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de4dlyniightshade · 2 months

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Dunno if u have seen it but I’d really love ur version of the NSFW alphabet for Spencer Reid

(Not sure if that really counts as a Drabble or a super long headcanon. I tried to go thru ur blog and I didn’t see where u had done 1 before!!)

ON IT!!!

doing it with sub!spencer ofc<3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): super sleepy and cuddly, just wants you to hold him and kiss him and play with his hair. also goes borderline nonverbal, just wants to be in your company.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his favourite body part on himself is honestly probably his brain ngl BUT otherwise i'd say his hair, he takes good care of his hair and takes the time to make sure it looks nice so i'd say his hair. as for on you probably your hips or eyes, your eyes is the answer he tells people but actually he just loves gripping your hips and pinching the fatty skin there and placing kisses on your hipbones.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): loves cumming in you. so much. but also loves cumming on you, more specifically cumming on your pussy after fucking you, the way it looks running over you just making his head spin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): pervert. not a creepy pervert but still a pervert. will stick around if he walks in on you changing, stare at your boobs and ass when he thinks you don't see him, shamefully touches your underwear for longer than he should when he's doing laundry, will spend a good while scanning your body while you sleep, especially if you're wearing shorts or a tank top.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): not experienced. has no idea what he's doing. he tries his best and learns fast but he needs a lot of guidance and care but he prefers you taking control anyway.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): cowgirl. nothing beats getting ridden in his mind, the sight of you on top of him, your boobs bouncing with each thrust and the way you gripped his waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): i wouldn't say he's serious but he's not humorous either, whenever your touching him he just becomes a moaning mess and can hardly think for himself, just completely lost in the pleasure.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): not shaved bald but definitely trimmed, if not for your benefit then definitely for his own.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): soooo lovey, just holding you and kissing you and snuggling into you and telling you that he loves you and thanking you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): definitely jerks off a lot when you're apart because he just gets really sexually frustrated without you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): mommy kink!!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): bed first, always, it's just more private and intimate but he also likes it on the couch but that's more of a spur of the moment thing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): anything and everything. you smiled at him? horny. kissed him? extra horny. hugged him? horny. literally anything you do can get him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): blindfolds on him for obvious reasons, also domming, he just can't do it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): giving all the way!!! even if he's not that good at it he puts his heart and soul into it. more often than not he gets carried away and forgets he's trying to get you to cum bcs he just loves to taste you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): loves it fast but not too rough if that makes sense? like he doesn't wanna hurt afterwards and whenever he's on top he just gets so caught up that he can't help but fuck you desperately.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): likes them a lot and however often you're up for it, especially before work. definitely walks into that building with a real pep in his step after a quickie in the morning.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): definitely game to experiment with a lot of things you wanna try, but nothing too crazy like he wouldn't be into slapping or extreme bondage, but a little tying up he's game for.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): not many. he gets easily overwhelmed and overstimulated bcs he's just so sensitive. can go three rounds at very best.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): doesn't own toys himself but if you do he uses them on you, more specifically if you had a vibrator he'd use it on you when you're tired. also let's you use a vibrator on him, the feeling of it pressed to his tip making him cum embarrassingly fast. not to forget pegging, would let you peg him or use a dildo on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): not at all, you're more the one to tease him but he doesn't have enough patience or self control to tease you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): very loud and doesn't even realise it, he just gets so lost in his own mind that he can't even hear himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): loves being bitten by you, not aggressively enough that it hurts too bad but if he was on top and you bit into his shoulder when you came he'd definitely follow quick after.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): around 7 inches, not too thick but not too thin either, curved upwards slightly, the prettiest pink tip and not overly veiny but definitely a few. also i feel like he has pretty nipples idc.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): very high, needy alllllll the time like could go at it at the drop of a hat it doesn't matter what time of day he could be rock hard in seconds for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): pretty quickly depending on the time, if it was one of those morning quickies ofc he can't but otherwise he tries to stay awake but never manages to actually stay awake that often.

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darlingmbappe · 1 year

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The Loneliest | Kylian Mbappé x Fem Reader

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Epilogue]

Summary: Your fiancé missing your birthday is the icing on the cake to a horrible couple of months. Now, you’re left to pick up your broken pieces, ending the chapter in your life that includes Kylian Mbappé.

Warnings: Complete angst all the way through, Kylian being a bad fiancé, fighting, breaking an engagement, lots of crying, cussing, this one’s kind of long so beware. Spoiler: no happy ending. Let me know if I missed anything. — English is not my first language —

Mornings used to be your favorite.

You’d wake up way too early to the sound of Kylian’s alarm for your liking, but it didn’t even matter. The hour or so you got to spend with your fiancé before he left were sacred, it was special. They were filled with easy conversation, tired hugs and sleepy kisses on the shoulder, the occasional quickie, or at least a cheeky squeeze of your ass. It felt like very moment spent together was precious. You felt loved by Kylian so much it made your stomach turn with butterflies just thinking about him.

Now, it felt like those domestic moments were a distant memory. Sure, all couples gradually get less and less lovey-dovey the longer they’re together, but the change was drastic. It was like you barley knew him anymore.

You’ve attempted to start conversations with Kylian about this. Multiple times, in fact. Immediately, he’d get defensive, ending in arguments that kept getting worse and worse. It’s difficult to have to tip toe around your feelings in order to avoid a fight. He stopped making you feel special.

This morning, you woke up knowing it will be a hard day; all alone in your shared king sized bed.

Today is your birthday, and you don’t think Kylian knows this. After many weeks of deep reflection and thought, you know that today might be the last day of your three and a half-year long relationship with Kylian Mbappé — a man who stole your heart and still has it. Once treasured, now barely beating. The diamond sitting on your left ring finger had started feeling like a foreign object, like something your body wanted to reject. It’s lost it’s comfort, now you seemed to lug around old memories you clung onto for dear life.

Kylian didn’t come home last night, though you saw on his private Snapchat story that he was safe, sound, and plastered out of his mind at some club with friends you didn’t even know. He couldn’t find it in him to text you back after 9 o’clock, when that morning he said he would be home no later than 8:30. He found a simple ‘going out, don’t wait up for me’ to be sufficient communication for the night.

You called Kylian, instead it went straight to voicemail. Your texts to him weren’t going through, either. He didn’t have training this morning because the coaches had a conference in London, so you knew he had to be home soon.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you made your way to the kitchen for a bowl of bland cereal and coffee for one.

“Happy birthday to me.” You mumbled, looking down at your sad birthday breakfast. Compared to the last few years where Kylian prepared you a delicious meal, hired a chef, or took you out to the fanciest café in Paris — this meal actually made you lose your appetite.

Across town, Kylian was waking up with a pounding sensation in his head and no recollection of the night before.

“What happened last night?” Kylian grumbled as he woke up to the bright sunlight streaming in from the open shutters. His neck had a kink in it from passing out on his friend Paolo’s Airbnb couch in the early hours of the morning, his voice sounded like he’d swallowed gravel. “Fuck.” He covered his face from the blinding rays and felt around for his phone.

He hasn’t gotten drunk that heavily in so long, but when two of his old friends came to Paris for a few weeks, he couldn’t resist giving into their pleads when they’d asked him to tag along for a fun night on the town.

“Bro, you were so drunk last night.” He heard his other friend Bernardo chuckle, his voice almost gone as well from the festivities of the previous night. Kylian sat up, seeing both men looking half dead and clinging onto coffee mugs like a child would cling onto its mothers leg.

The guys chuckled in the kitchen. He smelled eggs cooking but they just made him nauseous. “What time is it? Where’s my phone?”

“Oh…” Paolo snickered and pointed at the bowl full of rice in the center of his kitchen island. “Yeah, man… I don’t know if the rice did much for it. It’s fucked.”

Kylian shot up toward his cell, not even remembering putting it in the rice last night. He carefully picked it up, the entire screen was shattered.

“Putain…” He attempted to hold down the power button just in case, glancing over to the microwave to see the time. 12:36pm. “Merde!”

He had an important meeting with his PR team about potential sponsorships for next years season at 2 o’clock, and if he showed up sweating whiskey with an obvious hangover, the brand reps might think twice before giving him any deals.

He bid his old friends goodbye but not before promising to go out again soon. A short taxi ride later, he was able to make it back home just a little after 1 o’clock.

Kylian bursts through the front door, booking it toward the shower in your ensuite bathroom, running right past you on the bed without a glance or even a hello.

You’d been trying to decide all day if you were pissed at him or just super sad, but seeing him ignore you that way made you realize that it didn’t matter. He stopped making you happy, making you both pissed and sad — a dangerous combination.

You get up and follow him in there as he hopped around trying to take his skinny jeans off.

“I’m gonna be late.” He panted, sliding inside the shower.

You assumed if he knew he would’ve said something… happy birthday… I love you… I’m sorry…

Curious and resentful, you stand close to the shower door so he could hear you. “Where are you going? I thought we…” You blink tears back, sighing and trying to get control of your wavering voice, “… I thought we could do something tonight.”

This wasn’t even the plan, but you were trying to find anyway for him to redeem himself.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t today, okay?” He snapped. “I’m in a rush. Can you please just pick out a nice outfit for me, quickly.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wiping a stray tear that rolled down your face, sniffling once. Kylian hears this and pokes his head out. “Hey,” his barely softer, “Look, sorry but I’m in a huge rush. It’s been a shit morning.”

“Me too.” You mumble, disappointment laced in your words but Kylian didn’t seem to catch onto it.

“Also, my phone shattered at some point last night, so can you call Thérèse and have her drop me off a new one at the training center?”

You huffed, getting control of your emotions that were simmering into anger. One more chance, you thought as you were about to walk out of the bathroom, you turn. “Do you want to do something when you get home? Maybe even just dinner here, a movie?”

“Maybe.” He said back, turning off the shower. All you could do is roll your eyes and bite your tongue. You were trying to give him every opportunity to come back from this.

You didn’t want to end it, but you promised yourself that if he fucks up today, that was it. You can’t keep hoping he’ll become the person he was before. He won’t listen when you talk anymore or even meet you in the middle. You have too much respect for yourself to settle for someone who can’t appreciate you.

You dry laughed. “Maybe.” You mocked, another angry tear rolling down your face, storming back into the bedroom and getting under the covers, arms crossed.

You wanted to sob, but choked it down when Kylian stormed out of the bathroom, wet and holding his towel up around his waist. “Why are you so moody?” He didn’t even look at you, just shook his head and threw his hand down, exasperated when he realized you weren’t putting an outfit together for him. “I just asked you to help me out.” He tusks. “Are you just going to lay around all day, then?”

You knew this tone. The one where something else was bothering him except he expressed it by nitpicking at anything in front of him. Being with him for so long, you knew how to gently pry out the real reason why he was snappy. Right now, there was no way were you even attempting to help him out in any way.

“Looks like it, huh?” You gritted through your teeth. You could practically feel the eye roll he gave you even though neither of you would look at each other.

He muttered something you couldn’t hear as he walked into the closet, hurriedly throwing on some outfit. “I didn’t feel like fighting today, (Y/N).” He growled and threw on a white hat. “Today has been miserable so far.”

“Miserable for you?” You gaped, face getting angrily red.

“Oh, don’t start.” He spat, grabbing his keys and walking out of the room.

You jumped up and stomped out of the room behind him, seeing him almost at the bottom of the stairs. “Kylian.”

He groaned, continuing to run down the steps. “I don’t have time for a fucking fight right now!”

“Kylian!” You yelled from the railing just as he grabbed the door handle. With an exasperated turn around, he locked eyes with your teary ones. “When you get home… we need to talk.” You didn’t try and hide your sadness this time, knowing how the talk was going to end. The sentence squeaked out, like your forced it.

