#also no need to match length fr

[bitchfiits]

he’d been standing in the doorway of the kitchen, amusement gleaming in his eye as he admired his wife from afar. his wife, still such a foreign phrase to vincent — never thought he’d see the day until he met audrey. a light, his light, the vivacious young thing that made his life a little less dreary. could even recount the exact moment he knew she was the one ... a dinner similar to the very one unfolding before him. her hair a little longer then, his a little shorter; but it was her contentment, how she carried herself from the sway of her hips to that canorous hum that made him realize it was a moment he wanted to witness over and over again for the rest of his life. and fuck, her smile. her laugh. the way her nose scrunched when she got nervous. she was perfect, so perfect he couldn't even wait to get his hands on her, arms snaking around her frame as a low hum sounded. “m’sorry, m’sorry. you want me to head back out and wait another twenty? took a few acting classes in college. think i could put on the performance of a lifetime.” he caught her gaze, offered a smile before his head dipped to bury in the crook of her neck. “work was work, would’ve rather been here with you,” corny? yes, but it was true — couldn’t stop thinking about her, couldn’t stop thinking about that morning either and how he wished he could’ve stayed just a little while longer, given her the same amount of attention she did him. he’d make up for it, tried to now as he left a trail of quick kisses along her neck. “how was my girl?” large palm met the small of her back, lips meeting the curve of her jaw as a strong nudge drew her closer. any closer and the two would’ve been fused together. he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way, although he found just enough self control to draw his head back. after all, he couldn’t let such hard work go unnoticed, glance tossed at the stove. “can’t believe you did all this, baby. bet it’s going to taste delicious.” as grateful as he was, he had other things on his mind. why not test the waters? “think i might be craving something a little different right now though.”

open to: males. 30+

plot: fluffy domestic newlyweds things. (  or check source for a similar plot. )

muse: audrey vaughn ( florence pugh ) 25. college student.

note: please don’t like my starters & i can switch to beta editor if wanted!

𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 𝙋𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝙄𝙓 and the blonde is currently found in the luxurious kitchen of their home, wooden spoon in hand as she stirs the mouthwatering dish she’s currently making for her and her husband. her other half was only supposed to be back from work in twenty minutes, which gave audrey just enough time to finish the recipe she’d found on pinterest to surprise him with. she’s swaying to the music she’d turn on while she cooked, a small hum leaving her lips as she stirred the pesto based sauce. it wasn’t anything too extravagant but she knows her lover adored pasta and she has a hunch that he was going to love this as well. placing the spoon on the counter, she’s about to add the uncooked noodles to the pot of boiling water when she feels a pair of arms wrapping around her waist. a small gasp passes her lips before she melts into his embrace, knowing the familiar touch was his almost right away. ❝ baby! you weren’t supposed to be here yet,❞ she whines playfully, turning around and standing on her tiptoes so she can wrap her arms around his neck. ❝ i wanted to surprise you, ❞ she pouts but it quickly turns into a teasing smile, obviously glad to have him home early.  ❝ how was work? ❞

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Hashira 🍆 Size Ranking

Warning: if it ain’t obvious, this contains smut lmao — therefore Muichiro is 100% not included in this. We’re talking about 🍆, length, girth, all the fun stuff. So if PPs make you uncomfortable keep on scrolling babes </3

A/N: these low key stress me out cause I feel like people can get pretty defensive over these types of Headcanons. Especially if my own thought differs from yours. Regardless, these are just my personal takes/HCs. My word is not law so do not be upset if my HC does not match yours / don’t feel the need to change how you HC these things to fit my POV. This is why I refrain from describing size in my fics, I want y’all to imagine it in a way that you like lololol

Lastly, idgaf if you see some of this as unrealistic, these are fake, fictional drawings of men, if I wanna give Gyomei a 44ft long 🍆, I can and will (I didn’t but you get the point.) Anyways enjoy my personal thoughts on this matter

1. Himejima Gyomei

Is anyone fucking shocked that this 7’2 (220cm) man is packing the biggest schlong among the male Hashira?

I mean let’s be logical real quick, his dick is as big as the rest of him. This man’s dick is dragging on the floor.

Soft: 11.2

Hard: 12.3

Call it unrealistic idgaf this man is LONG

Girthy too, he’s fucking beefy all over

This man’s dick will feel like he’s shoving his wrist up in there ong bro

It curves downward slightly when hard, I mean shit that thing is heavy, it stands no chance against gravity

2. Uzui Tengen

Again, the man is 6’6 (198cm).

Height comes into play when it comes to our two tank Hashira

Therefore none of you should be surprised that they are the top two

Soft: 9

Hard: 10.3

Your guts are getting rearranged, he knows the length he has but often underestimates how far he can go…

He’s long but doesn’t have a crazy girth to him, which thank fuck it doesn’t take as much prep to take him

He’s pretty straight when hard and manages to flex it and keep it up (he totally does dick tricks & you can’t convince me otherwise)

3. Tomioka Giyu

I’m standing by my “big dick Giyu” head canon. I just know this man is packing a weapon down there

What’s crazy is he wasn’t even aware of how good he had it until he overheard other corps members chatting

Soft: 6.3

Hard: 7.4

He’s got a decent girth and as weird as it may sound, it’s pretty, like really pretty to look at

When hard, it curves upwards and stands at attention which makes him a bit embarrassed

He knows how to use it, because of that he’s pretty confident in that aspect which is wild for him

He will also rearrange your guts unintentionally (or intentionally hehe)

4. Shinazugawa Sanemi

I don’t wanna hear one PEEP from any of you that Sanemi should be above Giyu.

My man is forth on the list but that ain’t mean shit, he’s still got a lot going on down there

Soft: 6

Hard: 7

He’s girthy, will tear you up girth, needs thirty minutes of prep minimum because of how wildly he fucks girth

He sticks straight out, no curve in sight and honestly looks like he defies gravity.

He’s like Tengen, can do dick tricks. But unlike Tengen he doesn’t make that known / show you lmao.

He’ll break your back, he may even hurt you (fully unintentional) if he gets too into it. That thing is fr a weapon

5. Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s fifth on the list but trust me he’s not lacking

He’s second smallest, but he’s not small, if you get what I mean. It’s kinda like how we rank the Hashira weakest to strongest but regardless they are still the strongest in the corps… that make sense?

Soft: 5.8

Hard: 6.8

He curves upwards, very prominent veins running along his shaft (heh, shaft)

Girth wise, he’s about normal. Not too intimidating but def offers you a good stretch, forgoing prep is real bold tbh

He’s a quick learner so he quickly masters how to fuck you

He will strive to go as far as your body will let him, so expect to be bruised / sore

6. Iguro Obanai

My king. He may be “smallest” among the Hashira men, but that doesn’t mean shit.

He’s not self conscious of his dick, he knows how to use it. He’s also pretty content with it’s size

Soft: 5.6

Hard: 6.5

See? You can’t come for me cause he ain’t even SMALL

Obanai’s dick is pretty, too. It curves upwards slightly, since he’s pretty pale, his veins are prominent

He’s got an average girth, he doesn’t need to prep you forever to get you ready. Which works in his favor cause he likes to “punish” you with no prep & going in raw

He can and will abuse your cunt, he’s not satisfied until you genuinely can’t walk without limping for a few days

[petersnya]

ok this is gonna be a really blunt and kinda crazy ask but i’m ovulating and i need anakin content 😭 we need the details on what he’s got going on down there. I’m talking length, width, girth, tip shape and color, do the curtains match the drapes, idfk like how does his cum taste?? anyways have a great day/night your work is what keeps me sane sometimes ngl

Nah we the same fr cause I think about this all the timeeee

Anakin def a pretty average length (I think that’s 5 in idk) but maybe like an inch or two longer so it’s 7 maybe 8 in and for some reason my brain is saying that it curves (to the left or right I’m not sure but it for sure has a nice curve). I think it’s not insanely girthy but the girth it does have make his cock fit like a glove in you. He has to use a little force to get it in but once it’s in it just slides through and you can feel it everywhere.

Okay okay, so for tip color I feel like it’s a normal shade a pink (look up “rose shade pink” to be specific) that’s not too distinguishable from others but when he’s hard OMG I just know it turns a a deeper shade of pink (look up “rouge shade pink” but it’s a little lighter than that). I have the urge to get my nails painted this colors… anyways… also yes I think the curtains match to drapes but just a tad bit darker than his natural hair colors which is like a really dirty blonde/brunette.

Anis cum is for sure warm when it touches any part of you (especially tongue). It taste salty but oddly sweet. I feel like he knows as much as you and him do stuff he needs to keep a healthy diet to makes sure it taste just as good as it feels for you— so he eats right and drinks rights just for his little girl.

[freakmenticide]

their muddled confusion the pair exchange makes unruly flames lick at his limbs . the oddity in being able to put himself WILLINGLY , thoughtfully in the position to actively KILL HIM if she wanted , and it seemed the prospect of him doing so made the cogs in IT'S head bump and collide for a moment . the brunet HAD hesitated , he wasn't in his right mind EVER , but it was like for a moment some synapse had fired off to try and SAVE himself . mads can feel bouts of saliva fill his mouth at his words , that predatory look in his eyes flashing to something far more complacent for a mere IOTA ; a look far too foreign for a regularly domineering gaze . usually , if in a different situation , mads would spit words of venom and fire , retort mare was CONSTANTLY at a disadvantage ; but , for once , the usually loudly spoken murderer simply felt as that coy smirk spread across his face , the way it seemed his torso flexed and KEENED at the idea of being F I L L E T E D .

mads shudders at the pressure the knife creates , even the slightest bit , the IDEA that she could drag that blade and kill him in this absolutely DEPLORABLE position , giving him such a delicious euphoria as a strangled grunt leaves him . it laughed in his face , degraded him , yet he still felt more cum dribbling from his cock , eyes fluttering closed for a moment before forcing to train back to the entity . he could follow orders , he wasn't a stranger to it , and if he was going to play FAIR , he was going to listen WELL . scarred hands come to adjust the waistband of boxers , completely pulling his cock and balls free .

