#chemistry is in the eye of the beholder

[dandeliondocx]

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[aomiiine]

WOMAN3AT3R!

𝒥𝐸𝒩𝒩𝐼𝐹𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐵𝒪𝒟𝒴!fem!reader w her first victim : professor!nanami kento. warning(s): smut [18+] w little plot, intentional bimbo behaviour on ur part, unethical nanami, reader is in college, age gap (20’s & 30’s), possessed!reader duh, brief gore & cannibalistic descriptions, sir kink, grinding, eye-fucking, not proofread. wc is 2.3k

𝑁𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑌 chemistry professor at your school was notorious for failing most of the students in his class. But everyone around knew he’d slip in a pass any girl cute and desperate enough to bargain with him. Disliking his unfairness, you planned to use your looks to your advantage in order to ‘correct’ his ways.

nanami kento.

You’ve been hearing that name for the past 7 minutes you entered the building of your university. Students groaned and cursed his name, some lucky others giggling at his kind treatment towards them. Well, the only thing in common among those lucky few were that they were all women. At this point, coincidence wasn’t something you thought was involved anymore.

shrugging past the people crowding the damn place with ease, your eyes drifted to the signs on the top by the doors to each room, paying special attention to one specific office with nanami’s name. Your head tilted as you peaked in through the small slit of the parted door, gaze landing on the infamous professor.

He wasn’t bad looking, you noted. No, not bad looking at all. But sadly he had a bad tendency to allow passes to women willing to sleep with him, his flaw in his work ethic pissing you off. The fact that he was a man abusing his responsibilities to grade students unfairly at the cost of sex made you scowl internally with disgust.

So you decided to teach him a lesson—like all the creepy professors you did before him.

Onto your chemistry lecture, you entered his class, choosing to sit back up the higher rows of the auditorium. Of course the choice of your seat was strategic, meant to tease him from afar, catch his interest. And as the hours passed, it became more evident how you did exactly that.

The blond man had his eyes drifting upwards to you more often than he usually would, taking any chance he could to catch a glimpse of your cleavage, tits threatening to spill out from the low cut of your shirt with how much you leaned and rested your chest on your arms.

Fuck, you had him stuttering mid lecture with how unintentionally distracted he was from the sight of the innocent smiles your flashed him when your eyes met, the way you twirled a finger around strands of your hair. He cursed you for making him lose his train of thought, brows furrowing furthering with every passing minute in aching curiosity to know who the hell you were.

when his god forsaken lecture ended, you lingered, unmoving from your seat as if you knew for a fact that he would ask you to stay for a while.

And lo and behold, your predictions came true.

“Excuse me, miss. Would you mind if I had a small chat with you for a moment?” His smooth yet deep voice called out to you, his tone levelled but hinted with a hint of stoicism that would leave anyone wondering with anticipation.

You couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at the way he tilted his head up to look at you, eyes scrutinising you shamelessly now that everyone else was gone. Fucking pervert.

“Yes, sir,” you purred in response, lips curling to a knowing smile. You revelled in the way the professor’s nose twitched, scrunching up for a mere moment at the way you addressed him.

Sir.

It wasn’t anything special, nothing new to him. But the way it rolled of your tongue so naturally, so sultry, made his cock jerk ever so subtly in his pants.

Your brow quirked when noticed his reaction, exhaling a sigh as you got up from your seat, not bothering to grab your things with you on your way down. Nanami went back to his desk, taking a seat and gesturing a hand to have her take a seat across him. But of course, you denied his offer, opting for a closer seat.

“What’s your name? I’ve never seen you in my classes before.”

You answered with your name while grabbing a chair to sit beside him, eyes never leaving his in the process. “Why? Am I in trouble, sir?” You taunted, leaning forward in your seat to give him a better view of your plump breasts, the angle letting him have a glimpse of them under your shirt.

No bra, the aroused professor noticed, averting his gaze quickly after to avoid suspicion.

“No, not at all. I’m just curious as to why you’ve decided to join my classes now of all times. Why not just skip for the entire year, yeah?” Nanami responded, sharp eyes assessing you with frightening attention. He brought his arms up to his chest, folding them tightly enough to flex the muscles underneath his clothes.

“Well.. I’ve heard you’re known for being.. resilient with the marks you give to selected students..” you began, trailing off with a meek smile, cheeks heating up on command to sell the dumb little girl act. “And I’ve been struggling with this subject specifically lately.. I just thought you’d be able to help me,” you pleaded shyly, voice growing fainter as you neared the end of your sentence.

Nanami on the other hand squeezed a hand on his bicep tight, hips shifting slightly in discomfort at the growing erection he had. As if he wasn’t turned on enough, your timidness mixed along with your lewdness had his cock pulsating against the restrictions of his pants. How he wanted to get him hands on you right then and there, laying you on his desk and burying himself deep into your wet heat.

But he held back, not wanting to scare off what seemed to was a poor girl trying to manage her grades.

“Then.. you know what you have to do right? I’m sure you’ve heard from.. the others,” he questioned, tilting his head slightly as he met your eyes for a moment, making sure you knew what you were getting yourself into.

Staying in character, you nodded at him, thighs rubbing against one another impatiently. Quickly after, nanami laid back into his desk chair, arms unfolding and resting on the armrests with his eyes fixated on your still. It was like he was instructing you through his gaze alone, and even you couldn’t deny the allure this man had despite his wrongs.

You got up from your seat and took patient steps close to him, climbing onto his lap to straddle him. His hands made their way to your hips almost immediately after you settled on him, spreading your legs wide and nestling your clothed pussy right onto his hard on.

The blond professor had his eyes undressing you, not making any effort to strip you despite himself. He wanted to see how you’d go on about pleasure, using his body to get yourself off. He wanted to know what you preferred. Though he was as unfair as he was, he was always attentive to his chosen girls, making sure they enjoyed their time just as much as he was. For him, pleasure goes both ways. And seeing his partner in ecstasy because of him was his mission in these affairs he would have.

“Go ahead. Hump, grind, jerk me off if you please,” he urged coolly, stern gaze glazed with desire. His hand squeezed your hips assuringly, coaxing your compliance. And being a good student you were, you obliged, beginning to rock your hips into him, feeling up the ridge of pants.

“Mmhm.. yes, sir,” you breathed, lashes fluttering with your gaze fixated on the space between your bodies where your hips met his, skirt hiking up with the help of your hand to expose your damp pussy sliding back and forth on his clothed cock.

Your eyes began alternating between nanami’s pulsating cock beneath you and his face, taking in the sight of the ever so strict professor melting in your hands. Just now, maybe, did you finally understand a bit the girls that kept coming back to him even after he passed their grades. His flushed face and parted lips made you feel in control, even though you knew he was the one that truly held the reins.

Soft growls left his throat from the foreplay, thighs tensing under yours at your grinding. You could feel your slick escape the fabric of your panties, staining his black trousers.

The subtle jumps of his dick made you curious, persuading you to quicken the pace and travel a hand down to his fly, unzipping his pants and tugging it down along with his boxers to release his heavy cock. It sprung out with the tip an angry shade of red, drooling precum with its pulsating tip. You cooed at the sight, wrapping a hand around it.

Your started off with slow, long strokes, earning hitched groans from the man’s throat. You repeated the act, twisting and squeezing his thick girth just enough to coax more of his clear fluids until it dripped down to touch your hand. Your thumb rubbed over the head, gathering and smearing the pre all over his inflamed flesh.

“Enough of this, girl. Do what you came here to do,” nanami grunted, gravelly voice letting out a subtle growl right after. His fingers had been clawing on the flesh of your hips impatiently every since you took his cock in your hand, hips subtly shifting to thrust up into your smaller palm.

“Getting needy?” you teased with a sly grin, chuckling at his response; a hoarse fuck you.

With a soft sigh, you lifted yourself up from his thighs, obliging to his rough pleading. You positioned yourself so you were hovering right above his dick, his dull nails digging insistently into your skin barely restraining himself from just slamming you down onto his weeping length. He could do it easily, burying himself deep into you impatiently with an easy snap of your panties.

But he held back. Nanami continued to watch, your dominant hand moving down between your thighs to pull aside your lacy panties, fingers grazing the wet tip of his cock unintentionally, making him shudder. The damp fabric you tugged on exposed a glimpse of the wet pussy he was about to sink himself into, the sight making his loin heat up in a knot.

“Fuck, your so wet for me, darling. What’s that about me being needy again, hm?” Nanami’s eyes darting from your tantalising cunt to your face, quirking a challenging brow.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you uttered with faux innocence, spreading your legs wider before lowering yourself on him, rubbing your glistening folds against his sensitive flesh. That shut him up quickly, for just a bit though. Because right after, his features slowly contorted in pleasure, deep moans leaving his throat along with low rumbles in his chest when you began sinking yourself down his shaft, your wet heat fluttering around him with every inch you took.

Nanami huffed, gasping a few short breaths before uttering a forced, “Yes, you do, princess. You’d know every-fucking-thing about being needy, wouldn’t you?”

You merely exhaled a heavy breath with half-hearted laughs in between, his hands guiding and helping you bounce on his heavy dick, fingers tucked under your shirt as his own hips rolled upwards to meet yours. Nothing but pants and groans filled the spacious hall, echoes of the professor’s eager moans bouncing off the walls along with your own whines.

You couldn’t help but lose your composure all the while fucking him, your motive lost in your hazy mind now that his blunt tip was abusing that one sweet spot of yours that other men had barely even reached—let alone discovered.

The filthy words of encouragement slipping past your oh-so-prim and proper professor rent surges of arousal throughout your body in shocks you didn’t even know were possible, your vision disturbed by the unshed tears pooling in your eyes.

Even with your entire body melting on his lap right now, the thought of devouring him whole never slipped past your mind, though it almost did. Fluttering your lashes to keep then open, you gazed at the blond man in front of you with his face flushed a deep shade of red, hips rutting up into you to chase his inevitable orgasm, and yours.

