#like a section of the vein is smashed

[ovur]

Ohh my god i slammed my hand down less than 10 minutes ago and I can see the bruise (?) so clearly since the skin is so thin. It doesn't really hurt but just the way it looks makes me want to cry it looks painful

[l0standn0tf0und]

damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes

george weasley x fem!reader (hints on short!bookworm!fem!reader)

words| +- 4400

in short|  classic story. George falls in love with his best friend. nothing more and nothing less

warnings| my english, angst, fluffy ending, mention of sex and long ranting about George's feelings

author’s note| it's supposed to be a short one. About 1000 words or so, but I got excited. and well, I tried to make it George's pov. because, you know, ✨️his pov✨️. also, it's my first scribbling in two years. enjoy))

He has been with other girls. He'd even said he has been with a lot of other girls.

There were a couple of girls he dated for a while. There were those he just fucked with. A quickie after a Quidditch match won't hurt anyone. It doesn't matter whether he won this match or not. He's well aware of the fact, that girls like him. But none of these so-called relationships were serious. Perhaps this was because he didn't consider any of them as something serious.

He tried this relationship thing because he was curious, what it's like to date a girl. But during his dates, bringing a cup, all painted with tiny violets, to his lips and listening to the chatter of his now ex-girlfriend, he thought that she'd never say such a thing and she'd never order such a lusciously sweet cupcake. And she wouldn't have dragged him to Madam Puddifoot's in the first place.

After smashing Hufflepuff to smithereens on the Quidditch field, he pressed some Ravenclaw's back to one of the walls in the locker room, pounding deep into her, hearing this girl's moans become louder with each thrust. He caught himself thinking about what her moans would sound like. Would she be filthy and loud underneath him or her moans would be more shaky and soft?

He wouldn't say any of these girls were bad, unattractive, or something like that. Just the opposite, all of them were great. But they simply weren't…her. She got deep under his skin, intertwined with his veins, and blossomed in his lungs. She was his Flower. That's how he called her.

George remembers clearly well how it started. No, not his feelings, they started so naturally, that he didn't even notice how he fell for her. George remembers clearly well how he started calling her flower. This happened back in the second year, during History of Magic. He was getting more and more bored by the second in that stuffy classroom. And there was nothing unusual about it. He got bored very easily. So he quietly began scribbling in the corner of her parchment. He remembers the angry look little Y/N gave him as she carefully pushed her piece of paper away from the redhead. She was also bored but did her best to focus on Professor Binns' words. But George continued, all smiling and trying to stifle his giggles caused by her irritation. At some point, his incomprehensible doodles began to look like something that resembled Professor Binns, but his glasses and mustache were abnormally large compared to everything else. She smiled, took George's hand, and carefully drew a tiny flower on his wrist, before returning her attention to Professor. It took him a while to find out what exactly she drew with so neat lines. It looked like an iris or daffodil, he couldn't tell exactly and she didn't know either. But after that she became flower. His flower.

And now George is sitting in the library. He came here to at least start an essay on Potions. Snape become ruthless lately, so it was easier to work in a group on this 5-page assignment about Golpalott's Third Law. That's how he, Y/N, Fred, and Lee ended up in the library. George knew that this was one of her favorite places at Hogwarts. Two and a half hours earlier, when they had passed Madam Pince's stern gaze, he almost unconsciously walked to her favorite table, between the Poetry and Reference sections.

George's re-reading the same sentence in the book for the seventh time. There's something about the idea that a whole product is greater than the sum of its parts, but he can't really understand its meaning because he's thinking about her. It would be more accurate to say that he's thinking about what Lee and Fred had said about her. The evening before, his twin, the only person in this world who was closer to George than Y/N, again claimed that his love was mutual. Fred constantly tried to push him to confess his feelings. His argumentation was always the same. Fred said that he��s older, which means wiser, and he sees everything, how she steals glances at his little shy brother in classes and how she blushes just as much when George is near. But that evening, Lee has added some new information, which George still tries to process and connects with everything else these two have been telling him through the years.

George returns to yesterday in his thoughts. He was lying on his bed again, hopelessly pressing his face into the soft fabric of the pillow, while these two opened the Pandora's box again. Sometimes it seemed to George that they were enjoying this ranting about his 'unrequited' love situation over and over again.

"Ok, look, if she felt nothing but platonic stuff, she'd not be this frustrated when she found out about you and Jane" Lee spoke in a devious voice, getting more comfortable on his bed.

"Wasn't it Jade?" Fred's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, I mean this Hufflepuff blondie with the ribbon"

"She's Janis" George sighed. He remembered this relationship, which lasted just over a month or so. Janis was nice, but she talked a bit too much. And this black ribbon, which she constantly wore as a headband, pissed him off. He admitted that the ribbon matched well with her uniform and emphasized the brightness of her hair. But something was wrong with it.

"I thought she was Jade"

"Anyway, why are you telling me about this now?" curiosity and a slight note of annoyance were noticeable in George's voice "It was quite a long ago."

"Look, mate. I'm your friend, right?" Lee sat down, crossed his legs, and the blanket crumpled under his weight. One more movement and the red piece of cloth would end up on the floor. "But I'm her friend as well. She knows that I know. And knows that I overheard that conversation of hers. And I promised, I won't blab it to you…But as it turns out, I'm not the best secret keeper and I'm more of a friend to you than to Y/N"

To tell the truth, Lee was a great secret keeper. Just like he was a great friend. This made George seriously wonder why Lee broke the promise. And so unceremoniously 'blabbed' everything to him. What if he's really as blind as he was told and doesn't see obvious things. He doesn't deny the possibility that she liked him too. More precisely, he doesn't want to deny it. He hopes that Y/N also feels something that crosses the boundaries of friendship. Even if her feelings aren't as strong and all-consuming as his. As if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed every time George sees her. He hopes for at least something, for at least a tiny feeling, a tiny sparkle in her heart that flares up at the sight of the tall redhead.

Many times he imagined and replayed in his head the moment he would confess his feelings. Tell her how all the sounds around become quiet when he hears her laugh, how each and every touch imprints and burns on his skin. He dreamed, how he would tell how much he loved her, that he could finally be honest and reveal everything that was in his head and heart.

But the younger twin thinks the stakes are too high. And maybe he's right because she thinks the same thing to herself. Even though George wants more, he doesn't want to risk everything he has right now. His eyes begin to water and a lump rises in his throat every time he assumes he could lose Y/N. His flower. He knows her too well to predict what would happen next if his feelings weren't mutual. Their communication will become awkward, they both will be cautious and afraid of saying or doing something wrong. And then, after some time of this weird communication, their connection will fade away. And even if his love is mutual, what if he and Y/N don’t work out as a couple? What then?

He can't let their previous and future years of friendship go down the drain. Y/N was the first person he and Fred met on the Hogwarts Express. And from the very first year and the very first greeting, the three of them became inseparable. Always together.

She wanted to be a prefect, so she avoided detentions and tried not to get involved in their pranks directly. But Y/N was always there, helped to plan each of their mischiefs, assisted with new inventions, and saved him and his brother from professors. George can't remember how many times she rescued them from Filch while she was patrolling the corridors. He was so proud of her last year when she finally received this little silver pin that gave her extra authority and responsibilities.

George can't imagine Christmas without Y/N now. She visits the Burrow every year and his mom adores her. Perhaps because Y/N helps with cooking more than anyone else in this house. But George can imagine in detail how hard his mother would scold him if he suddenly announce that Y/N won't come for winter break this year because he's an idiot and they stopped talking to each other.

It's not Christmas without having a snowball fight with her and Fred in the backyard. At some point, she always tries to throw Fred into the snow. But due to the obvious height difference and Fred's strength privilege, she never succeeds in this. So she's becoming the one who's giggling on the ground, covered with snow. George always laughs at this little performance while his very kind twin scatters her down with even more snow.

George's envious of his brother in some way. Fred has never seen Y/N as more than a friend or a second sister. He's envious that his twin's heart doesn't ache as much as his does. And his older brother doesn't have to make such a difficult decision. No, George doesn't wish his brother pain. No way. He just doesn't want to suffer himself. George understands, that he's not just at risk of losing her, but also at risk of depriving Fred of his best friend too. If he and Y/N don't work out, what will happen to her friendship with Fred? Yes, perhaps they will be able to maintain some thread of communication. But they certainly won’t be best friends like they are now. George wouldn't handle it. He believes that it's better to be content with the small moments he has than to lose everything.

"Where are you going?" Fred's question snaps the younger twin out of his thoughts. He's still in the library and didn’t even notice how the chair next to him became empty, as Y/N headed towards one of the sections.

“I need this book, about…” her words meet Fred's raised eyebrows "I just need another book"

A quiet “uh-huh,” sounds either from Fred or Lee as her back is already hidden between the shelves full of colorful covers.

George looks for a while longer after Y/N. If someone raised their head from studies or books and glanced at the redhead, they would see the gears turning in his head.

“I…” George moves away from the table. Legs of the chair slide across the floor with a quiet rustle. He tries to come up with some kind of a reason, but Lee is faster.

“We got it, loverboy in shining armor, go already and help your princess” In response George groanes, and a quiet "fuck off" slips from his lips as he heads after his 'princess'. He doesn't know why he decided to follow Y/N. He just wants to. Perhaps he simply feels calmer when she's around, she gives him a feeling of warmth and home just by being near.

And there she is, just three bookshelves away. George can understand why she likes spending time in the library, although he doesn't share this sympathy. It's quiet and peaceful here. High ceilings, impressive columns, and alive stained glass windows are throughout Hogwarts, but they look especially charming in this place. Perhaps it's the specific lighting or the huge number of cabinets filled with old parchment and colored bindings. And, to be honest, he likes the smell of books. There is something about that scent that the redhead can't explain.

Y/N walks along the shelf at the end of the bookrack. Her gaze runs along the top row of colored spines, searching for what she needs. Her hair is up in a messy, almost domestic, bun and secured with a wand. But some strands fell down, framing her face and descending down her neck. The tie hangs loosely around her neck. She undid it after half an hour in the library.

George just stands there and admires her for a while, unable to tear his gaze away. It seems to him as if a soft golden glow surrounds each curve of her glorious body. And this light calls him to come closer. None of the other girls looked like her in his eyes. He swallows, breaks out of this perfect trance, and quietly heads to her.

The girl stands on the very tips of her black shiny shoes. Her fingers almost touch that very book on the top shelf. "Why the hell do they always shove the most useful stuff so far away?" Y/N thinks to herself before long fingers touch the cover of the "Ingredient Encyclopedia". She sees as right above her head a familiar freckled hand takes the faded green binding from its place.

"You're welcome, flower" Y/N turns around at the sound of the voice and finds herself trapped between the worn books and George.

The corners of his lips lift slightly and the younger twin can feel the warmth approaching his cheeks. He can't control it and, to be honest, he doesn't care when she's only millimeters away.

Her "Thank you" is so quiet that George isn't sure she actually said it. Their eyes meet, and it seems to redhead that everything that happened next was in slow motion.

She just wanted to take the book. Such an innocent action. She inhales sharply as her fingertips accidentally brush his hand. He feels high-voltage sparks come from this touch and spread further throughout his whole body and explode where his heart is.

They both froze, not breathing and not breaking an eye contact. George could swear he was ready to give everything he had to live in this moment forever. Just standing next to her in an empty section of the Hogwarts library. Looking into her eyes, losing himself in their depths. And feel the warmth radiating from her hand on his.

Earlier, he thought he'd be nervous at a moment like this but he isn't. He just stares at her eyes, then at her parted lips. "George, don’t do it" he repeats to himself. His fingers shudder imperceptibly with the thought of taking her wand from messy hair, so her locks would fall freely on her fragile shoulders. "Control yourself". He's trying, so damn hard trying not to bury his hands into these shiny strands and pull her into a kiss. It takes all his strength not to. And George doesn't know what happened. Was it Y/N's rosy blush and his brother's words about mutuality flashing through his head. Was it her, standing so close that he could smell his amortentia coming from the girl.

