be yours until time itself ended. one of your hands left his, reaching up to cup his cheek- he leaned into your touch, putting his now free hand over your own that cupped his face gently. "i can't help falling in love with you, nete." neteyams pupils dilated at the confession leaving your lips, but it did not mere in comparison to what you were about to say. "i see you." he felt his knees go weak, neteyam swore he could've collapsed right then and there. "i see you, y/n." he brought the hand that was on his cheek down to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your palm. he reached behind his back, fingers grazing his queue that was protected with a thick braid- slowly bringing it in front of him, offering it to you. you didn't think twice about it, as he did your hand grabbed your braid bringing it next to his. the two of you slowly came down to the ground, knees resting on the soft ground. you met his eyes and softly nodded, bringing your queue that was swiftly swirling around as if it was being pulled to his own- then slowly tsaheylu, neteyams pupils dilated- he could feel every fiber in your being, your soul and heart. every emotion you were feeling, every short breath and he loved it. he loved it so much, nothing could have ever prepared him for this day where your souls became one- neteyam had been told of the feeling, but nothing matched to what he imagined it to be to what it actually was. his soul yearned for yours, it ached at night in the absence of your own- and now he could feel you, every inch of you- as you could him. he leaned in to you, kissing you passionately as you returned it. rubbing your noses against one another, breathing shortly at the euphoric feeling being shared between the two of you. his hand slid behind your lower back, pulling you closer to him. that night your two souls danced with one another, becoming one.

neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan knew that no matter what he did or said nothing would be able to stop him falling for you, he could not help falling in love with you- and he was did not mind doing so one bit. he was born to be with one with you.

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