" i can do that . . . " he heaves , one hand forms a fist around his swollen leaking head with a punched groan of relief as some of the intense pressure that had been building in his pelvis is alleviated by the contact . madison rolls his hips into his own palm , struggling to keep the upper half of his torso still as his cock jumped and leaked more precum at the sensation of the metal grazing against his pulse . there's an obvious struggle for him to keep hazel locked on brown , the carnal heat in his gut making his head feel foggy and eyes roll before desperately trying to snap back into place .

his pace isn't anything brutal by any means , one of his hands massaging and fondling at his balls while he all but used his own cum slicked fist as a toy . that warmth starts to spread down his thighs and up his torso , thighs parting as far as he could and keening as it seems his found a good position to fuck into his own hand . the noises mads make are almost like of a preyed-on beast , brows tilting upwards in pleasure as he felt that coiling in his stomach winding tighter , hips stuttering and trying to maintain formality , mouth slightly agape as he was acutely aware of the drool that oozed down his chin .

it was like mads had thought about this , DREAMED about it , the way he thoughtlessly fucked into his hand and kept his gaze locked onto mare . his first orgasm sneaks up on him , entirely unaware of JUST how worked up he'd gotten up until this point , back bowing and then lurching " fuck ! " the brunet shouts the growl as the metal presses HARD into his throat from how his body involuntarily convulsed , painting his fingers and lower stomach in ropes of white . hazel rolled upwards for a second at his climax , immediately locking back onto brown so she could see that vulnerable flash in his eyes as he rode out his high , ending with a shudder as his hand continued to placidly stroke his cock even after his hips had stopped .

like the fogged brain animal he was , mads knew what we was told and was going to fulfill those tasks . brunet locks stick to his forehead from a thin sheen of sweat , lips wet and irritated from spit and his own teeth , face twitching and scrunching occasionally as the pangs of overstimulation shot up his spine . the noises when he starts up the second time are higher and lighter in tone , breath hitching past gasps , hiccuped moans , whispered curses and mare's name in the same instance . his eyes are fogged , dazed , lips curling into a debauched grin as his hips started to thrust back into the rhythm his hand had absentmindedly made . " god , i wish you would cut me open with that thing . . . " mads rasps out in his haze , " feel your hand ripping out my fucking heart . . . " the brunet willingly presses harder into the blade , wincing when he feels the teeth of it bite into his skin , and gasping in shock as his second climax hits him like a freight train because of it .

the sound he makes is like a caged animal , eyes going wide , as he all but strangled his cock at the head as more cum spurt out and dribbled down his fist . his ribs shudder and thighs quake , finally allowing his eyes to fully flutter close , a rasped breath leaving his lips in dignified pleasure and relief . then , hazel is settling back onto brown , and despite the fact that he is SENSITIVE and he can FEEL it , he can EQUALLY feel the way his cock is still half hard even after the abuse . " did that give you enough material to use in your PERSONAL time ? " he drawls through baited breaths , finally letting go of his irritated head and settling easily into the sharp blade . his expression can best be described as debauched , face red , eyes fogged with lust .

♪ the slight shift of his jaw makes her snicker, but the sight of his face reddening at the insult makes her break out into a rabid fit of giggles. maybe it was a good thing madison had cut himself short--this whorish tango into submission had the entity drooling, waiting to see what else the man could do, what he'd be willing to do, all for her.

♪ she doesn't shy away from watching him undress. her gaze is intense, as if daring mads to stop. her head follows his every move, like a predator stalking its prey. though, she has to admit, mads taking her hand had thrown her for a loop--her brows furrowing in confusion when the knife had been placed into it. madison wasn't stupid enough to well and truly give up his only means of defense, was he?

♪ it looks up to mads, still as confused as ever, but moreso curious at this point. and maybe she's imagining it, but there's a slight hesitation in his look, as if he wasn't sure either, and holy shit does that go straight to her pussy. ( though, the implication that mare was at a complete disadvantage this entire time sparked a tiny flame of offense. )

♪ "you thought i was at a disadvantage?" she confirms, and she leans in once again. her eyes only break momentarily to look at his twitching cock. "darling, you forget who you're talking to. you've entirely left the ball in my court, giving this to me... but maybe you're into that, hm? maybe you want me to cut you open while you cum for me, of all people."

♪ it allows him to move its hand, and a cruel smile plays on her face. she croons at the sound of his breathing--and if she strains her ears just the tiniest bit, she could hear his human heart pounding against his chest. her tail slowly sways back and forth behind her as she presses the blade down just the slightest bit. another giggle escapes her when his adam's apple shifts. "what a whore... you're lucky i'm easy to please. i want you to jerk yourself off. keep your eyes on me; i want to see all the disgusting faces you can make, how loud you can be. i'll even be nice enough to let you choose the pace."

♪ "you've got two to catch up on, you know. hurry up."

[jade-jini]

I’m sorry for not posting in like forever but I’m having insane thoughts rn (thanks to the gay writers. I’m looking at you ugar.) about Giselle and her boobs and and -

Giselle who knows you have an oral fixation so always lets you suck on her nipples. Sometimes it’s not even sexual sometimes you just wanna cuddle and sleep with them in your mouth <3 most of the time tho-

It’s supposed to be a way to relax you and it does but 😭 it also can make you go insane and lightheaded because the sensation and taste of her chest in your hands and mouth is just so good UGH. You always make a wet mess on her chest ‘cause you get so needy about them.

“Jesus y/n, Wtf baby?” She says in a scolding tone but not really.

“I’m sorry, they’re too pretty, can’t help it. Can I keep going please?” You just can’t get enough of them, and of course she lets you. Whether you have small or big hands, it doesn’t matter they are BIG and just so perfect.

Giselle who knows she can turn you into her personal little fucktoy, a human-size sex toy as long as she has her boobs in your mouth ‘cause your brain turns into nothing 🤤. She fucks herself on your strap or rides your pussy for hours without you getting tired, having her coming multiple times and of course leaving her chest almost numb ‘cause you didn’t stop giving them attention at all.

For g!p reader listen to me I can’t not talk about this… but fucking her tits broooo. You’re on your desk trying to get some work done and she either noticed you were stressed or simply felt like it because cmon, this woman knows she’s hot and sexy and (I need to write about how much she can turn herself on). Anyways, she gets on her knees in front of you and you’re like ?? But your cock has a mind of its own and it’s already getting hard just by that image. She giggles at how easily she can get you horny and ready. Aeri loves knowing the effect she has on you. So she starts unbuttoning her shirt and surprise! Of course she wasn’t using a bra (imagine using one at home😨). Aeri took your member out of your pants and in her hands to start working on it with her mouth as well until you were painfully hard and wet (which didn’t take too long). Once she thought you were ready, she put your cock in between her tits, and squeezed them together creating a perfect friction.

“Fuck baby…” you sighed as she moved them up and down your length. This was one of your favorite things fr. You wanted to kiss her but she lightly pushed you to your chair.

“Nope.” She simply said with that teasing smirk of hers and she started going faster, your hips matching her speed as you fuck her tits. “Relax, baby. Just focus on making a mess on them yes? Come on them, enjoy the view of your cum on my body.” You ended up doing a complete mess on her chest and face, and Aeri made sure to lick you clean and to collect some of it with her finger and taste it, moaning at the taste that she so much enjoyed, and there you were, hard af again and ready to keep going.

Giselle who lowkey bribes you and makes you do whatever she wants with the promise of letting you suck on her titties nfixncknd from behaving at the mall after spending hours in there when you just wanna go home to running errands for her 😭 (you’d do it either way but the extra motivation ain’t bad-)

Going back to a more fluffy side tho- Giselle who knows when you had a rough day and the only thing you want is to cuddle and watch a movie with her, movie that you never finish ‘cause you pass out in her arms as you suck on her tits and she plays with your hair, making you have the best sleep and dreams with your gf and her perfect body <3.

(A little thing I needed to get outta my system but I’m working on the asks I promise 😭)

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Hello. Can I request a fic where g!p nat is fucking R so damn good and hard and one of their kids hears R's scream at night wherein the said kid started banging the door asking if mommy R is alright and if daddy nat is hurting R. 😭

"Stop Hurting Her!"

WARNINGS: smut! Nat has a dick, oral (Natasha receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, fluff at the end ;)

WORDS: 1,753

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x milfy reader

A/N: whoever wrote this request needs a hug, and like multiple kisses on the face fr. also the poor child 💀

It was around 1 in the morning, and you and Natasha had just put the children to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and gone back into the bedroom.

It wasn't too hot outside, but the fan was kept on, keeping a cool breeze in the air. The moon's glow was covered by stormy clouds, it was going to rain soon. The ex-assassin sat up in bed, awaiting you, her wife to come back to bed.

were in the bathroom, changing out of your clothes to a lacey, maroon bra and matching panties. You went into the closet and took a few minutes to pick out a silk robe to wear with it. Considering your wife's missions and the kids you two had to deal with, you both never got the chance to be intimate with one another besides sleeping in bed together and having casual pecks on the cheek or lips. You decided on picking a simple black robe and slipped it onto your lingerie-clad body. With one last look in the mirror, you opened the bathroom door and stepped in the room.

“Natasha.” you called out to her, a slight smile on your lips as you watched your wife turn around. “Babe–” her eyes wandered to your waist, a light blush on her cheeks as she admired your body and curves. She couldn't lie that she felt a strain in her pants as you inched closer to her, “hi darling..” you said, getting down on your knees in front of her. “Take them off my love.” she assumed you meant her pants, so she took them off. Your breath hitches slightly as you looked at her size, but not caring enough to complain. All that mattered to you was pleasing her right now.

“Fucking hell..” she groaned when she felt a pair of plump lips around her tip. You hummed around her cock, the vibrations of your muffled moans causing her dick to twitch in your mouth. You slowly sucked on her erect length, flattening your tongue along her veins and tip. You could taste her so clearly, but you wanted more. You had your hand on her knee as you moved your head up and down her thick cock. “Feels so good, fuck– baby, keep going..”

You sinked her length further into your mouth, pushing her dick deeper into your mouth. She brings her hand down to your hair, threading her fingers gently through your hair strands. She gripped onto your hair, forcing you to take more of her down your throat. You licked and sucked her cock with desperation, desperate to have her cum in your mouth. “mmh..” she moaned softly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her. You felt two ropes of thick cum pouring into your mouth. You swallowed it all down, continuing your movements even though you struggled to swallow her fully. You gagged as her tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as your breathing started to cut off.

“Fuck– detka.” she pulls out of your mouth, “you alright baby?” you nod. “mhm! I am don't worry darling.” you reassure her, wrapping your hand around her length. You pump your hand upwards to jerk her off. She groaned as she felt the need for release once more. “Are you gonna cum Natty?” she nods before sputtering white liquid all over your face. “Natasha!” you flutter your eyes open, scoffing at her. She smirks, grabbing you by the chin to look at your fucked out face. “On the bed printsessa.” you comply, getting up from the floor and onto the bed.

