Simon Riley who REFUSES to let you turn the lights off during sex. Absolutely not. Not his partner. The first night you two end up in bed together, it starts out hot and messy. Just a simple date that led to more, clothes tugged off in the entryway of your apartment, lips and tongues messily pressed against each other's.
When you walk with him into your room, you flip the light switch off. You don't even think about it, it's sort of just habit, whether you're masturbating or having a quick hookup with some bloke from the bar, the lights go off. Simon pulls away from you quickly though, and you can see his strong brows furrowing even through the dark.
"What's tha' for, lovie?"
You hum in response, though you can take a guess as to what he's talking about. You're just ready to get started, no time for this conversation.
"The lights. Why'd ya turn 'em off."
"It's just... Something I do."
Your tone is clearly laced with insecurity. It's pathetic. Simon's big hand reaches over you to flick that light switch back on. Then his movements are gentler. Less hurried, more precise, less messy. He runs his hands over your body like you're something to worship. And he tells you about it too.
"Fuuuckkk lovie, I ever tell you how much I love this ass?"
"Fuck me, I could squeeze this throat all night long, pet."
"That mouth migh' just be my favorite thing about ya, sweetheart."
Simon Riley will not let his love feel any less that how he sees them. Ever. And if you ever think so, he'll fuck it right out of ya. Slow and special. His favorite way.
“I’m twice your age Mako…” She whispered against his lips, the both of them teetering over the edge of that first, finite kiss that would change everything. Mako blindly took her empty cup out of her hands and set it away without losing her gaze. His eyes were slowly traveling to her lips with no other intention other than to kiss them.
“I know, I’ve counted….”
Chief Beifong catches Mako working overtime during the holidays.
RATED E, (Mako/ Lin Beifong), Age Difference, Forbidden Attraction, Mako is 30 Lin is Retired, Office S*x
— Your eyes widened in shock and anger to what your own lover had said.
Your lover, who said it without an single emotion on his face, nor in his voice. That really angered and saddened you, mostly angry but not really much sad.
“How could you even say that motionless? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?!” you yelled at your lover, your eyes bulit up tears. Your lover was unfazed by your yelling and stared at your pitiful self.
“i had said what I said.” he closed his eyes and turned to the door, planning to leave because of the majority of work he has to do.
That is until you said....
“Did you really have to be that honest?” the moment you said that the built up tears were spilling and slid your cheeks.
He stopped in his tracks for a matter of seconds and then continued on without an care.
—POSEIDON (SNV).
no happy endings, sorry !
This is also my first time writing, if there is any grammatical errors then Im sorry </3
Poseidon's the only one I can think of in here....
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Scar woke up.
He was no longer in the dark space that tore at his lungs and dismembered his thoughts. He was home, tangled in his sheets with Jellie sleeping at the foot of his bed.
Did any of that even happen? Scar thought to himself, sitting up slowly. His muscles were still tender, but if it was from filling in the Cherry hole or the Vex incident, he wasn’t sure.
“Hi, Jellie.” Scar murmured, and the cat stretched, chirping as she settled in his lap, purring loudly. “Yeah, it’s been a weird week. I hope it’s over.”
Scar’s communicator pinged, and he reached to the bedside table to look at it.
Grian: Cool build Scar! Looks awesome!!
Grian: Fits in nice with the aesthetic of the nether portal
“What?” Scar said, his stomach dropping. He hadn’t built anything lately, especially not on Black Sands Island. Jellie meowed at him, rubbing her cheek against his communicator.
Panic raced through Scar’s mind. The Void version of himself, the time in the endless expanse, it was all real. What did he build? Throwing off the covers, Scar stumbled to his feet. He reached for his jacket, but it didn’t hang on the back of the door like usual.
“No,” Scar said staring at the empty hook before throwing open the door and fumbling with fireworks and his Elytra. “No, no no no! This can’t be happening. This- it- it can’t be.”
Finally managing to light the firework, Scar took off, clipping the side of the volcano in his rush. He saw the build as soon as he flew past the tip of the volcano. A pure black column, the size of a chunk, was rooted right beside Black Sand Island, the bottom extending and swallowing part of the island. The rest of the column went into the sky to build height, and Scar could only assume that it also went to bedrock. Grian was on the base, hopping from block to block and examining the base of the pillar. Scar landed on the sand beside it, his legs shaking.
