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sad-endings-suck · 3 months

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blue eye samurai popped off so hard in every department, but this post specifically is a shoutout to the character designers who manage to put so much personality, life, and uniqueness into each and every character to create a signature art style, while still maintaining realistic-like proportions and features that are more reminiscent of live action than animation.

not a single character with speaking lines or more than 3 secs of screen-time looks anything like any other character unless it’s intentional (i.e. resemblance between family members). not only are there so many different body types, but no one’s body is ridiculously proportioned. some characters are very thin (heiji), others are very large (shogun’s emissary), some are quite powerfully built (chiaki)… but then there’s everything else in between!! mizu is very lean and androgynous, and she definitely has muscles, but she’s not ridiculously skinny, nor does she greatly lack softness in her torso, hips, and chest. mizu very much has a woman’s body, her proportions are just not exaggerated to make her look overtly masculine or overtly feminine. unlike some other animes that would absolutely give mizu ridiculously defined muscle mass and 8-pack abs, or maybe a 10 inch waist and huge boobs (that she magically hid completely with some diy fabric bindings and a dream) and then credit those choices to “art style”.

ringo is on the bigger softer side physique-wise, and his body is a perfectly normal human body that any normal person may potentially have! akemi and taigen are both conventionally attractive within the story, but even still, neither is the perfect personification of masculine or feminine “beauty”. yes akemi is very petite and slim, with a more hourglass shape, but she still very much has a body type that some real people naturally have. she has a stomach! and i don’t mean that she has a protruding stomach, i just mean her stomach actually exists. so does mizu’s, even if they both have small flat stomachs, they still very much don’t have itty bitty anime waists. though they are both slender women, they have actual room for organs and ribs in their torsos!! or on the other end of things, there’s taigen, who may be very athletically built, but again, it’s not to an impossible degree or standard. he still very much has the build of a real human person, not a comic book hero with a 12-pack. even fowler, who is on the heavier-set side (presumably from his lifestyle, surviving famine, etc) also has strength to his build that many other characters do not, indicating he does keep up with his training and is very much physically dangerous.

and that’s just the body diversity! we are shown characters and character models of young adults, mature adults, babies, seniors, young children, older children, teens, etc. women in their 40s/50s/60s (madame kaji, lady itoh, “mama”).

hell, the fact that the art style can be so consistent throughout, and yet akemi looks like she’s been rendered in watercolours, whereas taigen appears as if he’s been painted with acrylic is crazy!! or how well the show is able to convey that mizu very much looks like a woman, yet it also convincingly shows us how she’s able to pass as a man through a slew of details is amazing. such as her more androgynous features, her height, a scarf to hide her lack of adam’s apple, hat to conceal her features, orange tinted glasses the cancel out the blue of her eyes, baggy pants and boxy top to hide her silhouette, poncho and sword positioned to give the illusion she takes up more space in the world LIKE A MAN WOULD and so much more.

It’s just so beautiful to see, not only because it speaks to the skill of the creatives and the level of care and attention to detail with which this story was clearly made, but also because it proves you don’t have to “choose” between a distinct art/animation style and diversity. by combining animation and live action, and using the best aspects of both, blue eye samurai has managed to capture something that no other animated production I’ve seen, has (no, not even arcane). and that is allowing the personhood and character of a live action actor/model to come through in the character they are portraying. no matter how much beautiful animation i watch, there is almost always some level of “default” face, body type, height, or facial features that are consistent across every character, and blue eye samurai proves that this is not just due to “art style”. it’s a limitation of the medium of animation (to an extent), or at least, it was.

we live in an era where plastic surgery, photo/video retouching, workout supplements, trendy scheme diets, beauty consumerism, etc, are at an all time high. so it’s such a relief to see an animated project of all things choose to reflect real human appearances in its work, and not only that, but do so without ever commenting on it. as an animated project, it could “beautify” its characters as much as it likes to make them all same-face/same-body conventionally attractive, and excuse it as their “art style”. but blue eye samurai does not do that. they said “no, we can do better. we can do way better” and they did. the way bes is shot leaves no room for women (or anyone) to be sexualized or objectified, regardless of how much nudity and sex there is in the show. it demonstrates that sexuality and sexualisation are in no way inherently synonymous. there are no unnecessary comments about a character’s body that feel off or not in tune with the social perceptions of the time period in which the story is set. it’s just amazing to see.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai meta #taigen blue eye samurai #akemi blue eye samurai #fowler blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai art #blue eye samurai animation #bes mizu #bes akemi #bes taigen #bes ringo

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shapard · 22 days

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Thorned 🥀

Lucifer x fem!reader

Zombie Apocalypse Au

Violence, murder, slight NSFW, mention of SA

Think you're the shit, bitch? You're not even the fart.

