push past your limits !

liv ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ 24 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ yami lvr ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[quinloki]

“Kiss me,” he says, sly grin slipping across his lips. “I’m dying here.”

The steady beeps from the monitors indicate otherwise, the sterile environment of the hospital, the smell of salve and bandages. The IV in his arm, the cuts and bruises beneath it all.

“You’re quite stable, actually.” You tease, brushing his hair away from his face. “The doctors say you’ll—.”

“My soul,” he says, the confidence on his face slipping, quiet desperation peeking through. “My body’s fine,” he asserts, the small wince of pain in his eyes as he reaches out to you, his hand warm against your cheek.

“My soul needs you.” The words are pleading, this ever strong and endlessly confident man almost breaking in front of you. “Please.”

You lean down, eyes held in his gaze, his hand shifting to the back of your neck. Your fingers twine between his other hand, keeping it on the bed so he doesn’t move more and cause himself more pain. The relief in his expression as you close the distance, blood rushing to your face, the heat radiating between you.

“Careful,” he says softly, and you don’t know if he means it for him or you, but you turn your head so he doesn’t have to, the soft hum in his chest tingles your lips as they press against his.

Maybe it was everything up to this, maybe it was because it was just so tender and careful, but the sweet warmth, the deep relief that rolls down your spine has you leaning into it a little more than you meant to.

Maybe your soul needed it as much as his.

[dorkszn]

sleeping between LOGAN and WADE means getting absolutely sandwiched. they’re both 6’2 and both superheroes? yeah you’re getting crushed.

LOGAN sleeps behind you. His arms around your body and his large, rough hands on your stomach, practically absorbing your body heat. His face buried in your hair or your neck. Your back against his chest. Don’t even think for a second that you might be able to get up without waking him up. You’re not. He’s holding you like a teddy bear, you’re not escaping. He definitely growls in his sleep. And trust, him and Wade are gonna sleep as naked as possible. In nothing but their boxers, maybe a t-shirt. Skin to skin sleep for them >>>

WADE on the other hand, lays in front of you. His legs tangled in yours and his arm slung over you and Logan’s bodies. Your face practically stuffed into his chest or neck. He’d hug you if Logan didn’t entirely have you in his possession. So he just forces his way into y’all’s cuddling as much as possible. Logan definitely grumbles about it into your skin but he doesn’t do anything about it besides scratch stab him occasionally.

There’ll be nights where Wade manages to steal you and Logan “reluctantly” hooks onto him so he can hold you. And best believe, Logan turned your bed into a somewhat nest so there will never be a warmer place to be. Or when you lay at an angle, your head on Wade’s chest and Logan’s hands on your hips and thighs. Either way, you’re stuck between them and you’re never escaping.

[ciricearts]

old man jason as promised AAAA

[spaceknifes]

the boys are coming back !!!!

[yamiswinebottle]

seven minutes in heaven || yami x reader

no warnings, just a bit suggestive :3

“We’re captains. We shouldn’t be playing these stupid games-“

“Oh, looks like it landed on you and Yami, Strictly.”

Nozelle’s nickname for you would’ve made you protest, if it wasn’t for the other captains cheering for you and Yami to get in the closet. 7 Minutes in Heaven was the game of the night for this week, which you found absolutely ridiculous. You were all adults, yet you found yourselves so bored that you had to play a teenager’s game? Honestly.

You grumbled and crossed your arms as you were pushed into the tight space with your coworker. “This is so stupid… Grown adults playing kid’s games like we’ve never had our first kiss…”

Basically chest to chest, you had nowhere to run. You could barely even turn your head from him in mock disgust. However, you could feel the beat of his heart hammering against your own, breaths falling heavy past his lips.

“You know, Yami,” you started, a smirk playing on the corner of your lips, “From the way you were breathing, I’d say you’re nervous.” Of course, you hadn’t really thought this, only wanting to psyche him out— however, the hitch in his breath told you there was more honesty behind your words than you had previously thought.

“Yah, because a guy who has cut countless enemies in half with one Dark Slash is nervous in a closet with a… nice looking person,” he mocked. Though he was smug and nonchalant, you could tell that there was something he was hiding. Something he wasn’t telling you…

“Then prove it,” you challenged, not wanting to back down now, “Kiss me.”

That took you both off guard. Under his intense gaze, you began to backtrack. “Wait, I mean- if you want—“

“Oh,” he started, “I want.” As the words came out of his mouth, confusing the hell out of you, suddenly a strong arm was wrapped around your middle, pressing you two flush together. If there was room to breathe before, there was definitely none now. Sharp breaths fell past your lips, Yami’s hand getting dangerously close to fondling your ass. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn all the time, you’d be able to see what’s in front of you.”