But he gives up. George bends down, without even thinking about it, and presses his lips to hers

George pulls away even faster than he has leaned toward her. There is exposed fear in his widely opened eyes. Eyebrows are raised as the realization crushes his thoughts. His mouth opens and closes without making any sound. It seems that he's more shocked by his own action than Y/N herself.

He fucked up. He knows it.

Y\N stands there still. And this is the first time in the redhead's life that he can't read the emotions of his best friend. "Ingredient Encyclopedia" is still in her palm, but George abruptly pulls his hand away, losing all the warmth she provided to him.

"I'm…I'm sorry" is the only thing he mumbles before storming away from the book section, from the library, from her.

George almost knocks down a first-year with a blue tie when he rushes out around the corner. He fucked up. Y/N didn’t respond to his kiss, she didn’t react at all. She just froze in place. George doesn't understand how he could let himself do this. He shouldn't have. He heads towards the huge wooden door with such speed that some students' parchments fly off their desks. He doesn't notice this, nor the questions from Fred and Lee, that meet his broad back, nor the comments of the furious Madam Pince.

She appears around the corner shortly after George, calling his name. She throws the book on the table and quickly walks past her friends. The faded green binding slides across the wooden surface and lands near Lee's inkpot. Another millimeter and the small glass jar would have been knocked down and poured a black liquid onto the pieces of parchment, only half written with essay.

"For Merlin's sake, what is going on?"

“I'll bet you a galleon that George confessed to her and ran away” Fred speaks with a sly grin, shifting his gaze from the hurrying Y/N to his dormmate.

"Too much drama for these two, don't you think?"

"So…?"

"You're on" Lee agrees, moving the book away from his writings. He only managed to write the introduction and the beginning of the first few theses. It was far from 5 pages but it was at least something and definitely more than George wrote.

George walks through the library entrance. He feels like everything is crumbling inside him as he walks. The sound of his heart pounding in the ears muffles the voice calling his name somewhere behind the back.

"George!…"

He is supposed to be happy. He finally did what he had dreamed of for many years. He finally kissed the girl he was so hopelessly in love with. But instead, he feels as if a dozen Dementors attacked him. All of the hope and happiness have been sucked out of the world.

"George!…"

He'd better get away from here as fast as possible. He'd explain himself later. He'd better get to his safe space. But where should he go if he felt safe only next to her?

"George!….for Merlin's sake!….. I can't keep up with you!"

He recalls everything in his head, from what happened a minute ago to the first time he saw Y\N. He understands that all those happy moments, the tenderness, the memories they both made and the plans for the future, are all gone. He's so disappointed and so angry with himself.

"George!…"

"What?!" He stops and turns around, seeing the girl almost running along the empty corridor of Hogwarts, approaching him.

George heard her calling him. But he's not ready to face the consequences. Not now. He needs time to pull himself back together and come up with something. But he gives up. Again.

"What do you wanna hear, Y|N?!" His hands shoot up in a questioning gesture. "That I'm head over heels in love with you? With your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes! With your damn angelic laughter, which drowns out all other sounds for me! And I even with the way your brows frown when you're concentrated!"

"Georgie…" He doesn't seem to notice her soft voice but continues. She wants to say something, but his confession is unstoppable. And she understands this, so she decides to just let him rant.

"Or do you wanna hear that you became a fixed point in my mind where my thoughts always come back to? That I randomly grin to myself like an idiot when I think about anything related to you. I don't know when exactly I fell for you. But it feels like I've always loved you. You're doing something to me, no one else ever could. You make me feel special and not just another poor Weasley or the second clown of Hogwarts. Every damn time you make me feel important because of who I am and not because I'm the beater or I'm the easiest way to get to Fred." His voice became calmer with each sentence. The irritated raised tone turns into his normal deep timbre, and then it will turn into a soft mumbling. " And you make all of my anxiety and worries turn off just by your presence. I was so fucking angry with myself and you did something I dunno how to explain. So now I can't be this angry. And you are…you are just….you"

She stands next to him. Almost as close as it was back then in the library. Perhaps if George wasn't so nervous, he'd realize that he liked the scent of books because it was her scent. Every time she left the library after spending several hours there, she had this slightest scent on her. It mixed with her perfume and shampoo, so it was impossible to separate and difficult to notice it.

"Are you done?" George doesn't know what to do and just nods his ginger head. Then she rises on her tiptoes and neat fingers finds the collar of his white shirt and pulls it towards her, forcing George to lean forward. Her lips touch his. Again. Only for a few seconds but this makes him blush even more, if it's possible. His freckles aren't this noticeable anymore.

The girl pulls away, the heels of her shoes meet the cold floor and her hands slide onto George's chest. But he continues to stand slightly bent forward, batting his eyelashes. She still has to lift her head slightly to look him in the eyes. In the future, this height difference will piss her off sometimes, but he'll enjoy it endlessly, liking this even more every time.

George stares deeply into her eyes, trying to understand what just happened. But he feels that he can breathe again. And somewhere inside, where his soul is, irises and daffodils and all the other flowers start to blossom slowly. Did she really kiss him? But earlier…

"But you've…." His eyebrows furrow as the puzzles are slowly coming together in his head.

"I was taken by surprise" She explains as she watches his face soften, lips rise into a wide grin that he can't stop. And why the hell should he stop it. "And you didn't give me time to understand what's going on"

George covers her hand with his own. That hand that's laying so peacefully on his rapidly beating heart.

“Sorry,” he chuckles, millimeters from her face. She can feel his breath on her lips, like a ghost kiss, dragging the moment before he crushes his lips down on hers into another real one.

Her lips are soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. This kiss is not just a peck, like the previous ones. This time George can understand that her lips are not exactly what he thought. Her lips feel thousands of times better than he could ever imagine. He finally feels relieve and all the world's happiness. All the happiness he supposed to feel. Happiness, that had been accumulating for a long time and didn't leave the palace of his dreams, Finally to escape to freedom. His palms find their place around her waist as he pulls her closer, forcing their bodies to collapse into each other, holding each other as tightly as humanly possible. Her hands shoot up to his hair, slowly letting her fingers slip into ginger strands. He kisses Y/N like he has never kissed anyone else before. With all the tenderness and love he has kept locked in his heart till this moment. George doesn’t see this, but he feels how the gray world around him is filled with colors again. The warmth spreads all over his body and his brain stops working properly.

This girl, this bright and breathtaking girl, is his. Their lips moved softly, delicately, and almost innocently before. But Y/N is driving him insane and intoxicate him with the sweet smell of her body. He can feel her hand slide to his nape and she lightly runs fingers up along his neck. Tiny soft moans escape his lips in the surprise of the goosebumps this action sent down his body. As a response, George brings up his freckled hands to cup her face. His calloused fingers caress her flushed cheeks as he nibbles her lower lip, not so hard to hurt, but enough for Y/N to feel it. Now it's her turn to let out a small, barely audible moan, which makes him break out into a shit-eating grin.

The girl gently pulls away, while George still holds her face in his warm hands.

"I love you too, Georgie. And your damn perfect hair and damn marvelous eyes"

Bonus:

He lets out a giggle caused by quoting. He's unable to open his eyes for a few moments after this kiss, a huge smile on his face

"But…"

"But…?" The question sounds teasing even though his voice is hoarse.

"We have an essay to finish. It's due tomorrow, and you haven't even written a sentence yet." she wrinkles her nose in a taunting way.

"Nooooo" Redhead lets out a groan, throwing his head back. "Don't make me do this, Flower"

"I won't write it for you" She kisses his pouty lips as a response to the puppy gaze he gave her. Y/N frees herself from his cozy grip and heads towards the library. "You'd better write at least something unless you prefer scrubbing cauldron instead of…let's say…sneaking into Hogsmeade."

George catches up with her a couple of seconds later. He slightly leans down just for a moment to catch her hand in his and intertwine their fingers.

"Y/N…." he tries this 'puppy gaze trick' again.

"Fine." She sighs in defeat "I will help you with a plan and theses, but you will write it yourself."

George breaks into a smile once again and brings her hand to his lips, leaving kisses on her knuckles. Well, the thesis for Someone's Third Law is at least something. Plus, he’s sure that he’s sure Y/N will write his essay as soon as she finishes hers. And, to be honest, Fred's too.

After some time, when they are a meter from the huge wooden door, George suddenly wonders.

"Galleons or Sickles?"

"What?"

"Galleons or Sickles?" He repeats, opening the door in front of Y/N

"Wait, you're wondering how much they bet on us, aren't you?"

George overtakes the girl, ending up in front of her, and leans down so that their eyes are at the same level. He shoves his hands into pockets and wrinkles his nose therefore mocking Y/N's previous actions.

"I'll bet a Galleon that Lee owes Fred a Galleon"

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[huntiesworld]

Blow | Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n takes Chris to the strip club.

Warning: Smut, giving head, strip club. Use of French in the lyrics!

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK!! Based off of Partition by Beyonce

This my first-time writing smut so don't be mean! Thank you

Y/n: Pink

Chris: Purple

The low hum of the engine thrummed beneath through the sleek black sedan as it rolled through the neon-lit streets. Y/n glanced at Chris, her husband, sitting beside her, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Tonight was a night unlike any other, Tonight, Y/n had a surprise for Chris, one that would make every fantasy come alive. 

The car pulled up to the entrance of an exclusive club. The outside was discreet, but the deep bass of music thrummed through the walls, hinting at the world within. Y/n stepped out first, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took Chris’s hand, leading him through the entrance. 

Chris followed her, anticipation building with every step. As they entered, the dim lights and sultry atmosphere enveloped them. Y/n flashed a knowing smile at the host, who nodded and led them to a private section, secluded yet with a perfect view of the stage. 

Let me hear you say “Hey Mrs. Carter! (Hey Mrs. Carter)

“What’s going on?” Chris whispered, a mix of excitement and confusion in his voice. 

 Y/n just smiled, pressing a finger to her lips. “You'll see.” 

Moments later, the lights dimmed further, and a familiar beat began to play. The unmistakable opening notes to Beyonce’s “Partition” filled the room, and Chris’s eyes widened in realization. The curtains on the stage parted, revealing Y/n, dressed in a tantalizing ensemble that left little to the imagination. 

Say, “Hry Mrs. Carter!” (Het Mrs. Carter)

Give me some

Chris’s breath caught in his throat as Y/n began to move, her body swaying in perfect rhythm to the music. Her eyes locked onto his, and it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. Every move she made was for him and him alone. 

“Driver roll up to the partition, please. I don't need you seeing Yonce on her knees.” Beyonce’s voice crooned through the speakers, but it was Y/n’s performance that held Chris captive. She danced with confidence and allure that was irresistible, each movement a promise, a tease, a whisper of desire. 

Y/n moved closer to the edge of the stage, her gaze never leaving Chris. She could see the effect she has on him, the way his eyes darkened with longing, the way his hands gripped the edge of his seat. She reveled in it, knowing that tonight, every fantasy would be fulfilled. 

-See me up in the club with fifty-leven girls , posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill

As the song reached its crescendo, Y/n slid down the pole effortless grace, her body a symphony of curves and control. She ended up on her knees, just as the lyrics suggested, looking up at Chris with smoldering intensity that left him breathless.

The final notes of the song lingered in the air as Y/n rose and walked off the stage, making her way to Chris. She straddled him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Did you enjoy your surprise?” 

Chris’s hand found her waist, pulling her closer. “You have no idea.” he murmured, his voice thick with desire 

The man ain't ever seen a booty like this. Cause when he wanna smash I'll just write another one

Y/n smiled, capturing his lips in a kiss that promised so much more. The night was far from over, as the music continued to pulse around them, they both knew that this was just the beginning of an unforgettable evening. 

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The atmosphere of the club clung to their life a second skiing as Y/n and Chris exited the private room The sultry beat of “Partition” still reverberated in their veins, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. The ride back to their penthouse was charged with electricity, neither saying much. Their silence filled with heated glances and charred, hungry breaths. 

As soon as they stepped into their luxurious suite, Chris spun Y/n around, pressing her back against the door, his lips capturing hers in a fervent kiss. The world outside ceased to exist, it was just the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of desire. 