She pulls you in for a slow, sensual kiss. Tasting herself on your lips. ���Lie down baby, daddy wants to make you feel good too.” you smile at her, lying down on your back.

“Such a good little slut..” she mutters, taking her hand to your covered breasts, groping them harshly. “you all this just to impress me?” you meekly nodded, “you're daddy's whore hm?” she chuckled as you squirmed underneath her. “Natasha just touch me already.” she raised a brow at you, “you needy little bitch. You need me that badly?” you roll your eyes at her. Could she stop teasing already? You were sure that your panties were absolutely drenched by now.

“Alright fine, I'll stop teasing. Just this once.” she said, lowering her hand down to rid you of your panties. The robe you had on rode up to your hips, she dragged a finger across your glistening folds, peeking up at how your face scrunched up as she continued working on your dripping pussy. “oh fuck daddy..” your back lifts off the bed, arching slightly as you desperately grind your clit on her fingers. “Nat– ” she slid a finger into your cunt, your walls immediately gripping her. “God, you're so tight baby.” she sneaked in a second finger, shoving her digits deep into your hole.

“Shit– right there Tasha! oh my God!” she curled her fingers, stretching you out in the best way possible. “daddy I'm gonna–” you clenched your thighs around her hand as she kept fucking you with her fingers. “Natasha!” you cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you came.

“Can you go on longer detka?” she whispered, rubbing her palm down your back in a soothing manner. Her fingers inside you weren't enough, she needed to feel you fall apart with her cock shoved deep into your pussy.

You took a few seconds to control your breathing before you could respond, “y- yeah hold on darling.” you propped your body up with your elbows as you sat up on the bed. “Take that off. I need to see all of you kotenok.” you giggled as she brought her hands down to untie the robe off of your body. “You make me crazy moya lyubov.” she mumbles against your neck, placing her lips on your burning skin. “Natasha..” she sucks slowly on your sensitive skin, “oh fuck me.” you gasped softly as she unclasped your bra off, her mouth still on your neck. “I'm planning on it.” you could practically hear the smirk in her tone as she picked you up on her lap.

“..Natty?” your voice wavered as you felt her palms brush against your uncovered breasts. “yeah?” she looked up at the expressions you were making for her, a loving smile as she admired your beauty. “a– ahn! Tasha..” you moan as she rubs the pad of her thumb across your nipple. Your chest felt as if it was on fire, a burning desire, a desire for her touch. She chuckled under her breath, “you want me to ruin you krasivaya?” you bit down on your lower lip and nodded. 

You slightly split your legs, shifting your position on her lap. You slowly lowered yourself onto her dick, your brows scrunching up and your mouth parting as her length pushed it's way inside of your cunt. She allowed you to stay on her lap for a while until she flipped you back onto the bed. “Natasha!” you said, your words muffled as your face was flat on the mattress. She briefly paused before grabbing a fistful of your hair in her hand. “Can I move?” you nodded. With your permission, she started thrusting into you at a quick pace.

“mmh– fuck! Yes!” you screamed out as she slammed her cock deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot in your cunt. Natasha groaned as your walls clenched around her cock. Loud, almost pornographic moans slip past your lips as she pounded into you. “Just like that daddy! oh my God Natasha!” she moaned softly as her tip hit your cervix, earning a slutty moan from you. “Harder! ngh– fuck me harder darling!”

You couldn't get enough of her, you needed this moment to last longer. She pulled out, only to slam fully back into your aching cunt. “Daddy ’m so close..” she brought her gaze down to you, her piercing green eyes looking deep into yours. “Cum for me detka.” you dug your nails into her back as you came all over her cock, “ah! Nat– Natty oh you feel so good!”

She continued her movements, slowly thrusting into you. “You want me to cum inside you baby?” you obediently nod your head. “Gonna fill you up kotenok!” she grunted as she slid in and out of your pussy. With a snap of her hips, she buried her cock deep inside you and came into you, filling you up to the brim. You whimpered as she kept going on, “oh Natasha! Fuck!” you gripped onto her back like there was no tomorrow.

To both of your dismay, a loud banging on the bedroom door followed by a “mommy! Mama!” pulls you out of your lustful trance. “Shit.” you quietly squeaked as she pulled out of you and tossed you the robe that she threw down on the floor not too long ago.

You quickly put your robe on and helped your wife get dressed as fast as you could. “uh.. who is it?” you yell out before opening the door. “ ’s Alex mommy!” you sighed and opened the bedroom door. “What is it sweetie?” he rubbed his eyes, which you'd find adorable if he hadn't have interrupted you and Natasha just now. “Mama stop hurting mommy!” he huffed, putting his hands on his hips.

You turn to look at your wife with a confused expression on your face, mouthing the word, “what?” to her. “What are you talking about buddy?” she said, approaching the toddler cautiously. “Mommy– she was screaming and crying.” that's when you lost it. You burst out laughing, quickly bringing your hand to your face in order to help contain your laughter. “Alex I- I wasn't hurting your mom okay?” he shook his head in disagreement, “then why was mommy crying?” she bit back a laugh as well, slowly trying to calm down her concerned son. “She.. she was laughing! Y'know, when mommy laughs too much, she sometimes cries.”

“ohhh.. really?” the once worried little boy was more curious now than concerned. “Yes, now I think it's too late for you to be up buddy.” she quickly ushered the toddler out of the bedroom and closed the door shut.

She walked over to you and placed her lips over yours, hungrily kissing you. “Round 2?” you smile at her words. “I thought you'd never ask.” she shoved you onto the bed once again.

[pinkaditty]

UGH I love love love ur Hc’s it like you literally came straight out of the game ^^ although jiro doesn’t get much time to sit down or relax in general sometimes tells me he’d like cockwarming

well yes obviously!!! this way he wouldn't have 2 move around much... ALSO TYYYYY this is the best compliment i could get in reference 2 hcs i think... like it's so good it's like i came out the game fr?!?!? amen!!!!! (hc's are here! unfinished, but being worked on)

a/n: well. im back. i know what i said but... i needed 2 write. the worms are inescapable... im working on a romance fic (sho haizono x reader) in the bg bc I need 2 post something fluffy... just this once... ANYWAYS this is short 4 my own sanity I fear. sorry! ill write more jiro next time I promise. he was gonna be my next smut victim anyway (after haru!). also please let me know if i wrote jiro ooc... i have an odd feeling i may have gotten something wrong here.

summary: jiro's resting. you can't stay put.

cw: cockwarming! and discussion about penis length, i guess? it was funny 2 put that in there. sorry. i love human anatomy i fear it's the coolest thing ever 2 me. ALSO MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

You squirm for the hundredth time, squeezing your walls tight around Jiro's hardened length. He snaps his eyes open and looks down at you sitting in his lap. You can't tell if he's disappointed, tired, or neutral. The only signs he's enjoying himself are his clouded gaze, wavering expression, and cherry red blush across his cheeks. You didn't understand how he was "relaxing" like this, but somehow he made it work. He sighs, a small smile tugging his lips upwards. He reaches for your back and pulls you into his chest, and you shiver from feeling him twitch inside you. "You really should relax." His low voice is as expressionless as ever and masterfully hides the arousal he feels, the evidence of which is plastered all over his face.

"You're... A bit too long for that, Jiro." You try to say it jokingly, but your words are overshadowed by your groan as you try to settle yourself, only to end up spearing yourself further on his impressive length. He's silent for a moment before he strokes your back gently, as though apologizing. You ramble on. "I mean, I knew it was rumored that taller guys had longer dicks, but I didn't know that it was actually true—"

"It's not." Jiro pauses his hand movements, looking down at you again. "It's an unreliable method to use one's height alone to determine length, and the correlation that has been found is too weak to assume accuracy." His smile had faded at some point, returning to his usual stoic expression. His blush has not faded, however, and his pupils were blown wide.

"Okay..." You hold out your words, looking up at him curiously. You pull away from his chest, suppressing a moan as he twitches inside of you again. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, and his hands settle on your hips. His lips part as he pants, his breathing quickening. Once the dizzy pleasure in your head fades a bit, you shake your head and look up at him. "So, I'm curious. Is there a way to predict penis length?"

Jiro looks off to the side, in thought, somehow still holding it together better than you were. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips still parted with heavy breaths, but not much past that. He wasn't even sweating, remaining calm despite buried to the hilt inside your cunt. You had to admit, it was impressive. "Yes; if I remember correctly, there's a stronger, more reliable correlation between the respective difference in lengths between your pointer and ring fingers and estimated penis length." He looks back to you, bored voice matching his expression if not for that expressive blush. "It's stronger than both height and shoe size correlation, so it's more likely for someone with a larger difference in the lengths of those fingers to have a larger size."

You hardly even think about it, lifting one of his hands from your hips as he was talking. You analyze the length of his ring finger in comparison to his pointer finger, only to find not much of a difference. You almost feel disappointed for a few moments, before Jiro's laughter shakes you out of your thoughts. He squeezes your hip tighter with his free hand, still laughing. He shakes just slightly as he laughs, causing minor friction of his length against your walls. You let go of his hand and press your palms into his shoulders, suppressing your moans. "Jiro!" You press your palms into his shoulders harder. His laughter slows to a soft chuckle, and he returns his other hand to your hip, steadying you, pressing his hips upwards into you. He huffs out a breath, a slight groan escaping his throat as he does. His eyes darken for a split second as he gazes at where your bodies connect before he lifts his gaze to you again, soft smile on his face.

"You should've seen how disappointed you'd looked." He said, breathy chuckles escaping him as he lifted one of his hands, displaying the minimal difference in length between his pointer and ring finger. "I said it was likely, not that a large difference in length would always be indicative of longer lengths. And, I have long fingers." He returned his hand to your hip again, sounding as bored as ever, but with a small smile stuck on his face.

"There ought to be an easier way to figure this out." You muse, leaning towards him slightly, careful not to cause too much friction.

"There isn't," he states flatly, looking at you with an amused expression. "The best way to predict length would be via a combination of ethnicity, height, shoe size, and the difference between lengths of the pointer and ring fingers. Studies have been tried prior simply by asking, but those values tend to be exaggerated." You notice his voice begins to waver slightly, his lips remaining parted even when he's finished talking. He swallows thickly, leaning back against the chair, gripping your hips a little tighter.