How could you possibly resist the inhumane urge in yourself that gnawed at you, whispered the most gruesome ways you could have him to yourself. Sinking your teeth into his bobbing throat, marking him so deeply that he’d question your true intentions, making him wonder if he was fucking a pitiful student or a serial killer. The mere thought brought you to the edge of ecstasy, pussy sucking his cock deeper into your depths while he dragged your body up and down on his aching dick like a fleshlight.

“For fuck’s sake— why’re you so impossibly tight,” the heaving man gritted, veins on his neck bulging till they reached his clenched jaw, jerking into you now that he could feel his balls begin to tighten. He was so close too soon. He wanted to try holding back but you were taking him so good he couldn’t even slow down, your lewd moans and squelches of your sopping cunt urging him to continue.

Before you could muster the energy to compose yourself to answer, one last snap of his hips had his cock spewing hot ropes of cum, the warmth of the thick fluid invading your pussy startling you. But it also brought on your own climax, your walls spasming around him uncontrollably all the while your juices spilled around his pulsating length.

You collapsed onto his larger body with ease, his raising chest welcoming you nicely. The professor basked in the afterglow of your shared climax, his arms wrapped around your quivering body in an effort to soothe you and himself.

Your breathes began to even out, regaining your composure after a moments of rest. He calmed down just as well, his chest no longer heaving. You took the opportunity to lift your head up from his chest, leaning in to his shoulder instead, turning to leave sloppy kisses on the side of his neck until you reached his ear.

“Maybe we should meet up again tonight, hm? Continue this little.. rendezvous,” you whispered sweetly against the shell of his ear, blowing a soft breath to tickle him a bit.

“What do you say, handsome?” You coaxed, lips curling to a devious smile with your eyes gleaming with levelled murderous intent. You knew just the place to have your nightly meal with him. Obviously, he was main course.

Figuratively. And literally.

[lovingpiastri]

OSCAR ' HEART EYES ' PIASTRI (op81 x female! reader)

ꪆৎ die hard formula one fans always appear to take liking to certain interviewers but dislike others , oscar doesn't need anyones input: he's smitten for you.

warnings : none !

in all the years of desiring to excell successfully into formula one, oscar never expected chit chating with a tenderly lenient interviewer would be the best jigsaw in the puzzle in which was his career . the cherry on top , the final flourish or icing on the cake were a couple of idioms he would use to describe you.

and people weren't daft to notice it either !

the lingering stares into your glamorous eyes whilst you attempted to keep your composure , clutching onto your microphone for dear life as the words slipping out of your mouth begin to blend into a mess due to your anxious nerves bubbling . even oscar wondered if you were plummeting into a sudden stroke , also panicking .

however all was well when you backtracked , re-phrased your words as an endearing bond and inside joke blossomed between you like a flourishing stargazer lily .

the joke only thickens when to your next interview you have a tight knit of flashcards, immediately sending oscar into hysterics & leaving poor old you baffled .

"flashcards? do i make you that nervous?"

"kinda yeah..."

"you are something else.."

the chemistry you two behold is immaculate, enough to kill a small victorian child so if that doesn't describe the intensity what will? perhaps , mr lando norris sitting behind a computer screen causing havoc on the internet because he was a victim of it !

'victim' maybe a tad bit melodramatic but hey ! if the intensity grows any stronger you lot are destined to create your own gravitational pull sometime soon .

we all despise overdone clichés but whenever oscar's eyes remain stationary , targeting yours during the sweet silences everyone around you could swear on the mother of god they observed as fire works combusted around you .

©lovingpiastri

[justporo]

Headcanons about living with Astarion

I thought about some of this lately and since yesterday's warmup got out of hand... (Behold him lounging:)

First things first, if you think living with Astarion will be neat and organised just because he himself always looks put well together: you are in for a surprise

This man - as much as he cares for aesthetics - tends to be messy

Especially since it's been forever that he could actually have and keep stuff, so expect books everywhere, cups left on surfaces, stuff laying around on the floor (and let's be honest, growing up as a noble before didn't teach him anything about being domestic...)

He'll learn though, especially when you reach a point where you could almost throw stuff at him (but he still struggles with it and him buying so many books surely doesn't help)

Astarion is basically cat: lounging everywhere - no surface is safe! Although a comfy sofa or chaiselongue are preferred spots!

Especially when you've sat somewhere and it's still nice and warm and smells of you; "Was that your seat, darling? Well, not anymore!"

But then he would pull you in with a chuckle and have you cuddle up on his lap and also refuse to let you go ("Love, I've only just gotten comfortable, you can't leave now!")

What he lacks in order he makes up with style - to a point it might make your blood boil: "Astarion, please, I couldn't care less if the red of the drapes matches the pillow cases!" "Yes, well, darling - don't take it personally - but I wouldn't have expected you to care anyway." Then he has to dodge several pillows being flung at his head)

Astarion leaves little notes for you to find, like for example if he's gone to run some errands or maybe just because - to tell you he loves you; at some point it kind of becomes a game of him hiding notes somewhere in the house and waiting how long you take to find them - scolding you if you take too long! ("My sweet, a trained donkey would have found it by now! Open your eyes, love, you can't possibly be that distracted by my beautiful face!")

Astarion learns about companionable silence with you - obviously he's very chatty and you love nights just wasted away with talking and joking - about everything and anything; but he also learns how pleasant it can be to just sit there, all cozied up with you and feeling the deep peace of easy silence with you

That or spending some quality time together: him spending time with reading or doing embroidery, you with drawing, also reading or anything else - as long as you're together

At least for a while Astarion really enjoys having a place where he can just... be; obviously this eager little vampire can't sit still forever but he revels in the knowledge of having a place he can always return to, somewhere to be safe and comfy, somewhere he can always be with you

Alright - at least that's how I could very well imagine living with Astarion might be, hihi. This man keeps living in my head - by now I'm sure he's changed my brain chemistry forever, for good...

[threeacttragedy]

Entry 19: The One Where I Perform Mis-Directed as a Three Act Comedy, Act I

The main characters star in a television series adapted from bestselling romance novels…

…called Leicester Square.

Hattie Murton plays Iris Pinkerton, “[a] living ghost of a person, so unimportant that she could walk amongst them tonight… She was simply beneath their notice, which made her to all intents and purposes invisible. It was terribly convenient.”

“Anthony [Rafe] was six feet tall and had a swimmer’s build. All lean elegant muscle.”

Anthony plays bad boy, Victor Del Vayo [sp], whose signature look includes – don’t say “pirate coat!” – no, a long cape.

Anthony also has a crazed fan...

"She’d turned up uninvited at his old flat a week later and bribed the security guard to let her in. He’d made it extremely clear to both of them that if the occurrence was repeated, they’d each be departing in a police car or a body bag."

Oh, and there’s a character named “Jake,” whose sexual chemistry with Hattie is described as “sparks in a damp firework,” a point that is driven into the reader repeatedly. The Jakolas “would have probably preferred it if this was a euphemism.” Alas, it is not.

Actual sparks fly between Hattie and Anthony during their scripted love scenes – although, based on the text, they are both drawn to each other before the filming of their season even starts.

“The fans have got you to where you are. We’ve been listening to what the audience is asking.”

“Lady Iris was getting a proper romance arc. Not just a series of mad sexual exploits and single episode infatuations with passing guest stars. A full on – and sweet Christ – a long-running affair beginning with a surprise kiss scene on Monday. Iris was about to fall madly and reluctantly in love with Victor Del Vayo.”

Oh, and did I mention Anthony had “grown up in Mayfair?”

Let’s not forget Anthony is also a writer…

And that Hattie’s loves some “[g]ood ol’ Irish tradition…” because her dad is from Galway.

Then there's this: “’The very sweet Sergeant Llewellyn,’ [Hattie] reminisced. ‘My personal favorite of Iris’s lovers…’”

And, of course, every single mention of Pride and Prejudice...

“[Hattie had] accidently seen [Anthony] in a production of Julius Caesar at The Old Vic last year during their summer break…He’d been arresting, engrossing, heart wrenching.”

Anthony’s character, Victor, wears a signet ring: “The ring was heavy silver. A human skull in profile with a ruby eye that could be spun in its socket.”

Okay, enough about the main characters.

Let's move on to those intimacy scenes…

“Everything felt off today.”

“If Stevie had thought they’d been lacking chemistry in round one, perhaps she’d decided to gift them with a bonding experience. A shared case of fake snogging and induced lockjaw.”

“And now suddenly… you’re touching for the first time in all these years. Lo and behold, caught off guard by the explosion of chemistry.”

“A nerve twitched under Anthony’s firm mouth. He’d well and truly lost the air of bored idleness now and when he put his hands on Hattie’s corseted waist and slammed his body up against hers, pressing her into the wall, there was nothing disjointed and indolent about the maneuver or the way her breath left her in a rush. The actual mechanics behind the lift and spin were controlled and almost shockingly gentle. He concealed one palm behind her back and took the full force of the collision with his own body."

“Hattie found herself treating that drop of perspiration as an almost spotting point, like a ballet dancer keeping their balance during a fouette.”

“A muscle in her neck was starting to cramp, as they paused there artfully for the cameras. She adjusted arching her back in an unscripted gesture that pressed their bodies closer. As her belly rubbed up over his and his sheltering arms flexed, a coiling full-bodied zing shivered through her like the subtlest flooding of spice and warmth and then a jolt of pure fizzing adrenaline… As Hattie watched, still oddly transfixed, his pupils dilated, just a bit."

“For once, or maybe the first time ever, [Hattie] wasn’t excruciatingly conscious of everyone’s watching eye. She felt frozen, distant from the surrounding scene yet conversely hyper aware of every angle and shiver and prickle of her own body…"

“The hallway, the cameras, the rest of the world, it all ceased to exist. Seconds were slipping into minutes.”

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Car sex - full-blown unprotected p in v - wrap it, folks!)

Part 03

Series Masterlist

Jacked and Kind

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The dim light of dawn filters through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft glow. You slowly awaken, your eyes fluttering open as you come to consciousness. You're immediately aware of your surroundings - the plush sheets, the familiar scent of Hugh's cologne, the warmth of his body close by.

You shift a bit, feeling a pleasant soreness in your muscles. It's the aftermath of a night filled with passion and intimacy.