Now my mascara run’, red lipstick smudged, oh he so horny he want to fuck

“God, you were incredible.” Chris breathed against her lips, his hands exploring the curve of her body, feeling the heat through the thin fabric of her dress. 

“You haven't seen anything yet.” Y/n whispered back, her voice low, seductive purr. She pushed him gently, guiding him to on the plush leather sofa in the center of the room. 

Chris sat down, his eyes never leaving hers, his anticipation palpable. Y/n slowly peeled off her dress, revealing the lingerie beneath - the same tantalizing ensemble she has worn during her performance. The look of Chris's eyes was enough to set her skin ablaze. 

He popped all my buttons and ripped my blouse. Oh, there daddy, daddy didn't bring a towel

She straddled his lap, her hands sliding up his chest to undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his muscle beneath. Chris groaned, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer. Their lips met again, this time more urgent, tongues tangling in a heated dance.

“Tell me what you want.”  Y/n murmured against his mouth, her breath hot and teasing. 

“I want you.” Chris replied, his voice hoarse with need. “All of you.” 

 I just wanna be the girl you like, The kinda girl you like

With a sly smile, Y/n rose slightly, just enough to slip her hands between them, undoing his belt and freeing him from the constraints of his pants. Chris’s breath hitched as she took him hand, her touch gentle and commanding. 

Slowly, deliberately, Y/n positioned herself over him, sinking down inch by agonizing inch, drawing a deep groan from Chris’s lips. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her, was exquisite, and she savored every second.

They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, bodied slick with sweat, breaths mingling in a symphony of desire. Chris’s hands roamed over her back, her hips, her thighs, pulling her closer, deeper, wanting to be as close as possible that bordered on feral, her body aching and writhing in a dance that was both primal and elegant. 

Handprint and footprint on my glass. Handprint and good grips all on my ass

Chris’s hand moved to her breasts teasing her nippled thorugh the lace, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n threw her head back, a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he thrust deeper, harder, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. 

The world around them dissolved into a blur of heat and sensation, every touch, every kiss, driving them higher and higher. Y/n’s nails dig into Chris’s shoulders as she feels the coil of pleasure tightening in her core, ready to snap. 

“Chris… I'm close.” she gasped, her voice trembling with the intensity of her approaching climax.

He likes to call me peaches when we get this nasty. Oh, there daddy, daddy you ripped my fur

  “Me too, baby.” Chris groaned, his hips bucking beneath her, driving them both to the edge.

With a final, powerful thrust, they shattered together, cries of ecstasy mingling in the air as they both rode the wave of their release. Y/n collapsed against Chris, their bodies slick and spent, their hearts beating in unison. 

For a few moments, they simply held each other, basking in the afterglow of passion. Then Y/n lifted her head, her eyes meeting Chris’s, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like

“Best performance ever.” Chris whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration.

Y/n chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of her hair from his forehead. “Glad you enjoyed the show.” 

Chris’s hands tightened around her waist, pulling her close for another kiss. “I can’t wait for the encore.” 

—-------After A While------------------------------------------------------------------------

The world outside their penthouse suite faded into significance as Chris and Y/n remained entwined on the plush leather sofa, their bodies still humming from the intensity of their shared climax. Chris’s eyes sparkled with mixture of love and raw desire as he looked up at Y/n, who was still straddling him, her skin flushed and glowing. 

“Ready for round two?” Chris murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he ran his hands up and down her back, sending shivers of anticipation through her. 

Y/n smiled, a sultry curve of her lips, leaned down to kiss him, their tongues dancing together in a slow sensual rhythm. “Then let's not wait.”  she whispered against his mouth. 

Hello. Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? 

With a graceful movement, Y/n slid off him and stood up, extending her hands to him. Chris took it, letting her lead him to the bedroom, their footsteps soft against the hardwood floors. The bedroom was a sanctuary of luxury, dimly lit by the warm glow of cand;es scattered around, casting flickering shadows on the walls. 

Chris watched as Y/n slowly removed the remnants of her lingerie, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor. His eyes drank in every inch of her, the way the candlelight played across her curves, highlighting the perfection of her form. Desire surged through him, a potent force that made his heart race. 

“You’re so beautiful.”  he breathed, his voice thick of emotion.

Le sexe, je veux dire: l'activité physique, le coït. Tu aimes ça?

    Y/n smiled, the complement making her feel even more empowered. She approached him, her fingers gently removing his shirt that was opened from before. She pressed a kiss to his chest, her lisp trailing a path of fire down his torso as she knelt before him, her hands working to free him from his pants. 

Chris shuddered at her touch, his arousal growing with each passing second. He could hardly contain himself as she took him in her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate, driving him wild of pleasure. His hands tangled in her hair, guiding her as she worked her magic.

Just as he felt himself nearing the edge, Y/n pulled back, hey eyes meeting him with a mischievous glint. She rose to her feet, pushing him gently onto the bed. Chris fell back against the pillows.  His body arching with need as he watched her climb onto the bed, positioning herself over him.

Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe?

Y/n hovered above him for a moment, savoring the look of desire in his eyes. Then she lowered herself onto him, both of them gasping at the sensation. She began to move, slow and sensual, setting a pace that had both of them moaning in pleasure.

Chris’s hands foamed her body, caressing her breasts, her hips, her ass, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingertips. He thrust up to meet her movements, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of pleasure. 

“You’re amazing.” Chris groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, to make this moment last as long as possible. 

Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe

“So are you.” Y/n replied breathlessly, her movements becoming faster, more urgent. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling as they moved together, driving each other to the brick of release. 

As the intensity built, Chris felt the coil of pleasure tightening within him, ready to snap. He gripped Y/n’s hips, guising her movements, feeling her muscles clench around him as she rode him with wild abandon. 

“Oh, baby, I'm so close.”  Y/n gasped, her voice a high breathless moan. 

“Me to sweetheart.”  Chris groaned, his control slipping as he thrust harder, and deeper, pushing them both to the edge. 

Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle que les femmes adorent

With the final thrust from both partners, they cried each other's names with pleasure. Y/n fell into Chris, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. 

For a long moment, they lay there, holding each other in their arms. Basking in the afterglow of their passion, then Y/n lifted her head, hey face of a fucked out expression, looking at Chris with a small smile. 

“Encore delivered,” she murmured, her voice filled with love. 

Take all of me. I just wanna be the girl you like (Girl you like)

Chris chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And it was perfect.” he whispered, giving her lips a tender kiss. “Absolutely perfect.” 

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, knowing that no matter how many encores they had, each one would be just as unforgettable as the last. 

[lundenloves]

i have no clue what your flavour of music is but i present you with mY mix of music, good luck lunden, i love u no matter what

pussy pop:

Chappell Roan's pink pony club, good luck babe, naked in manhattan... all bops, all FUCKING BOPS. anything by her. BOP. she is the definition of girly pop slay queen ok i am SORRY

When I Rule The World by Liz saw it on a bimbo playlist that's it, sold. slap it on the fridge. frame it. telling my mother about it.

Please Please Please by Sabrina Carptenderein in honour of u meeting Sabrinas bf. smash.

Fuck it, Celine Dion. take it OR LEAVE IT.

i like the way you kiss me by artemas

I am depressed today:

WILDFLOWER by Billie Eyelash

Picture You by Chappell Roan (i am actively writing ghost wanking it during sad boy hours to this song, its great... for me not him)

tolerate it by taylor swift, i am not a swiftie but this song slaps so hard it got me crying in the club on numerous occasions

i want to be a middle aged father who wears leather studded vests:

literally only made this section so i could tell u to listen to Sabaton. Preferably their song The Last Stand. Its metal. Its gothic. Itssssssss i am edgy but would like to understand the lyrics and would not like to die from screamo music.

i want to live in rural america and stare into the mountainside as my partner drives me through winding roads while i feel a glimpse of nostalgia even though i grew up in the city:

Noah Kahan. Dial Drunk.

man, i just cant stop being despressed:

ur so pretty by wasia project

two by sleeping at last

MITSKI AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Nothing's new by rio romeo

pussy popped 2 hard and now i am just in a fucking musical phase, ok JUST LET ME BE!:

No Longer You by EPIC. Similiar vein all of it. its poppy, its up and coming. it was all i listened to for a week straight.

Vioila by Barbara Pravi (i love eurovision)

World by Zeph (its only like a minute long ok, but it s'cute)

Je te laisserai des mots. fkn french. FUCK.

#holy fuck im drunk #anyway # enjoy #or dont # but if you dont #i will #CRY #thanks # THANKS.

how do i sign this off.

FUCKING FUCK love L! <3

dude. i severely love my anons so much, you people actually bring me through the deeeeeeepest bouts of depression sometimes and make me laugh everyday 🫂

in honour of music sharing under this format you have sent me (which is 100999% interesting i fucking LOVE seeing what other people listen to) i will share my own thoughts on music 141 style.

for reference i am a midwest emo, folk punk, screamo, metal, country music, grime rap, 60’s floorfillers and beatles vs stones, tøp hello tumblr, oasis v blur and britpop, green day mosh pits and everything else other than opera enjoyer ALAS i have my favourites.

ahem.

- i’m making a different post about this 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😭😭😭😭

i’ll link it here once i’m done

[glorified-red]

can you give some more examples how to to show instead of tell when writing?

Of course!! If you'd like more let me know, i have thousands. This was just the first example I thought of:

"You should be stronger. 

The agonizing tremors that allowed fear to course through your veins after the initial smash. 

You should be stronger. 

The fleeting breaths that left you gagging after the child clattered to the ground. 

You should be stronger.

The sense of humanity that clinged to your bones and tore open all your vulnerabilities as you loomed over the scattered remains of broken porcelain. 

But strength was fleeting. It was a dying flame that continued to be hunted by those who weren't as pitiful as you were. Once you finally had a chance to gaze at its remains, it was snuffed out, leaving you with nothing."

&

"You should be worried. 

The satisfaction that pooled into your veins after the initial smash. 

You should be worried. 

The triumph that weaved its way into your muscles after porcelain clattered to the ground. 

You should be worried. 

The sense of strength that straightened your spine and relaxed your shoulders back as you loomed over the scattered remains of broken porcelain. 

But worry never fully settled into you. It banged against the distorted glass of this world, just outside your skin, but never got the chance to settle in. It was a far away siren, a warning with dulled flashing lights that begged you to stop, to listen." 

These are two sections from two seperate chapters from Nightmare that are direct parallels to each other. In the first section, the reader is forced to murder dolls against their will, they dont want to but they have to in order to survive. You can tell that reader is fighting between their morality and their instincts to survive yet I never explicitly say that. Instead, I focused on how that would manifest in the body (tremors, gagging, etc).

In the second section, readers morality is completely gone. They murdered these dolls and theyre happy about it. Yet I never explicitly said that reader's morality disppeared. Instead, I focused on what the morality was supposed to do: keep reader empathetic to the dolls. Since that empathy is gone, I thought about how it would appear in the body (sense of satisfaction, triumph in the muscles because reader got stronger, etc).

But what actually got the message across was the structure of these two segments, theyre identitcal to each other and I did that on purpose. Structure can benefit you so much more in your writing than you realize, you're not just writing paragraphs, you can format those paragraphs to tell the story better. Look at poem structures, they utilize this sooooo much.

But what else?

Personification.

I used personification to write about strength, humanity, and worry as if they had human attributes, as if they could interact with the reader. Personifying emotions is the easiest way to show how those emotions are affecting the reader in a visual way instead of just saying those emotions are affecting the reader.

Humanity cant cling to you, but in here, I said it was because reader is clinging to their humanity right now, their morality, because thats the last thing they have left thats seperating them from the monsters theyre facing.

Strength can't fix your posture, but in here, I used it because it elicits a visual of how the reader looks with their newfound strength, the reader is confident now. Did I mention confidence? Nope. But posture often represents confidence. That subtext is so important.

Worry cant bang on glass, just as theres no glass around your skin, but in here, the glass represents a barrier between the reader and their old self, especially their lost humanity. Worry cant bang, yet it showcases that Worry is begging the reader to stop because if they don't, they turn into the monster they were so afraid of becoming.