He paused, taking his hand off the door handle. “Fine.” He said this differently upon seeing your broken demeanor, shuffling in place. Kylian checked his watch, looking back up at you. You stared back, watching him hesitantly leave your shared home.

Kylian knew he’d been fucking up with you lately. Coming home late, forgetting to call or text back, paying less and less attention to you as the season progressed. He knew he was getting too comfortable and at some point stopped putting in any effort. The worst was that he’d been taking his frustrations out on you, shutting you out. He watched as you tried to smile through his snarky and quick comments, feeling bad immediately but he just didn’t know how to deal with that kind of guilty emotion.

Your engagement has been a long one. Nine months in and you guys hadn’t even set a date yet. Time kept slipping through the glass, he wondered when the last time you’d even brought up the wedding was — wondering when the last time he even thought about it directly after.

The whole way to work he watched out the window, lost in thought about how he needs to be better. So much so that his driver had to tell him that they’d arrived. He was actually early. With a big fake smile on his face, he did his best to set it all aside, turning on work-mode.

Meanwhile, you had a really nice cry. The kind where you just let it all out because you knew no one was around to hear or pity you. Once you pulled yourself together, you gathered your suitcases from the attic.

It was obvious you couldn’t take everything that was yours. You’d bought so many things for this place, for your shared home… so you focused on the things you were for sure taking with you. All your clothes, makeup, sentimental items, and the fruit bowl you found in a market in Spain were secured inside your bags. You stopped and cried so many times… over a pair of shoes that he bought for you or a picture that brought back sweet memories… all these momentos felt wasted.

Yesterday, you were certain that he would remember what today was. So certain that you convinced yourself you didn’t need to get a hotel. You wished you did, because doing it today felt so final, so depressing. And, upon looking at your empty side of the closet, vanity, side table, bathroom shelf… you had to pull yourself together and be strong. Remind yourself why you’ve resorted to this.

Back at the training grounds, Kylian snapped his last photo-op with the CEO of some athletic wear company, absolutely drained from having to pretend for hours. He had sent his assistant off for a new phone when he saw her, knowing you didn’t text her about him needing one.

He trudged over to Hakimi now that all of that was over, sitting down with a long huff, placing his head in his hands. He hadn’t talked to him all day, being occupied with offers and whatnot.

“Man, I’ve been texting you all day.” He patted his back once, turning to face him.

Kylian looked up at his friend, shaking his head. “It broke last night. Thérèse is out getting me a new one now.”

Hakimi sensed there was something bothering Kylian, but knew not to approach him too strongly. He nodded at his answer. “So, uh… I bet (Y/N)’s pissed, right?”

Kylian blew a raspberry. “Oh, yeah… so pissed…” He nodded with the most exhausted look on his face. “Wait, how’d you know that?”

“Well, I mean, Hiba would be pissed too.” Kylian raised an eyebrow, still confused on how he knew about your fight. “You know, if I had to work on her birthday like this.” He laughed at the thought. “I’d have a lot of groveling to do. Or, did you guys plan something on a different day?”

Kylian gazed up at Hakimi, eyes widening with the vague memory of todays date. “Wait.” He gulped, hands hovering over his head. “Is today the…” he flipped the calendar in his mind, praying that Achraf was mistaken about that. “Ah… merde! Putain! Shit!” Kylian smacked the table and bounced up out of the chair, heart beating a million miles a minute.

Hakimi stood too, watching Kylian pace with his hands cradling his head. “No… Kylian, you didn’t…”

He nods, panic settling in hardcore. “I yelled at her today. I asked her why she was being moody. I didn’t come home last night— ah baise moi, mec. je suis un putain d'idiot!” He cursed himself. Ah fuck me, man. I’m a goddamn idiot!

Thérèse speed walked over to the man in crisis, holding a brand new phone. “All your data’s transferred and everything!” She cheered. Kylian probably didn’t even thank her, going directly to his messages with you to text you that he’s so sorry and coming home right now. When he clicked on your icon, he saw all of the messages you sent him last night

You: Ky will u please come home — 9:25 pm

You: I know ur friends are in town and all but I seriously need u with me tonight — 10:48 pm

You: hello?? — 11:51 pm

You: are u okay? Do u need a ride? — 1:35 am

You: I’m getting worried. please just reply. I need to know ur okay Kylian — 1:40 am

You: nice Snapchat story. Good to know ur fucking fine. — 2:46 am

He ran a hand over his face, beginning to sweat with guilt. His eyes lowered on the screen, the small grey message by the keyboard truly making his stomach knot up even more.

(Y/N) stopped sharing their location with you.

His heart fell in his chest, churning… he felt like he was going to puke. Suddenly all of the conversations you tried to start with him about his behavior over the last six months came flooding back. The same conversations he moaned and groaned though, always deflecting until it turned into a fight. God, how badly he had been treating you… like you were a menace in his life — when really, without you, he wouldn’t be able to go on the same.

He began trying to call you and gathered his things, but his calls simply rang until it went to voicemail. “I-I have to go.” He stammered, almost tripping over his feet. Hakimi watched, shocked at the state of his best friend, knowing how he could get sometimes.

Kylian jumped in the town car as fast as his world-renowned legs could get him there, giving the driver instructions to get him home, and quick. The whole way he cussed at slow drivers, construction workers, red lights. He checked his new phone for the time; 10:37 pm and still fifteen minutes away from home.

God, please let her still be home.

He won’t know what to do with himself if you just left.

‘We need to talk’ rung over and over again in his head like a jinx. The way your voice cracked, the tears he saw you hold back. She’s so strong, he thought.

I raised my voice at her. I forgot her birthday and then treated her like she was the problem.

He pinched his leg to distract himself from crying. He has to be level headed, calm, logical, loving, and very apologetic— everything he hasn’t been for the last months. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, but can’t imagine what his life, his future will look like if he lets you slip through his fingers.

No girl has ever made him feel like this. Everything he looked for in a woman you embodied tenfold and he fucked it up. He has to fix this.

Kylian didn’t even let the car come to a full stop when he arrived, tripping over his own feet, realizing he left his coat in the back seat but really not caring at all. He just has to know you’re there. He looked toward the driveway, seeing your car still parked in its usual spot.

Thank the lord.

Fumbling with the keys, his shaking hands clicked the door open, seeing only the living room lamp on.

“Bébé?” He called. He saw your figure looking at him from the couch. “Oh, (Y/N)…” he breathed, walking over to get closer. You stoop up, meeting him halfway. “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He heaved, breathless from his pounding heart.

The dull yellow light illuminating the side of your face showed him how puffy and red your eyes were, how downturned your usual smile was. He saw what he’d done to you, all the months you’ve had to walk on eggshells, the conversations that he’s turned on you, how he forgot your special day.

You still didnt say anything, keeping your arms crossed, looking him in the eye — the while begging yourself internally not to cave. His sweet eyes knew how to reel you in. You weren’t going to cave. You couldn’t.

“I forgot your birthday…” He whispered sadly, guilt drenched his tone, sending a cold depressing shiver down your spine.

Your eyes brimmed with tears again, but you bit your cheek and shook them away, having to be strong for yourself. “So, you finally remembered.” You sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, bèbè. Time just…” he stopped himself from making anymore excuses, “I’m just a fucking idiot. And I’m going to make it up to you. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” He stammered, voice shaking from nerves.

“But, it’s not just about the birthday, Kylian. It’s been… it’s..–”

“–I know, bébé. I’ve been horrible to you. Truly horrible. You never deserved any of that.” He cautiously lifted his hand to yours, grabbing your fingers. All the words he was going to say suddenly didn’t feel good enough. No I’m sorry is going to feel sufficient.

You looked at your tangled hands, he played with your fingers anxiously, trying to catch your gaze, but it now stayed glued to the floor.

You took a deep breath and looked up at him with teary eyes — that of a wounded puppy. It broke him. “We need to talk.” Your words were laced in false strength, false confidence.

You didn’t know what the hell you were going to do once you leave him. Flying blind isn’t something you did very often, but you knew it’s what had to be done.

“Yes.” He nodded eagerly, trying to guide your hand toward the couch to sit. “Let’s talk. We can talk this all out, right?”

His hopeful tone made your heart break even more. The guiltiness that radiated off of him made it harder to do what you had to… his face fell when you let your hand slip back into your folded arms, turning away from him, sniffling.

“Kylian, I can’t… I can’t sit down with you and hold your hand and let you apologize to me. It’s not how this is gonna go.” Wiping your cheeks roughly, you turned to see his dropped face. “This talk… it’s going to be really hard. For both of us.”

He approached you, putting his hands on your forearms. “You’re scaring me, bèbè.”

Your lip quivered, not knowing how to tell him. You couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Kylian. I love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so much, (Y/N). I know we can work through this. I know it.” He pleaded, moving his face around to try and get you to look at him.

“No, Kylian. I love you, but…” You finally looked up, noticing he’d started crying as well. Ouch. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He didn’t know what he was expecting. Sure, he was scared and sorry about what he did but the possibility of breaking up seemed impossible. Not like he was immune to repercussions, but you two just made sense. He loves you impossibly too much, but he’s forgotten to show you.

Kylian stood in shock, he felt his heartbeat in his teeth, his throat dry. “Don’t say that.” He whimpered. “Please, don’t say that.”

His hands traveled up to hold your face and he bent down to your level, needing you to look at him, to see how regretful he was, how much harder he will work at this. He touched his forehead to yours, wrestling with the temptation of falling down from anguish.

You shook your head between his palms, letting the tears fall freely, a small sob escaping. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs, attempting to hold you closer, squeaking out the smallest words; “Bèbè.” “No, no.” “Please.” “I’m so sorry.”

You grabbed his wrists, using all your strength to pull them from your face. Immediately, you turned around and grabbed a duffel bag he hadn’t noticed was sitting on the armchair. Your feet took you toward the exit.

“No.” His voice broken, his own face scrunched up and soaked with tears. “No, where are you going?”

It took everything in you not to comfort him, run into his arms, tell him it will be okay.

You pushed your instincts down and turning and shrugged instead, now feet away from the man you love, closing in on the front door. “I’m…” You felt a choking sob threatening to spill out of your mouth and had to look away, silently crying out with your hand covering you mouth. With a deep breath, you continued. “I’m leaving.”

“Well, when will you be back?” In just a few strides, he was back in front of you. He couldn’t help but hold your face again, wiping more tears with a gentle but pleading touch.

You gripped his wrists again, only this time, you weren’t strong enough to pull them away, instead feeling his warm skin one more time.

With a small shake of the head, you responded. “I’m not coming back, Kylian.”

“But… but this is your home. It’s our home.”

“I’m sorry, Kylian.” You finally ripped his hands from your face once more and adjusted the heavy strap on your shoulder. Turning around, your feet drag you to the front door. You reach into your back pocket and take out the house key that’s not longer attatched to your usual tassel keychain and set it down on the table.

He stood there and watched, now feeling helpless in this heart wrenching situation. It doesn’t seem like this is real, he has to be having a nightmare, just watching you leave his life and there’s nothing he can do about it — but it doesn’t stop him from trying, begging. “Amour, no. I can fix this, please just give me a chance to make this right.” He was desperate, once again approaching you.

Kylian sniffled, watching your every reaction, hoping for a glint of anything that would allow him to make it up to you. You looked down at your hands, then your left ring finger… everything in your body was holding you back from taking it off, but you mustered up every ounce of self control.

Kylian looked away as you slid the engagement ring off, hearing the light clink of it being set next to the keys. With his hands at his sides, back slouching, he looked back at your face, nodding in defeat.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated in a squeaky whisper.