You look over at Hugh, your movements careful not to disturb him. He's lying on his side, his features relaxed in sleep. His hair is tousled, falling over his forehead in a messy, boyish way that makes your heart skip a beat.

You can't help but study him for a moment, admiring the breadth of his shoulders, the expanse of his chest, the strong, masculine lines of his form. Hugh Jackman asleep is a sight to behold.

You watch as his breaths come slow and steady, his chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. One of his arms is thrown over his head, the other draped over your hip, as if even in his sleep he desires to hold you close.

You carefully extricate yourself from the bed, trying your best not to wake Hugh. You make your way quietly out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen, padding across the hardwood floor in just your underwear and Hugh’s discarded button-up shirt you retrieved from the floor. As you enter the kitchen, you spot your purse on the counter. You rummage through it, retrieving your phone.

Hugh begins to awaken, slowly rousing from sleep as consciousness takes hold. He groans softly, his hand reaching out across the empty expanse of the bed. He feels the cold space where you were supposed to be, and his eyes slowly open.

He lifts his head, his gaze searching for you. He then pushes himself into a sitting position, his hair sticking up in every direction, his usually sharp, clean-cut appearance softened by sleep. Hugh sits up in the bed, his eyes darting around the empty bedroom. His expression clouds with confusion and hurt as he realizes you're not there.

"Babe?" he calls out softly, his voice still gritty from sleep. "Where are you?"

You appear in the doorway, Hugh's eyes widen with relief. "There you are," he says, his voice still rough and gravelly. "You had me scared there for a second. Thought you were trying to make a quick getaway."

You climb back into the bed, straddling Hugh's hips and settling on his lap. The sheets tangle around you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy. Hugh's eyes are locked on you, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your thighs, his touch firm and possessive.

“Running away from you? Never in a million years.” Hugh's smile widens at your words, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Good," he says, his voice low and rough. "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

He tugs at the hem of his T-shirt that you're wearing, his fingers brushing against your skin. "Besides, I quite like you in my clothes." “How about without them?” You tease him, looking at him with lidded eyes.

Hugh's eyes darken with desire at your words, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. "Without them is even better," he replies, his voice taking on a gravelly edge.

His hands trail up your thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. They rest on your hips, gripping them firmly as he holds you in place. "But trust me, sweetheart, you look good in anything."

His eyes travel over your form, taking in the way his T-shirt hugs your curves, the way it shows just enough skin to drive him wild. He wets his lips, his hands beginning to move up your sides, lifting the shirt and exposing more of your skin.

Despite the obvious desire and chemistry between you and Hugh, you both know that you can't stay in bed all day. Responsibilities and commitments call, and you're both aware that you have places to be.

Hugh seems reluctantly to accept this, his hands slowly ceasing their exploration of your body as he sighs and looks up at you. "As much as I want to spend the day here with you," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "I suppose we should get up."

You huff, “I suppose so.” Hugh chuckles at your pout, his hands still resting on your waist. "Don't look so upset, love," he teases, his eyes sparkling with humor. "We'll have plenty of other opportunities for... private time."

He leans up and presses a gentle kiss to your jawline, his lips lingering against your skin. "But for now, duty calls."

Hugh watches you get dressed, his gaze following your every move with unabashed hunger. His eyes roam over your body, taking in the exposed skin that momentarily appears as you slide on your clothes.

He looks like he could pounce on you at any moment, his hands clenching and unclenching with the effort not to reach out and pull you back into bed with him.

As you look in the mirror, Hugh's eyes linger on your reflection. He watches as you try to fix your hair and wipe away the remnants of sleep and makeup. To him, you look absolutely perfect - beautiful, vulnerable, and real.

He rises from the bed, coming up behind you. His hands snake around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

You run your hands up his arms with a sweet smile. You really liked him. Deeply. He leans down, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “You keep looking at me like that and we'll never leave this house," he mutters into your skin, his voice gruff with restrained desire.

Hugh's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He returns your innocent kiss with a smile, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the small of your back. “I should go.” You mumbled into his kiss.

Hugh reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hands reluctant to let you go. "You should," he agrees, his voice hoarse. "Unfortunately."

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, his eyes tracing every feature of your face as if trying to memorize them. “I’ll get you a ride.” Hugh reluctantly releases you from his embrace, stepping back to call you a car. As he does so, he keeps his eyes on you, his gaze lingering on your every movement.

When he's done with the call, he turns back to you, his expression a mixture of fondness and reluctance. "Your car will be here in five," he says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

You didn’t want to leave but knew you had to. “Give me a call later?” You ask hopefully. Hugh nods, his expression soft as he looks at you. "Of course," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'll call you as soon as I can."

He reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering for a moment like he doesn't want to let you go either.

As you prepare to leave, Hugh suddenly pulls you back in for one last kiss. It's a passionate, heated exchange that steals your breath and makes your knees weak.

His lips move over yours with a hunger and intensity that mirrors your own, his body pressing against yours as if he can't get close enough. It's a kiss that leaves you both breathless and wanting more.

Hugh smiles as he opens the door for you, a charming, lopsided grin on his face. "Be careful out there, sweetheart," he says, his voice huskier than usual.

He reaches out and brushes a lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle and tender. "I'll talk to you soon, alright?"

You nod wordlessly. He had such a strong effect on you. You wave your fingers delicately as you step into the elevator. Hugh watches, his eyes tracking every movement you make.

He raises his hand in a wave, his gaze never leaving you until the doors close between you. It's a reluctant farewell, one that leaves you both yearning for each other's company.

In the privacy of the elevator, you allow yourself to revel in the giddy joy and excitement that floods through you. You find yourself grinning from ear to ear and letting out a little dance of happiness. The events of the night are replaying in your mind, and your heart is full of contentment and affection.

As you step out of the building and onto the street, a wave of recognition washes over you. The paparazzi are there, their cameras flashing as they jockey for position.

You try to maintain a composed demeanor, sliding into the car as quickly as possible, hoping to make a swift escape.

Excitement fills you as Megan's phone rings, and you record the moment. When she answers, you hear her discussing the possibility of performing at Coachella, one of the biggest music festivals in the world.

The news takes a moment to sink in as you process the magnitude and opportunity of the offer. Performing at Coachella would be an incredible experience, and you can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the thought.

The news is met with a chorus of excited screams and squeals. “OH MY GOD!” You jump up and down, unable to contain your excitement over the incredible opportunity.

Your teammates join in the enthusiasm, all of you sharing in the joy and anticipation of the possibility. This could be the break you've been waiting for, a chance to showcase your talents on a massive stage.

In the midst of the celebrations, you quickly pull out your phone and dial Ryan's number, your heart racing with excitement.

As he answers the call, his voice filled with warmth and familiarity, you practically burst with the news. You tell him about the unexpected opportunity to perform at Coachella, the words spilling from your lips in a rush of excitement and disbelief.

Ryan puts his phone to his ear, “hey kid.” “I’M PERFORMING AT COACHELLA!” You scream into the line. Ryan laughs at your enthusiasm, shaking his head slightly as he holds the phone away from his ear to preserve his hearing.

Across the table, Hugh hears your excited voice through Ryan's phone and can't help but smile. He listens to your conversation, finding your enthusiasm endearing and admirable.

"Easy there, superstar," Ryan says jokingly into the phone, still chuckling at your excitement. "I think the whole lot can hear you." You laugh, “sorry. I’m just… fuck I’m so fucking excited!”

Ryan laughs again, his voice filled with genuine happiness for you. "I can tell." He replies, smiling. "And I don't blame you. Coachella is a big deal. You've worked hard for this, and I'm so damn proud of you."

Ryan's words bring a warm smile to your face. He's always been your biggest supporter, cheering you on from the sidelines and encouraging you every step of the way. His unwavering belief in you is a source of strength and comfort, reminding you that you always have someone in your corner.

“Let’s all go out for drinks tonight. My treat.” Ryan offers. Looking at Hugh for an answer. Hugh responds with a nod, clearly up for the idea. "Sounds good to me," he says with a smile. "I'll never say no to a night out with good company." Ryan grins, satisfied with the agreement. "It's settled then," he says, tapping the table. "We're celebrating your Coachella success tonight."

As the day progresses, Ryan finalizes the details for the night's festivities, choosing a place known for its lively atmosphere and great drinks.

As the day wears on, your excitement for the evening grows. You find yourself looking forward to seeing Hugh, feeling the familiar flutter in your chest at the thought of spending time with him.

As you step out of the car and into the busy street, you're immediately swamped by people recognizing you. They clamor for your attention, asking for autographs and photos. You oblige with a smile, graciously taking the time to interact with your fans, appreciating their support and admiration.

You walk into the bar, the atmosphere is lively and vibrant. People are gathered around the tables, chatting and laughing, the sound of clinking glasses and thumping music filling the air. The lighting is low, casting a warm, intimate glow that seems to encourage conversation and closeness.

You spot Blake in the crowd and immediately rush over to her, enveloping her in a tight hug. She greets you with a big smile and heartfelt congratulations. As you release her from the hug, she pulls back and puts a hand on your shoulder, her expression warm and genuine. "I'm so happy for you, you deserve it," she says, her eyes sparkling.

As you turn to your right, your heart skips a beat when you see Hugh standing there. He grins at you, his eyes lighting up as he takes in your excited expression. He steps a little closer to you, his presence comforting and familiar. "Congratulations," he says, his voice warm and sincere.

You run your hand down his arm, trailing over his hand. “Thank you.” Hugh glances down at your hand on his arm, a brief shiver coursing through him at the feel of your touch. He doesn't pull away, instead letting your fingers linger on his skin, enjoying the gesture.

Ryan jokingly cuts in, interrupting the moment, “Alright! My turn!” He pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms holding you close as he gives you a hearty squeeze. The hug is warm and heartfelt, full of brotherly affection and pride. Ryan grins as he pulls away, the joy on his face clear as day.

“My baby sister.” Ryan muses playfully. You punch his shoulder and shove him off with a smile. “Shut up.” Ryan laughs at your playful response, rubbing his shoulder where you hit him with a cheeky grin. "Hey, watch it," he teases. "You're supposed to be all sweet and appreciative after I congratulated you." You roll your eyes at his comment, but can't help but smile. You love the playful banter between you and your brother, a dynamic that has been a consistent part of your relationship.