But even now I'm personifying worry to get my point across.

But in actuality, worry itself represents the internal turmoil the reader is facing. Half of their mind wants to stop and protect their humanity but the other half hates these monsters and needs to survive. This is the entire point of these two scenes.

Yet inner turmoil was never talked about at all.

But it was heavily implied.

That, is how you show things.

Personifiying the senses and emotions is one of my FAVORITE ways to show not tell because you can be so incredibly creative with it.

Structure too.

In fanfiction especially (less-so novels or professional writing) you're given so much leeway when it comes to formatting your writing. Use it to your advantage!!

[detectivemcqueen]

Had a stressful night and got sent home. Had to talk to my doctor about getting a note to prove I can't work the freezer section despite me telling management that I can't work freezer when I first started working there. I have Reynold's syndrome, so the cold causes the veins in my fingers to constrict, making them numb and go white, then expand, making it feel like my fingers are being smashed with a hammer.

Thankfully, I have the best doctor ever who wrote me a note and is going to approve me to try quick dissolve anxiety medication. All of this is proof that I am doing my best to improve my mental illness while Walmart staff keeps fighting me on it.

[jayjamjary]

I've finally figured out a stand design I would want for jjba self-insert. This is all subject for change as I just thought of it in the shower and I'm now typing this out on the bathroom floor so yeah I haven't flushed it out a whole ton. Just shower thoughts and revisions I think of as I write this. Descriptions under the cut.

Name: Weird Science

Appearance: The bit of the stand that shows up first appears as a large, glowing gold, semi-transparent, right hand that's arm can appear just upto before the elbow at most outreached. With how abnormally scaled the arm can be compared to an actual human arm, this allows it a reach of about 2 meters. The arm appears from my right hand (because I am right handed) and the base of it lines up with the same spot on my arm. In calm situations, it won't be scaled up at all and will just perfectly overlap with my hand. In battle, it would probably be stretched all the way out to the elbow, lined up with my elbow, and will be scaled up as large as I can make it. Inside of the palm of the hand is an eye that looks like my own. If the hand/arm part gets injured, it reflects on my own hand/arm. If the eye gets injured it reflects on my left eye. I summon the stand a bit with my left arm/right eye but it will be smaller and less stable. If my right arm gets cut off or left eye gouged then that's the best I've got ig. I'd keep this hidden like Polnareff did Silver Chariot's ability to shed its armor.

After the hand/arm/eye bit does it's work, the rest of the ability will manifest into whatever book I activate with it so the outside and general size can vary a lot. I prefer larger books with images drawn/photographed and text written in a clear to understand style for obvious upcoming reasons.

Ability: The hand/arm/eye bit is used to scan a person and can only scan them within a foot (about 1/3rd of a meter) of the surface of their body. It can scan their full body if I run my stand down the length of their body and get all their limbs or it can just get one section if I just hold it in one place. I prefer to just get one section if I'm looking for something in particular because otherwise it's a lot of extra information that gets crammed into the book and the font size and diagrams start getting way too small to fit.

Once scanned, the book will fill with as much biological information as you can think of about the area scanned in the text and image style of the original book. I hate using poetry books and anything with abstracted art styles. They're terrible for this. I adore biology textbooks though.

If I scan just your finger, ill be able to look through all the layers of your skin, muscles, bones, sweat glands, veins, arteries, capillaries, any tumors you may have, etc with lovely little diagrams preflagged with any abnormalities. The pages of the book kinda work like a screen where I can zoom in on different bits (despite this, bigger books are still nicer because I can't tell what I need to zoom in on if the font and diagrams are puny. In the back of the book, I can also see all of the genes turned on by your epigenome in all of the sections I have scanned very small font with a drop down menu for if I want to see the individual codons. Generally I can't do much with this information without a ton of research but I do know how to throw in a stop codon if you know what I mean.

And about actually using this book, I can edit things. I can flag a tumor to be destroyed or increase the production of tumor suppressing genes; I can select cells are areas of cells and force them to duplicate or preform apoptosis, I can change your DNA (keyboard smashing in new codons here tends to be quite useful in defeating enemies it just may take a bit depending on how lucky I get); I can turn on/off different genes in different sections of your body by fucking with your epigenome (like turning on genes for making an eye in your balls); and I can crank up production of different stuff like hormones or enzymes.

The books stay the way I've made them forever but they can be destroyed without any harm to the scanned person. Nobody else can edit the information in the book or even zoom in/out on stuff. Non-stand-users can see the book but only in its original state. They cannot seem the hand/arm/eye bit.

Weaknesses? Many. It's an overwhelming amount of informationt that gets put into that book and while I am planning to go to college for bio premed and then med school, I haven't yet. Sure I'm in a few college classed in my high school but I'm not as educated as I could be to use this stand well. I also have to scan a person to use it first. Without internet to google shit, I don't know what certain genes are or the total effects of different enzymes or anything. As I use my stand more, ill develope quick strategies for obtaining different goals in editing people but I don't know a ton. Making cells duplicate/apoptosis has to be done by selecting cell by cell unless I figure out how to change the genetic code for it. Changes in the genome/epigenome can take a bit to express themselves on a large scale as well.

So uh. That's my stand idea B) I hope you enjoyed. Feel free to share ideas/thoughts/anything

TL;DR:

I CAST CANCER!!!!!!!

[candlecoo]

Hey love your art and aus!

I wanted to give a idea for a dragon!Izuku au insted of izuku being a human he is a dragon with a quirk that locks him in his human form. He goes to Ua but was general or support course but when bakugo his kidnnaped by the league he goes save him with class 1A but AFO sensed great power coming of Izuku and foolishly takes his Quirk while he mocks the heroes. Izuku without his quirk turns into a gigant black,green and silver Humanoid dragon in the midle of kamino. He procedes to smash Afo, and flies away with bakugo and Class 1A while he is freaking out. All might and the other heroes are dumbfounded while the kids are flying away until somone says that they should probably arrest AFO.

- Inko had a secret. Originally it wasn't her secret but it became her's when she fell in love with Hisashi. She was young college student learning abroad and never expected to meet and fall for the man of her dreams in a secluded European town.

- but Hisashi wasn't the person he seemed to be, sure he was as kind and thoughtful as she thought him to be. He was still warm physically and literally.

- but he wasn't a person. He was a dragon... An actual literally DRAGON.

- but that didn't change her love for him, it didn't stop her from marrying him or having a child together.

- she had been told of her husband's worry's of how the magical community had greatly diminished do to quirks, how magical creatures who obtained a quirk often was negatively impacted by their quirks which lead to their deaths.

- his concern for his unborn child was massive. They expected their child to have some dragonic features, to have magic flowing through his veins, to be able to shift between humanoid to dragonic just like his father. They could've passed that on as a quirk.

- but Izuku came out completely normal. Filled with worry Inko questioned her husband and with heavy heart he informed her that he could indeed feel the magical prowess flowing from Izuku but feared a quirk prevented him from any access to it. And he was right.

- Izuku would never be able to discover his dragon heritage.

- so with a heavy heart he allowed Hisashi persuaded Inko and Izuku to return to Japan while he continues to evade detection and promised to visit whenever he could.

- Izuku grew up completely normal.

- he just misses the fateful encounter that would've given him ofa in another world.

- he makes it into UA's general education course and becomes friends with Shinso and encourages him in the sports festival.

- everything seems to be going great until a couple weeks later Bakugou is kidnapped by the league of villains.

- Izuku should not have had anything to do with the rescue effort. He wasn't even in the hero course but he couldn't just do nothing when his childhood friend was in danger.

- so he went.

- Many might say Afo was greedy, he saw an interesting quirk and he craved to obtain it. He couldn't always see the applications of the quirks but he could see the strength, the power of said quirk.

- so when he noticed a quirk that shined brighter than the sun, THAT WASN'T OFA! he Had to have it!! It didn't matter that heros stood before him, or that his hostage squirmed in his arm, those only made it better when he pulled the person forward with an calling quirk he found ages ago. He taunted the heros as he called his newest victim from his hiding place.

- and an unknown child flew towards him, the desperation in the heros faces at the reveal of the frightened kid and his frantic friends still hiding fueled Afo.

- hand firmly placed across the child's face he pulled the quirk to him. As it settled in his mind the texture of the boy's face changed beneath his hand, from smooth skin to dense scales or armor. His heat vision only perplexed him as the child's form grew till it towered over him and then wings spread across his vision. Wings???

- before he could comprehend his situation taloned claws made contact with his mid section and his hostage was snatched away from him.

-The boy, no the creature took his prize before swooping down and grabbing the rest of his onturage and flying away.

- the heros would later on report a blur of illustrious iridscent blackish green flying off into the night right before All Might arrived.

- All Might stood before Afo and the villain attempted to alter his body to accommodate his many quirks, but nothing happened it was as if his body was locked, no trapped in this one form...

- Afo's arrest went smoothly after that and All Might' s true for was not revealed to the public, but there was a group of panicked teenagers attempting to console a now untransformed dragon somewhere just outside kamino.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Modeled Life

“Alright, you can do this Alex. Just focus, you belong here right? Of course you do! That’s the only thing people even remember about you! No more awkward Alex or nervous stuttering Alex. No! You are Alex the model! The actor! The-“

“Um… Alex. We’re ready to shoot are you ok?” the photographer said apprehensively.

“Y-yeah! I’ll be right there!” And with that Alex removed his shirt.

A week ago no one would even know who Alex was. A middle child in a family of 10, an average sized man in an above average part of town, and a recluse of a person amidst a pool of socialites. All these mundane descriptors and more could be used to describe Alex, to anyone who would even care to know. He was just an ordinary man in his early 30s, still trying to find his place in the world.

So it was to no surprise, when the dreary guy working multiple jobs happened upon an oddity throughout his daily life. During the evenings he worked as a waiter serving fancy finger foods to beautiful men and women at lavish parties. Half the time he wasn’t even aware of the event of the evening. They all had the same thing in common. Just people with two much money surrounding themselves with people who looked amazing.

As he wandered around the fancy halls of this building, he noticed a section roped off. One of the best things about being so unremarkable like Alex, was that people didn’t notice him, even if he was off sneaking into a place he shouldn’t. He quickly found the area to be filled with paintings, sculptures, ancient pottery, and antiques. One at the center of the room caught his eye though. An egg shaped sculpture that looked entirely carved of marble. Under its pedestal were a few words in latin “votum ovum”. Not really caring for the lengthy historical description beneath the egg, Alex merely sighed, realizing all boring stuff in here was considered more valuable than him.

“I wish I could life like those people inside. No… even better I wish I lived a life people like that only dream of.” Alex said absentmindedly admiring the expensive works of art. At that very second, his phone buzzed with a message that told him to get back to work. It was so sudden that the very vibrations caused Alex to jump and stumble right into the egg. It was falling to the ground fast. He dove for it, as by mere inches it slipped through his fingers. When it smashed to the floor Alex knew his life working at this place was probably over. He had no idea how right he was.

The egg fell to the ground and smashed to pieces in a blast of bright light. Alex squinted. Barely a second had passed, but Alex felt his body alight with some unknown heat. As if fire had burned through every vein of his body, stretching him out a little taller. Adding some mass to his chest, arms, and ass. His hair tingled as it styled itself into an effortless yet fashionable cut. Even his clothing morphed from simple waiter’s outfit to a full on suit that framed his new body well. Abs now peaking through his unbuttoned shirt and a disheveled tie loosely hanging from his neck.

When Alex’s eyes finally adjusted and he got to his feet, he was shocked to find no evidence of the shattered statue. He was even more shocked with the sudden change to apparel and muscles!

“What the hell is going on?” Alex said in a deep sonorous voice.

A cute female giggle could be heard behind one of the art installments as he said this. “You always say that after you enjoy yourself big guy?” Standing up in a gorgeous black dress was the owner of the building and hostess of the party. 

“Um... Sorry mam. I don’t-” 

“You don’t leave a girl waiting right? Well then get back here tiger, we’re just getting started.” 