“Me too.” He nods, looking down at your empty hand. He couldn’t but reach out, trapping your fingers delicately with his fingers, stepping closer.

His arm snakes around your waist, holding you, shaking with his suppressed cries. You allowed yourself to hug him back, to close the chapter, to feel his warm embrace again before you never would again.

The hug lasted for a while, swaying back and forth and crying into each others shoulders. He smelled like he always did, and you noted how hard it would be if you came across his familiar scent again. He also was getting high on your fumes, indulging in the coconut scented shampoo he had become addicted to. The touch of your hands clasping at his back made him cry harder, squeezing you tighter and lovingly.

You pulled back once your cries calmed, sniffling. He stayed close, lifting his eyes to look into yours. Before he knew how to stop himself, he closed in the space, landing his salty lips on yours, closing his eyes. You kissed him back, hating how much you’d miss him. The way his fingers dug into your hips made you lightheaded.

It’s too hard to stop, but you had to. Pulling away, you turned around quickly and left, sobbing all the way to your packed up car.

Kylian was glued in place. His heart had been put through a blender, his head throbbed, his chest was cold without you with him. He saw the flash of your headlights backing out and leaving the property reflect inside the dark and empty home.

He’s miserable, hollow. He’s angry at himself, maybe at you, even if he knows this was his own doing… the whirling in his brain wasn’t anywhere near as loud as the silence after you left — a deafening silence that followed him up to us bedroom, one he now only shared with his thoughts.

It killed him when he saw there was no longer a charger plugged next to your side of the bed, that your slippers were gone from their usual spot by the corner. None of your favorite books were displayed on the shelves, your skincare products left just a ring of residue on the sink. Stepping into the closet, he noticed it still smelled like you, but everything was gone. Everything but the shirts of his that you had stolen through the years, now neatly folded on top of one of his dressers. He wished you had taken them to remember him. He wished he could turn back time and do everything right.

Above all the sadness and the gaping hole is his heart was determination. He fucked up but he wasn’t about to do it again. You would not be the one that got away. It may be the last thing he ever does, but he’ll make it all up to you. He was prepared to go to the furthest lengths to hold you again. But, for now, he needed to wallow in self pity, feel everything that he needs to feel.

Not even on the chilliest Parisian night had his bed felt as cold as it did that day.

A/N: Okay I feel like I kinda dragged that out but angst! I’m contemplating a part 2 but I also kinda like leaving it at this… would y’all want another part? Also, the title is inspired by the song The Loneliest by Måneskin, listen to it after reading. Their new album is so fucking amazing. — Requests for Kylian Mbappé are open! —

#kylian imagines #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe angst #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe smut #kylian mbappé x reader #achraf hakimi #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappé imagine #kylian x reader #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe fic #Kylian mbappe break up #neymar #neymar imagines #neymar jr imagine

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calderasletski · 5 days

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Duke and Duchess of Meropide

It was just like any other day at Fortress Meropide, particularly for the inmates. They would get up in the morning, head to the production zone, maybe place a bet in the pankration ring, then gather in the cafeteria to witness the Duke and Duchess acting all lovey-dovey.

Yes, you heard that right. If you looked around during lunchtime, you might catch a glimpse of the Duke and Duchess enjoying their meal together. This sight shocked several inmates on their first day here. The Duke, Wriothesley of the Fortress of Meropide, smiling and appearing affectionate towards his wife? It was a stark contrast to his usual serious and cold demeanor, though the old-timers had grown accustomed to it.

The people of Fontaine couldn’t believe their ears when they first heard that the Duke had gotten married. They imagined his wife to be an extraordinary woman to have captured the Duke's heart. In reality, it was the Duke who had pursued her, but that detail was better left out of the gossip. Their small private wedding announcement had turned Fontaine upside down, more so than any trial at the opera house ever could. Despite attempts by the steambird to interview the Duke and the Duchess, they remained elusive. No one outside knew how the Duke and Duchess truly acted around each other.

Wriothesley sat in his office, signing papers, when he heard the doors on the floor below burst open. Only one person would dare to do that.

“Wriothesleyyyy! I’m backkk!” shouted Y/n as she ascended the stairs.

Wriothesley opened his arms, and as she walked towards him, he pulled her in to straddle his lap. “Welcome back,” he whispered against her shoulder before placing a kiss on it. “How was your interview?”

“Tiring. It felt more like a personal interview than a book interview. I had to skillfully dodge questions about us.”

Duchess Y/n of the Fortress of Meropide was an author. She wrote under a pen name, but it was only a matter of time before people figured out her true identity, causing Fontaine to be turned upside down once again.

“Do you not want people to know how much your beloved husband loves you?” he teased, playing with a strand of her hair.

“I’d rather moments like these stay between me and my beloved,” she replied.

Wriothesley let out a deep chuckle. Y/n loved it when he laughed like that. She savored every moment of it.

“Well, it seems to me that you enjoy feeling taller than your beloved,” he said, indicating her sitting on his lap, though he wasn't complaining.

Y/n brushed his hair from his forehead and gently cupped his cheeks, saying, “It’s just that in this way, I can kiss your face better.” Then she placed a kiss on his forehead.

Wriothesley’s hold around her stiffened at this.

“Wrio?”

“You know, darling… you shouldn’t pull moves like this out of nowhere,” Wriothesley said, placing Y/n on the desk.

“Why? Can your poor heart not take it?” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“My heart can take more. A lot more than this,” he said as he closed the gap between them.

…

“Shouldn’t the Duke and Duchess be here by now?” an inmate asked, scanning around the cafeteria at lunch.

“You're right. It does feel weird not to see the Duke and Duchess here at this time. They’re probably busy,” another inmate replied.

"Dammit, after I've worked so hard to become a prisoner here," he muttered under his breath.

"Sorry?"

“Oh… nothing.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #wriosthesley #fluff #fortress of meropide #wriosthesley x wife reader #oneshot #wrio #wriothesely x reader #wriothe #wriothesely genshin

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hotpinkmoon · 2 months

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Seth NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The best Seth can do is cuddle. After what you guys did, it's a special experience for him personally so why not show affection and say I love you to each other. He's going to love you forever, and ever and ever and ever and EVER...

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't have a favorite body part in his own body... It's complicated. But his favorite body part of his lovely treasure is everything. Seth LOVES how you're shaped from head to toe. He can't help but touch your skin gently like you're the most perfect thing in the world. Something that deserves to be worshipped...

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

When it comes to cum, he doesn't focus on his semen and how it spills in or out of you. He's mostly focus on how you cum... How his fingers get coated with them when he simulate your sex and how you climaxed and how your body shakes a little... Your facial expressions and the way you sound. Absolutely beautiful...

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Seth doesn't have one or a secret fantasy when it comes to sexual or romantic context.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Inexperience. Even though he doesn't know what he's doing, Seth has knowledge on how the human body works. So don't be surprised when he actually touches a spot that makes you feel pleasure than you know yourself.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary

Cowgirl

Reverse Cowgirl

Spooning

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. He doesn't think it's funny when you guys are on the bed and make love to each other. It's something special that both of you put trust and agreed upon in his eyes.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpet matches the drapes! His hair down there can get a little wild like his hair on his head but it is well groomed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very affectionate and lovey dovey mixed with obsession! It comes out shy at first but then you listen closely to his words... You're the most perfect person in his eyes that won't do anything wrong. Seth loves you no matter how much you love or hate him. He'll die for you and would do ANYTHING for you without hesitation.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Seth rarely does it or get a boner since he's a busy guy. He has work to do then taking care of his own needs.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He doesn't have a lot but he's easily influenced if you show him some stuff you like.

Hair Pulling

Orgasm Denial

Body Worship

Bondage/Shibari

Praise Kink

Cock Warming

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His apartment or anything private. Just the two of you. Where nobody is looking! He'll be very nervous and paranoid if anyone is nearby or worried that you guys will be loud.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You saying anything perverted. That's going to be stuck in his mind for awhile and then go down in his pants. Maybe revealing too much skin, like you decided to wear a tank top, or wearing shorts. His eyes shamelessly will look down curiously when you're not looking and then he'll look away with red cheeks when you look at him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't like doing things that make you uncomfortable or anything gross that involves piss or feces.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give then receive since he feels somewhat shy about you giving him a blowjob. Like he doesn't deserve it and wants to satisfy you first and more than him. When you let him, he gets addicted to it. Seth LOVES it. He loves how you taste, and he'll bury his head in between your thighs to get more.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both. Seth can be slow and gently touches your body like it intrigues him while his eyes look carefully at your body reactions. And he can be fast but not rough. His thrust are slightly shaky and desperate. His body clings on to you and his arms wrapped around you like he's going to lose you. It just feels too good that you allow him to touch you and he's not going to waste any second of this moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't have an opinion about it but he doesn't mind when you want to do something quick. It might have caught him off guard since it's sudden but it's taking care of your needs that are important than his.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Maybe? It depends. If you want to try something, he's willing to do what MC wants him to do but if it's public sex... He's not giving you a chance.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

2 rounds at least but his limits can be pushed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Seth never owned a toy or used one before. He's fine if MC wants to use it on them or him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't tease but his heart races a little and he smiles like a goof when MC teases him in bed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

So whiny and responsive~ He whimpers in a high pitched tone when he begs desperately, wanting your permission to let him cum. Saying it in the most polite way no matter what. He's loud and reactive if you kiss or touch his sensitive spots. Tears may or may not come out.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Seth getting mad is rare but what happens if he's horny and angry at the same time. 0v0... If you suggest that you can help his frustrations, he'll say yes in an odd cold way... The way he grabs you and how his hands touch you isn't the same. There's no trembling or anything gentle. It's tight and calculating. He's mostly a submissive partner but maybe this time he's top. He doesn't want to hear anything. He just wants to feel, so he'll get your head unexpectedly buried in the pillow and him going in hard but not fast or slow thrusts. After he's done, it takes a moment to process what he did to you and apologizes a lot for doing this roughly to you.

Weiner!

Soft: 4 inches

Hard: 7.8 inches

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Somewhat low. Compared to the rest of the 4 guys, he's the least horny. He gets embarrassed when he does get a boner.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe around 5 minutes when MC sleeps first and have a nice cuddle with him but he does unexpectedly pass out sometimes.