“Scar!” Grian called out with a smile and a wave. “This is amazing! How in the world did you get bedrock into this build?”
Scar didn’t answer, instead covering his mouth in shock. The build was formed of various black blocks, like coal, concrete, concrete powder, obsidian and bedrock. It was imposing, looming over everything and making panic rise in Scar’s chest.
“Scar?” Grian asked, hopping off a block of bedrock to walk to his friend’s side. “Are you alright? You look pale.”
Scar just shook his head, unable to form a coherent thought. Panic buzzed in his veins and blurred his thoughts. Oscar had done this in a day. What else had he done? What were his plans? He felt weak. How had he gotten bedrock? What else could he do?
“Do you need to sit down?” Grian asked, already helping Scar onto the soft sand. “Do you want me to get Cub?”
“No,” Scar said, remembering Oscar’s threats. His fists clenched around the black sand. “I just… didn’t build this.”
“Wait, really?” Grian asked, looking surprised. “I thought I saw you working on it yesterday. Are you pulling a joke on me?”
Scar bit his lip. Did he tell Grian? He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. He opened his mouth to say something, but the whooshing of rockets interrupted him. Xisuma landed on the sand nearby, taking off his helmet and staring in awe at the pillar.
“Isn’t it stunning?” Grian asked with a wide smile and gestured to the pillar, oblivious to Scar’s panic. Xisuma frowned and looked at Scar.
“Did you build this?” Xisuma asked, looking at Scar, worry crossing his face. Scar shook his head and looked at the ground, nervous.
“Hey Grian?” Xisuma asked.
“Yeah?”
“I need to talk to Scar for a bit, if that’s okay?”
Grian smiled, looking more concerned. Taking the hint, he said: “Sure! I’m working on Sahara today anyways, so it’s time for me to go. See ya!”
Xisuma waited until Grian had flown far enough away, before sitting on the ground in front of Scar. Scar hugged himself tighter. Even if Xisuma was a Void Walker, both the Void and Oscar made it clear that he couldn’t tell anyone what was going on.
“Hey,” Xisuma said softly. “I wasn’t talking to you yesterday, was I?”
Scar hugged himself tighter, looking away from Xisuma’s soft gaze. He bit his lip, refusing to answer.
“The Void was different around them,” Xisuma continued. “It was colder than usual. You’re also not as rude.”
Scar snorted a little at that, but still said nothing. Oscar was very rude.
“Scar, I don’t know what’s going on with the Void or the other you, but I want to help-”
“I can’t tell you what they’re doing.” Scar said, tears slipping down his face despite his best efforts. “They said they’ll perma-kill whoever I told. I can’t have that happen to you. You can’t help me.”
Xisuma said nothing, simply moving closer and wrapping Scar in a big hug. Scar froze, then fell into Xisuma’s embrace, clutching onto the Void Walker with desperation.
“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Xisuma muttered, and Scar shoved his face deeper into Xisuma’s shoulder, touch starved. Xisuma hugged back, a solid foundation as Scar simply ignored everything that had happened that week and savoured the moment of support.
“Thank you,” Scar muttered after a few minutes and let go of the hug, sitting up on his own. He wiped a stray tear away and smiled. “Really.”
Xisuma smiled back. “Any time. Can I ask a favour of you?”
Scar frowned a little. “I can’t do much,” he admitted.
“That’s okay. I was hoping for company while working on some server issues,” Xisuma said, “Can I stay with you while you build?”
Can I stay and make sure you’re okay? Was what Xisuma was really trying to say, and Scar smiled.
“That would be great.” Scar said. “Can we go to Cherry? I need to rebuild shop.”
“Of course.” Xisuma said.
The bedrock in Scar’s inventory was heavy. His chest felt lighter, however, knowing he had a friend to help him if anything went wrong.
The grey mask in Cub’s hand was hot. It buzzed with magic and burnt against his skin. Vex whispered around him, swirling in his head in an unpleasant tickling manner.
Where is he? The Vex demanded. He hasn’t answered our calls.
“I don’t know.” Cub responded, his own mask already on his face.
He needs to come. The Vex snarled. Blue lit up his vision, and Scar’s mask grew hotter in his hands, glowing with untapped magic. Cub’s mask was cool against his face.