You don't bother suppressing the surge of pride that runs through you as he visibly melts under you, clearly letting the sensation of your walls clinging to his cock get to his mind. "Someone's melting," you say teasingly, pressing a finger to the center of his forehead. He blinks at you a few times, as though attempting to clear the pleasurable haze.

"You squeeze when you're focused or engaged in conversation." He speaks quickly, his breathing getting heavier. He blinks multiple times, staring down at you. "Your squeezing makes it hard to relax."

"Aw, sorry big guy." You huff out a short laugh, leaning towards him, watching his eyes as they cloud further with lust.

He sighs, as though resigning. "Have we talked enough for you to relax?" He sounded like an actual doctor, his voice flat and formal despite his seemingly hazy expression.

You nod, deciding to let him rest, as he'd wanted. He wordlessly moves one of his hands to your back, pushing you towards him. You lay against his chest again, exhaling and melting into his body as he melted into you. You look up, watching as his eyes slide shut again. He rubs gentle circles on your thigh with his thumb, keeping his palm on your hip.

You're comfortable... at least, until his cock twitches again.

a/n: jiro, at last. i am. kind of worried i wrote him a bit ooc and maybe went in too hard with my bio stuff. idk. i hope it's good regardless.

note that i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs! please, tell me all about how you enjoyed my work!! it keeps me going!

@rottenzombrainz i believe this is ur man unless im mistaken

[cheollipop]

*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

[overtaken-stream]

Words cannot describe how bad I want to deep throat Kings cock..I would try so hard to get at least a moan out of him. Maybe even teasing him a little, My tongue circling around his tip😁

I'm too happy to be typing this shame on me fr😔

(Sorry for the errors english isn't my first language)

King's dick headcanons

Dont worry your english is fine!

Tumblr fucked this up for me and didn't let me save my first draft of this ask, this is the second time I'm writing this :< Also, I couldn't call his balls balls and testicles so the medical terms are what you're getting.

! !NSFW! !

King is described as a muscular, broad-shouldered, and long-limbed man who stands at 6+ meters and carries heavy wings on his back, despite the overwhelming urge to make him a shower, I believe he is a grower.

Before getting to the main course, we have to mention the carpet that does not match the drapes. King in general is not a hairy guy, he has white streaks on his arms and legs as well as stubble, but there is no chest hair and a happy trail to speak of. He keeps his pubic hair short and trimmed at all times, because he finds it mildly infuriating that the longer the white strands grow the curlier they get, causing them to get stuck through the fabric.

The pubic hair leads down to a contrasting dark skin and thick dorsal veins which bulge from the flesh, they follow the darker mushroom-shaped tip, that slightly turns towards the sky, it manages to hit the vital spots needed for any woman's orgasm. His flaccid length is 33cm, while erect, King reaches 46cm. The girth is also no joke, which gives a hard time to anyone trying to take it inside.

His penile raphe is thin and it slowly becomes thicker the closer it gets to his scrotum, which is way bigger than any human's and hangs heavy from his crotch.

I'm thinking about a piercing right between the line of where his scrotum meets the dick, but I'm not involved in the piercing world so go crazy with your ideas.

Basically, he is MEGA hung.

[cryptic--writing]

HI 🦐🐺🧮🥤

1999 KIRK. VAMPIRE. YOU MEET HIM AT A CLUB. YOU DONT FIGURE OUT HES A VAMPIRE UNTIL U GET TO HIS PLACE. NASTY SEX. FROM THE BACK. FULL LENGTH MIRROR. BLOOD DRINKING. CHOKING.(?)

I’m a freak fr jus lmk 👅

hihi!

happy start of Halloween season!!!!! my fav time of year besides summer

highkey pissed at tumblr bc they wouldn't let me post but now they are

im typing all of this on the 24th but it wont be out until Monday prob (not nice enough to give y'all 2 fics in one day..)

also I'm reeditting this before it comes out so it comes out on Oct first bc vampire spooky and other ppl seem to do smut for cotover so if you know why or what that is lmk and perchance I could participate

anuyways this came out shitty but still post worthy and sorry for the wait!!

anyways

word count: 2k something

warnings: smut, drinking, choking, blood drinking, slight degradation, rough sex, poorly written smut, I'm prob forgetting some stuff so lmk

LATE NIGHT TREAT (1999)

I was wearing my best, well, not in the formal sense. My best clubbing clothes. Tight, sleek, short and revealing was my gorgeous black dress, small dark red stripes on the fabric. I had matching heels, a deep dark red. I was stunning, and it seems that the patrons of the club thought so as well, getting drinks offered by other men. None of them were interesting, the same losers who just wanted some fun for the night. Not that that wasn't what I was looking for, it just wasn't from them.

That was, until he offered me one.

“Mind if I get you a drink?” He asked. Something about him, so mysterious and alluring about him. His shoulder length black curls shone under the lights around us. I couldn't figure out what it was about him that was so…

“Yes, thank you,” I answered and he ordered for me.

“You here alone?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Mhm, just me,” I answered again.

“Really? No boyfriend? No nothing” He inquired.

“Yeah, seems so,” I answered with a soft giggle, he smiled.

“Im Kirk, by the way,” Kirk introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you then,” I answered back, smiling.

He nodded, “Mhm, nice to meet you too.. Y’know, I have a room at that fancy hotel down the street, maybe you'd wanna come with me..” Kirk offered in a sultry voice.

I smirked in response, “Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all..” I answered back, and we began to head to the hotel.

Once in his room, it wasn't long before things began to get heated. The door shut behind us and our lips met, gently at first before reaching a more passionate and deep level. Only knowing each other for mere minutes, though it felt like our bodies had known each other for centuries.

HE pushed me towards the bed, our mouths still ravishing each other, laying me down as he began to slip down my dress, my lace matching bra and panties being revealed to his hungry gaze, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, youre just..” He groaned out, beginning to work on his own clothes, stripping down to nothing. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his hard and throbbing length, working on getting my lingerie off of me, each movement of his hands revealing a new piece of skin.

He unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts as he stared down at them, ogling. He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning softly at the sensation, when I felt something sharp graze my sensitive skin, making me whine and arch into his touch before he pulled away, taking me into his sight.

There was something in his eyes, lust, desire, need, and another thing I couldn't exactly figure out. It wasn't human.

Kirk began to kiss his way down my body, starting and my neck and trailing down, licking and sucking occasionally, the sensations sending shivers down my spine until he reached the waistband of my lacy panties, looking up to makes eye contact as he bit on them, dragging them off of me with his teeth. The sight made me feel like I was getting wetter by the second, and I definitely was.

His eyes met my glistening cunt, and his pupils dilated.

“Soaked already, hm?” He teased with a grin, licking a stripe up my slit that made my back arch with a maon before he pulled away.

“Taste just as sweet as you look,” He murmured, “Get on fours,” Kirk instructed harshly, and I listened, getting on my hands and knees. Though, that wasn't enough for him, his hand being firmly placed on my back and pushing down, making me arch with my ass in the air, my face slumped into the sheets beneath me.

Kirk teased my hole with the tip, already dripping with precum before he reached down and gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head up, my eyes looking in the full length mirror in front of me.

“Eye contact, the full time. Needa see how nicely you can take my cock,” He purred, and I nodded.

Kirk began to push in, the size stretching my perfectly as I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. He threw his head back, his mouth open, staring at him in the mirror, I saw something.

Two sharp teeth.

Two sharp canine teeth.

Vampires had become a threat as of recent, but I never heard of them just fucking pope. Maybe he was gonna kill me? I’d die happy.

He began pounding into me, hard and fast as he slapped my ass harshly, causing me to yelp out at the stinging sensation, sure that a mark of sorts would be left over.

Kirk's pace only increased, slamming into me harder and faster as I helplessly moaned and whimpered at his actions.

It was growing too much, my face burying itself back in the sheets before my head was yanked back up by my hair, another harsh slap on my skin.

“Did I say you could stop looking at me, hm?” He scolded me, pounding deeper as I moaned out in response. “Answer me baby, did I say you could stop?” Kirk asked, his tone dark.

I shook my head, “no..!” I moaned out before he let go of my hair.

“That's what I thought,” Kirk muttered before resuming pounding into me, searching for his own pleasure as I began to grow close to my release, fluttering around him as I strained my vocal chords from moaning, only able to muster out whimpers and whines.

Kirk didn't care about my exhaustion, only pounding harder as he grew closer and closer to his own release. He went deeper, harder, faster, hitting every spot in me he could reach, the sensations overwhelming me.

As if I couldn't grow anymore overstimulated, Kirk reached down and began to  toy with my sensitive clit, making me let out a sharp moan, whining and whimpering louder than before, his other hand reaching to snake around my neck, squeezing lightly as he choked me. Just hard enough to make me struggle to breathe and moan as loud.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” He degraded me, squeezing a bit tighter as he rubbed faster.

There was so much going on, tears began to fall from my eyes in pleasure and exhaustion, tightening around him further as I felt him lean forward, his mouth now near my ear as he gave a particularly hard squeeze to my neck, making me choke further before lessening his grip.

“Fuck, im gonna cum..” He warned in a loud groan, removing his hand from myu throat.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my neck, a piercing feeling as his hands were replaced by his sharp vampiric teeth, sucking the blood from my neck making me more and more woozy as I came all over his cock. 

He pulled away from my neck, “Gonna drain you and fill you up at the same time, hm?” He cooed in my ear as he latched his mouth back onto my neck, drinking more blood as he plowed into me one final time and sending his release through me.

Another moment later he pulled away from my neck, a hickey like bruise forming there from his harsh sucking. Kirk wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of my blood as he pulled out, looking at the mess of our combined fluids that now dripped out of me.

“Mmm, we'll have to do that again sometime. Taste just as good as you look,” Kirk complemented, heading into the bathroom to clean up, leaving me there, an exhausted mess that was spent from the means of a vampire.

[saintrocklee]

*:･ﾟ✧ RESTRAINT ╰┈➤ part 02 of 05

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader publish date: 04.04.24 warnings: itachi continues to be annoying. reader goes through the 5 stages of realizing you love your boss. there's alcohol and glitter.

The rest of the work week flew by and before you know it you're staring at yourself in your full length mirror, nerves buzzing just below your skin. You're one misstep away from a nervous breakdown and clack the front of your freshly done nails together, the clicking sound distracting you from your spinning thoughts.