#bloodlust devotion #bloodlustdevotion #hpm.seth

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sturnslut · 4 months

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Matt nsfw head cannons

Warning - nsfw obviously don’t read if ur not comfortable

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Boy is the king of aftercare. Definitely makes sure u are okay and cleans you up being careful cuz ur obviously sensitive. Taking a bath or shower together, loads of cuddles and kisses

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his is his hands and how big they are compared to yours. However is back is a close second especially when u leave scratches on it 🤭. His favourite body part of urs is ur eyes he could stare into them for hours he’s such a simp fr.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Man’s loves to cum inside of you he loves a bit of risk (shoot me) but he also will never turn down coming on ur stomach he finds it so hot.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves to leave hickeys in places only he can see and loves it when u leave hickeys on his chest and stomach.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like he’s not that experienced and only had like 1 body before he met you and now he knows his stuff 😉. Let’s just say he knows how to make u feel good.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I think missionary definitely his fave so he can look at you the whole time but he also won’t admit often but he LOVES when u ride him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he’s more serious and romantic but if something goes wrong or is funny you both definitely get the giggles.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Definitely trimmed and hates the thought of his pubes being long it’s inconvenient and annoying. But yh definitely got some hair not a lot.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

So sweet and romantic, constantly asking you u if ur okay and if he’s making u feel good. He would definitely be so lovey but some nights he gets freaky.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before he met u probably jacked off 3 or 4x a week but now he has you he only does it when u can’t see each other and he will usually ring u and get off to the sound of ur voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Loves loves loves to be praised and secretly loves to be dominated once in a while.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Definitely likes it to be private so the bed but he also is a sucker for shower sex. You guys have done it on the kitchen counter before and a few times in the car which he hates to admit he loves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Bro is always bricked up when he’s with you but you playing with his hair rlly gets him going he doesn’t know why it just makes him so horny and you like to use this in ur advantage when ur out in public.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Definitely not into threesomes he finds them weird and also would never do anything to hurt you like spanking and hard choking (slight choking is fine) and if you ever suggested something he probably would be down to try just very nervous.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Man is a munch. He loves tasting you and the sounds you make when his head is between ur thighs. He also loves getting head tho just would rather make you cum first.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think he can be quiet slow and sensual especially during morning sex but most of the time he likes it fast and a little bit rough. However some nights he will destroy you and may feel bad about it after 🤭.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t love them he would rather take his time with you but if the time calls for a quickie and it’s all he can get he will never turn it down.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would definitely be down to try things and would discuss it before hand to make sure you are both comfortable. Would never take risks that will hurt either of you!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think on a good night he could go 3 times pushing 4 but would be fucked out after. These are nights you have been teasing him all day. On a normal night 2 rounds definitely this man loves sex.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He finds them pointless tbh like why use one when he could make u feel 10x as good. Never used one on you or himself. (sorry)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I think he tries to tease you but ends up giving in because he just wants to make u feel good already. He likes to be teased tho but he definitely gets overstimulated fast.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc

Absolutely no one can tell me he is not the most vocal person during sex. He is for sure a whiner no one can change my mind.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Loves to fuck ur face 😭

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Definitely has more length than girth but he’s not massive just the perfect size.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Is horny 24/7 but hides it well. When it’s just you alone he does not hide it at all. Definitely fucks u at least 5 or 6 times a week.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Definitely waits for you to fall asleep and then bro is out like a light. Is always down for a nap after sex.

A/N ~ This is my first time writing something like this so i hope you like it. Love you all 🫶

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #alphabet

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fakegingerrights · 1 year

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A Little Support

[Wrecker x Medic!reader, warnings for mentions of medical issues, other than that just fluff! Oh, established situationship, kinda, nothing too lovey dovey. I write with a female reader in mind but try and keep it gender neutral so tell me if I mess up.]

“Hunterrrrr.” You smiled slightly as you hear Wrecker’s groan from the hall. Hunter had called earlier, said he wanted you to look Wrecker over. The bad batch had no real medic, so finding proper care was hard.

“C’mon big guy, they’re your favorite.” You snorted quietly at Hunter’s coaxing tone. “You were so sore after this last mission you could hardly lift your arms. They’re just gonna check and make sure you haven’t pulled anything.”

Wrecker huffed, and rolled your eyes. Pressing a button on the desk you opened the door to your small private workspace. Wrecker jumped a little at the suddenness, but Hunter just rolled his eyes.

“You boys gonna sit out there arguing all day or come in.” You sass, standing up and walking over to the exam table crammed into a corner, unrolling a fresh layer of tissue paper on top. Hunter patted Wrecker’s shoulder.

“Go on, Wrecker. I’ve got some paperwork to finish.” He started to walk away, leaving a slightly bewildered Wrecker.

“You’re not staying?” He called at Hunter’s back. You chuckled, fussing with a drawer full of instruments.

“Oh come on, Wreck, I don’t bite.” You smiled innocently at him.

“No… you stab though.” He mumbled, walking over to the exam table and flopping down with a grunt, wincing a little and not even trying to hide it. “Tech’s gotten enough sedatives to know that.”

“No needles today, promise.” You march up to him and fold your arms. “Stiffness in your shoulders, huh?”

Wrecker nods. “Just a little bit though. It’s been worse. Long necks always brushed it off so I do too for th’ most part.” You frown a little. Kaminoans brushing something off? Especially a long term injury?

“Armor off, top half only.” You think, trying to remember if you knew where they were coming back from. “Blacks too, if you’re comfortable.”

Your frown deepened as he rolled down the top half of his blacks. Bruises and scrapes were dusted across his back, stretching all the way down to the bottom of his ribcage. His armor had taken the most of it, but it looked like he had been thrown pretty hard against something.

“Maker, Wreck! What happened? Did you have Tech look you over?” You asked, instantly grabbing a tube of bacta gel from the cabinet behind him.

“Wall was in my way. Tech said it wasn’t bad, just a deep… fancy word for bruising that starts with C.”

“Contusion?” You supply, pulling latex gloves on before you began applying the bacta to the worst of the bruising.

“That’s the word.”

You kicked the bottom drawer out off the table, the drawer being sealed off to make a step so you could reach his shoulders. “How long have you had soreness like this? Your shoulders are really inflamed.”

“Uh, always?” He sounded confused. “Tech said it was probably ‘cause of my size.”

You nodded, not that he could see it. “Does wearing your armor help?”

“Kinda, with m’back.” He rolled his shoulders as you finished, and a small part of you took a moment to appreciate the slow ripple of muscle. Wrecker’s good eye lit up as he noticed you staring and he winked with his bad one. You just rolled your eyes fondly.

“I’m gonna try some stuff, wear it for tonight and tomorrow, ok? I’m gonna see if I can wrap your shoulders and back, since I doubt we carry a brace in your size.” You grabbed a roll of kinesiology tape from yet another drawer, a couple different kinds after a moment of considering. “Got all different colors and everything.”

“What’s it gonna do?” He looked at the different rolls.

“It’s… hmm. You know the hydraulics under the ramp of your ship?” You ask. He nods.

“Yeah, Tech’s had me lift the ramp when he fixes ‘em.”

“Ok. Think of those hydraulics as your muscles, and the ramp hinge as the joint. Without the hydraulics working, the ramp breaks, right?” Wrecker takes a moment to think about this for nodding.

“Yeah. This last mission it broke while Cross was usin’ it as a ledge to line a shot up off of and it almost dumped him into a canyon!” Wrecker laughed. You chuckled as well, while also making a mental note to drag Crosshair in by the backplate if need be.

Wrecker seemed pleased at getting to laugh nonetheless. You tapped the rolls of tape. “Right, like the ramp then. These help your muscles along a bit, so there isn’t as much strain on the hinges, your joints. It also is good for taking the strain off in general.”

Wrecker nods, following along. “They go on my skin? And stay there?”

“A couple days if you can keep yourself from tearing them off.” You supplied. “Ok, scoot. I gotta sit behind you to do this. Wrecker slid to the edge of the table and you climbed up behind him, grunting as you kicked off the ground to hoist yourself up. The bench height table for Wrecker came almost up to your ribs.

He held still as you took the backing off a piece of tape and pressed it to his shoulder, stretching it as you pressed it down until it was fully on before rubbing it to seal it in place. Wrecker’s skin practically radiated heat as you worked, forcing you to push away the urge to just press yourself against him and doze. It had been a long day.

Wrecker was quiet as you worked, a tension you hadn’t noticed seeping out of him as he slowly relaxed into your touch as you worked your way down his back with the kinesiology tape. You added a second layer on his lower back to help the strain on the muscles there before going back up to his neck one last time to double check everything, smoothing a hand down the patchwork of brightly colored tape.

“Ok, how does that feel?” You asked, sitting back a bit. You couldn’t see his face but Wrecker seemed to pout a bit at the loss of contact. He stood up and stretched, several joints cracking as he rolled his shoulders.

“Kinda weird.” He grunts. You snort.

“Yeah, it will. That’s just temporary until we can get you proper braces.” You smile softly and pass him the top of his blacks. He pulls it on, giving you one last chance to discretely admire the amount of work the kaminoans put into him even if they are heartless sleemos who screwed up a perfectly good man in their desperation for a perfect specimen.

Wrecker pulled his head out through the top and you looked away, flushing slightly and clearing your throat. “Is that everything, trooper? Not gonna pull a Crosshair and try and hide injuries from me?” You tease as he tucks his stack of armor plates under his arm.

“Hah, we might have to drag you back to the barracks t’ look at him.” He shot right back.

“I can make a house call later.” You begin collecting your mess of flimsi and datachips from your desk. You were surprised when scarred hands helped you with the mess, pushing the pile into a neat stack and dropping them on the desk to even it out before handing it to you. It was hard to tell on his dark skin, but his ears were looking a little red.

“And if I want you down there in case I mess the tape up?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

“Wrecker, are you trying to take me home for the night.” You lean forward on your desk, watching as his eyes go wide and his entire face goes red as he tries to explain himself. “Relax, I knew what you meant.”

You knock your hip against his as you pass, taking the flimsi stack. You bounce right off, but Wrecker still seems a little stunned.

“I’m gonna change and grab dinner for us, ok? After all, Crosshair probably needs to be checked after he nearly fell down a cliff.” You were playing coy and you knew it, but Wrecker still lit up like a kid remembering their birthday was tomorrow. You watched in amusement as he fistpumped the air in celebration before realizing you were watching him.

“Oh. Uh, I’ll see you soon?”

“Sure, Wreck. See you soon.”

#wrecker x reader #tbb wrecker #tbb wrecker x reader #the bad batch #clone wars #tbb x reader #wrecker x you #GingerWrites

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giantchasm · 5 months

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Some Taransusie Headcanons

Their relationship is atypical and they know it. This is something they were more or less aware would be the case going into it. Susie is not a replacement for Sectonia, nor would Taranza want her to be. He holds the two of them in different parts of his heart, loved separate but equally. Sometimes he needs to take things slow, and Susie understands. She fell in love with him scars and all.

They were best friends before they were lovers. I’m not going to beat this dead horse too much because ya’ll already know how I interpret it, but they initially bonded shortly after Robobot and clicked together because of their grief. While that’s why they originally bonded, though, that’s not the only reason they were close. In general they’ve served as pillars of support and comfort for each other for a long time. They’re some of the only people the other can fully ‘trust.’ They’re legitimately open with each other, and that’s rare. Especially for Susie.

Susie was the first one to fall, but Taranza realized she was in love with him before she did. Initially, it scared him. He was like “Oh gosh, please don’t. I can’t return those feelings. I’m going to break your heart, aren’t I?” and when she eventually confessed, he freaked out. But eventually he realized he did return her feelings and that he couldn’t let the albatross around his neck control him for the rest of his life. Sectonia would (hopefully) want him to move on and be happy. So he told Susie he’d like to at least give it a try, even if (again) he needed to take things slow.

‘Firsts’ (I.E. first kiss, first date, first anniversary) are very different for the two of them. Susie never got to be a dumb teen with a crush so she’s experiencing puppy love now for the first time as an adult. It’s kind of scary, but also kind of a warm, exciting feeling. She doesn’t always show she’s excited or emotional during moments like that, but she is. Taranza, meanwhile… has done this before? This isn’t his first date or kiss or anniversary ever. This makes it different, though not in a bad way. He’s not giddy or nervous, but he’s sentimental and appreciative. During those sorts of shared experiences he’s, more than anything, acutely aware of how special they are. Always aware they’ll never get this exact moment back, and that they should treasure it as much as they can. It’s… nice getting to have new firsts, both in the ways it allows him to reflect on them and as a reminder that, with how different they can be, Susie is her own unique, wonderful person he should be grateful for.

More under the cut!