Do any of you remember Nightcore?

Earned it

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

To say you two haven’t been fucking these couple day's is complete false.

The way his hips moved forward to feel your walls clamp around you was just way to addictive.

This time Lucifer was on top of you as he bullied his dick into your tight pussy. He muffled your moans with a passionate kiss and his forked tongue was fighting for dominance.

You found it quite weird that his tongue was formed almost like a snake. But to achieve that look there are surgeries, right?

When you two reach your highs, Lucifer held tight onto your waist as he finishes inside you. Your walls sucked him inside greedily and he moaned in content.

You slipped down the shirt onto you while Lucifer rest beside you. His eyes never torn away from your body. Your body was way to pretty, not to be appreciated.

He loved every stretch mark or other beautiful trade your body was giving you. A true art piece of nature he could watch for hours.

Even though the sex was just a distraction from the apocalypse, he kind of grew more found of you.

Maybe a bit too much.

“I’m going to catch fresh air.” You said and Lucifer hummed. He watched when you walked outside of the cabin. He stretched his body and sighed in relief. He forced himself to sit up and get ready for another day.

You sat outside behind the fence as your eyes travelled the area. It was oddly quiet for a day in the forest, signaling you that the summer is almost over.

Birds started to fly into another country to stay warm. You wished you could just do that. Fly away from all the trouble and pain that built up in the last months.

1. Your boyfriend is a cheater.

2. Your friend was the one he cheated with.

3. A zombie apocalypse started.

4. Your boyfriend almost assaulted you.

A cracking sound of a branch caught your attention, and you quickly took your butterfly knife into your hand.

You put the knife back to its shell when you heard human voices.

Why does this kinda thing happen, every time you were outside alone?

You watched when two men came in view. One had a machete and the other had a dagger in his hand. They were quick to pick up your presence.

“A girl?” one of the men said pointed towards you and the other one approached you. Under their gaze you remind yourself that you only have a shirt on with underwear.

Who could’ve known that you’ll meet other humans in an apocalypse?

You pressed your shirt a bit more down, embarrassed that they'll see more than they should.

“Who are you?” The sudden voice of Lucifer scared you and he pulled you behind him. Lucifers body language was a true fascinating sight.

He stood protectively in front of you, his body appeared quite larger than usual.

One of the guys raised his hands in defense. “We didn’t know she belonged to you, buddy.” They tried to calm lucifer down, but this comment only enraged him more.

“She belongs to herself, buddy.” His voice dripped with venom as his grip tightened around his sword.

Since when has Lucifer a sword?

The other guy frowned and crossed his arms in front of him. “Isn’t there someone pissed?” Lucifer growled; you were scared what will happen to those men. Maybe one blink and they will be just itty-bitty pieces of tofu.

The fear against Lucifer started to swell in your chest and quickly overshadows the worry you had for those men.

Your mind was screaming for you to leave, but you stayed on Lucifer's side. Even though he is the danger your mind warns you about. But you listened to your heart.

Your hand softly touched Lucifers shoulder. A useless attempt to hold Lucifer back. Because the moment one of these guys comment rudely to your body Lucifer lost it.

The sword with an apple sigil on it pierced through one of the skulls. The other man who held the dagger started to go for an attack. But not against Lucifer, no. You were his Target.

The butterfly knife was quickly armed in your hand. You jumped out of his attack range. You hissed when you landed into the hard mutt surface.

Your knee and arm were scraped open and pulsated hard. Lucifer reacted quickly at your cry. He kicked the guy into a large stone, and it cracked at the impact.

How can he move so fast?

Lucifers sword went smooth through the flesh and bones of the man’s shoulder, and he shouted in horror.