“I know.”
Bring him to us. He is not answering our call. He needs us.
Cub sighed. The Vex were always so impatient. Scar had been avoiding the call all week and that was a dangerous game. If the Vex called, you had to answer. Cub didn’t know what would happen if they didn’t. He didn’t want to find out.
“He’s been avoiding me.” Cub admitted. The Vex hissed. Cub placed the mask on the table. It shook with untapped power.
“Me? Never.” A familiar voice said.
“Scar!” Cub said, and turned his own mask to the side, blinking the blue tint out of his vision. He smiled upon seeing his friend leaning against the doorway. Scar’s jacket was cloaked on his shoulders, and he tipped his hat in greeting.
The Vex screamed louder, seeming to be in outrage. Cub ignored this, overjoyed to see his friend.
“You changed your hair,” Cub said, and gave a little tug on the ponytail his friend now wore. Scar’s smile didn’t quite reach his blue eyes.
Blue eyes? Cub thought for a split moment. Must be leftover tint from Vex. Scar has green eyes.
“Needed a change of pace,” Scar said with a light laugh, and embraced his friend. “I thought my hair was a good place to start.”
“It looks good.” Cub smiled. He had missed his friend. “And you’re still my friend, pigtails or ponytails or no tails at all.”
Scar laughed again. “Glad to hear it. It would be so tragic if a ponytail ruined our friendship.”
“Maybe now you’re going for ponytails, I can start doing pigtails.” Cub gently split his beard into two sections, mimicking the pigtails Scar usually wore. “What do you think?”
“I think you better stick with a normal beard. Those pigtails might drive us apart.” Scar nudged Cub in a teasing manner. Cub rolled his eyes while smiling.
“Anyways,” Cub said, and held out Scar’s Vex mask. “I’m assuming this is what you came for?”
“You bet.” Scar said, a wicked smile overcoming his face. He looked at the mask greedily.
Cub frowned, suddenly uneasy. The Vex, instead of calming as they usually did when the two answered their calls, screamed louder as Scar grabbed the mask. Cub winced at the unintelligible noise, growing steadily the longer Scar held the mask. Scar didn’t seem bothered by the noise. It was almost if he couldn’t hear the Vex screaming at all.
“Is something the matter, Cub?” Scar asked, looking worried. His blue eyes met Cub’s brown.
Scar doesn’t have blue eyes. Cub thought. Scar doesn’t wear his hair in a ponytail.
“No,” Cub said.
“That’s good,” Scar said, and donned the Vex mask. “I wouldn’t want any problems.”
The mask slid easily over Scar’s face and for the first time in a very long time, Cub couldn’t hear the Vex at all.
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Xisuma watched from the sidelines of the Cherry shop as Scar built. He had command screens open, but there really wasn’t anything to work on. He was there to keep an eye on Scar, and both of them knew it. Whatever Scar was building, it wasn’t Cherry.
The dopplegänger from yesterday had made quick work of their pillar, but Scar worked slow and thoughtfully. Even when forced to build something under ransom, Scar was the only person Xisuma knew that would still take his time in making it look good. He watched Scar hum and haw over placing a block of obsidian or bedrock.
“Maybe another block of coal?” Xisuma offered.
“Yeah, that’d look right.” Scar agreed and gazed into the distance for a moment before pulling coal from his inventory. “Thanks!”
Xisuma didn’t ask how Scar had bedrock or seemingly endless supplies of black materials. He knew the Void provided it to him, and if there wasn’t a need for conflict with the Void then Xisuma would rather avoid it. He wasn’t sure what It was up too. He had never known It to force players to build before, and certainly not to replace players.
A cold feeling crept into his chest, and Xisuma stood, startled. The Void was contacting him? Now? The Void never contacted him while he was with people. To speak to the Void was sacred, and It usually called out to him when he was alone.
“Hey Scar?” Xisuma called out, and Scar turned around. He was about 50 blocks into the air on his tower, the walls made but the middle hollow.
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to pass out for a couple of seconds, okay?” Xisuma’s breath was short, the cold overriding his lungs and spreading into his veins. He’d fall unconscious to speak with the Void, and he didn’t want to scare Scar.