Susie generally takes on a pretty different demeanor in private vs public. When it’s just her and Taranza, she’s very affectionate, mushy, and playful. When there are others there, she’s much more professional. Not in an unloving way, of course, but in a factual sort of “This is my wonderful partner.” way. Once in a blue moon she slips up though and catches herself gushing in front of others, especially if they’re also people she considers herself relatively close to. Magolor jokes that she seems like a different person entirely during these moments— like some sort of lovey dovey stranger locked up and replaced the real Susie.

They’re pretty silly with each other, although, again: mostly only in private. Taranza especially loves to playfully mess with Susie, saying she’s cute when she’s embarrassed. Sometimes he’ll ‘sneak up behind her’ and hug her. This is, of course, all for show, both because he’s exceptionally dramatic and because she’s so high-strung. She grew up in a nightmare dimension. She’s always alert and on guard. If he actually startled her she’d suplex him on instinct, and neither of them want that. So instead, he makes it exceedingly obvious, all the while she pretends to be surprised. He also loves to leave heart shaped webs in place she’ll find them and call her goofy pet names.

Susie generally does not like to be touched and does not have much sense of touch. The only parts of her body that aren’t cybernetic are her face, parts of her chest/torso, and one heavily scarred hand. Taranza is the one exception to the ‘no touching,’ rule, though. He’s the one person she feels comfortable letting do that. She loves stroking his fuzzy little spider paws or playing with his hair. His touch is very grounding, especially when she’s feeling out of it.

They love to do each others’ hair. It’s a favorite low-energy bonding activity. Taranza will braid Susie’s hair or she’ll brush his, all the while he’s staring at her with the eyes on the back of his head looking lovestruck. She thinks it’s very, very cute, and it’s not rare she leans in to give him a kiss between them.

They also like getting dressed up. They’re both very fashion-oriented people. The sort of duo who’s in different outfits every time you see them. They love going shopping together and trying on different things. Sometimes they even pick out things specifically so they match.

Taranza is the sole person allowed to call Susie Susanna, and even then he only does it in private. Anyone else who tries gets glared at. Initially, even he wasn’t able to call her it, as she has baggage associated with the name, but one day he called her it by accident while messing around, and although he quickly backpedaled, she realized she actually didn’t mind it coming from him. She thinks it’s because… well, the reason she switched to Susie was because she felt like Susanna was dead. She’d been through so much trauma— so much terror and heartbreak that she was changed irreversibly. But when she’s around Taranza, she doesn’t always feel that way. She feels… safe and comfortable enough to let that more vulnerable side of her show. And in that, maybe ‘Susanna’ isn’t entirely gone.

This probably goes without saying, but Taranza has some self-esteem issues. What happened with Sectonia messed him up. She took a lot of her anger regarding her own insecurities out on him once she went off the deep end, and that’s something that’s stuck with him. He does not like how he looks and is afraid he’s ugly, gross and off-putting. Susie doesn’t see it this way, though, and is doing as much as she can to build him back up. She thinks he’s very cute. She especially likes his fuzzy little face and his laugh.

Similarly, while Susie isn’t necessarily as insecure, Taranza is sure to build her up as well. He knows the consequences of not letting someone know how wonderful they are all too well. He’ll take her cybernetic hand and give it kisses and stare into her LED eyes and tell her they’re beautiful… but also stroke her cheek and hold her organic hand tight. Susie sees herself as both mortal and machine, and demonstrating that he loves both of these sides of her is key.

Susie’s employees really, really like Taranza. They think he’s a good influence on her, and he’s helpful in getting her to listen to them because he’s also been the little guy before. So whenever they have a request for Susie they attempt to do it through him, making ASCII puppy dog eyes the entire time.

In contrast, Susie is… not liked amongst the Floralians. Mostly because neither is Taranza. When she first started dating him they were slightly worried, thinking she maybe didn’t know what sort of person he was, but as soon as it became clear she was not only fully aware, but maybe even worse, their attitude towards her soured. She and Taranza have been harassed by angry citizens more than once. They’ve flung insults about Susie’s personhood and morality, saying it seems like Taranza only dates soulless monsters. Susie is not particularly wounded by this, but it makes Taranza seethe. If it weren’t for Kirby keeping him on good behavior, he’d start throwing people in the dungeon again over this. He’s always sure to refute these accusations, saying they’re wrong about Susie, even if: again, Susie doesn’t really need it. She doesn’t expect most flesh and blood beings to understand her… although she is touched by just how much Taranza seems to care.

Taranza is not particularly good with techie things, but insisted Susie teach him how to repair all of her parts anyways, just in case, Void forbid, something were to happen. If she were to get hurt, he’d never want to be in a spot where he couldn’t help. Susie typically does maintenance on herself at least once a week, so when she does he’ll sit beside her and they’ll talk and she’ll show him how everything works. He makes sure to pay very close attention.

Taranza loves to be pampered and showered with expensive gifts. It’s coincidental, but not entirely irrelevant he seems to have only dated rich, famous women. That’s not why he loves Susie or why he loved Sectonia, of course— he’s no gold digger, but he won’t deny it’s a bonus! Thankfully, Susie has a practically infinite supply of money and is very much a gift giver, so he gets showered in expensive, lavish things practically all of the time. It makes him feel very, very special.

The most important gift Taranza ever got from Susie was a lot more mundane, though. She realized he was always making grand gestures, and wanted to make one of her own. So she spent countless hours researching flower meanings and painstakingly grew him a bouquet. This is something that was very, very difficult for her. She’s not used to things that require lots of time and care. She stuck it out for Taranza, though, and was eventually able to present him with the surprise gift. The flowers weren’t perfect— in fact, they were a little scrawny, but Taranza was so, so touched. He keeps them on his bedstand to this day, using his magic to ensure they don’t wilt.

The two of them have a set of matching necklaces. Taranza wanted to get something for them to keep as a momento— a counterpart of sorts to his scarf. You see: said scarf was originally a symbol of his love for Sectonia. They bought a matching set and made a promise to always be by each others’ sides. Obviously, that’s not something they were able to do, but he keeps the scarf on his person at all times in honor of the memories they shared. He didn’t want this to make Susie feel inadequate, though, and suggested they get something to celebrate their love as well. The necklaces are a reminder that Susie is more than enough, loved as she is, and that they’re a team, too. It’s no mistake that both it and the scarf rest right beside Taranza’s heart.

#something different this fine tuesday #sorry for how long this post is. there’s something wrong with me #kirby #sack’s kirbyverse #taransusie

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clockmax · 1 year

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Could I get some dating/fucking Lyle Wainfleet headcanons? Or even the nsfw alphabet for him? I love him sm💙

Lyle Wainfleet - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: course bb <3 hope you enjoy this ❤️ funny story I was talking to my mutual about making a whole request information page when this popped in 😭

WARNINGS - not proofread, smut. Descriptions of cum, missionary position, mentions of punishment, praise, mentions of throat fucking, breeding, cockwarming, Masturbationen, mentions of a vibratory, mentions of semi-Public sex,cunnilingus, teasing, I think that’s it

MDNI, 18+ BELOW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Deff pampers you. Immediate cuddles and lovey dovey. Always checking in after to make sure you’re not hurt or anything. Lyle would reassure you did well, that you felt amazing and what not. Probably making sone jokes to have you laugh a lil too <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I wanna take a spin and say his neck or his face. Cant pick. I have no idea but I’d feel like he’s a neck/face kinda dude

Yours: everything. Simply can’t pick one. He loves your body and pretty much cherishes it whenever he can. Lyle just loves everything about you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Wanna go off the deep end and say it’s a lil watery but still thick. Probably a sweet salty taste but not salty salty yk. Probably warm, enough to give you some last pleasure after he comes

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really really wants to fuck your throat. He won’t say but Lyle most definitely wants to hold your head in place while he uses your throat. He wants to know how warm it would feel, how your cheeks suck him in, your teary eyes as you feel him hit deep in your mouth. I’d let him use my throat any day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had some expired r back at earth that stuck with him when he became an avatar, nothing too experienced though. He definitely improved his style of sex n stuff when he started dating you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Strikes me as the “legs up missionary” person. He just wants to see every facial expression you make while he buries deep I to your walls

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he’d be more serious during sex but a little goofy after.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he’s a pretty well groomed dude. I mean he’s probably got a few stray ones but majority of the time he keeps it nice.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Deff focused on you mostly unless it’s a punishment kinda thing. He’ll praise you and make sure you’re getting the upmost pleasure while knowing he loves you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lyle doesn’t Jack off often, he’d rather have sex with you but let’s say he’s away or something, Lyle would deff do it to the memory of you around him, your Mia a, your touches, anything about you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Cant tell me otherwise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lyle seems more of a private person so the bedroom, but if you’re feeling risky he’ll be willing to do something semi-public

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. The way your hips away when you walk, your eyes, your perfect breasts, just you alone has him popping a hard one.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably like nasty nasty stuff (ifykyk) just grosses him out

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving! He loves the way you taste, your thighs squishing around him while he had you come undone on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally he’s be slow but still rough, unless you pushed him off or disobeyed him you are fucked (literally. Will not be walking for the next MONTH.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lyle doesn’t really like quickies. He likes To drag it out, see you orgasm and lust over pleasure then a five minute done kinda thing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! He’d be willing to try different things with you. He’d take a risk with you sometimes, try a new position. New style, new link, that stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I wanna say he could probably last 3 rounds maybe inside of you, he just can’t get enough of how you feel

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably not, I mean he might put you on a vibrator until you’re begging for him as a punishment but not really

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a teaser. If he’s feeling like a ass he’ll edge you, or maybe whisper into your ear at random points if the day until you can’t hold back anymore.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Definitely a groaner and moaner. I ❤️ myself a good loud man

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He probably cockwarm after sex cause he’s tryna keep it snug in you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

BEEN WAITING ON THIS

good 10-12 inches, maybe 2-4 fir girth. Light blue with a darkened tip. Deff a stretch to get in

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Probably high but not too high. He loves sex with you but not the type of dude to have it like 25/8

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe a few minutes after you, just making sure you’re all snug

#lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #avatar smut #lyle wainfleet x reader

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frosty-tian · 8 months

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Mixture of Self-Indulgence and Thinking A lot:

(Putting it under cut because rambling and admittedly a little embarrassed about it.):

Summarised:

Boulder and Graham deciding to tell others they’re dating/in a relationship, along with their reactions.

So, one thing I personally like to do is to imagine multiple ways on how something could happen/unfold.

I did mention in one post where they’re basically awkward but all lovey-dovey in private and basically have everything going at a good pace (including others accepting their relationship).

Another scene which I thought could happen is both initially having a lot of anxiety instead, considering so many factors (and it’s tough subject to not only think through but also bring up, let alone to family members).

It didn’t go as smoothly, even the beginning of the relationship because they had so many conflicting feelings about it. Emphasis on ‘had’ though.

That aside, with Boulder, he definitely told the other team members (at first he only wanted to tell/inform Heatwave, but he figured it would be better to tell the whole team in one go).

Initially there was a lot of confusion, mild shock, even protesting (a bit from both Heatwave and Chase in particular), but it all was settled quite quickly and he ended up getting the everyone’s full support, even having light jokes about it (“You must be one great ride to win him over!” “Blades!”)

(The main part that’s considered questionable to the bots is probably Gram being an alien to theme, and Heatwave worried about if they are able to separate it from their work relationship. I imagine Cybertronians don’t really have a solid concept of gender and I recall homosexuality in Cybertronian society being more normalized.)

The team-mates did agree (and trust) each other to not reveal the relationship to their respective human partners, mainly because Boulder emphasises how Gram may not be ready.

Now that Graham is mentioned, him? He’s a whole luggage of nerves, he doesn’t know how the rest would react, because heck, even he himself considers the whole relationship to be quite peculiar (to put it lightly).