The four of you gather around a table, drinks in hand, falling into easy conversation. The rapport between you all is undeniable; the dynamic among you is effortless and seamless.

Throughout the conversation, your body seems to gravitate towards Hugh, your shoulders occasionally grazing each other as you laugh. Every touch, no matter how light, sends a spark of electricity through you, and you find yourself subconsciously seeking closeness. With each subtle touch of your shoulder against his, a playful smile graces your lips. Your eyes linger on his face a little longer than necessary, and your body angles towards his, unable to stay away from his magnetic presence.

You lean in slightly, your voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone as you speak. Every word is punctuated with a touch of flirtation, a hint of the growing attraction.

Blake glances in your direction and asks about the bathroom, you catch the hint. Girl code dictates that you don't go alone, and so you obediently follow along. You nod at Blake, understanding the unspoken agreement, and rise from your seat, ready to accompany her on the bathroom break.

Hugh's gaze follows yours as you stand, his eyes lingering on your figure as you walk away with Blake. He watches until you disappear into the crowd, a hint of disappointment that you've left his side.

In the bathroom, you stand in front of the mirror, running a quick check on your appearance. You smooth out any creases in your clothes, fix a few strands of hair out of place, and take a moment to catch your breath.

“You should go for it.” You turn to look at Blake, catching her eye in the mirror as she dries her hands. Her words are pointed and direct, causing your heart to skip a beat. "Go for what?" You ask, pretending obliviousness, though your heart betrays you with its accelerated rhythm. Blake rolls her eyes, clearly not buying your act. "Oh, please," she says with a knowing smile. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

You avert your eyes from Blake's knowing gaze, knowing that you can't keep your true feelings hidden for long. But then she gasps, and your heart leaps to your throat. "Oh my god," she repeats, her eyes wide. “What?” She smirks at you knowingly. “You already have!”

You realize that your attempt at deception has failed miserably. Blake's gasp suddenly makes sense, and you understand immediately that she has read your body language and picked up on your subtle cues, realizing the truth that you've been trying to hide.

You try to laugh it off, hoping to deflect her accusation, but Blake isn't fooled. "Oh, don't even try to deny it," she says, a smirk on her face. "I can see right through you.” she points to your neck, “can see through this fountain too.”

You know there's no point in denying it any longer. With a resigned sigh, you look at Blake, acknowledging the truth. "Please don't tell Ryan," you plead, a hint of desperation in your voice. Blake holds up her hands in a playful surrender. "Hey, I won't say a word," she promises, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "But only on one condition.” You raise an eyebrow, curious about her condition. "What's the condition?" You ask, trying to keep your tone level and neutral, despite your anticipation.

“You have to be the one to tell him if it gets serious.” Your heart skips a beat at the condition Blake sets. "If it gets serious," you repeat, a mixture of excitement and nerves in your voice. "I promise I'll tell him."

Blake nods. “I think you two are cute.” You smile at her compliment, your heartwarming at her supportive words. "Thanks," you reply, a hint of appreciation and gratitude in your voice.

"I think he's pretty cute too," you say, the words spilling out before you can stop them. Blake laughs affectionately, her arm linking through yours as you both exit the bathroom. The warmth of her laughter puts you at ease, and you feel a sense of camaraderie and understanding between you and your sister.

As you return to the table, your hand instinctively finds its way to Hugh's leg, your fingertips making contact with his jeans. He glances down at your touch, a soft, crooked smile appearing on his lips.

The heat of your touch seeps through the fabric of his jeans, sending a small shiver up his spine. He glances at your hand on his leg, before his gaze slowly trails up to meet your eyes. “Can I get a ride to my place?”

Hugh nods, a subtle smile on his lips. "Of course," he says, his voice smooth and gravelly. "I'll give you a ride home." You feel a sense of relief at his agreement. A ride home means more time spent with him, away from the judgmental eyes of others and the prying cameras. You wonder what could happen in the privacy of the car, just the two of you.

Hugh's hand on your lower back feels like a warm, grounding presence, guiding you through the crowd of people to his car. The night air is cool on your skin, a welcome contrast to the heat that has been building within you. He opens the passenger door for you, his manners impeccable as always. You slide into the seat, the leather cool against your skin. He closes the door behind you before walking around to the driver's side.

“You should come see me at Coachella. Blake and Ryan said he’d come. You could tag along.” Hugh raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. You can tell he's intrigued by the idea but is trying to play it cool.

"Coachella, huh?" he replies, his voice holding a teasing lilt. "Not exactly my usual scene, but I guess if Ryan's going, I could tag along." You can't help but grin at his agreement. Part of you had expected him to decline, but hearing him agree to come to Coachella – even if it's just tagging along with Ryan - has the corners of your mouth turning up.

“Oh shit. Can you pull over?” Hugh glances over at you, surprise flickering across his face at your sudden request. "Pull over?" he echoes, his voice tinged with concern. "Is everything alright?" You nod, holding in the smirk. “Right there.” You say as you point to a secluded area. Barely any cars pass on the late highway.

Hugh glances in the direction you're pointing, a look of realization crossing his face when he sees the secluded spot. He lets out a small huff, but a smirk plays on his lips. "You're up to something," he accuses, his voice low and gravelly.

You look at him with wide innocent eyes. “Me?”

Hugh raises an eyebrow at your innocent expression, a small smile appearing on his lips. "Yeah, you," he replies, his voice dripping with skepticism. However, he pulls the car over as requested, parking it in the secluded area.

“You know, Hugh, I've been thinking..." You began, your voice low and seductive. "This car is so nice and spacious. Maybe we could... make better use of all this space?"

Without a word he turned the key, the engine purring softly as it came to a gentle stop. The night air was warm and still, as you and Hugh stepped out of the car, your body tingling with anticipation. You moved to the back seat, the leather cool against your skin as you settled in, your bodies close but not quite touching.

You, ever the temptress, leaned forward, your fingers gently tracing the contours of Hugh's muscular chest through his shirt. "I've been wanting to do this all night," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear. "Take off your shirt."

Hugh's hands shook slightly as he complied, revealing his toned torso, the soft glow of the moons highlighting the definition of his muscles. Your fingers roamed freely, exploring the planes of his chest.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Now it's my turn." You began to unbutton her blouse, slowly revealing your soft skin, inch by inch. Your breasts were barely contained by your lacy black bra.

Hugh's breath caught in his throat as he feasted his eyes on you. He reached out, his fingers deftly unclasping the bra, freeing your breasts. You arched your back, offering them to him, your nipples already tight and erect.

He bent his head, taking one taut peak into his mouth, suckling gently as he teased it with his tongue. You moaned softly, hands tangling in his hair, encouraging him. Your hips moved in a sensuous rhythm, grinding against the hard ridge of his erection, which strained against his pants.

"Oh, Hugh," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. "I need you." Hugh's hands moved to the button of his pants, quickly freeing himself from the confines of his clothing. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of his thick, erect cock, already glistening with pre-cum.

You reached out, your fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him gently.

Leaning forward, you took the tip of his cock into your warm, wet mouth, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting his salty essence. You took him deeper, your throat constricting around his girth.

Hugh groaned, his hands gripping the seat as you pleasured him, your mouth hot and tight around his shaft. "Fuck," he gasped, his body tensing as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Pulling away, you smiled up at him, your lips glistening with his essence. "Not yet," you teased, your fingers tracing the length of his shaft, collecting the bead of pre-cum and spreading it along his length.

You positioned yourself over him, your hands guiding his cock to your entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, you lowered herself onto him, taking him deep inside your warm, wet folds.

Hugh hissed as your hot, tight pussy enveloped him, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock. You began to move, your hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm, taking him in deep, then withdrawing almost completely before impaling herself on him again.

The car rocked gently with the force of your passion, the windows steaming up as your bodies moved as one. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your nipples rubbing against his chest, creating a delicious friction.

"Harder, Hugh," you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck me harder."

Hugh complied, his hands gripping your hips, driving his cock into you with deep, powerful strokes. You cried out, your head thrown back.

"Yes, yes, YES!" You cried, your pussy clenching around him, orgasm building.

Hugh felt his own climax approaching, his balls tightening as he pounded into your pussy, his body on fire. "I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice hoarse. "Cum for me," you begged, your words punctuated by gasps. "Fill me."

As if on cue, Hugh's orgasm exploded through him, his cock twitching as he filled you with his seed, his hips jerking uncontrollably. Your pussy spasmed around him, milking every last drop, your own climax rippling through your body.

You collapsed against him, both your hearts pounding, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"See?" you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "This car has never been put to better use." You tease as you kiss the tip of his nose.

Hugh's grip tightens on your waist as you lean against his chest, the hammering of your hearts creating a rhythm that fills the air. His breathing is sharp and uneven, a direct result of the passion and intensity that just unfolded. He looks down at you, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction in his eyes. Then, he lets out a small laugh, his body relaxing against yours. "You're a goddamn menace, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice filled with a hint of admiration and desire.

You fake a pout. “I thought that what you like about me.” Hugh's face softens at your pout, a small chuckle escaping his lips. He brings his hand up to your face, tracing the contour of your lip with the tip of his finger. “That’s one of the many things that I love about you,” he says, his voice a low murmur.

As the word "love" hangs in the air, your heart skips a beat, the implications of that simple word sending a wave of excitement through you. Could it be? Were you falling in love? Was Hugh feeling the same way?

[xoladybella]

It’s between the lines

After last night, no one should be having doubts. The love was undeniable and their chemistry unmatched.

I know we’ve all seen Nic’s story “that’s my buddy right there” and some might have been taken aback by this but honestly, what did you expect her to say? They were so loud last night. Louder than they meant to be. Their eyes being the loudest. Everyone knows the classic but beautiful saying “love is in the eyes of the beholders” or in their case, true love. No matter how hard they try to hide it, either because they’re not ready to let us know or they want to keep it private, there’s absolutely no denying it.