“Yami~” Gods, maybe if you had gotten some action in the last year you wouldn’t have moaned out his name with just a light touch to your ass. However, the lack of attention to your crotch made you squeeze your legs together in need of friction and focus. And what did he mean that you were blind to what was in front of your face? You couldn’t even think about the meaning of his words right now. His body was way too damn distracting!

“Shit, your hands are fucking huge…” You hadn’t really meant to say it out loud, but there was no stopping you now. All shame had flown out the window.

“Oh, I’ll show you just what these huge hands can do—“

“Alright, times up! Oh, someone’s gotten a bit comfortable now haven’t we?”

You grumbled as you passed Nozelle on the way out, followed by a cooler than a cucumber Yami with his hands behind his head, smirking. He knew where he’d be visiting tonight.

And he knew you’d be waiting for him outside your team’s castle to lead him up to your room, too.

[cringeyvanillamilk]

Best goth boi! 👑✨

[nellielsss]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ˳༄꠶

Summary: Your captain loves nothing more than spending the night with you in his bed! Although, he wishes that you weren't so hellbent on keeping this thing a secret... A drabble semi-inspired by Touch My Body by Mariah Carey only it's much more intimate and less playful. Author's note: the amount of brainrot I've been having over Yami omfg 😭 😭 I've been OBSESSED with Black Clover and it's possibly worse than JJK... speaking of, I know this doesn't include the JJK crowd, but a girl can still explore her interests!! This also might be very ooc for Yami but IDGAF this is my perception of him. IDGAF if this flops I JUST NEED HIM TO FUCK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!!!!! Pairing: Yami Sukehiro x fem!reader CW: gentle sex, pet names, praising

🪽 Nσɯ ρʅαყιɳɠ…

"Thwap. Thwap. Thwap."

╰┈➤ Those were the sounds that were echoing throughout the Captain's quarters, and there was no way one could mistake them for the sound of anything but Captain Yami's thick, monstrous cock thrusting in and out of you.

"Y-Yami~ Captain Yami~" you gasped, looking over your shoulder at the Captain of the Black Bulls as he fucked--no, made love to you. For a guy who weighed close to 230 pounds, he could be quite gentle with you in bed.

And he had to be, because there was no way that he could harm his pretty little Bull, not when he A. needed you to go out on a mission soon and B. desperately wanted your trust. The latter reason was his cover for going slow if asked about it, at least, because the real reason was much more embarrassing for the prideful captain to admit.

He was in love with you, of course! He's actually had a crush on you ever since he saw you, but he'd never admit to it; he had a reputation to uphold.

"There you go, you've got it, sweets," he said in that deliciously husky voice of his as he gripped your hips and moved you back and forth on his girth. "Fuck, I don't even know how I could repay you for this, pretty girl... letting some big, ugly brute like me have a sweet taste of your body," he murmured, leaning down and pressing sweet kisses to your neck. "Don't even know why you'd agree to see me in private and let me do you in like this, you're way too fucking amazing for me," he thought aloud with a dry chuckle. Even in the throes of passion, he still found a way to be self-deprecating.

"Y-You're not ugly, S-Suke- gah~!" you gasped, feeling him press the head of his cock against your sweet spot for a few moments.

"Whatever you say, princess," he chuckled, relishing the feel of your spongy spot against his tip. "Fuuuck, looks like I found your sweet spot, eh? I'll make sure to make it even sweeter," he added, pulling your hips closer and thrusting as deep as he possibly could.

You buried your face in the pillows that he'd bought for your comfort, much too embarrassed by the sounds you were making. "I don't want my captain losing any sleep when there's missions to be completed," was what you told him when you were at the market.

So sweet to him, was what he first thought. Even when you were practically insulting him with your "compliments," he could still see right through the prickliness and find the gooey inside of your words. He'd never had anyone care for him like this--not since the Wizard King was his captain, and that was because the King had a weird obsession with his dark magic. Sure, you were bound by the respect expected of a captain's subordinate, but you took it a step further and personally cared for him.

He knew it from the moment you joined the Black Bulls and showed what you were made of that he'd somehow get you in his arms & his bed, and when that day came, it was the happiest day of his life, because now he could make sweet, sweet love to you every single night. Even when you complained and made a fuss about it, he could just throw you over his shoulder and carry you to his bedroom.