Before he knew it Alex was tugged by the tie into one of the most intense experiences of his life. And this was just the beginning. He soon found his entire world had changed. He wasn’t just an average waiter at this party. He was an honored guest. Models, actors, and local celebrities all praised him for his attendance and joked about his latest escapades. Alex’s awkward laugh now came out as a sexy chuckle, that drove people wild. 

His phone was now abuzz with social media updates as people were liking hundreds of his shirtless pictures. Each more thirst catching than the next. Alex certainly recognized his face, though it looked like it was put through a handsome filter. But the body was nearly entirely new!

It took a few days for Alex to realize his friends and family had always remembered him as the successful one in their lives. The young adult who moved to the city of socialites and now runs the place. He had modeling gigs nearly everyday, while every night he was invited to new lavish parties.

Back in the present Alex was still getting used to his modeling gigs. He had to spend several minutes hyping himself up just to get his shirt off. However, it wasn’t like anyone minded. To the photographers and other staff, they simply thought this popular stud was in reality really modest. This humility only served his new salacious reputation, as did the many tame nights of partying where he only drank water and didn’t bed the first person he saw.

Whoever he was or is, it’s certain that no one will be forgetting the name Alex Crockford anytime soon. 

[the-iceni-bitch]

Both Ends Burning: Teaser

Vices Assemble: Chapter 5.1/?

Pairing: crime bosses!Stucky x fem reader

Words: ~1.8k

Summary: Steve isn’t too happy with how you handled things while he and Bucky were out of town.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m and f receiving oral, anal play, mmf threesome, mild daddy kink), almost no plot, sub Bucky, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m steadily working on completing this whole chapter, but felt like giving you all a little teaser since this section is pretty standalone. Enjoy!!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!

Steve had been sullen and grumbly for the past 12 hours.

He’d been hesitant to leave you in charge while he and Bucky had to negotiate in Toronto, but Buck was adamant you could handle it, that they trusted you enough to make you number three and share their bed with you, they should be able to trust you to handle operations for a weekend. Plus, Sam was going to be there with you, what was the worst that could happen?

Apparently, you killing one of their capos by throwing him off a roof in front of the rest of them was the worst that could happen. Sam had sounded like he had been holding back laughter when he gave him the call, and Steve hadn’t even given him the chance to explain what had happened before he was almost crushing his phone in his fist.

Bucky was nothing but amused at the whole situation. Steve was such a drama queen, of course he was going to throw a damn tantrum. He muttered mindless endearments at his partner as he ranted on the flight back to New York, rolling his eyes as he listened to the man lament ever bringing you into the fold for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Baby, don’t act like that pussy wouldn’t have sucked you in no matter what.” God, the man was stubborn. You’d already made them a shit ton of money implementing your changes to their distribution network, but Steve needed to be in control.

“No, that’s all you Buck.” Still fuming like an volcano, he was constantly going back and forth between slapping your gorgeous face when he saw you and fucking the shit out of you until you agreed to be reasonable. “I’m not the one who thinks with my dick.”

“Maybe, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have you whipped, though, daddy.” Bucky just laughed when Steve growled at him, leave it to that cocky bastard to start using his pet name against him. You were such a bad influence.

They stopped their conversation when they pulled up to the offices, Steve shrugging uncomfortably when he stepped out of the town car and ignoring Bucky’s eager grin as he tried to come up with a way to get a handle on you.

He thought he might soften once he actually set eyes on you, but when they walked into the office to find you with your feet propped on the desk and sipping some gin while you laughed uproariously at something Sam said just made him angrier.

“Well, hello there boys!” You beamed between the two of them, winking wickedly at Steve before opening your arms to Bucky and letting him kiss you deeply when he crawled into your lap. “Did you miss me?”

“Get the fuck out, Sam.” Steve ran his hand over his face in frustration, glaring at you as you nipped at Bucky’s lips while keeping your eyes fixed on his.

“Sure thing, boss.” The man just shook his head as he stood from his lounging position. “Boss.” He nodded to Bucky. “Boss lady.”

“Bye Sammy!” You purred when Bucky started nuzzling at your throat, giving Steve a mocking pout. “That was awful rude, Stevie. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Seriously?” He just scoffed at you, trying not to lose focus when Bucky ripped your blouse open and popped your tits out of your bra so he could suck on your nipples with a low hum. “The name Gentry mean anything to you?”

“Oh, that.” You bit your bottom lip teasingly, tangling your fingers in Bucky’s hair while he whined against your breast. “That fucker deserved it.”

“I dunno what our most established lieutenant could have possibly done to deserve getting thrown off a fucking building.” He was trying his absolute best to keep from getting hard, but when you spread your legs wide so Buck could slide between them he almost lost it. “Please, enlighten me.”

“He- oh Bucky, baby, fuck.” Your eyelids fluttered when he dragged his tongue over your clothed core, the soft moan that escaped from you making Steve’s cock twitch. “He was stealing from you.”

“What?! Bucky, give it a fucking rest!” His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were creaking, the veins in his neck bulging as he tried to restrain himself from striding forward and ripping his baby boy from between your thighs so he could bury himself in you and fuck out his frustration.

“Nu-uh, you stay right there, baby.” You wrapped your thighs around Bucky’s head and held him close, grinding your hips into his face as he tugged your panties to the side and started dragging his tongue over your pussy in slow stripes. “That dumbass so-called ‘King of Manhattan’ started fudging his sales as soon as you brought in that new shit from Miami. God, Buck, right there.” His lips wrapped around your clit and you arched your back into him. “Trying to poach your established clients too, had to let the other assholes know that wouldn’t be tolerated.”

Steve was furious. Aside from the fact that one of those morons they had let roll over from the previous organization had betrayed, the fact that you had been right about not trusting those idiots was making him see red.

“What about the others?” He was going to murder someone, he didn’t think he’d ever been this angry, all he wanted was to fuck you and Bucky until he couldn’t think anymore.

“I’m auditing the other boroughs now… mmm.” Bucky must’ve found the right spot, because your entire body jolted suddenly while you let out a satisfied hum and almost snapped his neck with your thighs. “Aww, looks like daddy’s mad, why don’t you go help him out, baby?”

Bucky whined when you tilted his chin back with one finger, his eyes blown wide and his cheeks and chin covered in your slick as he turned slowly on his knees to face Steve. The blonde growled from deep in his chest when you stood up and gripped Bucky’s jaw, dragging him forward until you were practically throwing him at Steve’s feet. You bent to give him a sloppy kiss before straightening back up and cupping his cheek gently, using your other hand to undo Steve’s belt while you mouthed at his neck.

“You’re a manipulative bitch, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before turning his head to smash his lips to yours, groaning when you freed his cock and wrapped your fingers around it to slap against Bucky’s cheek.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m so good at my fucking job.” You purred when he sucked a bruise against your jaw, drawing your fist over his length while you guided Bucky’s head so he could suck on his balls. “Just fucking relax, Stevie.”

You gave Bucky a light slap before shoving Steve’s cock in his mouth, smirking at the desperate, muffled keen that escaped from his painfully stretched lips when he started fucking his own face. Steve let out a low moan when you stroked his tongue with yours, one of your hands winding through his hair while the other yanked his trousers the rest of the way down.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?” He gasped when you released him, pressing your lips over the curve of his shoulder while your hand slid down his spine and slowly traced over the upper curve of his ass. “Baby, Jesus.”

“Look at you taking such good care of your daddy, pretty boy.” Bucky whined around Steve’s cock at your praise, blinking up at him with big doe eyes while drool leaked from the corners of his mouth. “To answer your question, Stevie, I’m helping you relax.”

“Unh… fuck.” The way Steve’s voice cracked when you spat on his pretty hole before sliding a finger inside him had your clit throbbing, your chest pressed tight against his back as you kissed the back of his neck and started fucking him with your hand. “Oh god.”

“Close enough.” You could tell he wanted to growl at your cocky retort but then you were stroking his sweet spot and he couldn’t think about anything else.

Between the way you were stretching him open and Bucky was swallowing him whole his knees were starting to feel weak, his back arching when you slipped in a second finger so he could let you catch his lips with yours. Bucky was humming around Steve desperately as he gazed up at the two of you, his cock twitching as he brought a hand up to wind his fingers through Steve’s with a needy little whine.

“Shh, didn’t forget about you, baby.” Steve broke away from you reluctantly so he could look down at Buck, stroking his hair soothing as he started grinding his hips against his face. “Look so fucking pretty on your knees for your daddy. You want me to fill that gorgeous mouth with my cum?”

The pitiful whimper he let out was the only answer Steve needed, his pleasure already so close with the way you were milking him. You practically squeezed him from the inside and he choked on a moan, shoving his hips into Bucky’s face as his cock jerked and thick, warm ribbons of his cum shot against the roof of his mouth. He almost collapsed when you kept fucking him through it, prolonging his pleasure until poor Bucky was almost suffocating from the sheer volume of it.

“Buck? You good, pretty boy?” You were practically holding Steve up when he pulled out of Bucky’s mouth, running your fingers over his chest and beaming at the filthy grin the brunette gave you. “See Stevie? Nice and relaxed. You boys might want to get cleaned up, we’ve got a meeting in an hour. Something about a dead lieutenant.”

Steve couldn’t even muster the will to get angry as he collapsed into the chair behind him, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair when he rested his head on his knee and panted.

“Told ya, daddy.” Ok, now his annoyance was starting to come back. “She’s got you whipped.”

“You fucking brat.” He ignored the low chuckle Bucky gave him, his lips tracing over his thigh before he nuzzled into his hips. “I’m gonna take that sass out on your ass in front of that bitch tonight, just you fucking wait.”

[olivia200312]

Human Form and Wet Dream~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon)

Plot: Y/N wakes up from a wet dream and obviously wet but Optimus comes to the rescue by making love to her in his surprising hot and handsome human form.

So, this is my favorite pic of Optimus as a human! I don't like the others much. Sorry :(. But if you don't like the pic, feel free to pretend that he looks different. Get ready to feel hot ;). Also, this is how Optimus will look like as a human if he goes to humans public places.

Head area: Brain: Processor / Brain Module Head: Helm Face: Face plate Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor Eye brow: Optical Ridge Eyes: Optics Mouth: Intake Lips: Dermas Teeth: Denta/Dentas Tongue: Glossa

Chest area: Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour: Chest plate Back plate Mid-section plating Neck guard Side plating

Arm area: Arms: Arms / Restarlueus Forearms: Bitarlueus Hands: Servos Fingers: Digits

Arm armour: Gantlets Shoulder pads Arm guard

Lower area: Pelvis: Pelvis Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate Thighs: Tibulen Calves: Cadulen Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour: Skirt plates Aft plate / Skid plate Thigh guard Ankle guard

General/Internal components: Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question. Veins: Fual lines Stomach: Tanks Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating. Heart: Spark Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

Note: the art goes to the owner!

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Y/N is staying at the Autobots base tonight. No, more like, she lives there. Ever since she lost her house to giant robots, Optimus Prime took her in for protection. The leader was nothing but very kind and gentle to her. That's honestly every girl's dream, to have a guy like Optimus. He also has a very well-built frame.

So, it's night and everyone went to sleep. Y/N fell asleep on the couch and Optimus is in the main room as her. He just finished reading one last datapad that has reported on. He just placed it down and that's when he heard... sexual noises. His optics shot wide open and looks at Y/N. She's sleeping but... Hold on, she's the one who's making the noises! He steps closer and is seriously watching with interest. He studied human behaviors, especially when dreaming. She's dreaming, moving, arching... It finally clicked Optimus' processor. She's having a wet dream! He honestly can't hear his optics off her and he's watching her every move.

Wet dreams appear actually in men for some reasons but it also appears in women but that's actually kinda rare. When a woman has a wet dream, they'll wake up wet in their private parts down below. With men, it's different.

Y/N then gasped and sat up, panting and blushing red like a tomato. When she saw Optimus looking at her, she yelped. "You saw everything, didn't you?!"

Optimus then actually smirks! "I did."

"E-Eh!?"