Lucifer crouched down to meet the guy’s eye level. The guy groaned when Lucifer twirled the sword slowly. “You should’ve run rather than attacking her.” His voice was unrecognizable. It was way darker than usual.

He sounded like a different person.

Your gaze shifted to the guy, and he looked like he saw a ghost. A scream echoed through the quiet woods, the birds escaped through the sky. You were terrified when you looked at the headless body in front of Lucifer.

Blood covered His face and body. You can't see his expression because his back was in your view. You asked yourself what the guy's last moment looked like.

Lucifer cleaned his sword from the blood with a simple strike in the air.

Lucifer stepped towards you and pulled you up in bridal style. “Are you alright?” His voice was soft, and he held you so gentle and with tender care. A complete parallel universe to what happened a few seconds ago.

You hummed but your thoughts were somewhere else.

Why was he so scared of Lucifer?

Why was Lucifer so angry?

“I can walk.” You said and Lucifer quickly apologized and put you back down. The whole walk back to the cabin was quiet.

Lucifer was worried and scared that he almost couldn’t breathe. Lucifer was always protective to people he cared of.

He may not love you in a romantic way, but he still loves you in a friendship way. So, he was worried about you.

How you’ll accept his more brutal side or not. Lucifer started to bite at his long nail as he watches you looking towards the ground with a frown.

He really hopes that you didn’t saw what he keeps from you.

___

You took a deep breath as you looked outside, watching the rain falling unbothered on the blood covered earth. “I think we should start to move.” It was way to dangerous here. The footprints were just another proof that the cabin isn’t as safe as you thought.

The tension between you and Lucifer was sickening. Ever since the little fight happened you found yourself afraid of him. Whatever he did to those guys, he could do way worse. Maybe even to you.

Lucifer was playing around with a small in his hands flower he found in front of your cabin. He knows that you’re afraid of him, obviously. Who wouldn’t after someone kills two Humans without any remorse. But he doesn’t regret it.

Like the flower he was holding in his head, you can break easy.

Lucifer saw it in your eyes how afraid you were of everything that made some noise. And when he was in front of you, you’d play it off. So of course, he wants to protect you of any danger.

You were his only friend he had in these years on earth. Leaving the cabin is the best way of doing that. The blood from the men would only attract more of those zombies.

Lucifers eyes travelled down, taking every detail in from the delicate flower in his hand. He looks back at your figure, the flower in his hands slowly burned in his hand.

The longer you’ll stay with him the more you’ll be tainted.

You don’t know how much trouble waits for you the longer you’ll stay with him.

But he doesn’t care.

Not when you look at him with those eyes of adoration. The fear in your heart won’t last long.

He neared you carefully, like a predator its pray. His sharp canines drew blood, filling his mouth with the taste of iron. The soft golden blood dripped down his chin when he smiled down at you. He took your chin softly between his fingers and pulled you into a soft kiss.

The kiss startled you, but you soon gave in.

An iron flavor with a soft note of Apple and sweetness melted into your tongue. It was delicious. This is how you imagined the forbidden apple would taste.

Lucifer broke the kiss, his blood now all gone. He smiled in victory, and you tilted your head in confusing. “Why are you looking at me like you won the biggest prize?”

You don’t really want to ask for the kiss, why he did it. Lucifer was always very touchy since the whole fucking in the friendship happened. He always reminded you it was nothing personal, he just like hugs.

Right, this relationship is only platonic.

Nothing serious.

You know that, of course you do. If it was something else, you wouldn’t even have agreed in the first place. But your heart ached at the thought of rejection.

You cursed under your breath. You don’t want to feel this feeling of falling in love.

Not after this whole heartbreak with Striker.

Lucifers smirk falls when he saw you back off from his touch. He doesn’t want to admit it, but his ego was a bit hurt at the rejection.

He coughed into his balled fist and went to grab the remaining things of the cabin. Leaving this place was like a sting in your heart.

The small butterfly knife in your hand and in the other Lucifers hand was intertwined with yours. Don’t look back, it’s the best. And that’s exactly what you did.