When we read between the lines, you can see what they’re telling us. Taking a look at Luke’s SAG post for example, he speaks of Nicola “… all the nominees” that corresponds to Nicola’s “… to be nominated”. Luke also states “… celebrate our journey” (we’ll come back to this) which corresponds to Nicola’s “… gave us… time to celebrate together”. Then you have Luke’s usage of the white heart 🤍, it symbolizes love and a close bond. His placement is subtle but it’s there.

Going back to Luke saying “our”. This is loud. He could’ve easily said ‘celebrate the journey’ to commemorate the success of their season but no, he chose that word because he’s talking about his and Nic’s journey. Their journey to finding each other.

They’re telling us, you just have to listen 💗

[litteralyjustawriter]

'Night Pretty Boy

Eddie Munson x M!Reader (Fluff)

Synopsis: Getting snowed in at your best friend Eddie's house while the heating unit is down and cuddling for warmth.

Contents: Male reader (Pretty boy and nothing else), Implied Autistic Eddie, no use of y/n, no use of personal pronouns for reader

It was the beginning of winter, light snowfall, leftover leaves from the previous season, and psychos already decorated for Christmas. Well- that's what it should be like, however Midwestern weather is an unpredictable curse and Hawkins Indiana wasn't exactly immune to mother nature's cruel jokes. Instead you were snowed in at your best friend Eddie Munson's house, still struggling to find warmth in two of his jackets while his radiator was, sardonically, broken.

"God, it's fucking freezing!" You whined to yourself, your entire body shaking in an agonizing chill. Looking at Eddie you could tell he wasn't doing much better as he attempted to make you both hot chocolate with trembling hands.

"Common pretty boy, it's not that bad- I mean at least we still have power." Eddie countered with practically no conviction. It was obvious he had a poor time keeping warm, wearing his leather jacket until the peak of summer, his hands chronically frozen to the touch, this was his worse case scenario.

"What good is power if it's not keeping us warm in a fucking snow storm Eddie!" Your snarky retort was quickly returned with a dramatic scoff.

"Well I'll never!" He theatrically uttered, his hand being practically sentient with its extreme movements. "I work so tirelessly to make you such a marvelous drink and this is how you repay me!?" Retracting from the persona he added a few simple words. "Besides I don't see you suggesting any other ideas to keep warm"

Now you were warm, not exactly your body but definitely your face. The repressed plan you had hidden immediately popped into your mind.

"I mean we could cuddle-" The words practically spilled out of your mouth without any thought, surprising both you and Eddie who had long forgotten whatever he was doing to turn an look at you.

"I mean- like- body heat and stuff right?! Not in a weird way or anything it's just that we could absorb each other's heat or somethi-"

"Yeah that's fine."

You looked up to meet the other man's eyes only to be met with eyes looking the farthest to the side they could while still facing you. For Eddie you could never tell if his averted gaze was due to embarrassment, discomfort, or simply his brain chemistry but regardless you couldn't help but smile as he covered his face with his hair and taped his finger on his leg to distract himself from the silence.

"Well- uhm-" Eddie quietly vocalized, breaking the stillness that filled the trailer, looking at the ground in front of you, still covering his face with his curls "- my room is right down the hallway if you want..."

"That sounds great Eddie" you replied, getting up and smiling at him before moving to his room. He quickly followed suit, completely forgetting your drinks as he kept his arms close to his body, forming T-Rex arms at his stomach. Opening his door, he apologized for the state of the room before tensely sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sorry for the mess, I was preparing for Hellfire and didn't get a chance to pick up." You knew damn well he wasn't going to clean it, he hated picking up his things but simultaneously hated the mess that came with living in a space. You didn't have to look very hard to see he was obviously painting a Beholder on the floor, with scattered newspapers on the floor, miscellaneous objects that once adorned his floor freshly pushed out of the way, and a small fan pointed at the figure. After meticulously stepping around his floor, you leaped onto his bed, pulling him down by the shoulders to join you.

Meeting his shocked stare as you both laid on your sides you quickly laid a peck on his check before curling into his chest.

" 'Night Munson."

Hugging your waist closer to him he smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

" 'Night Pretty Boy"

A/N: I started this a while ago, and if you couldn't tell by the opening paragraph, I started it before the Winter Solstice, not thinking it would take me this long to finish it so- Happy late holidays and my we hopefully have a good new year

[demonpiratehuntress]

hey.... i am really sorry to ask this... i saw that you said your requests are closed. But please just listen to me okay? I failed my high school final national exam 2 times and in six and a half month i have to reface the exam. It is like a university entrance exam. I am already 21 and I feel like a failure and... i just... i really need comfort. But of course i understand you are busy too. And there is no hard feeling if you can't write this. It is totally understandable. If possible can you white some study motivation story of ace x reader? (I study math, physics and chemistry btw, i wanna get a architect degree) thank you so much dear.

hello! please don't apologise, i can't say i relate exactly to your situation but i have definitely had moments where i needed this comfort as well! so don't worry, i was more than happy to write this for you <3 the greatest compliment i can get is that someone finds comfort in my works :) i just hope you enjoy it!

also those subjects are intense, and an architect degree? that's impressive! i just hope you're okay with how i modified the ask to better suit the setting

moderation

Portgas D Ace x F!Reader

summary - you're studying to become a potioneer, the crew's finest. Ace does his best to motivate and take care of you.

warnings - it might be short, I'm sorry...I'm not really good with these kinds of requests...

Ace poked his head inside your bedroom for what felt like the eighth time today.

Lo and behold, there you sat.

Hunched over a book at your desk, eyes fixated on words that were becoming blurrier by the second - until you shook your head refocused your eyes. Your mind soaked up the information like a sponge, though it felt like some invisible force was squeezing it all back out.

Tears began to brim in your eyes, and you hastily wiped them away. What was wrong with you? Why weren't you getting this?

A pair of muscular arms suddenly lifted you from your chair, your sadness fading and being replaced by amusement as you giggled at the low whine emitting from your boyfriend.

"What's wrong?"

"You've been cooped up here all day," he groaned, burying his face in your neck once he set you down again. "Come outside and breathe."

"I can't," you sighed, "I need to study."

"But you're struggling," he pointed out. "A little breather should help. Come on, what do you say? I'll even help you study afterwards." He pulled away to offer you the biggest grin you'd ever seen.

You couldn't help but smile back, "Fine."

When he said a little breather, he meant a long walk along the beach - you'd been so busy studying you hadn't noticed the ship stopping at an island - some lunch/dinner (it was late afternoon), and a nap. Yes, a nap.

When you finally woke up, it was almost midnight. Your eyes widened and you scrambled up to get to your books, only to be yanked back down by Ace.

"Sleep."

When you woke up the next morning, you were back at your desk. Your sweet boyfriend took the liberty of bringing you breakfast.

"I asked Thatch to make you something to stim-sim-" He struggled to pronounce the word.

"Stimulate?" You giggled.

"Yes, that!" He grinned and set your food and drink down. "It will help with doing that to your brain. Apparently. I just told him you were studying and needed to focus."

Your heart swelled with affection, and you kissed his cheek, "Thanks, Ace. Sit with me?"

"Of course."

He did indeed sit with you, but within minutes of silence he was fidgeting with his shorts and tapping his foot and you could practically feel his impatience. He really could not sit still for longer than five seconds.

"Let's play a game," he suggested.

"Ace, I'm studying!"

"I know, I know!" He held his hands up. "I mean, we can include that in the game. You know, like, I can say the name of an ingredient and you can tell me which potions or explosives they go into."

Your eyes widened, "That's actually a good idea."

The fiery commander started rattling off a list of ingredients, most of which he could actually not pronounce. You laughed as you named the explosive or the potion it went into - which proved to be easier than you thought it would be, even with his mispronounciations.

Later on, you guided him into practical work. He helped fetch you the ingredients for the potions you had chosen to concoct, watching in awe as the liquid sizzled and bubbled inside the pot. He stuck his head a little too close, screaming unceremoniously as a particularly large bubble popped an inch from his face.

You had been scanning the recipe page for the next step, but your head snapped up and your eyes met a traumatised Ace. You let out a bubbly laugh, eyes shining with mirth.

"You are ridiculous."

"Ridiculous? Excuse me? That pot just tried to kill me!"

You laughed even more, guiding him closer again and continuing to demonstrate your knowledge. It was so much easier to show it and explain to someone else than to repeat it over and over in your head. Now you felt like you really understood the differences between the explosives and the various potions you had learned to make and their varying natures.

Ace was patient with you too, a stark contrast to his attitude with anyone else, or with you in any other situation. He knew how important this was to you and he wanted to support you in any way he could.

Every afternoon, he would ensure you took a break. Even if it was just a walk around the ship before or after lunch, he firmly believed that any for of exercise could stimulate your brain and make it easier for you to focus - in reality, Marco had told him this.

In the evenings, he curled up to you on your bed and fell asleep on your shoulder while you continued reading through your various textbooks.

However, you did notice that at a certain point during the night you would "accidentally" fall backwards on top of him and the book would "accidentally" slip from your hand. Then you had no choice but to sleep, because your strong boyfriend refused to let go of you.

With Ace's help, you found the perfect study-relax balance.

"I love you," you mumbled into his ear one night as he slept, thinking he couldn't hear you. "You have no idea how much your help means to me...even if you don't fully understand it." You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

Little did you know, he heard it.

And he doubled down on his efforts.

[rikisoup]

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE

니키 & f!reader. . ♱ in the idol world, you’ll always be each other’s place of solace. & 497 words

The night felt cold, a delightful chill enveloping their bodies. The wind whispered softly, caressing the rustling leaves. The stars gleamed brilliantly while the full moon illuminated the night, revealing its enchanting beauty, often overlooked in favour of the comforts of slumber.

Two solitary figures sat beneath the night sky, nestled upon a blanket, shielding themselves from the prickly embrace of the grass.

You extended an invitation to Riki, yearning to escape the demands burdening you both and find solace in each other’s company. Amidst the tumultuous affairs plaguing your careers, there was no respite to be found.

You sighed, feeling a shiver run up your spine as a puff of air escaped your mouth.

“Cold?” Riki muttered, glancing at your side profile.

“A bit.”