That's when Optimus fizzled away kinda and Y/N got confused. She gets off the couch and looks around, gripping the blanket to cover her shorts that are wet from her wet dream. That's when she screamed but a hand covered her mouth. "Shhhh. It's me."

Y/N stopped in shock and looks over her shoulder. There's a hottie (pic above) in his 30's and wears pajamas. Don't ask how. But they're blue and red like how he looks in hot bot form. Y/N blushes bright red and felt even wetter, causing her to shudder. Optimus smirks again and turned her around while cupping her chin. "This is my human form. We call it holoforms."

"You look so hot," she moans. Once she realized what she did, she covered her mouth, feeling very embarrassed.

Optimus looks stunned and surprised but he then smashed his lips against hers. He heard her squeak but then she moans and felt her kiss him back. The Prime feels proud and immedialty made out with her. Their tongues swirled with each other and their hands roamed each other's bodies. Optimus then picks her up bridal style and went to her berthroom. He then kicks the door open and closed it with his foot. The kiss got very aggressive and rough that they ripped each other's clothes off.

Optimus pushes her on the bed and crawled on top of her like a beast. He then attacks her neck with kisses, licks, sucks, and especially bites. Y/N moaned as she wanted him to take her finally. "O-Optimus, fuck me! F-Fuck me so hard until I-!"

Optimus slammed right into her wear pussy, causing Y/N to moan so loud that both of them probably woke up everyone here on the base.

"Yeah! Like that, O-Optimus! O-Ahhhh!~" Y/N is now a wild girl under the leader.

Optimus couldn't help but love that side of hers. "You're so tight. Scream, my spark.~"

Y/N definitely screamed his name out. Meanwhile, everyone covered their audio receptors as they listen to those moans and screams. Y/N scratched Optimus' bareback as her legs shook since Optimus is literally pounding into her like a wild animal that is in mating season. They kissed again and is so hot and smutty.

That's when Y/N felt her orgasm coming. She moaned and pulled away as she squirmed. "I-I'm cumming!"

Optimus panted and leans his head into her neck, enjoying her scent. He growled in a sexy tone while gripping her boobs. "Cum.~"

Y/N gripped his hair and that's when she squealed loudly. She finally came and in return, Optimus came as well. Both of them calmed down and Optimus slowly pulled out his human spike, or penis, now limp. Y/N panted as she laid there, dreaming about what just happened. This IS definitely not a dream! That's exactly how she dreamed of! Of Optimus Prime. The leader then gently laid down on top of her and snuggled.

Y/N smiles at his cuddly side and pecked his lips softly. "I love you, OP."

Optimus smiles back. "I love you too, sweetspark."

[airplanned]

Yiga!Zelda chunk time

First section of chapter 1.  In which Link has a terrible time, but at least Aryll is sweet.

Link had a grueling day of standing absolutely still along the sides of rooms, protecting twelve-year-old Lady Aryll, Duchess of Faron.  When he first greeted her, she wished him good morning, but he simply nodded to her as he fell into place three steps behind her.  Today she decided to tell him everything she knew about crows, which was her latest obsession.  She tried to convince everyone who would listen that she should have a flock of pet crows, and surely someone could make that happen.  She had an awkward breakfast with the king, who did not want to hear about crows and emphasized the vital importance of her studies. The duchess' smile did not slip as she ate her toast, but Link felt the insistence on perfection like a punch to his gut. 

She went to boring lessons in the morning, where she excelled--bright as she was--and kept trying to bring the conversation back around to corvids.  Link prayed that they would discuss something interesting since he was not allowed to zone out without putting her life at risk. 

On the way to her prayers, she asked, "Sir Link, what do you call a group of five crows and ten cuccos?" 

Answering was unnecessary.

"A murder most fowl!  Ha!"

He snorted, and she grinned, proud of herself for breaking through his stoicism.  

For the next three hours, she sat on her knees before the Goddess statue until Link approached her.  "Your Grace, you must prepare for tea."  She rose slowly, taking his hand when he offered it.  He escorted her back to her room to refresh herself, slipping her a vial of peppermint oil for her sore knees, and then escorted her to the solarium, where he had to listen intently to court gossip as he watched the fine ladies like a hawk should any of them pull a knife and lunge for his charge, should any of them slip something into her tea.  The ladies thought that crows were not at all suitable pets, but perhaps ravens would be better.  Gears began to turn in the duchess' head.

"Who is Lady Pelta?" she hissed as they made their way to dinner.  The lady had been the subject of much conversation that afternoon.

"The one with the ferret," he murmured. 

"Ohhh!  Yes, that makes more sense." 

And then there was an awkward dinner with the king and some painfully blunt lords who quizzed her on the details of her studies and then talked past her as they discussed how her prayer regimen could be altered for better results.  

Link imagined how he would punch the first lord in the face, spin to smash the next lord's head into the table, and finish the turn with another punch to a third lord's throat before he pulled himself from his fantasy and reminded himself to be on guard.

The duchess was still at an age where she wanted to stay up late, and did not want to admit that she was exhausted by nine o'clock, so it was Link's job to approach her.  "Your Grace, you have a busy day tomorrow."

She narrowed her eyes at him, and he gave her a blank stare.  "If you insist," she said, daintily removing her napkin from her lap.  Link bit back a smile.

As she entered her room with her handmaids, she said, "Goodnight, sir knight," as she always did because she liked the rhyme.

He bowed.  "Goodnight, Your Grace."

He nodded to the guard stationed at her door, handing off his protective duties, and then the rest of the evening was his.

And the only thing he wanted more than passing out and sleeping for twelve hours was to kick the crap out of something or have a really good spar.  Get his blood moving from where it sagged in his veins.  Remind his muscles what they were for, remind himself what he was capable of and why he was chosen for the honor of personal guard to the royal heir, why he was chosen by the Sword that Seals the Darkness, which was tragically quiet on his back.

So he went down to the guard's training area, where everyone gave him dirty looks, finishing up their own training abruptly and leaving.

Alone on the training floor, he allowed himself to sigh.

The sword sang as he pulled it from its scabbard.  Just the two of them then tonight.  Like always.

He'd spoken less than two dozen words today.

He set his feet and stared at his imaginary opponent, holding the defensive posture for several long beats to stretch the muscles awakening with the sword.  The first few forms were to stretch, but as the tension rolled from his shoulders the swings picked up speed, his pulse quickened and sweat raised along his hairline.

He reminded himself that the royal guard didn't hate him.  They hated the sword and how it represented the coming Calamity.  They hated the symbol.  But the sword was a part of him, and his life was a symbol, so that didn't really help.

Slash and parry and slash and stab.

They were just intimidated and jealous that he was so much more skilled than they were.  That wasn't a brag.  It was true.  There were only three royal guards who could hold their own against Link for more than a minute, and they were all ranked so high that they were too busy to spar with him and had no interest in being soundly beaten by a teenager in front of their subordinates.  Every now and then, the guards would get so ticked at him that they would come at him as a group.  That would get his blood pumping.  The problem was that when they did that, they meant it, and he actually did have to incapacitate everyone to get out unscathed and then he would get a stern lecture from one of the generals.

Slash and parry and slash and stab.

Why didn't any of them want to work on improving themselves?  Link was getting stale here with nothing to challenge him, and maybe teaching could be that challenge, maybe teaching would raise the entire level of competence among the guard.  Link was half tempted to put a sword in the duchess' hand until she improved and he would have someone to spar with.  He was half tempted to beg one of the champions to come visit or for Mipha or Urbosa to send a diplomatic entourage for no reason along with a bunch or warriors he could battle.  If not for the duchess, he would beg for a transfer.

Slash, parry, slash, stab.

"Have you ever thought of joining the Yiga?"

He spun before the words sunk in.  He'd thought he was alone

The rest of the guard had left when he came in.

And then he was facing a Yiga foot soldier, leaning against the banister at the bottom of the stairs, their arms crossed and a sickle hanging from each hand.  Their faceless head was tilted as if inspecting him.  "I think you'd do well there."

He lunged.  Just before his blade skewered them, they teleported in a puff of smoke and a flutter of red tickets.  He spun, and his sword caught against their sickles.

"You’re fast.  The Yiga appreciate speed."

The Yiga's voice was light and lyrical.  A woman.

He shoved, pushing her back and back and back, quick footwork and his sword working double time to block and push.  She alternated slashing her sickles in quick twists of her wrist and in full body swings with more power than he would expect of her small frame behind them.  He had to duck and dodge and dart, the length of his reach made null when she pushed in close, and then immediately necessary again when he won another step of ground.  He pushed all the way until she was a single step from the wall and his blade was at her throat, caught an inch from her skin by both her sickles.

They wrestled and he glared, his sword caught, the muscles of his arm straining, just an inch away from ending her.  Just.  One.  Inch.  The sickles trembled as she pushed back, and he allowed himself a small smile of victory.

But then the trembling stopped.  She leaned forward as if there was no strain at all in her arms and shoulders and core.  As if she'd been putting on a show of a struggle and now she was bored.  "You're strong too.  We could have a lot of fun together.”

He didn't let his surprise show.  He threw a punch at her gut with his free hand, but she poofed away and he stumbled forward before spinning, ready for the next attack.

She whispered in his ear, "So grumpy."

He hissed and twisted, and she caught his blade against her own, twisting and locking, and suddenly she had the sword locked between both sickles in one hand.  With her free hand, she reached out and dragged a gloved finger from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

He twisted the sword free, scattering her sickles across the floor, and the sword spun in an arc to slam against her side, caught at the last minute by a knife. 

She laughed and leaned in.   "Think about it."

He stumbled as she vanished.

Link stood at the ready for a stressed minute, his eyes darting about the room, waiting for her next attack. Then he dashed up the stairs, but there was no sign of her there or in the hallway beyond.  An then he was running for the general's office, praying he was still around and could sound the alarm.

[kenganparadise]

Could you make a relationship&nsfw headcanons for Jun Sekibayashi?🙊 I love that man❤️🙌🏻 thank you!

AHHH THANK YOU!! I love this man so much! I’ve been DYING for someone to request him!! Thank you!!

Sekibayashi-

• I will fully stand by the fact that Seki is one of the best- if not the best- partners in Kengan Ashura/omega. He’s one of the most nontoxic people to be around.

• With Someone he genuinely cares about he’s considerate, loving, honest, and he wears his heart on his sleeve.

• If Seki has a partner that suffers with mental illness- depression, anxiety, PTSD, panic disorder- he is the greatest to be around. When his S/O goes through a depressive episode he’s always there to motivate them. He is the king of motivational speeches. 

• He’s always there if his S/O is having a pannic/anxiety attack. “Shh Shhhh. You’re okay. You’re safe.” He whispers to them as he hold them in his arms. Hell rock them back and forth lovingly. He’s got their medication and a water ready to go.

• Seki is good at comforting and motivating people. It’s all apart of his natural charisma.

• He gives his S/O hugs everyday. He can’t go a day without giving his S/O physical affection. It’s a necessity. He’s a really physically affectionate guy. Even if he’s mad at his S/O he’ll always grumpily kiss their forehead.

• Seki tells his S/O exactly how he feels at any given moment even in front of his co-wrestlers. It’s known in SJPW that Seki and his partner are like parents so some of the other wrestlers. Seki is The mom of course 

• Especially Haruo. It’s really important to Seki that Haruo and his partner have a good relationship. Haruo is his adopted son after all.

• DON’T let him fool you. Sekibayashi Is a very hairy man. He just shaved his body hair to make himself more aerodynamic and also to avoid chafing while wrestling. If he’s got a break or is out due to an injury you bet your sweet ass that hair is going to be grown out.

• His chest hair is super sexy tho.

• Once wresting is back on its regularly scheduled program he will have to shave it all off again.... this means he might have to ask his S/O for help. His S/O would be minding their own business and “Babe I need help. I can’t reach this one section on my back. Can you help me please?” He’ll timidly peak his head in. “Dammit, Jun, not again.”