(In his mine, outside of the bots being viewed as more masc-leaning in terms of appearance (not saying the Burns are homophobic, but someone thinking there’s a possibility of it is unnerving), there’s also the fact Boulder’s an alien which could almost be considered ’inorganic’.)

Cody was the first to find out (he simply has his own way of knowing things), he always sensed there was something between them. After he got confirmations, he promised not to tell others.

The first family member Gram approached himself was Charlie/Dad.

Two ways this could go, one is that Charlie is quite baffled (even thought his son was joking) when he approached and told him about the relationship.

Once he realizes he’s being serious, he does try his best to understand, and in the end, also gives his approval (and gives a lot of reassurance on Gram having is support with a congratulations). Much as there were some nights when Charlie ends up lying awake in his bed, trying to make sense of it.

The other way is Graham awkwardly asking if Charlie would approve the relationship between him and Boulder, then Charlie, with a confused but amused expression, tells him of course, he always supported them. Graham needed a moment to process it, dismay at how they’re apparently not stealthy in the slightest, but also relief and joy at his Dad’s approval, ending with him giving Charlie a big hug before going off to work again, giddy to the point of giggling slightly to himself.

What he fails to understand is that Charlie interpreted the ‘relationship’ he was talking about as the platonic/work partners type, not romantic.

A lot of shenanigans ensue.

One scenario, Boulder and Gram were under the impression that at least some have approved of their relationship. One day in the bunker it was only the bots and Charlie around (reviewing notes with Chase), and the couple, not having been able to express their affection as openly, decided to freely kiss just this once. Long story short, Charlie dropped his book from shock and everyone was confused (“Bu-Baby, didn’t you tell Chief about it?” “Yeah Bouldy, I did?”)

(Do have a lot more I would like to talk about, but for the time being, here’s a good chunk of it.)

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smirnoffswitchblade · 2 months

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♡⸝⸝ about me .ᐟ

includes: introduction, dni/byf, etc . . .

— Finally im making an introduction after putting it off for a bit out of shyness (and laziness..+ being nervous, but i need to push myself to do things sometimes.) but i thought its time you guys know a little bit more about me! ^^

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀. 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

‼️ • MDNI • ‼️

♡ ····· introduction

• Hello there!! im Sammy, but i prefer to be called Sakura if we aren’t extremely close. <3

• Im 20 years old! Im also a biracial lady, Bisexual, and my pronouns are She/Her! Please refer to me as so when talking to/about me.

• Some of my hobbies include : Cosplay, editing, drawing, photography (beginner), dancing, gaming, writing, reading, and baking!

• I like to associate myself with certain animals, specifically raccoons/deer/rag-doll cats/lambs/bats! Personally i think they fit me very well..so thats why you may see me repost those specific animals from time to time. (cause i think they’re me! ^^)

Tagged with: #irlsaku

• My few of my interests are cosplay, video games, anime, manga, flowers, greek mythology, herbology, nymphology, gloomy coquette and lolita fashion. among others too!

• i love many little men right now..but mainly ive been very lovey dovey over ren hana/fox, strade, lawrence oleander, sano kojima and vincent metzger! their just my favorites at the moment and i tend to self indulge in a bunch of selfshipping with them (persona x canon and oc x canon too!..maybe i will post my btd/tpof ocs here someday.)

♡ ····· DNI / BYF

• DNI: Minors, ageless blogs, zoos/maps, ableist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, anti-xeno/neopronouns, i dont really have a big dni but these are my mains. I block freely.

• BYF: This account is my primary blog and it’s mostly just for me posting/spamming my brainrot of 18+ medias! (also made for self indulgence and other things but i wont speak on that too much) So please please if you are under the age of 18 or do not have an age stating that you are an adult in your bio you will be blocked! This blog and content is not made for your eyes to see and you can get others and the creators in legal trouble and yourself. Please stay safe and take care of yourself, Thank you.

• If you are not a minor but cant handle the topics/media that will be posted on my blog please don’t follow me, this blog again is simply for my hyper-fixations of 18+ medias, my own enjoyment, and more. Don’t hurt/trigger yourself intentionally by looking at the things i put here, and please look out for your wellbeing because you are special! <3 Thank you!

My sfw blog is @crunchysugarr so i wont mix my other medias with this one!

• I have ADHD/PTSD/anxiety and depression, please be mindful of these things when choosing to interact with me whether its in dms or my ask box!

• You can send anything (quite literally anything..) in my asks! I don’t mind it, but ill ignore it if i don’t feel comfortable answering it or if it makes me feel some type of way. Please remember i may take time to reply to them if you ever do send anything to my inbox. (I also ask that you don’t send me irl gore/animal gore/cp/etc in my ask box.)

- I tag my posts with my own hashtags, heres a few of them so you wont be confused about what I’m specifically trying to post!

- aesthetic: #sakuaesth

- rambling: #sakubabbles

- regular blogging: #sakuposting🌸

(This could change overtime but i don’t know if they will but if they do I’ll let you all know! I hate confusing others on accident, hope this helps somewhat!)

• Im still pretty new to the Boyfriend to Death fandom and other fandoms on here too, I’m always learning something new about these pieces of media every single day! so please don’t get upset if i say anything not really lore accurate (?) i guess.

• You can always dm me or reply in my posts freely! But please ask to dm me in my ask box if you do want to talk to me in private, i usually only chat on tumblr and not discord because only people i’m closest to have my discord. But feel free to ask to dm me and we can talk here on tumblr if thats fine with you <3

• Please be patient when it comes to me replying to messages/asks. Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming knowing i have to reply to so many people so i may take some time to get back to you all depending on whats going on with me that day, i do have a life outside of tumblr thats way different from how i appear online! But just know i have no intentions of ignoring anybody, i just wanna try and talk to new people for once.

Note: i tend to use emoticons only because i just think they’re adorable simply and i like to use them when texting! (i dont know why i feel the need to specify this so much, or anything else for that matter..but i did!)

♡ ····· other / extra things

ill try and make this as short as possible so you wont have to do too much more reading.. sorry about that!! ^_^’

• on this account the specific content i intend to post is boyfriend to death (1&2), the price of flesh, ykmet, degrees of lewdity, lovers trophy, courtin’ cowboys, this is not romance, and Saw (2004)!

• i can give out some of my other socials below so feel free to follow them if you’d like to, or don’t! i would never force anything upon you or anyone. <3

Twitter: @/crunchysugarr

Pinterest: (the same as my twitter user)

• and i think thats really pretty much everything! i hope you enjoy my company and my blog, if theres any other questions you wanna ask to know other things about me that aren’t listed here then you are free to shoot me an ask anytime! (no pressure of course <3.) Im sure we will become good friends someday! take care ♡

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thranduel · 2 years

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i really do think romantic byler and platonic elmike is better and healthier for all the characters and it would be so adorable and here’s why

mike and el just don’t work well together in a romantic relationship to me at all for many reasons (they can’t be themselves around each other, they lie to each other, they pretend to be people they’re not, they become so consumed with each other that they forget about people around them and exclude them, they don’t have private little talks where they can tell the truth, etc.) but i think their friendship would be so strong and beautiful, and i can imagine el would be so supportive of them and even a little bit protective of will. like if she finds out mike does something to upset will, she would put him in his place for sure lol. when mike and el need advice they could go to each other and i feel like they would actually be able to be themselves if they’re not in a relationship. they don’t have to try to be cheesy or lovey dovey. they can just be who they are and have fun and i honestly think that’s what they both need, especially el. just look how she was the happiest she had ever been when she was shopping with max and discovering herself. no one was telling her what to do and she wasn’t rushed into that friendship, she chose to go to max and she got closer to her at her own pace. the romance with mike after a week of knowing him was way too quick and unnecessary, especially after she had just escaped the lab she was raised in. and i just really don’t like how mike constantly refers to her as “his superhero” and depends on her so much and romanticises it, especially in the monologue. that’s not all she is and she doesn’t want to hear that all the time. in the car monologue with will, mike even admitted that he felt like it was dumb luck that superman landed on his doorstep and it just sounds like the only reason he became so fascinated with her was because she had powers and then he felt lucky because he got her attention and he never had that with any other girls. obviously he loves her for who she is too, there’s no doubt about it, but i think he’s obsessed with the idea of dating a superhero and that’s what’s strange to me. it’s like he feels cooler and better about himself for being in a relationship with someone with powers and i just don’t think that’s fair to el because she’s so much more than that. and the only reason why he let her stay was because he found out the bad guys were after her and then discovered she had powers. it wasn’t love at first sight and it wasn’t because of her personality, because he barely knew anything about her and they had barely talked. i don’t know, the whole thing is just messy to me and i think they would be so much better as friends and it would be really sweet to see that side of their relationship develop

i think mike and will in a romantic relationship would be beautiful and work well because they’ve known each other most of their lives, they know each other better than anyone else, they can be themselves when they’re with each other, they’re always on the same page, they have experienced similar struggles all their life, they share the same interests and they can give each other what the other needs in a relationship. will has always needed mike (he even said it in the car monologue) and finds comfort in him because he’s his safe place, and mike has always been a protector who has always looked out for will from the moment he saw him sitting alone on the swingset. and doing things like that for people makes mike feel happy and worth something, and will also feels happy and worth something because he’s getting the love and acceptance he deserves. after hearing that car monologue, we know that mike is insecure with who he is and wants to be that type of person for someone and will admitted that’s exactly what he needs. not only that, but that scene also showed us will looking out for mike and protecting him, which i found really beautiful because usually it’s always mike protecting will. but in that scene, will hid his own feelings and used eleven’s name to cover it up so that he could help his best friend’s relationship even though he didn’t have to do that at all. when he saw mike was upset, that’s when he decided to show him the painting. even though it was supposed to be his own special moment, he did whatever he could to make mike feel better about himself even if it meant hurting himself in the process. will was protecting mike in that scene, and even though it was absolutely heartbreaking, it was beautiful in a way because it shows us how much mike means to will. i truly think they do bring the best out in each other and we see it in every scene where they’re alone together. i know mike hasn’t been great recently but i’m really hoping that it’s all because he has internalised homophobia and repressed feelings, and that one day he’ll realise the car monologue and painting was all about will’s feelings. i want him to know that the speech about being the heart was from will and he meant every word he said, because mike has always been his heart. i hope that makes him finally realise and accept his own feelings and will’s feelings for him, and then they can be happy together, because this makes the most sense for the characters and overall story and it would be one of the most beautiful relationships in television.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #just my personal opinions!!#mike #will #el

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cluz1babe · 2 years

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ABC’s (NSFW) of Eddie

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

* He likes to pull you in for a cuddle afterwards

* He will also talk to you about the plan for his next D&D campaign

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

* Smile

* Hips

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

* He loves when you swallow, which you do often.

* He once ate you out after he came inside of you. Then he spit it out into your mouth. You swallowed and he followed that up with an intense kiss.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

* He loves when you pull your panties back on without cleaning up. Minutes before you go out somewhere.

* He especially likes doing this in the bathroom at parties. Knowing his cum is inside you while you walk around talking to people, is a huge turn on. Especially if you look at him and smile, knowing your little secret.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

* Moderately experienced

* He usually makes sure you have at least 20 minutes of foreplay before sex.

* There were multiple nights when you would both tell each other what you wanted. Thus, giving you both lots of input and adequate learning possibilities.

* He loves when you tell him how to get you off.

* If he cums before you, he will make it up to you with adequate oral &/or fingering.

F = Favorite Position

* He loves seeing you on top; The way you use him to get off.

* He’s able to get deepest when you place one or both ankles on his shoulder(s).

* And he enjoys the view of you from behind

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

* Eddie is playful and goofy.