“C’mere,” he called out, sitting up and leaning against a tree.

You sat up, leaning against his shoulder initially. Then, with a deft motion, he grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly placing you between his legs, eliciting a gasp. Your hands instinctively fell on his arms for balance.

Swiftly, he wrapped the blanket around both of you. “There, much better, isn’t it?”

“Hmm, Riki,” you started, turning your gaze towards him. He responded by tilting his head ever so slightly, acknowledging your summon.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, lifting your eyes to behold its radiance.

Riki’s eyes widened slightly, his silence indicating what you needed to know. His hands cupped your cheeks, a reddish hue evident from the cool weather, or perhaps from him.

“Can I…” His deep voice spoke in a desire-filled whisper, and you found yourself leaning into his touch. Your lips grazed the inside of his wrist.

“Hmm,” you hummed softly, but no words followed.

Your mind swarmed with thoughts. It had been four years since you met, and now, as both idols, the scrutiny from curious and judgmental eyes was inevitable. Yet, despite the potential backlash, you and Riki couldn’t deny the chemistry between you. Afraid of the consequences, you had pushed him away at times, but Riki remained steadfast, always expressing his care for you, even in the face of opposition.

His grip tightened slightly as he slid his fingers into your hair, slowly tugging you closer by your nape. “Please.”

“Kiss me,” you replied softly, leaning in to connect your lips in a kiss.

The world seemed to stop, as the only thing in your mind was him. Warmth spreaded through your bodies, even the cool night began to melt away.

“Riki, wait a minute—” you speak in a hushed tone slightly out of breath, your heart beating erratically.

“Shut up,” he cuts through your words in a quick whisper, cupping both your cheeks and practically yanking you into a kiss once more, this time with more fervor.

The warmth of your lips on his ignited his body on a frigid December night, and despite the potential hate and possible repercussions from his company, Riki wouldn't exchange you for anything in the world.

note ・ this was inspired by an old post from someone but i think they deactivated or changed usernames so TT

[pipwritesoccasionally]

stationary

nanami x colleague college professor! reader drabble

word count: 870

there should be no mention of the reader's gender, if there is please let me know

fluff (so fluffy)

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-you and nanami were both professors at the same university, in different departments

-you were in the chemistry department, while he was in the literature department

-because of this, you rarely ran into each other on campus, but you met finally when you asked someone from the literature department to help you figure out the best way to make science jargon accessible to new students (you know that reading scientific papers is not easy, and you still wanted to make sure your students got the information from your assigned readings)

-the professors you originally went to all pointed you to nanami, and you politely asked for his help

-he gladly helped, because he was just a nice guy (and not at all to do with the fact that he would get to spend time with the person he’s had his eye on for a while)

-so, you met up at the library near campus, and discussed exactly how he teaches students about analyzing papers and stories

-and you soon realized why he was such a good professor

-he made it so easy for you to understand how to break the papers down and help your students more 

-you left feeling much more confident, and lo and behold, the advice helped! whenever students came to your office hours, you used the techniques he told you about, and the students looked visibly less confused 

-of course, you couldn’t let such a nice thing go without a proper thank you, so you figured you’d find a nice gift to give him 

-and as professors, what better thing to get than a nice notebook? it really helped you organize your schedule, and as a literature professor, he probably wrote a lot anyways

-so, you set out to the closest stationary store, and found a nice, reliable black journal that you thought suited him perfectly

-however, you didn’t stop there

-i mean, how could you not get him some tabs for his books, and if you were getting those, you should probably get him a nice set of pens too, right? -needless to say… you went a little overboard 

-you got a whole gift bag of stuff, and then even wrote him a card to say thank you

-you snuck in to the literature department early the next day, and placed the gift bag in front of his door carefully

 -a few of his colleagues gave you a smirk as you walked away, but you did your best not to mind. after all, it’s not like the gift was romantic, just a nice thank you 

-later that day, after finishing one of your lectures, you received an email from none other than nanami himself

to: you

from: knanami@university.edu

you didn’t have to get a gift. i told you it was no problem. 

however, i did need a new notebook. i just ran out of room in my old one, so thank you. hope you don’t mind that i returned the favor. 

-nanami 

-his last sentence confused you, until you walked into your office

-there, on your desk, was a gift bag, which you soon found out was filled with a chemistry puns book, as well as a gift card to a local bakery

-despite him saying it was a response gift, it did not look nearly as rushed as something put together in less than four hours should have been 

-needless to say, this sparked a bit of a back and forth

-you got him a nice mug to thank him for his gift bag, and he, playing along, got you an erlenmeyer flask mug

-this went on so long that eventually your colleagues in your departments started to catch on

“so what’s in there today?” one of nanami’s graduate students asked as you walked into the literature department.

“some author that he likes just released a book, so i got it for him,” you shrug nonchalantly, hiding the giddiness that this game produces. the graduate student laughed, before waving a goodbye as she headed off to another class. 

you poked your head around the corner, making sure the coast was clear, before inching towards nanami’s office. you’d realized early on that his office is normally unlocked, and began leaving stuff on his desk, so you turned the handle quietly and deposited the book on his desk. 

-things became awkward, at least in your eyes, when after a few days, no return gift made its way to your office

-not that you were upset that he didn’t get you anything, just that you yearned for the small interactions between you two

-when it had been almost a week, you resigned yourself to the idea that maybe it hadn’t meant much to him, when you walked into your office

-on your desk was the exact book you had given nanami, except there was a note attached with your name on it 

-curiously, you pick the book up, and the cover falls open, revealing a handwritten note on a sheet of lined paper

-you unfolded the paper, seeing the six words decorating the page and making your heart pound

“will you go out with me?” 

(carefully written with one of the pens you’d gotten him.)

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Rolan week - Day 7: Before the final battle.

Some nice little Rolan smut, i went in a different direction to what I was planning but such is life. @tealfling I hope you enjoy it!

Nsfw and 18+

The battle at Ramazaith’s Tower was over, Lorroakan was defeated. It was a long and arduous fight, one that would never had been accomplished without Lady Aylin, it did help immensely that she had a personal vendetta against him of course, his relentless search for her fuelled her fire, otherwise you would never have defeated him, not without the help of an Asimar on the warpath to protect themselves and their loved ones.

As your party started to regroup after the battle you noticed a familiar face, Rolan whom you had encountered at the Grove and in The Last Light Inn, a prickly fellow to put it mildly, his face was bloody and bruised, it hurt your heart to see him this way, knowing how much he wanted this apprenticeship to only be abused in such a horrible manner. A large sigh escaped your lips, Rolan had led many a vituperative rant against you, annoyed that you were always the one to be the saviour, yet you did not have it in you to just leave him there, injured and alone. Something about Rolan had drawn you toward him, ever since you met him in the Emerald Grove there was a connection, albeit an angry one for now, yet there was something that pulled you towards each other.

Stepping forward you held your own hand out to him, a gesture that you wanted to help, one that he reluctantly accepted allpwong you to help him up, a task that made your heart soar as you smiled at him, hoping to bridge the animosity between the two of you, after all, he would be a helpful asset in the coming battle in Baldur’s Gate, you wanted all the allies you could get and you felt you well deserved him as an ally.

Rolan’s face distorted at you as you helped him up, almost disgusted at the fact he needed your help once again, he brushed your hands off of him as he stood tall and proud before you, not needing your assistance. You stood before him and nodded slowly, the new master of Ramazith’s Tower did not need an outside saviour, it only needed its sorcerer.

Days had passed since Rolan had become master of the tower, a feat he had very much revelled in so far, to hear of how the citizens of Baldur’s Gate revered him as such an accomplished wizard only made you smile and your heart flutter again. Yet such accolades were not enough, Rolan thought he wanted the acceptance of the populace but that didn’t matter to him, what mattered was you, and he did not have much chance to prove it, your time before the battle growing ever shorter. Though he thought that he despised you it was more complicated than that, he felt like he almost craved you, to feel the warmth of your skin upon his own, he could not explain why he felt this way, then again Rolan had never been good with his feelings.

Rolan eventually found you and your party in Sharress Carress, it was not a dignified place for you to stay but it kept you under the radar. As Rolan walked towards you he had to fend off prostitutes and women that would desire such a man as him, they pretended to be overly upset as he walked past and denied them. Eventually Rolan approached your own party, almost blocked from speaking to you by Astarion who has never trusted Rolan, only moving away at your request.

As you stood you dismissed your own party, making it clear that this interaction was a private one, one you were intrigued to behold, thinking your last interaction was the last you would see of him. Before Rolan approached you he ensured that he booked a private room, one that you could both talk to each other in without prying eyes, though words were not what Rolan had in mind, he wanted to address this chemistry between the two of of you and finally put it to rest.

It was a shock to you as Rolan took your hand gently in his as he walked you through the crowd, his grip tightened every time someone would approach you with their own proposition, he was moving quick to take you to the privacy of the room he had rented for the night, away from any prying eyes.

Once you had happened upon the room Rolan had locked the door behind you both, ensuring that there would be no undue disturbances. Before you could ask what he had brought you here for you felt his lips upon your own, his tongue dancing against your lips and entreating them for entrance and his hands roamed your hips, savouring the curves of your body.

You did not take much convincing to let Rolan's tongue have access, you were more than happy to do so. His hands upon you were like a dream come true, making sure to savour his touch and commit it to memory, for you may not feel a tender touch again as you head to face Orin and the Bhaalists on the morn.

You felt Rolan's guiding touch move you towards the bed, the backs of your knees knocking against the bedframe and causing you to fall upon it, making you look up at the firey Tiefling that stood over you. Rolan's eyes had always burned bright, the golden hue of his iris' was almost hypnotic on a good day, now they were positively aflame with passion, raking over your body and admiring your form, you could see the cogs turning in his head over which part of your body he would devour first.

The heavy weight of his body was felt upon your own, Rolan had finally descended upon you. Your neck was the first place to feel his touch, to feel his soft lips upon your skin whilst his sharp teeth nipped you and left marks claiming you as his, if you were to survive the fight against the Mindflayers and the Netherbrain tomorrow then he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to, finally coming to terms with what his feelings were towards you, he wanted you to be his.