It was currently seven o’clock and you had an hour to finish getting ready before a driver would come get you. Between now and when Itachi had invited (but also sort of demanded) you accompany him you had found a dress, matching shoes, borrowed a small purse from your friend, and even got your nails and toes done.

Now you're left with your hair and jewelry.

Events like these always took way longer to get ready for.

If you're being entirely truthful, you liked getting dressed up. Like really dressed up. You rarely had an excuse to go all out like this and it always made you feel pretty. Girly. Confident, even.

But the anxiety buzzing through your system were killing your vibe.

You hadn't even been that nervous until your backstabbing best friend cheekily said “Wow, an entire night on Itachi’s arm - as his date. That’s different.” when you stopped by yesterday to borrow her purse. It clicked, right then and there, that this was different. You'd gone through the steps of convincing yourself this was just another work event, only to have the proverbial rug ripped out from under you.

You were going to a gala, one of the most socially relevant parties of the year, with your boss. You were going to this extremely extravagant and public event not as his assistant or colleague ... but with him.

This wasn’t work. This wasn’t a meeting or a conference. This was a social event. Where socializing took place. Where people - important, powerful, famous people - would see you. With Itachi.

As his date.

Your chest begins to burn and you idly wonder if having a heart attack would be a good enough reason to cancel.

Knowing Itachi it wouldn't be.

Okay, focus. Hair and jewelry. Retouch makeup if needed. Another swipe of deodorant and a spritz of perfume. Then, if there's time, unrestrained panic.

It takes you a good thirty minutes to decide to wear your hair up and style it, to prevent you from fiddling with it all night. You idly picked through an assortment of hair pins, wanting something to make your look really pop. Your dress was simple but elegant and if you were going to show up with the Itachi Uchiha you needed to look the part. The plunging neckline surprisingly offered you support while showing off your cleavage behind sheer fabric. Your back was completely bare, the straps on your shoulders thin, and the slit ran high; but was covered by more sheer fabric. It was light, easy to move in, and one of your favorites. You choose a sparkling hairpin and add it to your up-do, twisting your head back and forth to get the full effect.

You just needed jewelry.

The low vibration from your phone distracts you and you smile when you see who's calling. You answer the Facetime request and your smile broadens when your best friend immediately begins squealing.

“Oh my god, shut up! You look so good.”

You snort and wave her off as you position your phone on your dresser to free up your hands. She continues talking and you think you hear glass clinking in the background.

“When’s boss man picking you up? Is he even going to be able to function around you? Like, I'm engaged and honestly, I'll leave him for you right here and now. Just say the word.”

The laugh that escapes you is warm and the anxiety you were feeling earlier begins to fade.

“Tell your fiance if he makes one wrong move I’ll say the word and steal you back. And he’s not picking me up, he’s sending a driver. I've got, like, thirty minutes."

Your friend makes a noise and you can see the wine glass in her hand as she moves to sit on her couch.

“Well, I just wanted to call before you left so I could see the final product. I love your hair, is that the hairpin I got you?”

You nod and spin, showing off the back of your head, giggling when you hear her audibly whistle.

“Babe, you look even better from the back! If Itachi doesn’t make a move, go find some other rich CEO to marry so you can pay for my wedding.”

You give your friend an unimpressed look and decide not to respond, instead holding up two different pairs of earrings.

“Shut up and help me. Which ones?”

After five minutes of going back and forth you find yourself wearing two different pairs of earrings; your friend sighing and nibbling her lips as her eyes flicked back and forth.

“Damn, they’re both so good. Let’s find a necklace and then come back.”

Soon, you’ve picked a necklace, a simple bracelet, and even added some more glitter to your eyes to make them shine. Still, neither of you could decide on which earrings. You move on to your deodorant and double check you have everything in your purse while she updated you on a frustrating new hire at her company. It felt like old times, back before you worked for Itachi and before she had met her now fiance, when it was just the two of you struggling against the world.

“Okay, okay, let’s focus up. You do a shot yet?”

You scrunch your face up at the old memory and snort. Back when you and your best friend lived together you would always take one shot of whatever alcohol you had on hand before going to any kind of social event that made you both nervous. A house party, birthday, forced family outing; it didn't matter. It was a way to take the edge off, without “being trashy” as she so eloquently put it. The tradition was rooted deep, even with you both living apart, and you can't help but smile.

“No. I don’t drink when I’m working.”

The gasp that meets your ears is loud, pained, and dramatic. You're surprised your cell speaker still functions once she's done wailing.

“Uh-uh! This isn’t work, this is a date. At a fancy gala. With fancy people. And your hot as shit boss.”

You try and prove your indifference with a shrug but even through the phone she wasn't having it.

“We’ve still got fifteen minutes, take me to your kitchen woman! I’ll do one with you, in solidarity.”

You reward her with a laugh and pick your phone up, obeying her very demanding request. You place her on your countertop near your stove and shake your head when you see her doing the same, frantically searching her own kitchen for alcohol.

“Okay okay, let’s see. I've got some questionable tequila and some very fancy vodka, which is more the mood we're going for. What about you?”

You hum and peek in your fridge, mildly surprised you still have some raspberry flavored vodka left over from weeks ago.

“I’ve got vodka too, but I wouldn't call it fancy.”

There’s loud cheering coming from your phone’s speaker and you roll your eyes, grabbing a shot glass from the top of your fridge. You fill it easily and hold it up to your camera, smiling when you see your friend do the same.

“Alright! Cheers to you, your hot ass, and Itachi removing that stick from his hot ass. On three!"

You count down and throw back the sweet smelling alcohol, immediately crinkling your nose at the burn in your throat. You hear audible gagging and chuckle as you watch your friend frantically search her kitchen for a chaser.

“Jesus Christ, this shit sucks. I hate my fiance, let’s kick him out and you can move in again. Then we can get rid of all this nasty shit in my fridge.”

Your laugh turns into a fond smile and you open your mouth to retort when there’s a knock at your door. Frowning slightly at the intrusion, you turn and eye the clock on your wall.

Seven fifty. You had ten more minutes to prepare for Itachi’s driver and someone was knocking at your door.

Great.

“Gotta go lover, some jackass is banging on my door. I’ll text you later!”

“What!? Let me see! Push me against the peep hole so I can tell them to fuck off!”

You snort and shake your head, waving goodbye before disconnecting the video. If your friend had it her way, you’d keep her on the line all night, hiding her in your purse and whipping her out to gossip about everyone around you.

You move toward your door, dropping your phone on your couch, and go to unlock it without checking your peephole. It was more than likely your neighbor, who sometimes got confused in his old age about what apartment he was at. You open the door with fervor and blink stupidly at who you see standing in the hallway.

Okay.

Definitely not your neighbor.

Itachi finds himself in your hallway, attention directed towards adjusting his cuff links, and glances up at the sound of your door opening. Years of practice and etiquette training have him schooling his features to not betray the absolute turmoil he feels from seeing you.

You were an absolute vision.

You had outdone yourself and Itachi forces himself to memorize this moment in it's entirety. Your eyes shone beneath simple makeup and glitter, your hair twisted and styled beautifully in an up-do that left your neck bare. The wide eyed surprise on your face only adds to your allure and Itachi finds himself struggling to control the way his pulse quickens. The dress you're wearing is either new or had been hiding in your closet somewhere and he fights to keep his eyes on your face. From what he can see, the sheer fabric that hugs your body leaves little to the imagination, and something warm begins to burn through him.

Curling his mouth into a friendly smile, Itachi goes to speak to break the charged silence between you two, but you cut him off breathlessly - eyes narrowing.

“You’re early.”

Itachi almost laughs as the heat in his chest begins to spread. Maybe he'd tell his driver to leave, skip the troublesome gala, and see if he could convince you to stay in. Maybe -

“Are you ready?” Itachi forces himself to ask, smile widening to show teeth when you roll your eyes and step to the side, inviting him in wordlessly. He needed to see the night through. He wouldn't be so easily distracted by your glitter and barbed tongue.

“No, because you’re early. Are you incapable of telling time without me?”

The butterflies assaulting your chest mixed with the alcohol warming your skin have you coming closer and closer to the unrestrained panic you were feeling earlier. He’d said be ready by eight and you had assumed he would send a driver, like always.

Obviously you were wrong.

Itachi hums, pointedly ignoring your jab, and steps into your apartment. You eye him warily as his head turns slowly, no doubt inspecting your place. He’d never been inside of your home before and finds himself taking in all of the little details. Soft touches of you were everywhere and while he could classify your apartment as busy, it was also comforting. Lived in. A home filled with framed pictures, small plants, and what seemed to be an inappropriate amount of blankets. There were at least two on the couch, two on the armchair, and a pile folded up and tossed onto the ottoman. He reaches for the worn red one on the couch and pulls it between his fingers, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“Do you get cold often?” He questions and you snort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Shut up. You don’t get to insult my blankets after barging into my apartment.”

Itachi glances at you before dropping the fabric in his hand.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever ‘barged in’ anywhere.”

This pulls a trademark eye roll out of you and Itachi finds himself smiling fondly before his brow furrows. You notice immediately and frown, cocking your head slightly.

“What?” you ask, inhaling sharply when your boss takes a measured step towards you. His movement leaves barely any space between you and you follow his eyes, confused at the way they seemed to trail from the left to the right.

What was he looking at -

Oh. Your earrings.

“Shit” you murmur, both hands coming up to fiddle with the mismatched jewelry dangling from your ears. You had completely forgotten that you hadn’t chosen a set yet and can’t help but grin up at Itachi, shrugging sheepishly.

“Couldn’t decide on a pair, just give me a minute to -”

You go to step around him, planning on just picking randomly and grabbing your shoes from your bedroom, when he shifts his stance to block you. You halt your movement, glancing up at him again, only for everything to shut down when a warm hand reaches to brush against your ear.

Here’s the thing, about Itachi and physical touch.

He didn’t do it. In fact, you’d seen him actively avoid it.

It's not like you two hadn't touched before - consequences from working so closely together. A brush of fingers when handing off files to each other between meetings, a polite hand on the other one’s forearm to grab their attention, a tap on the shoulder to signal it was time to move on. You've even fallen asleep on him a couple times at the airport, which was always coupled with an apology and an indifferent shrug. Regardless, physical touch between you two was always quick, always professional, and never meant to be anything more than innocent.

The hand currently brushing against your face was anything but.