* If he can make you laugh, his day is made. He loves making you laugh in the middle of the act for a few seconds. Then, as pleasure takes over again, how you start moaning again.

* This doesn’t mean he can’t be serious, which is usually what his attitude changes to when he’s about halfway through with you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc. And how does he prefer yours?)

* Well groomed and you love it.

* There’s still a thatch of dark hair, but he’s ahead of his time as far as how well-groomed he is.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

* Enjoys being intimate with you.

* He knows you try, but he also knows it’s your nature to keep the lovey-dovey stuff more private. You tell him you love him and miss him, and even hold his hand. When the two of you are alone, you are more at ease with those things.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

* His mind might wander to thoughts of other women when he’s by himself, but his biggest fantasies involve you.

* You love watching him, too. There have been a few times you walked into your room and he was lying on your bed with his dick out. Embarrassed, he apologized and opened your door to leave, but you pushed him into the room and shut it. “You can go if you want, but I would really like to see more.” That’s when you used your tongue to clean up the mess.

* When you came back from the shower, he was slowly pumping himself, waiting for you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

* He knows you love it when he is demanding and dominant.

* You prefer to be submissive, but you two have been known to be dominant at the same time, as well, as if fighting for dominance.

* Being rough with each other before and during sex.

* One time he cheated and tickled you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)

* He would do it anywhere with you. In fact, he would take you in the middle of a crowded room if that sort of thing weren’t highly frowned upon.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

* The sounds you make when he’s toying with you.

* If you tease him and tell him you aren’t wearing panties, or tell him what you want to happen the next time you two are alone. He got too excited once and kissed you like you were alone. Your face got so red hot when you noticed people were looking.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

* He would never do anything you haven’t agreed to, which is why he no longer tickles you. Being kneed in the face, while an accident, was enough of a lesson for him.

* You have a safe word and a safe hand signal. Enough said.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

* He loves giving oral. He’s amazing at it and enjoys it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

* Both, but usually fast and rough.

* Lovemaking and rough fucking. Whichever you’re in the mood for, he is happy to provide.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

* Life gets too busy, you will get the sex in asap.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

* Loves experimenting. You have introduced him to the idea of prostate massage and have done a little bit without any penetration.

* He’s wary of taking risks in very public places.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

* If he finishes before you do, he has plenty of energy to finish you off.

* It doesn’t tale him long to recover from an orgasm, but about half an hour is good for him to go again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

* He knows you have toys and wants to watch you use one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

* He’ll whisper in your ear when you’re around other people.

* He’s a big tease.

* You got him back by wearing a series of crotchless panties over a week and only let him fuck you when you were on you last pair.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

* Nothing is as great a compliment as the sounds you can get him to make.

* Growls, moans, whispers, etc.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcannon for the character of your choice)

* He is open to having more people in bed at once. (Threesome, etc.)

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

* 7 inches long and 5 3/4” girth for most of his shaft

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

* High sex drive, but it’s not the only thing going on in his head.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

* He’s usually up late and sex doesn’t put him to sleep, really.

* His favourite place to sleep is next to you.

READ MORE EDDIE FICS HERE (he’s at the bottom of the list)

#eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things

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(They may be a little embarassed about their Daddy always being so hot for their Mama and not afraid to show it, even outside of heats. He could be a little more discreet, but he is a Mob boss, are you gonna tell him?)

Finally! Proof that Terry Silver is the world’s most embarrassing parent. And spouse. Seriously Terry, NO puppy wants to know how horny 24/7 you are for their Mama. That’s for the bedroom, or whatever other little moments during the day you can sneak in away from prying eyes. I suppose Terry thinks nothing of his behavior, lmao. Like, the man is so Extra—this is him being restrained! Really!!

Anyway, I am under the impression that if Daniel had let him, Terry would have gladly gotten him pregnant with 10 more puppies.

But a question: (not afraid to show it, even outside of heats.) Are Alphas typically only openly affectionate or ‘cuddly’ with their omegas during Heat time? Are they much more reserved and restrained otherwise, and Terry just the lovey-dovy weirdo? Because when they’re not fighting, I’m actually picturing Terry and Daniel to both be pretty affectionate and loving on each other since they’re both such tactile people—maybe much to the mortification of their puppies.

Someone like, let’s say Kreese I can see being deeply reserved in his affection towards Betsy, and keeping that sort of thing very private due to his introverted nature, even if she had been an omega. Even the Don I see as more restrained, but perhaps that’s because his wife is a beta? Maybe Daniel being an omega brings out even more of Alpha Terry’s psycho side 😂

I suppose it’s nice to know you’re always desired—maybe too much so 🤣

Too much for whom? Nonnie, imagine the alternative - what if your parents were never affectionate with one another? I've mentioned it in passing, but after his sister died, Terry's Mammy did not want any more children; a wish his Daddy respected but how do you think they prevented that? Birth control? Who has that kind of money? They mostly avoided intimacy. Good times in the Silver house. No! They are married and mated and there is nothing to be ashamed of. The puppies only start finding it mortifying when it reminds them of the sex they're not quite ready to have yet, but growing into. So, there's a lot of horny Silver teenagers blushing and taking quite long showers. Let them! Falling in love? Let them! Having agonised confessions? Let them! Daddy will love and hug Mama whenever they both want and when his pups understand why he comes home in the middle of the day sometimes and sends them all out, or why Mama sometimes goes to visit him at the Stallion? Not his problem. Don't disturb Mama and Daddy without say so when they're in their bedroom, it's that simple. He lets his kids have their space when the door is closed. "Robby, downstairs in ten minutes."

And yes, Terry shows the same frenzy most Alphas show only during heats at other times too. The Don is much more reserved by nature, as is John Kreese; that's who they are whoever their mate is.

But no. Terry loves his mate, in every sense of the word, as long as Danny is OK with it. Anyone who has a problem with that can fight him.

#knights and pawns #omegaverse

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One Master's Trash, Another Master's Treasure

Summary: 3k rambling about the value of certain things among different people. For Lloyd, life is precious. For Elias, it's the opposite. Hey, hey, holy smokes! It's a gift for @butterpony100 and their oc Elias - Master of Carbon! I hope I got them in character for you, friend. I don't know if Lloyd and Eli ever become enemies at any point in your development for them but I thought I'd try to write some character introspection on them to the best of my ability.

Warnings: suicidal ideation, it’s prevalent.

“The Death Flute is an artifact of the utmost danger…” the passage in Eli’s book reads out.

Rotted, brown leaves gather around their heels as they make their way down one of the quieter streets of Ninjago City. It’s peaceful—or, as peaceful as Ninjago City can be. Less distracting, perhaps, as the houses and shops settle close to each other on the narrow paved way, adorned with strings of flowers and fairy lights.

“Crafted by the infamous Witch Morta, its song can call upon the warriors of the Underworld in exchange for a hefty price.”

Eli can’t help the smile pulling at their lips as they study those carefully constructed words again and again.

Over the years, they’ve been met with disappointment, false alarms, and fraudulent rumors. They’ve gone through every possible method of finding their means to an end and the world has foiled them time and time again. A life lived as long as the one they have has left them between a rock and a place of resentment for their existence.

Whether or not Morta’s Death Flute has what it takes to end that existence… Well, as unsettling as it is to hear, an odd sort of faith falls into Eli’s chest with this one, they know they’ll have to see it through.

And perhaps, set it aside until later. Until after they’ve bought a cup of coffee.

They snap their book shut, their smile turning into a grin as they continue with a nearly unnoticeable skip in their step.

Few things in this soul-sucking hell world bring Eli joy. But a good book? A rich cup of coffee? They never fail to make an average day much better. And Eli more than plans on making this day better.

They soon round the corner toward their favorite coffee shop—a quaint, little place helmed by a shopkeeper wrinkled like a raisin, dusky and dim and hushed on a slow afternoon. Eli can feel themself relax as they take everything in. The thick, bitter, and sweet scents, the clinking of spoons and mugs, and the sight of the Green Ninja sitting at the center table.

‘Oh, sh-’

Nope.

Eli hurriedly darts into the store, quick to hide behind a stacked display of coffee beans. Their heart rises into their throat, pounding away with the strength of a mallet taken to a living room wall. Though it takes a moment, Eli grits their teeth and forces themself to inhale a deep breath. They’re not afraid—not even close. But if the Green Ninja sees them here, then they’re in for a destructive tangle.

Such a thought causes irritation to stab through them. If Lloyd Garmadon destroys Eli’s favorite coffee shop, there will be hell to pay. That thought follows them, even as they peer over at their enemy.

Lloyd lightly converses with a dark-haired stranger—a date, most likely—who speaks in low, soft tones. They seem enamored with each other, so much that they ignore their respective drinks in favor of their company. Lloyd himself slouches forward onto the table, a goofy grin opening out across his practically sparkling face.

Only one thought comes forward within Eli’s mind as they process the sight.

Ew.

Somewhere in the shallow waters of their common sense, they know they should leave. They accomplish nothing by being here. They risk the integrity of their favorite coffee shop. And they can’t stand Lloyd’s stupid, lovey-dovey expression or enamored sighs of adoration as he lets his date regale him with a story from his mundane life.

…

…but how can they miss out on getting a piece of the Green Ninja’s private life? How often did this happen? Paparazzi would be losing their minds right now.

Eli casually and quietly moves toward the counter to order—much to the very annoyed-looking barista’s chagrin. All of their movements come in unceremonious, practiced fashion. Their request for their usual coffee rolls off their tongue. They fit right in, hidden in plain sight while eavesdropping.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that stuff,” Lloyd remarks, pointing to a glass holding a creamy liquid.

“It’s coffee, Lloyd, it tastes good,” his date says.

“It tastes like gutter water.”

“It does not.”

Eli shoves down the urge to chuckle. A sense of fondness for Lloyd’s date rises in its place. If nothing else, he seems to have good taste.

‘And good humor,’ Eli thinks, watching Lloyd as swats at the dark-haired boy for his comment about green tea just being “hot leaf juice.”

“No. No! Shush, stop,” Lloyd yells between peels of laughter. “Shut up, you’re wrong!”

If only Eli believed in deities. If only they had their camera on them. The pictures they would take to tease Lloyd with. Alas, it seems Eli would have to be content with a bit of verbal ribbing during their next scuffle—assuming the barista doesn’t make that as soon as in the next minute.

“Drink for Eli!”

Eli schools themself into a relaxed figure as they take their drink off the counter. But by then it’s too late—they’ve already caught Lloyd’s eye. Lloyd visibly tenses. His gaze zeroes in on Eli with laser focus. His hand shoots out to grab a plastic knife lying on the table and unlucky Eli has a sliver of enough time to think one sarcastic thing.

‘Oh, no, a plastic utensil. What are you going to do with that? Stab me?’

It is only by the grace of Lloyd’s companion that Eli finds themself saved. The dark-haired stranger slides to his feet just as Lloyd does and places his hands on Lloyd’s shoulders.

“Whoa, hang on. Where are you going?”

“Will you excuse me for just one moment?”

The dark-haired stranger moves with all the tenderness and grace in the world, gently cupping Lloyd’s cheek and turning his head so that they have to look at each other.

“Is this a ninja thing again?”

“Don’t try to stop me.”

“Call your friends-“

“Get out of my way.”

“Lloyd, you promised me.”

Lloyd’s gaze slips over to Eli—who smiles smugly behind their coffee. The fury burning in his eyes dwindles as he looks back to the stranger—to his gaze, to his touch, to his pleading. Lloyd sucks in what looks like a shaky breath. His chest and body almost wobble while he shifts, as if unsure whether he should plant himself back in the chair or leap over the table and tackle Eli to the ground.