The soft nip of his teeth made you moan slightly, squirming with pleasure beneath him, your body silently asking for more and craving to feel him more intimately. As Rolan continued his asault against your neck you felt his hand stroke up the length of your thighs, moving the layers of your dress out of the way. You moaned with desperation as his hand found your core, bucking your hips onto his hand as you were desperate for relief.

A soft rumble of a chuckle escaped Rolan's lips as he continued to kiss your neck, his hand was right where he wanted it to be. As his hands began to explore the sensitive area of your wet folds it made him even harder for you, shuddering at the thought of you being so excited and ready to take him. Rolan buried his head in you neck and bit down softly on your skin so as to stop him from groaning at how good you felt for him, wishing that he could make you feel this way forever.

A few whimpers and begging on your part was all it took to break Rolan's resolve before he positioned his cock at your entrance, moving his own robes to one side and one hand lining himself before your aching core, his other hand holding you down roughly on the bed. Rolan's voice was thick and filled with lust as he spoke to you, calling you a greedy girl before finally thrusting into you.

Rolan's length was thick and ridged, you expected the ridges but didn't think of how good they would feel inside of you, adding to the pleasure that he was already bringing you. His pace was hot and heavy now, desperate for his own release, almost feral as he began to pound hard into you. It was not all one sided, Rolan knew how to use his hands and use them well, his thumb found your clit and helped bring you to climax, feeling your walls start to tighten around him, causing his hands to because rougher and more desperate.

It wasn't long until your own climax was brought forth, the warm feeling of pleasure radiated over your body as you felt Rolan shudder into you, his body collapsing onto your own, breathless with his forehead slick with sweat, errant strands of hair sticking to his wet forehead. You both laid their breathless and fully clothed, clothes that would need washing and attending to, in your haste to feel each other you had no time to remove your dress or his robes.

After bathing and placing on new atire the atmosphere grew strange, like the two of you both wanted to say something yet you had no idea how to do so, ignoring the feeling you both retired to bed and fell asleep in each others arms for the night, content together and enjoying this new feeling you had for each other, happy to feel the warm embrace of another's arms for a change.

Morning broke and you left early, unable to wake Rolan and say goodbye, you knew he would try and talk you out of the battle with the Netherbrain and the mindflayers but it needed to be done. It pained you to leave him alone so peaceful in bed without having said goodbye, you only hoped that he would accept your apology when you hopefully returned to him after the battle was won.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

S3 is obviously the jonelias season, as far as TMA goes, so much so they weren't allowed to have more than one scene per season afterwards cause the chemistry was burning our ears (at least that's what I assume is the very real and concrete and logical discussion that happened in the recording room), but that can't stop me from constantly remembering the crumbs we got afterwards and how insane they were

You know the thing where Peter mentions Elias a thousand times before Elias finally acknowledges that he even exists? That but Elias is constantly discussing Jon with other people in S4 but Jon does not mention him AT ALL until after the whole Feeding Reveal and - and i know i repeat myself, okay, I know i must be so annoying about it, but like, genuinely, seriously, this is what Jon does, with his alloted "talking about elias time": he says he'd hoped Elias would have advice on how not to feed from people's trauma. Jonathan Darling Sims, the man you ARE. I love you so much.

I love Jmart ok, I do, and S4 is their season, if anything, and EVEN SO, in the episode where Jon is running to save Martin, the very same Jon who had Martin's name on his lips the whole season (hell the whole podcast, but, yknow), the moment he is in the Panopticon there's a pause. "How?" he asks. "Suffice to say I called you" answers Elias (oh the mindlink of it all that never was, nnGH) and then "My, you have grown. A masterpiece, isn't it?" "Yeah, it is." (BEHOLDING KINK-) and theeen "That's your...body?" AND THEN the whole discussion where Elias is like "if you harm it it wouldn't go well" and jon is like "maybe it'd be worth it" and I just. JON IS HERE TO SAVE MARTIN; JON HAS BEEN THINKING ABOUT MARTIN THE WHOLE SEASON; and in this one scene, this one moment, Elias is the one who has to remind him of Martin.

Admitedly I recall S5 the least, but I'd be remissed not to mention that Martin wants to kill Elias soooo much more than Jon (the martinelias of it all is for another post). HOWEVER, Jon is angry, which is logical coz, you know, Elias did steal his voice and agency and put in on the path of monsterhood just so that he could do that and they could "end the world together" so like. Your Feelings Are Valid, Jonathan. NONETHELESS, The fact that Jon was thinking of Elias and being so angry against him that it triggered more of his power and made him see the Cabin for what it was??? That the Eye was like "hey darling, you're not home yet, come on" and that's what starts Jon and Martin's journey to the Panopticon? I'm sorry, but it's BASICALLY "Suffice to say I called you" all over again.

The fact that Jon cannot actually see Elias the whole time because "a pupil cannot see inside itself" or whatever the line is.

"Agonized bliss". "Then why did you heed the call?" "Because that's where I belong." (scratching at the walls at this point)

"G.O.O.D. L.U.C.K."

[mihii-i]

Episode 7 is the only reason ta*zu shippers feel like thier ship is "cannon" (ew never), so in retaliation I have created another episode 7 -based ship.

BEHOLD MY GLORIOUS (cursed) CREATION!

I call it Abaigen, or Tyler (bc TAI-gen = Ty and fow-LER...)

Let's see how those Ta*zu apologists like bully x victim now! >:]

I am resorting to psychological warfare for this NOTP

(I hate ta*zu so much, i hope taigen falls off of 3 cliffs, 2 buildings, 5 trees, and a horse, and I hope Akemi beats the shit out of him except actually I think he has a kink for getting beaten up so I hope she ignores him and he dies because he feels so pathetic because he is. I hope Mizu never sullies her beautiful eyes with his disgusting countenance again, I hate ta*zu, I hate ta*zu, I hate ta*zu)

IM SCREAMINF HOLY SHIT I LOVE THIS PICTURE SO MUCH THIS IS GONNA BE ONE OF THE TOP POSTS THANK YOU SQUIRRELBOXER FOR YOUR SERVICE

let’s see how they like it now because taizu is utter ass their “chemistry” is literally just sexual tension which is literally NOT the equivalent of love their relationship would be complete garbage in the long run and when he finds out mizu is a girl that ship is gonna go to HELL

[mamaclownhunter]

As most of my posts I am SURE it has been done before if not I screamed at @beholding-moth and I will scream here

Ballroom dancer LWJ and Freestylist WWX

Kinda like how they are sword fighters like LWJ hates switching partners. Hates Improv- he can do it. He does it amazing. But he does a significant amount of heavy lifting for it. He likes that ballroom beat. The structured dances. Disappearing in the beat, rhythm and dance. So when he leads he leads hard. So generally he has preferred partners who know his style.

WWX on the other hand can mesh with anyone and loves just letting his body move. Closing his eyes. The music, the freedom, the attention. He lives in the music. He loves partners too. His style adapts to the partner but usually he is never at his full unless alone. He holds back for his partner. He gets to wild and usually it is hard for others to keep up. If he goes all out his partners sadly lose the dance at one point or another.

WWX is famous at these random partner improv events- and as per usual- LWJ is here by request of LXC to try something new!!

Then they get paired- vibes alone the judges low key wanted to see how this panned out.

Then LWJ, suddenly has someone that meets him. Easily. He is leading but he is isn’t doing the heavy lifting. Someone is meeting him at his level with a grin and skill- and then sort of passes him by moving on his own. Adding a flair and an unexpected step that forces him in the moment of the dance and the music. someone he is pulling g back not for lack of skill but to keep up with.

WWX is thriving as he can get lost in his dance and no matter where he goes- LWJ is keeping up and still directing him. It is exciting and different.

They meet their match on two different sides of the spectrum and I think them dancing together kinda makes them fall in love with dance again.

Even as LWJ hisses a “shameless” when WWX dips himself and slides his leg up almost to LWJ’s shoulder. Even when LWJ in revenge straight against him and back into proper ballroom style they are both living every moment

It is exciting and dynamic- OF COURSE their chemistry is through the ROOF. They barely even remember the competition it is just music- them- and their strange challenging dance that has them competitive but so in sync. Pushing- pulling- soft bantering.

Both of them wheather they know it or not fall in love and desperately want that next dance when the song is over

[dmitriene]

𝗡𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗬.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘓𝘛𝘏, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 (𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦. ❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘩𝘢��𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵)

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Halloween night had descended on the base, casting a spooky and mischievous spell on its inhabitants — for most, it was a time to break away from their daily routine, enjoy costumes and laughter, and perhaps even indulge in a whirlwind of nostalgia.

But Simon "Ghost" Riley has always been a mysterious figure, shrouded in darkness and known for his stoic demeanor, never taking part in the festivities, preferring instead to remain in the shadows, observing the world with his watchful eyes.

However, this Halloween was different.

As evening fell, you appeared at the entrance to the living room, your suit was eye catching and captured hearts, Simon's gaze was particularly intense, the light in his eyes betrayed the façade of indifference he usually wore as he watched you walk confidently into the room, a soft the sway of your hips caught the attention of everyone present.

You chose a bunny costume, a delightful combination of playfulness, fluffy bunny ears sat on your head and a round fluffy tail adorned your short pinkish skirt, a cute pinkish corset accentuated your curves, and stockings and heels added a touch of seductiveness to your ensemble.

It was impossible not to notice you, and the comments of your comrades, including the always playful Soap, only added to your attractiveness.

— «Wow, bonnie, you look incredible!» Soap exclaimed, his smile widening as he looked you up and down.

You grinned, playfully twirling around in your bunny costume — «Thank you, Soap, after all, today is Halloween, i thought i would embrace the spirit of this event»

Therefore Simon, who sat quietly with his fellow soldiers, didn't say a word, instead his eyes remained glued to you, his gaze seething with a heat that could melt steel, he wasn't the type to give compliments or make fun, but today everything was different.

As night fell, the atmosphere in the common room became increasingly tense as people mingled, laughter filled the air, and the room was decorated with Halloween decorations.