Your body, traitorous thing, was completely frozen and you can’t do anything but blink rapidly at the sudden contact. His fingers toy with your dangly earring and brush where your jaw meets your neck, eyes focused as he considers you. He mirrors his movements on the other side of your head, essentially cradling your face while he mulls over which earrings he likes. At least, that's what you assume he's doing. It's not like you can ask, you're entire being was rendered immobile and useless under his touch and distantly you wonder if you're still breathing. Maybe you stopped. Maybe you'll pass out and wake up and he'll be gone and you can ... oh. The thumb that slowly starts to stroke your jaw fractures your train of thought and you swallow when Itachi finally steps back and drops his hands, eyes glinting mischievously.

“The one on the right suits you better.”

It takes you a moment to remember what he was talking about. You bring a hand that you were trying very hard to keep from shaking up to your right ear and fiddle with the jewelry attached to it.

“Thanks.” you reply, voice barely above a whisper, and move past him to finish getting ready in your bedroom. It only takes you a minute to put on matching earring and grab your shoes and purse - but you take an extra minute to collect yourself.

The heat pooling in your abdomen was working with the butterflies assaulting your tummy and you take a final breath, urging yourself to get it together. It didn't mean anything, he was just messing with you like always, it didn't mean anything. You step out and grab your phone from the couch before dropping it in your purse and heading to the door.

“Let's go Uchiha, now I'm waiting on you.”

There's a low chuckle from behind you and soon you're both entering your building's elevator after exiting your apartment. You're trying desperately to get your heart rate back to normal and spare a glance towards your boss as the doors ding shut.

You had to admit he looked good. Itachi was dressed in all black, his suit jacket extremely form fitting, and you spy what’s come to be your favorite dress shirt underneath it. You noticed that he wasn’t wearing a tie and can’t help but smile.

“Going for a more casual look tonight?” You snark, meeting his gaze with an arched brow. Itachi looked the exact opposite of casual with his hair neatly styled and silver cuff links sparking. Your boss would be breaking necks well into the evening, but still. The absence of a tie strikes you as kind of funny and you're grasping for some sort of normalcy.

Making fun of him was your version of normal. It was a comfortable default and you planned to use it all night if needed.

Itachi narrows his eyes at you and snorts, looking back to watch the numbers on the elevator go down.

"Someone once told me I needed to learn how to tone it down.”

This brings a genuine laugh out of you as memories from a previous conversation spring forward. You had both been attending an art gallery, looking to purchase some pieces for the lobby that had been recently redone. He’d shown up in a similar outfit to the one he was wearing now, which made him a bit overdressed and a complete contrast to your very casual professional attire. Attendees had paid more attention to your boss than the art that night and after two glasses of wine you pulled him to the side, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tone it down Fabio, before they start bidding on you instead.”

His unfiltered reaction had been priceless, head turning toward you so quickly you were surprised his neck didn’t break. Once he saw your evil little smile he’d glared at you and actually rolled his eyes, before directing your attention to a painting he wanted for his office.

"Whoever suggested that is probably a genius and grossly underpaid." You sniff, pretending to pick at a stray thread on your purse. It wasn't a secret that your boss was unjustly pretty and on days when you were feeling particularly sour about it you made sure to tease him. There's a catch of breath from next to you that could be described as a laugh as the elevator doors opened and you begin to move forward, only to come to a complete stop when Itachi speaks.

"She's certainly troublesome, but I'm quite fond of her."

You whip your head to the right, mouth parting in surprise at the bold choice of words, but Itachi is already exiting the elevator, holding the door open with his arm. You spy his driver on the other side of the clear glass doors in your apartment lobby and lift your chin up, determined to not let him see how easily he continued to fluster you. It was all a game, one you've played with him many times, and while you feel the flames of defeat licking at your heels you wouldn't go down easily.

You walk past him, focusing on keeping your breaths even, when he leans in, the silk in his voice barely above a whisper.

“She's also particularly stunning this evening.”

You turn to face him, brow furrowed in confusion, all while failing to ignore the way your heart practically jumped out of your throat.

“Stop that.” You breathe and Itachi arches a brow, withdrawing his arm so the elevator doors can close.

“Stop what?” he asks, so innocently confused, and you bristle, anxiety mixing with something else that was starting to kindle. You had only done one shot, you weren't a lightweight by any means, but that bit of alcohol combined with whatever game Itachi was playing was throwing you through a loop. The pouty, irritable part of you wanted to scratch his eyes out while demanding answers but you'd either needed more alcohol or less witnesses to move forward with that half-cocked plan. So instead -

“You're annoying." You deadpan, turning to keep walking to the car. An amused hum follows you and you can picture the smug look on your boss' face as you both make your way outside. There was a chill in the air that helped alleviate the agitated heat you were battling and by the time you're seated comfortably in the backseat you're feeling a bit more normal.

Itachi slides into the seat next to you and immediately reaches for a pile of folders on the seat next to him. You make a noise of disapproval before remembering that you're still annoyed with him.

“Seriously? Were you working on your way over here? It’s Saturday. We’re literally going to a party.”

You're pointedly ignored, but the driver who's name you cannot remember snorts lightly from the front and your smile shows teeth.

“See? Even he thinks you’re insane.”

Itachi pauses his perusal to glance between you and the console mirror, eyes narrowing marginally.

"I don't pay you two to team up against me."

A sharp, sarcastic noise escapes you and you lean forward, going so far as to place your hand on the driver's seat.

"Does it state anywhere in your contract that we can't conspire together?"

"No ma'am." The man responds, his tone clipped and professional, but the playful glint in his eye made your nose scrunch up in amusement.

"No." You cheerfully agree, settling back into your seat and going so far as the flick the corner of the folder still in Itachi's hands. Your boss lets out a long suffering sigh that you're sure he'd been holding in for days, before relenting and closing the document.

"This is the business proposal for Kakuzu's new-"

"Oh, really? Wow that's incredible, I don't remember asking-"

"If we can come to an agreement this would mean-"

"Wow, again with more information that no one asked-"

"You are quite possibly the most-"

"Incredible, talented, intelligent-"

"I could fire you-"

"Oh I dare you-"

You find yourself laughing as you and Itachi fall into a comfortable back and forth, nerves quickly dissipating as the car pulls off. So long as the rest of the night went like this, you would be fine.

You hoped.

[obsessedwithceleste]

What was the saying? Anon off cause we die like men?

I’m giggling sm rn can’t wait for mine. Also whoever submitted the first one we’re basically the same person so here 💍💍💍

I’m quite tall, with mid back length hair. It’s like a chestnut brown, and slightly wavy. Got blessed with assets on the top and bottom, definitely on the curvier side.

My interests include reading lots and lots of philosohy, playing all my instruments, martial arts and (weirdly) learning new subjects all the time. My most recent endeavour is computer science.

I’m an ENTJ, usually described as quite commanding. I enjoy taking on more of a leadership role, and can come off (as expected) quite rude and unforgiving. I beg to differ, because I know i’m quite the opposite. I definitely come across as such, but that’s because people haven’t gotten to know me. Id like to think i’m quite funny, I sort of have this knack for finding something in common with everyone and getting them to warm up to me. An introverted social butterfly of sorts.

Assigned as slytherin but i think my values can align with ravenclaw aswell. I’m quite diplomatic, in the right environments i can be very charismatic too.

I’m good with people. If it doesn’t benefit me i don’t really care that much, but in environments where it really benefits me or I have to, i become a completely different person.

I’m a no bullshit person when it comes to other people. I will happily point out what others won’t. I have strong values and stick to them, and people who don’t like that aren’t worth my time

In terms of relationships i am THE BIGGEST LOVER. I switch up so much. I love domestically sickening relationships, cooking for one another, lazy mornings etc. I think physical intimacy and ‘acts of service’ are the things i love. I would probably show my partner acts of service and quality time. I would also do physical touch, but if they’re the type to crave it too.

I really love when someone is obsessed with you. I think it gives a sense of security in a relationship. I’m very driven and need someone who can match that, but also need someone who can take a step back at times and bring me back to earth.

My music taste is just depressing. It’s all shoegaze and classical. In all honesty i can be a little all over the place, a sweetheart one moment and aggravated at everyone in the next, so someone who isn’t put off by that? dream.

My clothings is variable but i’m always well put together. Even if it makes me late, i always make sure to look my best (it’s what people first notice about you, so may aswell make the best impression)

Academically driven, i’d say i’m a high performer but i lack motivation. When i put the work in I excel, but it’s hard for me to focus.

I think this makes me seem super serious but given my reposts you can tell i’m very much a yapper, who says things that need to have me restrained 💀💀💀

I think my personal type varies largely from who i’d actually be best with so i won’t mention it.

If you asked my friend to describe me in three words (one of them has my tumblr, yes i’m taking abt you my fellow gatekeeping queen. Pls say this is correct): They’d probably say funny, messy (drama wise, not literally) and caring.

My family would probably say fiercely protective, lowk a bit mean but deeply loving

CANT WAIT!! I did just give you like a whole character analysis but WOOOOOOO

I’m living for your full on character analysis😭 hope I do you justice Queen🫶🏽

Pairing: Theodore Nott

Theodore is generally quiet and understated, but this boy has such a superiority complex. He always assumes that he’s the smartest in the room.

He takes so much pride in his academic prowess, but has an equally sharp and witty tongue.

The first time he meets you, you definitely take him down a peg or twenty. (Boy needs to be humbled fr) You’re able to match him in intellect and snap right back at him when he makes snide remarks which he finds infuriating, but also admirable.

When he finally realizes that he can’t beat you outright, he switches up tactics and turns up the charm. He’s then sent spiraling once again when it’s turned right back around in his face. (Takes a Slytherin to know a Slytherin I suppose)

When the two of you are eventually able to come to a truce, it’s like the puzzle pieces slowly begin to fall into place.

Sure one of you might get heated up every once in a while, but the other is always there to make sure it’s reeled back in.

Theo loves listening to you talk about all of your niche interests and ideas and happily sits with you for hours at a time (sometimes you catch him staring a little too long when you’re both studying in the library, but he vehemently denies it)

He’s a big fan of dry humor and thinks it’s so funny when you blurt out random, out of pocket shit.

He loves leaving silly little notes in places you’re not suspecting and tries to pretend like he’s not watching as you read each one.

At the first quidditch match of the season, he tries to casually suggest that you wear his jumper in the stands while you watch. Yes the one with his name written across the back in big bold letters.

After the game, you’re not even able to get a word out before Theo barrels over to you, sweeping you off your feet and into a bear hug. He’s sweaty and he smells horrible, but you can’t seem to mind.