• Seki is a major cuddler. Especially at night. It doesn’t matter is it’s 90 F (32 C) outside and the AC isn’t working, Seki will try to cuddle. Even though he sweats up a storm he needs to be holding his S/O. Even if his S/O pushes him away hell still try. He also snores too, super loud.

• He has a mental list of all his S/O’s favorite foods, snacks, drinks, and deserts. He tries to surprise them often. Every time he’s out and spots their favorite treat he’s gotta stop.

• In fact, he memorizes all of their likes and dislikes, he wants to know everything that they enjoy. Everything he’s out shopping or just on an errand he’ll spot something they might like, he can’t help but buy and surprise them with it. His S/O’s favorite things become his favorite things. 

• Seki‘s love language is well... everything!! He wants to show his love in as many ways as possible. Through gifts, words of affirmation, quality Time, and so forth. There’s nothing Seki wont do for his beloved, he can never say no, and he can never stay mad.

• He is so incredibly loving. He will remind his S/O every day about how much they mean to him and how much they are loved and appreciated.

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

• Once again Seki is one of the best lovers in the Kenganverse. His ultimate goal is to pleasure his partner, he wants them a sweaty satisfied mess after he’s done with them.

• His kisses are breathtaking. He’s such a good kisser it’s not even funny (he practices on his pillow) He knows exactly how to leave his S/O gasping and breathless. He loves pulling away and seeing their bruised swollen lips.

• He’s sloppy with his tongue, he’s eager to taste and explore his S/O’s mouth.

• This man sucks toes and eats ass. No debate.

• He’s eager to please himself and his S/O. The first time he waits, he’s a patient man. He wants his S/O to make the first move. He doesn’t want to rush them, he wants them to make the first move when they’re ready.

• It’s date night at his place. He made popcorn and bought all of his S/O’s favorite snacks. The couple are on the couch enjoying the movie. He’s got an arm around his S/O and their head is on his chest.

• His beloved puts their hand on his thigh. Seki tenses, their hand is so close to his clothed crotch. His leg bounces. He controls himself and represses his sexual desires.

• Their hand moves up, closer. He gulps and stares down their hand. Their hand moves to the inside of his thigh. They know what their doing. But do they know what they’re doing to him?

• “Seki.” They purr. Hearing them say his name like that is enough to get the blood pumping. “Yes, Y/N?” He says under his breath. They turn to meet his eyes. The lovely eyes he can get lost in are clouded with lust. He licks his lips in anticipation before smashing them to their.

• Once the party has moved to the bedroom he slowly strips his S/O of their clothing. The first time he is going to make sweet love to his beloved.

• He’ll kiss up and down their body- he enjoys giving body worship. He’ll ask permission before removing each piece of clothing. Nipping and sucking up and down till he gets to their underwear.

• He takes them off with his teeth. Then he begins devouring them. He’s so good with his tongue. He’s sloppy and the sounds he makes is enough to make anyone blush.

• He’ll make his S/O cum at least once. But honestly he could go on all night just going down on them.

• “Remember we can stop whenever.” He lets his S/O know, and he holds true to that. If his S/O gets uncomfortable or wants to stop at any given moment he will. He won’t complain, he won’t get offended, but he will ask if they’re alright. He’s understanding and he wants his S/O to enjoy themselves.

• Seki is wearing protection of course. This man practices and preaches safe sex.

• He kisses them hard on the mouth as he uses his hand to lines himself up. He makes eye contact as he pushes himself in slowly.

• His dick is quite the stretch, he makes sure to coat himself up with lube for more comfort. His cock is fat. It’s a little thicker near the middle. He’s got a couple veins on the top, the tip is a nice deep red color. The skin is a little deeper than the skin on the rest of his body. He’s uncut. He manscapes if his S/O wants him too.

• His thrusts are slow at first, he kisses his S/O’s face. “You look so beautiful right now.” He purrs into their ear, he means every word.

• Slowly his thrusts will pick up speed. He cradles His S/O’s head in his hands, he kisses them deeply and swallows every moan. Between kisses he whispers how beautiful his S/O looks, how good they feel, and how hot they are. He gives them nothing but praise and he means every word.

• He makes sure his S/O cums before him. Then buries his face in the crook of their neck, his thrusts pick up speed. He moans their name as he cums. His loads are absolutely massive. 

• Seki is wonderfully and out of the bedroom. After the initial first time Seki will pretty much do whatever his S/O wants, he will indulge whatever kink they have. He’s eager to please.

• He does have a katoptronophilia kink. He loves sex in front of mirrors. He wants to watch himself fuck, and he wants to watch his S/O get fucked from every angles. He also really gets his rocks off from watching his S/O’s expression as they watch themselves in the mirror.

• He prefers love making, but he likes to get rough now and again. God he’s so strong. He can basically lift his S/O into any position and throw them around (if they’re into that of course) his hips can be wild as they trust into his S/O. Hell have them screaming in no time at all.

• Aftercare is One of Seki’s favorite moments, he loves cuddling with his S/O in the sticky sweaty afterglow. He thinks they look so beautiful. He’ll kiss their forehead and ask if he can do anything else for them.

[bakugohoex]

I'm sorry about that! Its okay don't worry, if you don't mind I'd wanna ask for the same requests but with kenma and koganegawa?

“you’re so cute, bunny”

pairing: kanji koganegawa x female reader

cw: fluff, language

word count: 1600+

a/n: hi, i decided to do just the koganegawa one due to having never written for him and i thought a cute little headcanon would be cute to do

summary: in which you’re the personification of a bunny and koganegawa falls in love with you

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Love at first sight, this man would see you walk past the gym and fall in love.

He’d run, I don't mean like a creepy run though, like he’d sprint and do that little jog at the end and just peak his head out of the gym doors, staring at you walk away.

Definitely shout something to you, on sight you flinch from his shouting, refusing to turn around.

Sad boy, he will get all sad at how you didn't even turn around.

He won't see you again until a week later when you’re coming out from the library, he just watches you, making sure that you’re okay. That's when he hears the lightning and watches how you jump in fright. He sees a fear run through you before you run back into the library.

He fell in love just watching your interactions with loud noises, a drop of books that would pass you, you’d twitch. He made sure your flinching wasn't due to abuse asking your friends about it, who told him how you just hated loud noises since you were kid, and you were walking past a concert. 

Heart warms, he just had to talk to you again, this time he’s quieter. 

You obviously knew the first-year setter, having been to a couple of their games with your friends. Volleyball was interesting and you couldn't lie, you could tolerate the loud shouting and join in with the cheers. 

Baby walks up to you, a smile on his face and you give him a look of such admiration. Your eyes in a wonder just staring at his lips as he spoke to you, the only thing you’d hear is numbers. 

You’d instantly give it and in a matter of weeks you both had planned on a date. 

Adorable little picnic date, away from others and loud noises. Just the two of you in your happy place, and when it starts raining, he’d pick you up and run with the basket and you through the rain and into the shop.

Would definitely kiss you on the first date, he just already knows you’re the one. 

Start of the sweetest relationship possible, he will always hold your hand and show you off. 

Whenever it starts raining, he will stay inside until it stops and walk you home. 

I swear being in a relationship would be the cutest thing possible, every time you both have to part, he’d give you the softest kiss and the biggest hug.

You’d definitely shout at games just for him, even if you hated loud noises, you’d be the loudest one there, just shouting his name. 

He’d give you the brightest smile and set just for you. It would actually be a good set as well that Aone wouldn't miss. 

Would call you bunny, you just remind him of one with your jump scares and just how adorable you are.

After every game, he’d watch you run up to him, his arms out for you and praise you for your support, he’d definitely be like “you’re so cute, bunny” with the widest grin possible.

All in all, a relationship between you two is just two adorable babies loving and being with each other. 

You waited patiently outside the park that Koganegawa had sent you, it looked peaceful, cute even. The white skirt encased your thighs and the pastel shirt you wore helping to ease the summer breeze, you stood with your phone in your hand. Stomach churning, at a loss, you had admired him ever since he first spoke to him, the way he sauntered towards you with a confession at hand. Now here you are a couple weeks later, waiting for a date he had asked for a week ago. 

“Hey Y/n, you weren't waiting long right?” You turned around to meet his eyes, he stared, looking at every intricate detail of your body and clothes. You were perfect and he was a mess on sight, your voice making him think again. 

“Ugh, not that long.” You smiled walking closer to him. 

He scratched the back of his head, hiding the blush that was forming from just seeing you, “you look really n...nice.”

“Thanks, so what’s the plan?” He gave a gleam from having prepared everything the prior night, he pulled out the basket from behind his back. 

“I thought of a picnic, because it's...summer.” You nod at him, he stared at your hands softly putting his own out. You look down to see his much longer fingers than your own, taking it as he tried to suppress the pure joy, he was getting from holding your hand. 

He took you to the far back, talking about how he used to come here when he was a kid. You listened intrigued with how he could easily talk about anything, the way he spoke about a section that was hidden away from everybody else. Where the two of you could be away from others without their disturbance. 

You looked around, the flowers blooming out around the land. It was perfect, better than any of the other dates you’d been on, the consideration and care that the boy had put into it. To make you feel secure and safe, melted your heart. “I love it.” The grin on your face was all Koganegawa needed to grab your hand and sit you down on the blanket. 

A conversation flowing, your head leaning against his thighs as you lie facing upwards. He had let you play with hind fingers, you asked about his hair, how he got into volleyball, his past and childhood. He spoke enthusiastically about it all, speaking highly of how he wanted may not think properly he’d always support his team. It melted your heart, his sheer passion to be there for his team made you just want to kiss him. 

His fingers rested within your own, each vein across his hand being skimmed across with your own smaller fingers. He loved the sensation, you’d answer his questions, speaking about your own passions. But he watched as you’d get easily distracted, seeing the bees and butterflies fly through the wildlife or just his own hand would distract you.

He had loved when your head had moved to his lap, his other hand stroking your hair. If anybody had seen the sight, it would look like lovers who had been dating for years. He loved that feeling though, how at ease you both were with each other. 

You both spent the rest of the afternoon together, what hadn't dawned on the boy was the mixed message of the weather. When a downpour of rain had occurred, “fuck, let me just grab everything.” He muttered, you helped him, you might hate lightning, but the rain was okay, and when with Koganegawa you almost fell in love with it. 

He smiled at how you looked with the basket in your hands, “come here.” He whispered, you came with the basket in your hand, the rain drenching through your clothes and hair. His own hair getting flat, you could see through his white shirt, but he didn’t care. Instead of grabbing your waist and bringing you up to his body, your arms wrapped around his neck as he carried you through the rain. 

It was a sight to say the least, the basket between the two of you, allowing it to be risky, but Koganegawa just wanted you to not get ill. He ran through the rain trying to find the nearest store for you both to wait in. He hadn't realised how you looked at him, with so much comfort, even with the cold rain hitting you. Blurring both your visions, he felt warmth from you, the way your eyes brought so much love intoxicated him. 

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered leaning your head against his chest, he felt his ears grow redder. His face flustered, stumbling for his own words.

He didn't speak only trying to stop the blushing which you barely saw, your eyes fixated on his tight grip against you. He finally let go just as you both arrived inside a shop where a lot of people had congregated to get away from the rain. 

He grabbed your hand taking the basket with his other, “we’re going to be stuck here for a while.” You mutter out.

“You don’t want to spend more time with me.” He pouts playfully.

You chuckle at his action, taking him to the back away from the people, you both looked through the chocolate section. He watched as you tried to choose between two flavours, “i think the nuts one would taste better.”

He couldn't even speak at your comment, just admiring you. He watched you put the two down giving a confused look at his blank stare, “Koganegawa, you okay?” 

“Yeah, just…” He didn't finish his sentence, only taking your hand, he brought you past the others, a confused expression staying firm on you before you both were back in the rain. Even if it had settled down a bit, there was still a light pour occurring.

“Where are we going?” You question, he doesn't answer until you both are away from people, his lips instead smashing into your own.