Some soldiers were struggling to put on their costumes and the variety of characters and creatures was a sight to behold, with a lively dance playlist blasting from a speaker in the corner encouraging people to relax and have fun.

You caught Soap's eye and winked at him playfully before joining a group of friends on the makeshift dance floor, the music was infectious and you swayed to the beat, your bushy tail bouncing with every step.

Laughter erupted as you and your friends tried to teach Ghost how to dance, a rare sight that attracted even more attention.

Ghost reluctantly joined in, his movements were a little stiff but undeniably charming, and as you danced with him, the chemistry between you was palpable.

His gloved hand slid to your waist and pulled you closer, the music, the costumes and the fun of the night seemed to melt the ice around his heart, revealing a man who could be more than just a cold blooded warrior, but someone who could find pleasure in simple pleasure dancing with someone he was deeply drawn to.

As the night passed and the festivities continued, the group decided to take a trip to a local bar that would allow them to mingle with other Halloween revelers.

Simon, still wearing his mask, stood at the counter sipping his drink as you sat down on the stool next to him, your bunny ears brushing against his arm, the sensation sending shivers through him.

— «Having fun?» you asked in a teasing voice.

He turned his head, his eyes meeting yours through the mask — «I don't really like holidays» he answered in his low, raspy voice.

You chuckled, leaning closer — «That's what makes this Halloween so special, isn't it? A chance to let go, even if only for a short time»

He took a sip of his bourbon, thinking about your words, and something flashed in his eyes — «Maybe»

And so the threshing celebration in the bar gave way to a quieter and more intimate moment, now, in the dimly lit room of your Lieutenant, the energy between you crackled with irresistible force, the smell of alcohol and your mixed perfumes created a dizzying feeling.

As the door closed behind you, Simon wasted no time in pinning you against the wall, his gloved hands wrapped tightly around your waist as his lips found your neck with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

His words sounded like a hot whisper against your skin.

— «You have no idea what you're doing to me» he muttered, his lips tracing a fiery path down your collarbone — «To tease me like that in front of everyone, to show them how you're dressed, those exposed areas of your skin…»

His voice was filled with a mixture of desire and harsh possessiveness, his grip on your hips grew tighter and you couldn't help but whimper, arching into his touch as your hands tried to remove his mask and it fell to the ground, revealing his rough, chiseled face.

His brown eyes, darkened with desire to the point where his pupils matched his irises, glared into yours.

— «Simon» you breathed out his name, your voice laced with longing.

He shudders, capturing your lips with a fiery kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, as if he didn’t have enough, as if you contained all the oxygen he needed.

The chemistry between you and Ghost had been building for a long time, and tonight Halloween had broken down the barriers that separated you completely.

The room seemed to close in around you, and Ghost's gloved hands slid under the fabric of your bunny costume, his touch burning your already hot and bothered skin.

He caressed your curves, his fingers sliding up your bare thighs, and you couldn’t help the quiet moan that escaped your lips.

— «Take it easy, Lieutenant» you teased, moaning softly as you exhaled as your eyes filled with a playful glint.

He growled lowly, the sound sent an exciting shiver through your body — «You're playing with fire, love»

But you were ready to light the flame.

With deft fingers you began to unbutton his tactical vest, each one exposing his muscular chest, Ghost's breathing became heavy as you explored his chest with your hands, your nails grazing his skin, stirring up the blood beneath his skin.

With uncontrollable power, he removes your pinkish corset, revealing your breasts in response, which spill out, nipples already hard with anticipation, looking and pleading at him.

The air is filled with desire as he looks at what's in front of him, his gaze burning into your very soul, and you feel a wave of electricity run through your body as his hands slide over your exposed skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

His strong hands lift up your short pink skirt with a playful bunny tail, exposing the stockings that tightly hug your plush legs, his touch is both possessive and gentle, his fingers touching the delicate fabric of your thong, teasing and arousing you even more.

Simon's strong hands explore the contours of your clothed cunt, the fabric of your thong creating a teasing barrier between his touch and your cunny, he deliberately presses and flicks against your mound, causing a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

His voice, deep and seductive, whispers quiet praises into your ear, his words both commanding and adoring — «What a naughty bunny» he whispers, his breath warms your skin — «So wet f'me, such a nice little plaything»

Every touch, every word awakens the desire deep within you, increasing the ache between your legs, the fabric of your thong becoming wet with your arousal, the evidence of your need for him obvious.

And his praises and touches turn into a symphony of pleasure, drowning out any other thoughts except the pure ecstasy he brings to you.

With a knowing smile at your dumb expression, Simon continues to tease you, his finger now lightly pressing against your clothed cunt.

The fabric of your thong offers a tantalizing resistance as he begins to pump his finger slowly and steadily, each movement eliciting a moan of pleasure from your lips and slightly uncomfortable sickness of the fabric against your bothered folds, a testament to the intense sensations coursing through your body.

He watches you intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and admiration — «That's it, my love» he whispers in a hoarse voice, his British accent adding an edge to his words — «You're fine, take my touch like a good little whore»

His praises combined with the rhythmic wiggling and pumping of his finger that sends you deeper into a state of bliss, the sensations increasing in intensity, coursing through your body like an electric current, making you crave more of his touch.

Your moans and whimpers fill the room, reflecting the pleasure he easily brings out of you.

His voice, like velvet and bourbon, envelops you, intensifying the ecstasy that permeates every cell of your being, his words ignite your desire, lighting a fire inside you that can only be extinguished by his touch, you completely surrender to his control, getting lost in the sea of ​​pleasure that he delivers.

As he continues to thrust his finger into your clothed cunt, the pressure and friction become overwhelming, pushing you closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation, waiting for the release he promises when suddenly your walls clamp around nothing and your body convulses in ecstasy, giving in to the intense relaxation that washes over you.

But before you can catch your breath, strong arms quickly spin you around, pinning you face first against the wall, and the sudden change in position sends a thrill of anticipation through you, your senses heightened by the element of surprise.

Slapping your bare ass firmly, making you mewl pitifully, Ghost asserts his dominance, igniting a fiery mixture of pleasure and desire, the ringing sound resonating in the air, a delicious reminder of the intense pleasure to come.

You feel a wave of flame run through your body, as if every nerve ending is on fire, craving his touch.

His strong hands guide you, pushing your panties to the side, allowing him to quickly unzip his pants, and the cool air touches your heated body only for a couple of seconds as the tip of his girthy cock rests at your entrance, his arm squeezing your round fluffy tail.

Slowly, he begins to thrust into you, giving you time to adjust to the girth and length of his cock, and you can feel the tension, the delicious stretch as he fills you completely.

The sensations overwhelm your senses, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort causing your breathing to hitch, the firm grip on your hips holding you steady, allowing you to feel the fullness of his cock as he slowly thrusts into you in a quick rhythm, each movement plunging you further into a state of bliss.

You can't help but moan, the sound muffled by the wall pressing against your cheek, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out, creating a symphony of lewd squelching as your body molds to accomodate his shape, the connection between you growing stronger with each thrust and roll of the hips.

In this moment, you are completely his, your body and desires naked in front of him, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, the taste of leather and the quiet growls of pleasure that escapes his lips.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, Ghost's cock slides in and out of you, filling you completely, the rhythm of his movements a rushing dance of desire and vulgarity, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge, his hips slapping against your ass, making your tail jiggle.

His pace gradually quickens, the intensity increasing as he seeks to push you to new heights of ecstasy as he penetrates deeper, his cock brushing against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pathetic mewls fall from your lips following your rolling eyes.

The sensation is both intense and electrifying, making you gasp and moan with every movement, the connection between you becomes stronger, it is a raw and primal connection that goes beyond the physical.

His strong hands grip your hips, holding you close to him, ensuring that every thrust is felt to the fullest, the possessiveness in his touch only intensifies the pleasure, the feeling of being wanted and desired igniting a fire inside of you, and you can feel the strength of his grip — his fingers leaving a mark on your skin as he takes full control.

As the pace quickens, the room fills with the sounds of your pleasure, the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of you mixing with your moans and sighs, the slaps of skin against skin as the intensity of the moment becoming almost overwhelming.

You give in completely to the pleasure, your body eagerly responding to his every move, the world around you disappears and all that matters is the intoxicating feeling of his cock inside you, pushing you to the brink of release as he continues to fuck you with a primal hunger.

With a firm slap to your ass, Ghost's dominance is reaffirmed once again, the burn of his hand on your skin sending a wave of pleasure through you, making your walls tremble and clench around his cock, and that tight sensation only intensifies his desire, fueling his already desperate need for release.

His thrusts become increasingly erratic, his movements losing their subtlety as he gets closer to his own release, he feels the tension building, the tension in his balls signaling an approaching climax, and with each thrust he moves closer to the edge, his body and mind consumed by all consuming pleasure.

And finally, with a low guttural moan, he reaches his peak, his body tensing, his grip on your hips tightening as he spills his hot seed deep inside you, the feeling of his release combined with the continued movement of his cock sending waves of pleasure through your body, pushing you to the limit too.

As your body succumbs to the overwhelming waves of pleasure, your pussy clenches and flutters around Ghost's cock, the sensation is exquisite, your walls squeezing him tightly as your orgasm washes over you, and in the midst of your climax he slips out of you, his cock coated in a mixture of your juices and his own cum.

He watches intently as his cum leaks out of your cunt in thick globes, dripping down your quivering thighs, the sight of his essence mixing with yours a visual testament to the passion you both shared.

The image captivates him, your legs are trembling and your plush ass, red from the spanks, sticks out, letting your round tail quiver slightly as your ears slide from your hair to the floor, a proud and satisfied smile forming on his lips as he considers the implications of your shared pleasure.

With a gentle touch, Simon grabs your waist, holding you there as you continue to tremble from your orgasm, his praise flowing freely from his lips in a rough timbre, testament to the pleasure you've given him — «Such a good bunny, good girl» words of admiration and adoration wash through you with a wave of warmth, knowing that your pleasure was his ultimate goal.

To keep things discreet and intimate, he reaches for your panties and delicately pulls them back over you, the wet cotton fabric pressing against your sensitive flesh, ensuring every drop of his cum stays securely inside, nothing goes to waste.

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