His sheer strength came in handy, because now he was giving you deep, steady strokes, his thick, tanned cock rubbing against your walls deliciously, making you feel things you didn't think were humanly possible

For such a brute, he could be so sweet, but that was because he wanted to repay you for your sweetness.

"Hey, pretty, don't hide your face from me," he crooned, gently grabbing your chin mid-stroke and making you look at him. He smiled fondly when he caught the unabashed love and lust in your eye, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I wanna see my pretty when I make her eyes roll back in her head."

There was it, that cocky streak that he had.

His cockiness could be justified, though; with the sounds you were making, one could imagine that you were ascending to heaven.

"D-Don't tease m'like that, Y-Yami, you know how... flustered I get," you whimpered, stuttering while trying to make your thoughts known. It was so impossible to speak or even think properly with the way he was digging into your guts.

"I know, I know, pretty, but good god is it amazing to see you melt away when I fuck your pretty brains out," he said, the words flowing off his tongue like honey.

He leaned down again and pressed his lips to yours this time, his huge arms wrapping around you even tighter and holding you to him. Was it blatant favoritism? Yes; was it probably going against the rules? Also yes; but neither of you cared, not even a little right now.

Not when he could make his subordinate moan his name over and over again when he made her cum.

His abs flexed and relaxed, his pecs felt hard and soft against your back, and you were just loving every single second of this. No matter how bratty or prickly you got with him, there was nothing like having him dick you down every single night without a care in the world, knowing that you could come to him any time you needed some stress relief or a shoulder to cry on or a dick to ride on. Looking at you now while he sat up straighter, hand still on your head and guiding you back and forth on his cock, he smiled softly once more. In that moment of sweet, unabashed bliss, Yami Sukehiro vowed to someday make you his officially, to show the world that you were his prized girlfriend, the woman who made his heart melt every time he so much as sensed your Ki.

His thoughts were interrupted by that familiar feeling of you squeezing and spasming around his thick pole. "Y-Yami, please-"

"I know, baby, I've got you, I've got you. Yami's got you," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips, his nose burying in your hair and sighing softly. "C'mon, cum on your captain's cock."

Those words were enough to make you arch your back and throw your head back with a loud, heavenly moan, babbling out his name while tears flowed down your cheeks.

"There we go, thaaat's it, cum on m'cock like I know you wanna," he cooed a bit louder this time. Watching and feeling you cum around his cock never got old, and it was enough to make him cum as well with a raspy grunt. "Shit, baby, you got me cumming so soon. I was gonna wait, but, oh well; might as well say fuck it," he said after emptying his balls into your eager hole.

He sighed a sigh of relief once his orgasm passed, and he pressed several kisses to your neck while chuckling softly. "Goddamn it, princess--I fuckin' love you."

"Love you too, Yami," you murmured, too fucked out of your head to even process the aftermath of your heavenly orgasm.

"I know you do," he whispered, rolling you over and kissing you. He kissed your lips over and over again, his cock still buried deep inside of you. "One day, I swear to god, I'll show the world how much I love you. Make all those other uptight captains wish that they had what we have."

Possibly the best part of your night was when you fell asleep in his arms, his body entirely entangled with yours all sweaty and sticky. No matter how sticky you were, he would never give a shit about it. He'd hold you just the same.

"So pretty when you sleep," he said with a soft kiss to the forehead.

Your dear friend and fellow Black Bull, Vanessa, didn't miss the soft glow that graced your gorgeous features when you made your way into the dining hall and to breakfast. "Good morning," you said to everyone with a smile on your face, grabbing a plate and getting the food that you were in need of.

"Is it just me, or is she way nicer than she normally is?"

"Right? Her mood's usually worser than Yami's, especially in the morning..."

"It must be nice to be in love," Vanessa sighed, setting aside her bottle of alcohol for a moment. The other Bulls looked at Vanessa with confusion, the observation making them look at each other as well.

"The hell is she talkin' about?"

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[prs-revenge]

It's been a while since i've drawn Noelley!

[yamiswinebottle]

yami + seven minutes in heaven 😝

[krossan]

[veryverymantis]

2 hours illustration

[ohnatu-bc]

I won't even comment that one. I need sleep.

[umbraria]

Valkyrie Noelle Silva

[ishi-14]

More Finral doodles!!1!1

[meircury]

You know we're gonna be, gonna be golden ~ 🎵

making the girls version, I love drawing woman 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

You can check your idol version with bulls man here

[spaceknifes]

noelle practice doodles

[hehedoesntdrawhere]

the black bulls miniatures!