You were in shock but the way his hands had moved to cup your face, your hands tugging at his hair. It was a kiss you had wanted prior, a kiss he had been craving from you. He felt like a boy who had just one first place. He was content with it all, the way a soft whine would come from your throat when he’d take a breath of air before kissing you again. The way you let his tongue slide in so easily, the way you were accepting of him, how you admired him even when he was what others would call simple minded. He had fallen in love in a matter of minutes, your first date together was the day he knew he was never letting you go. 

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Mirror, Mirror

Felix and OC (Female), 2,4K. (Part 2)

Phoebe’s life was never one of an adventure, even as a vampire — after being discovered by the Volturi for her talent, she finds herself running away from the world’s most powerful organization, and soon she finds herself in a complete lie and truth situation, with the anchor of her lover leading her to his side.

Part 1, Part 2

Saladin's jaw was clenched like a vise. Horror was evident in his eyes as if they were water droplets in a river as clear as glass, and the water droplets colliding with each other soon found Phoebe in all the confusion and fear. If her heart was alive, it would already have kept pace with the footsteps of approaching death, pounding madly — for she knew, the death was close now, like a shadow lurking around her neck.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Phoebe.

Both of their minds seemed to have stopped. Ideas did not flow with inherent ease. His thoughts, like an elephant trying to get through a door, and the instincts that were supposed to get them out of this trap, were silenced now.

“Should we take another plane and go?”

Phoebe frowned. “We are not close enough.” He looked back to where they had come from. She was right, they had proceeded on a straight street, quite far from the airport. It wouldn't have taken them a minute to come back, of course, but Phoebe wanted to fully understand the situation before she gave herself up to fear.

“I wonder where we are,” she said quietly. "Maybe we're not close to Volterra. Sicily?"

“This is not the time to think about it.” said Saladin, with clear determination in his voice. “Wherever we are, it takes minutes to get caught.”

Phoebe tried not to get caught up in the blinding energy of her afraid friend, but if a centuries-old vampire was so afraid of the Volturi, the intensity of emotion she had to feel must have been more than she could handle.

“Let’s go then.” she said.

Within seconds, they disappeared into the shadows and returned to the airport, waiting for the planes to take off. Unlike the first place they went, it was more secluded and the planes didn't take off as often. They waited for about ten minutes. Then, as an airplane started to move, they run, got into the wheels section as before, and waited for the take off. But nothing went the way they wanted, and it wouldn't for a long time.

Contrary to expectations, the plane made its way to the hangar, not the runway. Since Phoebe and Saladin could not see where the plane was going from where they were, they thought that the vehicle was proceeding normally, and during the minutes they spent on the ground, they thought that they were on the runway. Even the growing voices of humans didn't make them think something was wrong, as it was only the second time they had boarded a plane. They didn’t know what was normal and what was not. But within fifteen minutes of being there, they realized they weren’t going anywhere. This understanding brought a storm and a flood of fear that would be hard to stop.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Saladin.

Phoebe's brows were furrowed and her eyes were squinted like a fox's. She was trying to think. In addition to protecting himself, she also felt in her heart not to let down a vampire who had traveled the world for centuries but now needed her protection, and that responsibility felt like it would crush her if she didn't shed it quickly.

“Let's go on another plane,” she said. "If it doesn't take off, to another one."

Saladin's eyes were so innocent that Phoebe felt the emotion to protect him mix with compassion.

Then, all of a sudden, he was torn from where he was and crashed into the ground.

There was a loud thump, and a smashing sound — then Phoebe was pulled by someone by the shoulders with a speed that her eyes couldn't catch, and she found herself outside the plane, in the middle of the hangar.

She could see Saladin struggling with something unseen. He got punched with a left hook first, then a blow to the jaw; Then whatever was beating him somehow dropped him on his back, and then grabbed him by the neck and swung him in mid-air, hitting the ground. They couldn't see anything. Neither Saladin nor Phoebe knew who they were up against.

Phoebe was aware that someone big was holding her, for her neck had been pinched by one's arm, and both of her arms were held steady by another, as if with a chain. She couldn't see who it was, maybe she didn't want to see it, because the fear running through her told her to just close her eyes. It was as if all her senses were blinded.

She heard Saladin getting punched several more times. Then the voices stopped, and the steps made it clear that two people were approaching Phoebe.

"Use your shield," said a strange, weary voice, "Surround us all."

His body full of fissures trying to heal. Saladin did what he thought was the only way to avoid being killed, and focused, using his shield to envelop all four.

Then, at the other end of the hangar, two rushing footsteps were heard. The two owners of the steps approached the quartet and stopped.

"It was a tragic mistake to think you could escape from us."

A familiar voice. Phoebe opened her eyes, a wave of shock and fear hit her.

It was right in front of her. Jane. Next to her stood a woman with light brown hair, whom she had never seen before. She was considerably taller than Jane, and she had slightly smiling lips, in contrast to Jane's bloodless killer expression. These two women, clad in jet-black robes, gave Phoebe fears she had never felt before, and she felt her nonexistent blood burning in her veins.

Jane sighed lightly.

“Can you get past the shield?”

The woman beside her squinted slightly after Jane's question. She was trying to do something. But it didn’t work, because,"No." was her only reply.

“Then it should be something else, not a shield. A neutralizer, perhaps.”

Phoebe felt the sound waves emanating from her chest throughout her body as the giant holding her spoke. The voice was deep, rough, and judging by his accent, he was at least five hundred years old, and worst of all, he was close enough to kill Phoebe in one hit.

“Have we encountered such power before?” he asked.

“No.” the woman next to Jane said. Jane curled her lips slightly at this answer and smiled. “Aro once talked about a vampire that had a similar talent, he could stop anyone’s talent from working. But he died before Aro could invite him.” Her smile disappeared.

“Aro will like it. We're leaving." she said, giving Phoebe a cold look. Jane and the woman next to her disappeared in an instant. Then, Saladin and the little man holding him, who Phoebe could see now, left, leaving Phoebe and the person who had strangled her alone.

She was looking for something to hold onto and use. Maybe this person had a power, augmented strength, or something — she searched, tried to feel it in her mind, but found nothing. “I don't have any power for you to take me down,” the man said, when he finally realized that the girl's inactivity was due to her focusing on something else. “You can only defeat me with your body.”

Phoebe grit her teeth. Then she found herself being carried in his chest as he ran.

Soon after, she found herself in a hilly city. The man slowed when he got to the big doors, and when the doors opened he entered with the same pace. His grip on Phoebe must have looked funny to those who opened the door for him, as Phoebe heard a slight chuckle, but the giant man instantly turned around and gave the giggled man a stern look. So, Phoebe thought she did look weird, because even though she had been held by him for so long, she still couldn't see his face. It was possible that he was one of those who had come to catch her the day before, but she did not know how many giant vampires the Volturi had, and she certainly did not want to put him at a psychological advantage just because she had seen and feared him before. In the blink of an eye, she found himself walking through another set of doors and into a large, domed hall.

In front of her, on a platform, were three men sitting on thrones. She knew them from Saladin's stories: Caius, the blond and ruthless o e, the sickly-looking Marcus, and Aro in the middle, whose eyes were shining bright even from there.

Aro. The nakedness of the name left a strange taste in her mind. Sour, and also bitter.

The giant holding her slowly loosened his arms and dropped Phoebe to the ground, grabbing her softly by one shoulder and pushing her forward.

Aro slowly descended from the platform he was on, and joined his hands in front of him.

"Welcome." he said, raising his hands slightly to the sides. He had an innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn't the biggest mafia in the world.

She couldn't help her expression, Phoebe frowned while her lips tightened as if she were staring at something hideous. Saladin, on the other hand, was trying to collect himself.

“I heard that your talent is a rare one that no one has seen before.” said Aro, in his same calm voice. He quickly turned his eyes to someone else and looked back at Phoebe.

Then, Phoebe felt the same thing again: something was trying to seep into her skin. This time it wasn't harsh, it wasn't like fire either, it was more like a sneaking mist pouring through the windows. Cool and almost numb.

Phoebe invited him in. She then gathered the feeling up, turned it into a light, and reflected it like a mirror.

Startled, she saw the mind reader's eyes widen as he pulled back, and he audibly gasped. Then she saw the memories flooding into her mind. The brightest was the way she looked at herself through his eyes, then she saw simultaneously his devotion to Aro, and the man behind her. That was him, she thought, the man from that day.

He quickly turned to Aro, the mind reader, whose name she had learned was Gerard. When Phoebe looked at him the same way, she saw admiration in his blazing eyes. Fascination.

Aro folded his hands in front of him again. The smile on his face turned into a completely happy expression.

"Matchless." he said as he approached the girl. “Nobody like you has ever existed.”

He stopped one step ahead of her. He lifted his hand and brought it close to her face, but did not touch it. His hands were close enough to feel her warmth, but he didn't come any closer, realizing the damage a single touch could do to him. He wasn't going to touch her, ever.

He couldn't hide her admiration for her, but then pulled back, remembering his role. He made his way to the middle of the hall, and turned back to Phoebe. All the while, Felix, who was the name of the man behind her as she learned from the mind reader, was holding her softly on her shoulder. The heaviness was uncomfortable, but she knew it: releasing it would give her the upper hand.

“Join us,” said Aro. “Find yourself a place at the top of the world.”

Phoebe didn't answer.

Aro must have taken it upon himself to persuade her, so he continued speaking.

“Rise with us to the top of our clan. You are too important to be left alone, you were born to serve a higher purpose.”

“What I was born for is none of your business.” said Phoebe suddenly. He was surprised, too, but the words were out of his mouth once. She believed that she was made to live with Saladin after all, to spend his life with him while they looked for Zareen. Saladin had told her before that being erased from the minds of all vampires could be the only way to true freedom, and Phoebe was convinced that living as a ghost would serve her better.

Aro's smile faded slightly, but he wasn't going to give up.

"I'm offering you a week's trial," he said calmly. He was showing Phoebe the privilege he didn't show to others, he had to. He could not allow such a precious diamond to be lost in the hands of uncivilized savages. "Join us. If you want to go after a week, you will be free.”

Phoebe was thinking. Coming here and standing under the dome of this hall, seeing that the Volturi were not monsters with colorless skin, overgrown teeth, and elongated nails, had turned the cogs in her mind.

“We'll help you hone your skill,” Aro continued after a short pause. “We can help you understand exactly what you do, how you do it, and teach you to use it. Over the years, you will become one of our strongest.”

Phoebe saw a faint glint in the expressionless eyes of Marcus, who sat behind Aro. Then she had that feeling again. Her skin was tingling. It must be Marcus, she thought to herself. Saladin hadn't told her what Marcus' talent was, but Phoebe couldn't pass up the opportunity to get to know a new talent.

She let the feeling come into his and then used it. Suddenly she saw how everyone in the room felt about each other as clearly as day.

Caius had hidden his anger towards Aro in a black box and covered it with devotion. Jane could suffocate anyone in the room but her brother and without feeling any remorse, the light brown-haired woman next to Jane loved everyone, and everyone loved her, in a shaky way.

Phoebe saw everyone in the room. She couldn't understand what had happened when she saw a few gray bruises in the love bond between him and Saladin, but then she saw weak flower buds just beginning to sprout between herself and the man standing behind her.

She suddenly threw the skill she had used out of her mind. Marcus was beginning to suspect that she was using his talent, it was evident in his eyes. Aro was still in front of him with his smiling but frightening face.

Phoebe didn't know what to decide, what to say. The wheels in her mind began to turn again. They can't hurt me, she thought. Their powers are useless on me. I can fight. If they try to imprison me, I can escape.

It bothered Phoebe that the Volturi no longer looked like terrifying creatures, and that Saladin's feelings for her were not as innocent as she had expected. She felt a vague disappointment in her dead heart, and that disappointment was changing the course of her decisions.

I can escape.

It was the last straw. She mustered up her courage. She could at least stay here for a week. She could see what the Volturi were doing. Not only that, but she could find out if they were truly monstrous or simply maintaining order and secrecy. Most importantly, he could learn what he could do with her talent. And if things didn’t go her way, she would escape, and find Zareen herself.

She took a deep breath, even though the oxygen didn't do anything to her.

“Okay,” she said with a certain shakiness in her voice, “I'm staying.”