Later that evening you both find yourselves curled up in your dorm room with warm hot cocoa smuggled in from the kitchens and stacks of books long forgotten. You’re chatting away but Theo can’t seem to string a single one of your sentences together as his eyes keep falling back to your lips and the animated way they’re talking about some guy named Aristotle.

He doesn’t really remember much of what you said after that as he crashes his lips against yours. It’s warm, and sweet, and you just melt.

The next morning you’re greeted by a nice, loud wolf-whistle from Mattheo, and you’re very sure that you hear Enzo mumble something about “it being about bloody time”.

His friends adore you though, and Theo just loves being able to tell everyone that he’s your boyfriend. You thought he had a god complex before? This is a whole new level, even for him.

Theo is completely and utterly devoted to you, always wanting to be close, preferably with an arm wrapped securely around you. And when that isn’t an option, it’s rare that you leave his eyesight.

He just loves doting on you, always making sure you’re fed, you’re not too cold in the chilly halls of the castle, heaven forbid you have to carry your own books to class. He can be a full blown mother bird.

Anyway, the two of you are sickeningly in love (much to the disgust of Mattheo) and you each have the other wrapped around your finger.

[verosvault]

🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 6🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 6 "Party Politics"

Timestamp: 1:06:43

Video Length: 4min. & 15sec.

Mazey asks if anyone wants to play Twister 🫶

Brennan: "It's one of those things where the host and other kids go to a room at a party they are throwing, it has a gravitational pull to it."

Mazey joins in! 😭✋ I LOVE HER SO BAD! 😭✋

Mazey: "Oh, a little private hang? Some cool air in here?"

Kristen: "Yeah, you know, I'd love to pick your brain sometime, if we could do a power lunch at school."

Mazey: "Not allowed to do favoritism, but during office hours, school hours, yeah, let's do it."

Kristen: "I'd love that. I'd love that."

Fabian asks if Mazey wants to do some pirate snuff 💀 and she kindly declines the offer 😋

Mazey: "Wanna break out some Twister?"

Ivy: "Twister? What, are we in middle school?" 😭

Mazey gets very HURT! 😭✋

Mazey is very talented and has cool stuff going on, but she's involved in student government. She's a good egg! 🥺😭

Fig says that she'd love to play Twister with Mazey! 😭✋

Mazey looks very heartened at Fig! 🥺

Fig rolls intimidation towards Ivy for that and Kristen offers the help action! 😎👌 Fig gets a 17 intimidation towards Ivy!

Ivy purses her lips and smiles at Fig

Ivy: "Bit chilly."

Drunk Adaine: "That's the ice muffets." 😂🤣

Brennan laughs! 😂🤣

Brennan: "I love drunk Adaine so much! The ice muffets." 😭✋

Adaine made it really cold in here! 😂🤣💀

Gorgug: "Can you get them out of here?" 😂🤣💀😭✋

Fig doesn't respond to Ivy.

Fig uses all of her bardic energy to get a rowdy game of Twister going!

Fig turns it into drinking twister and emcee's it!

Fig has rivalries. She hosts it like a pro wrestling match. 😂

Ivy looks at Mazey and doesn't say anything, 'cause of the intimidation roll.

Ivy asks for some snuff from Fabian.

Mazey looks at Fabian "Yeah, Twister, there's a cool variant where there's some break dancing moves, if you wanted to come play."

Riz: "That's awesome."

Ivy just smiles at Fabian!

(BRENNAN IS REALLY OUT HERE TRYING TO LEAD FABIAN/LOU TO MAKE ALL THE BAD BUT ALSO PERFECTLY IN-CHARACTER KINDS OF CHOICES! I'M CRYING FR! 😭✋ BRENNAN IS SO EVIL! 😭✋)

Fig: "There's actually a huge line, you don't need to come. It's already really popular."

Fabian: "Yeah, I'm gonna stay up here and do snuff."

Fig: "Yeah"

Fabian: "Sadly, Twister is not my style."

Ivy grins

Ivy: "Bye Bye, Macy"

Everyone makes insight checks into Mazey 😭

Brennan: "I think all of Fabian's friends see Fabian's decision for what it is."

Gorgug and Riz both decide to go play Twister 💀

Mazey has a deep sigh.

Mazey: "Let's go!"

Mazey picks up Fig and puts her up on her giant shoulder! 😭✋♥️

Kristen mouths to Fig: "Use this! Be in with the Prez!"

Fig: "I'm not gonna do that!"

Kristen: "Use this!"

Fig: "Kristen, Fine!" 😭

Kristen: "Follow the money!"

The Twister party is legendary! 😆👏

Mazey doesn't take shots, but transitions to being like "All right, taking my windbreaker off!" 🥺

Mazey is getting involved with other people 🥺

Brennan: "Everyone goes and jumps in the tartar sauce in the pool. You see that it's very fun and rowdy. There's a variant where you can avoid certain things by doing dance moves. At one point, she has to get a foot to an impossible place and leaps up and does this incredible acrobatic flip into a spot to land in the right place."

Ally: "Standing ovation."

[nknoxe-n]

Good day! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ I was scrolling through tumblr and apparently, I've read some of your works. I love love love it like fr 🥹‼️ I want to participate in this match up event of yours. It's my first time joining this kind of stuff— apologies if I ever made a mistake abt my details ㅠㅡㅠ, thanks!! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)♡

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: bisexual

zodiac stuff: (idk how this works)

gemini sun, cap moon, leo rising, taurus venus

mbti: infj or isfj (idk bro i keep getting both)

physical appearance: 5'5 - 5'6, medium length hair (butterfly cut), heart face shape, almond eyes, usually appears cold because of rbf, old money style (in clothes)

how i function: i tend to be passionate about things i love, compete with everyone because i hate to lose, tend to be lazy sometimes, is kind of dense, clingy + loud af (if ur close to me), despises dirty environment, can be very direct and straightforward, zones out randomly, brainrot x dry humor, sensitive interms of words, attachment issues, short tempered, could get jealous easily but won't show it because im sigma fr, kinda delusional (it just happens in the middle of 3 AM), loves to take the lead, independent and values freedom

things i like: DEBATES!!, roasting people, ARTS!!, psychology, my son (my 3 year old koala plush), reading, MUSIC!! (usually Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood and Lana Del Rey), F1‼️‼️‼️

things i hate: men (not every man but most of them), noisy or messy af surroundings, womanizers, over dramatic people, disturbance as i work into something, not following the rules or being late

love language: GIFT GIVING/RECEIVING!!, acts of service, QUALITY TIME!!

my type: someone who will stay through the good and bad times, someone that assures me, someone who will make me feel heard, someone who knows me deeply that they can sense what i need, how i feel, or what i want without even talking, someone devoted and loyal, someone with goals and strives to achieve them, someone hardworking and passionate about what they do, not afraid to cry infront of me, erm.. princess treatment— *gunshots*, someone not afraid to correct me when I do something wrong, can handle attitude, can do some household chores atleast, knows boundaries, shows affection in private cuz i hate pda, PROVIDER!!

(sorry, i know this is too long ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ but thank you!! (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠) )

Your Blue Lock Matchup: Sae Itoshi

I know, I know, he’s got that aloof, “I don’t care” attitude most of the time, but trust me, once he’s invested in someone, he goes all in. And honestly? With your fiery, passionate energy, I think you’d be the one to break down those walls of his and make him actually care in a way no one else could.

Sae would admire your drive and competitive streak—he’s the same way. You hate losing? So does he. You both thrive on pushing yourselves to be the best. He’d totally respect your leadership qualities, and honestly? He’d quietly love seeing you take charge, though he’d never admit it out loud.

He’s not great with words (ehem obviously), but he’d make sure you feel how much he cares. You want someone who stays through thick and thin? That’s him. He’s a man of actions—whether it’s doing something thoughtful when he knows you’ve had a bad day, or subtly reassuring you with small gestures (like holding your hand under the table or brushing your hair out of your face when no one’s looking). He’s all about private, meaningful moments, which works perfectly since you’re not into PDA.

When it comes to your independence I think I understand how you feel which is the main reason I chose Sae, he's perfectly stable financially, but he would not want you to be a 'housewife' partner completely dependent on his income. He also really value's freedom of his own, so it would be easy for him to understand you wanting freedom as well, to do what makes you happy.

As for the princess treatment? Sae might not go full-on knight in shining armor, but he’s got his own way of spoiling you. I believe he would drive you places when he has time, and would buy you gifts when he goes abroad to play.

He is clean, indefinitely, he's never been good at chores himself, but he cleaned up after his brother pretty often so he knows the basics and likes when his space is well-kept.

[hayatoseyepatch]

You are literally so fucking amazing, Sam! I’m proud of you for not only reaching 500 followers, but also for being the spectacular, sweet, funny and kind person you are ❤️ I know you put in so much time and care into your writing and that’s evident in the quality you put out bb!

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: I’m a relatively bubbly person! I love to make others laugh and enjoy laughing myself. I’m supportive of those I love and have been told I have the personality of a Kindergarten teacher from friends because I’m always pumping people up 🥲 I’m a cross between an introvert and an extrovert but lean more extrovert as I can strike up a conversation with anyone and don’t mind being personable/putting myself out there (I just NEED time to recharge my battery). I’m super sensitive to my emotions and the emotions of others around me; I feel best when those I love feel their best and will go through great lengths to make sure they have a smile on their face. If we’re being honest, I’m a chronic people pleaser (working on it!).

Hobbies: Horror Movies, Rock/Metal Concerts, Naps, Good Food, Finding the Joy in Things

Fandoms: Wind Breaker + Demon Slayer

Fave Tropes: “X Fell Hard, But Y Fell Harder” “Stuck in a Confined Space With Each Other” “All-Consuming Love 🤡🤡” Is the last one a trope? I’m saying that it is haha

What’s My Type: I feel like my type has changed so much especially since I’ve experienced so many new life events? But I think it all comes down to: strong personality, hero/justice oriented type, loud, strong (strength-wise). Looks matter to me in characters, sure, but the characters that have stuck with me are the characters with the loudest ideals, personalities and mouths (does this sound like me, Sam? It’s so hard to analyze yourself, you know?) Idk maybe conviction is sexy to me????

Favorites: looooool you know who my faves are but I never get tired of sharing: Haruka Sakura, Kyojuro Rengoku, Obanai Iguro. But I will NOT be upset if you don’t pair me with anyone from this list in fact I welcome whatever feels most right to YOU in matching, Sam 🫶

ICKS: God, yes. Fuck Akaza with my ENTIRE chest. Like I will CRY! I don’t mind anyone else otherwise.