Scar looked distressed. “What?”
“The Void. When it speaks, it usually knocks me unconscious.” Xisuma said, his head buzzing. His joints ached with cold, and he winced as he called out, the freezing burning his limbs. The Void didn’t wait. Despite his best efforts, Xisuma curled in on himself, the pain overriding his determination to seem fine. Gasping for air and trying to hold onto consciousness, he didn’t hear Scar land beside him.
“Xisuma? Xisuma?” Scar’s panicked voice reached his ears, but it was too late.
God, he hated this part of being a Void Walker. The pain that came with speaking to the Void was unbearable. He felt himself slump against Scar, and suddenly he was surrounded by darkness.
Floating in the emptiness, Xisuma took a deep breath, placing his head in his hands. He had probably scared Scar senseless. He didn’t know what the Void wanted, and Its recent actions towards Scar scared him.
“That would be like killing yourself.” Xisuma realized. Scar’s dopplegänger was the result of the Vex trying to control the Void and failing. The Void couldn’t destroy Itself.
The Void was silent.
“You need me to kill the other Scar.” Xisuma said softly. He had never killed someone before.
I n̴e͜e͢d y͜oư make the͏ ̕H̴os̀t̀ ͞ki̸ll t̴h͘e͏ ̢Vex C̀hild. To brin̶g ͠t́hemse͠lve҉s̸ b̵a̛ck͝ to̡ ͝one ͘b́e̵in͡g.̶ Or ̢the͡ V͞e͟x C̷h͘il͟d́ ̕w͘i̶l͘l͟ ͜destr̢oy ́th̛e̕ ̶un͘i̧verse҉ ̀ùnd͟e͞r ҉my ͏na͘m͡e̸,͝ ̷a͠n͘d̕ your ͢f͢rien̷d̕s w̵i͡l͘l̢ ̷d͜i͡e a̛long͘sid͡e̡ ͜i̷t.̸
“But how do we kill something that’s Vex and Void magic?” Xisuma asked.
Y̗̥͍̕ou̷̦̻͎̟̱ ̲̦͓͇m̫͓̤̻̬̕ụ͘ş̱̙͎̤t̷̥-̵--
A sudden burst of magic tore Xisuma from the Void, and he screamed the cold searing his limbs and burning his lungs and he was being torn to pieces atom by atom and he wouldn’t survive this he w o u l d n’ t-
Xisuma’s eyes flew open, and he saw Scar hovering over him, blue eyes filled with concern. Xisuma rolled onto his side, coughing and gasping for air as the phantom pains of being torn from the Void wracked his body. He clumsily tore his helmet off his head, tears leaking from his eyes as he pressed his forehead to the Endstone, trying to find some grounding.
“Oh my god,” Scar said, relief overcoming him. “Thank goodness you’re awake. I was so worried.”
Still wheezing, Xisuma winced at the sickly-sweet stench of Chorus fruit. He tried to focus on Scar and rolled back onto his back to face his friend.
“Scar,” Xisuma said, and Scar looked at him, concerned. “Scar, I know what to do.”
“And what’s that?”
“The Void doesn’t want you to build those pillars, it’s the dopplegänger. You have to kill him before he ruins the server.”
“Correct.” Scar said, impassively.
“…What?” Xisuma’s heart sank, his heart pounding in panic. Why was Scar so calm?
Xisuma sat up, leaning heavily on the Endstone beside him.
Endstone? Wait. That’s not right. He was just at Cherry and-
“Fuck,” Xisuma said, putting the pieces together. Oscar smiled, leaning over Xisuma, who was too exhausted to defend himself.
“I’m part of the Void, remember? I can sense when you’re speaking to it. I knocked Scar out, got Cub to move you here under the guise of a prank, and now you’re stuck.”
Xisuma didn’t answer, instead attempting to pull up his admin screens. Typing in the first command he thought of, Xisuma cursed when it didn’t go through.
[ COMMAND NOT RECONIZED. ]
“You didn’t really think I was that stupid, did you?” Oscar rolled his eyes, standing and pulling up his own admin screens.
“Oh! Look here! It seems the only admin on the server is…. BadTimesWithScar! Good news, Xisuma! No one can interfere now.” He snarled.
Xisuma’s heart sank.