You two walked deeper into the dark forest leaving the comfortable cabin behind you. Lucifer cut off some roots that were in the way and tracked you perfectly around the woods. Lucifer stopped in his track as he looked at the end of the forest.

You two were on top of a cliff. Below the cliff was a couple sitting across a campfire. The sight soften your heart and you couldn’t help but smile at the couple. They were surviving like the two of you.

Well, almost, the only difference is that they loved each other dearly. Your teeth gritted as soon as you saw a Zombie herd walking in a fast pace towards the couple.

You don’t know what has gotten into you, but your feet moved towards the dead end. Lucifer gripped your hand tight; it’ll bruise under the force. “Let me go!” Lucifer let out a breathy irony laugh, “You really think I’ll let you go down there?”

You growled in anger and pushed your legs harder to escape Lucifers death grip. “They need help!” You screamed on top of your lungs, you started to cry when Lucifer still held you tight. “Kitty, they’ll be already dead before you even get there.” Lucifers heart broke when you shook your head furiously.

With every tear drop fell onto the ground it felt like a shot in his heart.

Delicate as a flower, a flower he must protect.

He pushed you onto his chest, covering your eyes in the process. His fingers pressed softly down on your ear to mute all the screams that filled the air. The moment when Lucifer pulled back his hands and all you saw was blood were once the so peaceful couple was. Your legs gave up under you and you cried into your hands. “Poor kitty cat.” Lucifer mumbles as he sat down beside you. You can trust him. He’ll be with you when you’re about to break.

A/n: So, what are y'all thinking rn?

Did you all drank enough water and ate enough? Take care of yourself my Pookies <3

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sethsclearwater · 11 months

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(not poly) Paul or Embry x reader where she struggles with having a different style (I'm thinking like tight tops and baby tee's. Basically just y2k) and always getting unwanted attention from guys and Paul/Embry catch it one day and shows everyone around who the reader is with?

Bonus points if it's a hot summer in Forks and she is wearing a crop and itty bitty pair of shorts😘😋

PLEASE😩

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you and paul were out on a walk down first beach, the two of you attempting to get some fresh air despite the blazing temperatures outside.

he had just finished convincing you to get in the water with him, despite the fact that neither one of you had swimsuits on, "c'mon i'll carry you," paul reassured, not waiting for you to respond before he was lifting you up, chuckling when you squealed and wrapped your legs around his waist.

he was quick to get in the water, slowing down a bit when the water came up to your waist, "there you go," he cooed, letting out a breathy laugh when you rolled your eyes, "'s gonna help you cool off," he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

you huffed, tightening your grip on him when he stepped further into the water, the frigid temperature helping cool both of you off, "do not get my shirt wet," you ordered, glaring at him when he immediately disregarded your statement and dunked both of you under the water.

"paul!" you squealed when he stood back up, laughing as he held you close to him, "now all of la push is gonna see my nipples you moron," you rolled your eyes and he just chuckled, sliding one of his hands up the fabric of your thin white tanktop to hold your chest close to his.

"'s fuckin' hot," he teased as he carried you out of the water, "should enter one of those wet t-shirt contests," he added, letting out a breathy laugh when you rolled your eyes.

"c'mon lahote," you giggled, as he set you back down, taking his hand and interlacing your fingers so you could tug him down the beach and back towards your apartment.

he smiled, quickly catching up to you, only pausing to pull you into his side and the both of you heard someone whistling at you from down the beach, "i told you," you grumbled as paul pulled you into his chest, knowing how uncomfortable you got when men aside from paul ogled your body.

you felt the way his muscles tensed up and immediately slid your hands over his abdomen, "don't," you murmured, sliding one of your hands up to cup at his jaw to redirect his attention, "please." you added softly, gently tugging him down to press your lips to his.

he was quick to melt into the kiss, sliding his hands down to your hips to pull you closer to him. you giggled softly against his lips when you felt his hands slide down to grip at the fatty flesh of your ass that was barely covered by your shorts.

"wanna go home?" you murmured against his lips, smiling when he nodded and pulled apart from you to rest his forehead against yours, both of you taking a few deep breaths together before he was lifting you up to carry you the rest of the way back.

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gamerwoman3d · 2 months

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Okay. New list of thirsty things the MK1 characters can do with you using titan magic.