Love you bb! You are KILLING it!

-Eevees-Hobbies

Here we are back on the Eevee makes Sam cry chronicles, thank you so much for your kind words I literally adore you more than anything. Funny thing, I was literally scrolling and did you know you were like my second-ever mutual when I made this blog back in June? I literally lucked out so hard fr and now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your days, funny how that works. Okay, I’m rambling, ilysm bb, onto your match up. You're a mutual who asked for two so that’s what you shall get baby!!

First I match you up with KYOJURO RENGOKU from Demon Slayer!

⤜♡→ Okay you knew this was coming, I knew this was coming, we all knew this was coming. I can't be here holding a match-up event and not pay tribute to my favorite married couple. You guys are SOULMATES in my eyes, and Rengoku’s too. If you looked up devotion in an encyclopedia there you both are.

⤜♡→ Rengoku had fallen for you from the first moment he saw you smile, from the instance that your melodic laughter met his ears for the very first time. He swore in that moment he would dedicate his life to keeping that smile on your face and your laughter in the air.

⤜♡→ Lets be honest here Rengoku is a gorgeous man, however, what made you fall for him was his conviction. He has such a noble heart and is always willing to help out anyone in need. His heart had its way of calling out to yours and I think you were both hopeless from the start.

⤜♡→ If you are also a demon slayer, I believe it took a while for you both to get together, the nature of the profession puts your lives in danger at every turn. He definitely confessed while you both were on a mission. The two of you were forced to hide from a demon the both of you aiming to gather intel and well making out in a closet kind of just took precedence, oops.

The both of you laid in the grass, breaths coming in uneven as dawn finally broke over the horizon. The fight you had both been engaged in was long and arduous, dark red staining your uniforms, but luckily nothing life-threatening. But the fear of losing you sets a jolt of panic through Rengoku’s heart. Despite the both of you fighting side by side countless times this was the first time he feared for your lives. He was quiet, collecting your form delicately into his strong arms. His face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, taking it in as if it was his lifeline. The realization that this could have been the last time he held you like this, he lets it consume his senses. His heart raced in his chest holding you in a vice-like grip as his vision blurred, he didn’t know what he would ever do if he lost you, and the idea alone had him making up his mind in that instant.

He pulled from you, only enough so he could look into your eyes, the same eyes he found himself lost in every day, the same eyes he wanted to look into with love and adoration for the rest of his life. His hands moved to cup your cheeks, pulling you in to capture your lips with his own. He poured ever last ounce of love he could possibly fit into the embrace. When he finally brought himself to pull from the kiss his eyes were lit with a fiery conviction, the words falling from his mouth as if it were as easy as breathing. As if every word he had ever said never meant as much to him as the ones he was about to speak. “Marry me.”

He sees the shock light on your features from the sudden nature of his words, but they were anything but spontaneous. He had thought countess times about marrying you, having a life with you, starting a family. He takes your hands in his eyes burning into your own. “I love you more than anything in this life. I could have lost you tonight, I cannot live another moment without you as my wife. I will love you until the moment I draw my last breath, I will find you in every lifetime to make you mine again. Please, my love, give me the pleasure of being your husband. Let me spend the rest of my days by your side.” When he was looking at you like that with his words setting your heart ablaze, how could you possibly say no?

Second up I match you with ME just kidding I guess or whtever.. but no its HAYATO SUO from Wind Breaker!

⤜♡→ Okay, hoe, before you come at me with your pitchfork and say I’m just trying to start with you on my Suo bs again HEAR ME OUT! I really do think you two are more compatible than you think you are. As someone who likes to think she knows you just a wee bit from being up your ass everyday, I have an informed opinion.

⤜♡→ I think Suos care is often overlooked for the whole "mischievous cocky asshole” vibe, but he's so much more than that. We’re talking about the same man who took Nirei under his wing to teach him how to fight so he wouldn’t get hurt. The same man who protects him at every turn even if it leaves himself open. The man who went taint first kick to Endo for talking bad about Sakura. He is willing to do whatever it takes to protect those he cares about and would watch the world burn to keep you safe.

⤜♡→ CEO of shit-talking. I just imagine you both curled up in bed with one another, his fingers running up and down the column of your spine as he snorts at the way you were making fun of Tsugeura’s hair. The both of you constantly whispering to each other under your breaths while out and about not even trying to hide when you were talking about someone.

⤜♡→ I feel like you both get into so much mischief. Suo is more than aware of Sakura’s little crush on you and he is more than happy to tease him at every corner. Kissing you in front of him, pulling you into his lap, whispering the nastiest shit in your ear (conveniently forgetting he was in earshot). But he was a very generous man, he repays Sakura for all the teasing by letting him take a taste of you whenever he wants. Just because he’s such a good friend, yk?

⤜♡→ Come on babe, you're gonna look at me and say the sex isn’t on a whole other level? This man CRAVES you constantly. He will treat you like the most precious gem imaginable in the streets and take you home and fuck you like a whore. Aftercare is god tier though.

Suo hums, adjusting the water in the bath for the both of you, just how you like it. Adding in some Epsom salt to soothe your aching muscles from the strain put on them by such an intense session. Once the bath was drawn, he returns to the bedroom, eyes soft as he sees you lying against the sheets. Cupping your cheek as he presses a sweet kiss to your lips. “Come on my love let’s get you a nice warm bath to get you all cleaned up, then we can just lay in bed for the rest of the evening, how does that sound, hm?”

He collects you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom, gently settling you both into the warm water. Careful not to let the water slosh around and get the floor wet. He pulls you against his chest arms settling around your midsection, holding you to him. His eyes closing in contentment as he enjoys the skin-to-skin contact he is receiving. Resting his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and enjoying this moment with you. “You did so good for me, my sweet baby, now let me take care of you, yeah?” He was always so gentle after, hands soothing over your sore muscles, gently washing you in the bath. Kisses pressed to every inch of your skin as he worships your body. Confessions of love and adoration murmured into your skin.

Once you were thoroughly cleaned and feeling the depths of his affection he would drain the tub, not letting you lift a finger as he dried you off. Rubbing lotion into your skin in a comforting gesture before getting you dressed in your night clothes. After getting ready for bed himself he climbs into the mattress next to you, collecting you into his arms once more. He smiles softly as you snuggle into him, pressing his lips against your forehead as he watches your eyes droop. "Good night my love, you've most certainly earned your rest." Suo may be an actual demon when fucking you, but he would never allow you to question that you are his world. He never thought he was capable of loving someone like this, and he would do everything in his power to keep you by his side.

[lilys0evil0twin]

Serait-il possible d'avoir un headcanon X-Ray avec Hajun, s'il vous plaît ?

X-Ray series: Gods

[Part 1] [Part 2]

It's been a long time huh... Well hi, I'm back with an appetizer before I dive into all the drafts I have collected

Please enjoy, much love and let me know who you'd like to have in part 3 😘

Zero's guy didn't change much while he changed to his evil self... Hajun on the other hand...

Zerofuku/Hajun

The only changes evident are bulging veins, darker tones and while in his badbitch era, it's tip curves upwards

While Zero has matching length and thickness, Hajun is uhm... A literal horse (yes with that ring thing horses have)

Zero shaves messily as he doesn't really like doing it, Hajun however does not shave AT ALL

He doesn't care whether u like it or not

His tip was originally #7DOD3, when evil it turned #DO92A1 and Hajun's is #B36B6E

Now specifically for Hajun

U'know about the two purplish lines going down from the hole in his chest... Yeah, it reaches down there alright

Also, those red ridges on his forearms?... Yeah... Those too (not very big tho, dw)

Hermes

Not very long or too thick, I'd say he's very symmetrical

He's spotless, not one hair can be found on this mf

He also makes sure to lotion his skin, so no red spots, ingrown hair, no nothing, just smooth and soft skin

(like baby's bums fr)

The red marks on his face, do appear down there as well, just below his bellybutton

Also, yes, there are beauty marks over his base (like three I'd say)

His tip is a pretty #FE80A2

His balls are a bit heavy in their skin but are just as smooth and spotless as the rest

Buddha

He's not as scary as you'd think down there, nothing crazy going on

Despite the fact he's very proud, to the point he's a bit annoying abt it

(honestly it's freaking beautiful but don't tell him I said that)

The tip is #F9BBBF

As his skin is kinda pale, you can see all the veins, creating this greenish shadowy lines

He's not very thick, more on the longer side

Not hairy at all, males sure to shave regularly and I like to think he's got a happy trail on nearly white hair

His balls are tight and pretty round (*cough* celibacy during his human life *cough*) but he's too lazy to shave completely here, he just trims it

Ares

This biatch is thick and long

And when I say thick, I mean THICK, y'all need some serious stretching (he's very afraid to hurt y'all)

It's straight as a line (he's very embarrassed abt it...)

The tip is big and has very little foreskin covering it

It's #FE80A2

He does shave, however, the razor u got him is a bit small in his hands, plus he's very clumsy so he cuts himself regularly

He balls are surprisingly not too big but nonetheless are shaped nicely

Beelzebub

Not very thick, but he's L. O. N. G.

His veins are surprisingly very visible, it's like his skin is translucent

It curves slightly downwards, like it's a bit sad

His tip is a bit pale, but dw he's fine, it's #E4C8DE

He does have a little bush, as he doesn't shave just trims, he also doesn't take your opinion on the matter

His balls are nice and smooth, a bit stretched but nothing drastic

Rudra

Yes, like Shiva, he also has two

One below the other

There are the leftover markings similar to the ones on his face, on both ofc

The tips are a nice #B75264

The veins do appear to be bulging at his v-line, but they disappear the lower you go

Now, apart from Shiva, his aren't the same size

The upper one is thicker, whereas the lower one is slightly longer

His balls are a little heavy for his liking (don't tell him I told u that) and for the skin

He does have a black bush down there, but he's willing to style it however you'd like him to

Adamas

This one... Is a little wild

He's all over the place, bro's unable to shave properly, he either cuts himself and throws a tantrum or leaves some hair here and there

He does have a thick, red happy trail

The line is there actually, one going from the top, straight down, circling the tip and down towards his balls

His tip is #387C44

His balls are outlined by the lines too and are just as messily shaved

(Now... Y'all think he was able to convince Beelzy to create him one for his cyborg self? 👀)