“Wait, do you know what you’re doing? You’ll ruin everything, including your chance at living here. It’ll all be gone!”
“I know.” Oscar said. “I’ll see you in Hell when I get there.”
Xisuma scampered to his feet, reaching for Oscar, but he teleported himself outside the iron bars that surrounded Xisuma’s prison.
“Please, you can’t do this!” Xisuma called out, holding onto the iron bars. “We can work something out, just listen to me! Everything will be gone!”
Oscar looked up from his admin screens, uninterested. Instead of responding, he gave a mock salute and disappeared, teleporting to who knows where.
He loves a good toffee in the morning. And the way rockets crumble when he bites them. A Cadbury egg in the evening.
But the thing he craves most after a long day is to sink his teeth into a sweet bird. Bite and lap and suck and never let go. He's a woman's man, what can he say?
Enter you. The sweet, plump lass behind the counter at his favorite candy store. He could stand in the store open to close if it meant getting to stay in your presence just a bit longer. Sitting there and watching you stride around the store, restocking all the candies. Gummy bears, MilkyWays, Tootsie Pops. How many licks it would it take him to get to your center?
And boy would he fuckin' lap at you. You're the sweetest sucker he could ever imagine. He would grab you, bend you over that front counter, mark you up so anyone who comes in the store knows you're his.
You would melt in his mouth AND in his hands when he got his mouth on your gumdrop. Sweet and tart on his tongue as you fall apart, his tongue is a lifesaver after a long day. Once he gets his hands on you, he can't stop, touching you constantly, now and later, on a spree of ravaging every inch of you. And he could only imagine how those wax lips would feel on him, down his chest, lower, lower...
"Is there anything I can help you find?"
Fuck. What he really needs now is something to hide the very obvious hard on in his pants. His cock is straining against his zipper uncomfortably, and you looking up at him like that certainly isn't helping.
"Ah'm okay, lass, just deciding what I wanna get today."
You. He wants to get you and take you home and never let you leave. He could find someone to run the shop in your absence, he has connections. Tie you up to his bed, ropes red like licorice...
"Alright! Well let me know if you need any help!"
Fuckkkk. He's gonna get his teeth in you soon, birdie.
Haven't been able to jork it in like a week so I'm hornyposting sorry
Can NOT stop thinking about loser virgin Konig. Loser virgin Konig who has TRIEDDD to get someone, but he's so nervous, and when he has the opportunity to have sex, he scares ladies away. Whether it be his size, or just how eager he is. This ends in him being a 30 year old virgin who's ungodly repressed.
When he finally gets with you, he's SO nervous about scaring you away. He actually pushes off sex with you for a while, but it ends up just making him more nervous. He loves you so much, liebe, he just can't bare the thought of losing you.
This all culminates though in needy that get him off just a little. He could cum in his pants from just a kiss gone too deep. God forbid you sit on his lap, or cuddle against him. Y'all cuddle in bed, and you can feel his half hard cock, way too big for still being partially soft, grinding against your ass. You don't think he even realizes he's doing it. He's half asleep, and your plush ass is pressed right against him, and scheiße, it just feels so good, and he's already leaking precum through his boxers.
When he finally does get to touch you, this man is HUNGRY. He puts it in and cums A LOT on that first thrust, and he's so embarrassed, and he's so sorry schatz, you just feel so good, and he swears he'll make it up to you. Mmmm Loser Konig who fucks you until he's crying, and he can stop anytime, he's on top, but his body won't let him, he needs this so bad.
"Babe, can you run out and buy me some pads with wings?"
Phillip looks up from the game at your call from the bathroom. Pads with wings. ...He can do that.
20 minutes later, that man prances into the bathroom with a grin on his face, pads in one hand and... A takeout box in the other.
"Got ya what you asked for darlin. Pads and wings."
...
...
...
Chicken wings. He bought you chicken wings. It takes you a minute to realize, and then before you know it, you're doubled over laughing. He just looks at you, brows furrowed as he tries to figure out what's so damn funny.
"Phil, no, I meant pads with wings."
"That's what I got ya, babydoll. What, you ain't hungry no more?"
All you can do is reiterate what you said again. Phillip, of course, just gets more fed up with you.
"Darlin, that's what I got right here. Pads with wings. Are we eatin' or no?"