After a second, Lloyd speaks, his expression melting into a watery-eyed defeat.

“I can’t just leave it-“

“Then call your friends,” the stranger says. “Call them to take care of the problem. You promised me you wouldn’t rush off again.”

And just like that, all the fun drains from the area. Eli figures they should take their leave now, having decided that Lloyd’s torment is now a little more personal than what they care to involve themself in. Besides, they got their desired cup of coffee—no point in staying any longer, not with a conflict on the rise.

On the way out the door, Eli spies Lloyd’s date pulling him into a hug. They pause to consider their options, biting the inside of their cheek. Should they…?

They take note of the way Lloyd bristles with all the dignity of a drowned house cat, trapped in his companion’s embrace. Frankly, it appears as if it’s the only thing keeping him from acting with all the finesse of one too. His attention slides over to Eli, who decides that yes, they absolutely should do this.

With a simple open and close motion of their hand, Eli waves goodbye, smiling as they back out into the cool autumn air.

Lloyd’s eyes light back on fire. He snaps the plastic knife in half.

_________

For all the bragging and boasting surrounding the top-secret, high-security barriers that protect the Death Flute, retrieving it turns out to be relatively easy. Then again, Eli supposes that their powers make even the most inconceivable of feats easy, such as slipping past trained guards and Cyrus-Borg-on-a-tech-kick levels of puzzle locks. As always, the man’s creativity provides a shred of entertainment.

And, as always, there are setbacks.

The Earth Ninja and Ice Ninja dart through the trees, quicker than Eli’s eyes can reasonably trace. They’ve managed to escape the vault and tear their way through the forest that hides it—all while the ninja track them down at Lloyd’s beck and call. Part of them wants to be thankful that the lightning ninja hasn’t joined up with them…

But it’s drowned out by the focus required to avoid all of Zane’s ice spears. On its own, ice barely yields a threat. But out of all the other ninja, the speed with which he summons his element tends to give Eli the most trouble, second only to lightning.

The worst part of it all is that Zane is fully aware of his power. He illustrates as much when he lands an infuriating blow against Eli’s shoulder. Pain rockets through Eli’s arm with the guttering force of a firework. It explodes out across the back of his hand, forcing them to release their grasp on their book so that it falls into the mud beneath their feet. The ache of frustration pulses against their temple as they stumble back.

‘He’ll pay for that-’ Eli thinks, as blood roars in their ears.

That book is a high-value asset of Eli’s collection—intricately patterned stab binding, Metalonian paper, and a painted, marbled fore-edge that has lasted almost half of Eli’s lifespan. A book of such quality… they’re not easy to come by. Such a sleight is unforgivable and it seems only fair that Eli takes something of equal value from Zane.

“I’d apologize for how this is going to hurt,” Eli grinds out. They feel their powers rise like a deep breath, circulating through their body as they fixate on Zane’s internal functions. “But I don’t think I would mean it if I did.”

Almost effortlessly, Eli disconnects some of the less important wiring in Zane’s body. Not enough to severely damage him but enough to make him double over in pain.

A shredded gasp escapes from Zane’s throat as he crumbles, gripping his side.

“Zane!” Cole dashes over to kneel near him, quickly looking him over for the injury.

Eli doesn’t see much more than that as they take their leave, gritting their teeth at the thought of their lost book.

_________

The numb buzz of victory crawls through Eli’s veins even long after they complete their mission. Morta’s power thrums within their veins, deep and dark and dangerous in a way they hope they can rely on. It’s one of many options for them—in the long run, it might not even mean anything. It can always be just another false lead. But what is Eli’s life for if not trying everything they can?

Cautiously, Eli fishes the flute from their pockets. As if sensing the power it holds, a breeze whispers through the forest and seems to make the trees lean away. A blanket of clouds creeps over the edges of the sky, accompanied by a thundering roar that Eli would have mistaken for a storm had it not fallen into the voice of the Green Ninja.

“ELIAS!”

Lloyd appears amongst the coverts of trees and foliage as if cut from marble stone. He wears a face of justified rage as Eli has ever seen. The wind and the forest whip to life as if manipulated by the outpouring of his rage alone—his power burns and shimmers in his hands, blazing alight like a wildfire.

“Drop the flute!” Lloyd continues. He begins a slow, steady march toward Eli, braced for the inevitable.

A startled chuckle bubbles out of Eli’s chest. “I’m surprised you found me so fast, Green Ninja. I suppose I shouldn’t be, though. You have a knack for tracking down things that disagree with the nature of your element.”

Lloyd either doesn’t hear Eli over the whine of his powers or pretends not to. He comes to a stop a mere few steps from Eli—who grips the flute with white knuckles—and holds his hand out.

“Give me the flute, Elias,” Lloyd says. “It’s not worth your life.”

Eli takes one look at the golden-green flame flickering in Lloyd’s hand and shoves down the urge to laugh. “It’s worth more than you think.”

Lloyd’s face contorts into a scowl. He grits his teeth. The flame in his hand burns brighter.

“I’m not going to be polite a second time,” Lloyd says. “Give me the flute now. It’s not meant for hands like yours or mine.”

“Only you would think that, Lloyd.” Eli takes a step back as Lloyd takes a step forward. “Always the optimist, aren’t you? Can’t say the same for myself.”

An unmistakable flash of despair goes out across Lloyd’s features, disappearing as quickly as it appears. “Listen, I know how you feel-”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Eli says. “But let’s be honest, you’re not always the best judge of character. Or choices.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lloyd asks. His brows furrow downward into a glower.

“I think you know. But just in case you don’t, allow me to guess how happy your boyfriend is that you’ve run out on him.”

Lloyd flinches like he’s been speared through by Eli’s words. A wave of emotions passes over him in rapid succession before outwardly landing on unbridled fury. Lloyd charges forward in a blur and slams Eli back into a tree.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HIM!” Lloyd roars. “YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM!”

Crushed between Lloyd’s grip and the rough bark digging into their back, Eli manages to suck in a breath. They smirk and open their mouth to choke out something else to get on Lloyd’s nerves but fall short when their voice refuses their call. For one horrible second, Eli wonders if Lloyd’s hands have found their throat. They discover much worse.

“Let go,” Eli wheezes.

Lloyd’s eyes and hold on the flute turn to steel. “You first.”

A white-hot, wriggling panic makes its way into Eli’s stomach. It floods through their chest, shoulders, and brain, nearly drowning out all coherent thought. Think, think, think! They have to think. Eli grasps their powers and forces the ground beneath Lloyd’s feet to crumble. Lloyd braces himself against the sudden motion, careening backward as he takes the flute and Eli with him. What ensues is a most graceful scuffle.

Eli and Lloyd scrabble for purchase against the ground, practically going around in circles while locked in a tumultuous game of tug-of-war for the instrument of death. Neither of them gives an inch, and neither of them breaks contact.

And then Lloyd does something truly childish.

In one swift movement, he falls back onto the forest floor, pulls down every ounce of weight he can, and uses the abrupt momentum to kick Eli off of him and into a forward-flying somersault. Eli, for their part, grapples to land on their feet and fails—instead crashing fully onto their side with a dull thud. Pain crackles across their ribs. Gravel seems to scrape against their throat as they try to speak.

“You… juvenile…”

“Save your breath, Eli.” Lloyd slides to his feet, unhindered by the fight. He twirls the Death Flute around in his hands. “You’re going to need it for something other than playing first chair.”

A pained chuckle from Eli slices into the open air. “Alright, you’re funny. I’ll give you that. Thankfully, you’re not as smart or I would be in trouble.”

Lloyd manages to cock an eyebrow in response before the ground opens up and swallows his leg. He cries out in shock, bracing himself as best he can, even when the dirt and pebbles rip at the arms and knees of his clothes.

Eli feels their powers breathe through them and the rocky sediment of the forest. They rise to their feet, taking slow, steady strides to reach where they’ve trapped Lloyd.

“Stay back!” Lloyd holds out a hand as if it’ll do everything to keep Eli away. “Or I’ll-”

“Or you’ll what?” Eli asks.

Lloyd jerks the Death Flute up to his lips. It’s an unspoken threat—written in the way he stares Eli down, fingers trembling around the instrument’s body. A volley of laughter, tired yet uncontrolled, rolls through Eli’s shoulders at the sight.

“Go ahead, do it,” Eli says. “I don’t fear its power.”

Time ticks by in silence, save for the flowing of the breeze and the crinkling of the leaves. Lloyd keeps his eyes trained on Eli, his muscles pulled tautly, every fiber of his being purposeful and fixed. Eli allows themself to smile, even as they observe every one of Lloyd’s movements—down to the steady rise and fall of his chest. Finally, Lloyd takes a deep breath and puts the flute into playing position.

All of time slows to a stop—even the sky and the woods die into silence as Lloyd prepares to breathe the first note…

…and then Cole’s voice booms into the air.

“STOP!”

A blurry object comes flying out of the forest and careens straight into the side of Lloyd’s head. Two things fall to the ground in tandem—Morta’s Death Flute and the book Eli immediately recognizes as the one they’d lost earlier. They gather their powers and bring both objects into their hands.

Cole and Zane rocket into the clearing like twin streaks of light. Cole stomps to open up the ground, immediately setting Lloyd free, while Zane forms an icy barrier around all of them.

Lloyd hisses out an inaudible thanks between grit teeth, holding what must be a bruised and scraped arm. He hasn’t lost his usual stoicism, with his chin held high and shoulders kept straight. That is, until he sees the flute in Eli’s hand. He shakes his head, eyes blown wide with fear.

No.

“Eli, don’t-”

But Eli has long since made up their mind. They raise the flute to their lips and play the first note.

An unholy scream rips out of the Death Flute. A sharp, howling pain rends Eli’s chest. Their vision spins like a skipping record, the occasional white sparks flashing over it. And from the ground, the hands of the skeletons of the Underworld break through, leading the rest of their bodies to freedom. The sound of bones rattling and hoarse cackling reaches Eli’s ears as they look up.

They curse.

They’re still alive. Morta’s Death Flute has failed them.

Lloyd curses, even as he directs the other ninja into battle positions. Outnumbered ten to one, the ninja still come across as impressively menacing—battle-hardened bodies and calloused fists called to protect. Eli suspects they’ll get out of this with no problem. Still, they figure they shouldn’t make themself the final target, especially to Lloyd’s wrath.

“Isn’t this a predicament?” Eli’s voice sounds raspy and winded as they draw it from out of their lungs. “Though, it is a shame, I really must take my leave.”

“Eli!” Lloyd snaps. “Don’t you dare leave! Fix this mess.”

He hastily kicks a skeleton’s head clean off its shoulders. He turns to make a mad dash for Eli, only to be stopped short by another skeleton nearly yanking his arm out of his socket. Lloyd growls and begins to wail against the poor creature’s ribs. By the time he’s finished, Eli has vanished.

That’s something Eli holds up above him to some degree.

They know the forest well. They know how to enter and exit without leaving a trace, how to disappear from someone’s sight in utter silence. That’s exactly what they do for the ninja. They march along one of the many unmarked paths as quickly as their lingering pain will allow them until the city becomes visible once more.

As they go, they flip through the pages of their book, closely examining the damage. While mud stains the occasional passage and the strings fray in a few places, they soon realize that it may not be irreparable—a little extra-fine cleaning should fix most of it.

A warm sort of relief flowers up in Eli’s chest, even in spite of their failure.

‘Well,’ Eli thinks as they jog out onto the sidewalk. They may not have gotten what they wanted from this whole mess but at least they’ve escaped with something of value.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago oc #hails' writing

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