Ty to @matchbet-allofthetime for inspiration the list lmao

🔞 🔞 🔞 Spicy/Explicit after the cut 🔞 🔞 🔞

Reblog and tag with your favorite MK1 titan so I know who we're thinking about [and so I can write character specific additions for]

Imagine dry humping some MK1 character, straddling their leg as they grind it between your thighs, then suddenly boom - titan amulet- and the leg between your thighs is suddenly thicker.

They can catch you between their thighs and keep you forever.

They can keep you pressed down entirely with hands that can splay entirely across your back

They can wrap a hand entirely around your thigh

They can hold both your hands at once

They can pin both your wrists over your head at once

Lift your legs up around them like you're a human wheelbarrow

Hold you down on the ledge of a stage-height object. [The hood of a full-sized truck for example.] Your toes could dangle well above the ground and they'd still be able to rail you from behind, flat footed.

All of them is bigger at that point.

Bigger thighs

bigger hands

Bigger feet

I'm not even excited about the bigger cock when they got-

Bigger thicker longer fingers

Bigger thumbs

Thicker longer tongues.

Pregame with oral sex would be insane - it's splitting you open wider while plunging deeper.

For penis-owner-operators, oral cavity is wider/longer/deeper with broader/longer tongue, more muscle in the throat, probably more suction power, and a gag reflex that is further back than normal.

Laying on them would be more like laying on furniture.

Bigger bitemarks if you're into that.

Handjobs more intense across all genders.

Size queens can break a sweat.

Itty bitty pussy committe can run a peg race on the 10 digits, working up from smallest finger to largest finger to tongue. If cock is too big it can still be used to tease before the titan magic can be deactivated and the regular-sized cock brings some relief.

One hand around the neck would go all the way around the neck.

One hand on each asscheek would give much fuller coverage

Both hands around your waist and their fingertips interlace over your spine while the thumbs touch over your naval.

Alternatively Both hands around your waist and their fingertips interlace over your naval while the thumbs touch behind your back.

Making you ride their knee the entire time because they know you can't *actually* take it no matter how much you beg

Making you ride their hand/finger for the same reason

Giving in after you've been soaked with lube and -

Impaling you on their cock just to watch you slowly slide down and stretch out around it, letting gravity itself pull you down, Vlad Tepish style

Getting sick of gravity and lifting you back up by the thighs with their forearms like a forklift just to slap their hips up against you, driving it back in all the way

Nipple sucking means a lot more breast tissue past the lips

Can hold you down over their knee/lap and finger you with as big /as many fingers as it takes to reach your goals

Backscratches that leave no skin untraced

Can grab more hair or palm your entire head if you're into that

Can wrap whole hand around your hand while you're trying to give them a handjob, even if your hands can barely get around their shaft.

Can hold you down on his face.

To Doja Cat's joy, noses now up to 2x bigger in some cases.

Can absolutely hold you in a way that stops your hips from shaking

But not your insides, those still quivver.

Don't forget to tag your favorite titan! (Reblog and tag with your favorite MK1 titan so I know who we're thinking about [and so I can write character specific additions for])

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vasfasan · 8 months

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Killian Got Back

AN: set early season 4

It all started that time he and Emma were on a morning patrol around town in her yellow Bug. The streets were almost empty, the residents had not yet left home for work, only the cafe was open. Storybrooke was just waking up, and so was its sheriff. Emma hadn't finished her daily large cup of Granny's espresso, so she wasn't in the mood to talk. Diluting the silence, the car radio – a device to which Killian just the other day was introduced by David, who explained that it works like a telephone, but you can only listen – was playing one of those music-only stations. Some modern melody, in which Killian recognized oriental motifs, was just coming to an end. After a short pause, where the energetic host had introduced the next song, a female voice began.

"Oh, my, God, Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends…"

"Did she just say "butt"?" Killian, who until then had been distractedly gazing through the window, turned a confused look toward the source of the sound.

Emma didn't react, completely engrossed in her drink. She parked on the side of Main Street.

In addition to the female voice, weird rhythmic sounds began to come from the radio. Killian oftenly thought that, no matter how quickly he'd grown accustomed to this world and its peculiarities, it would take him much longer to get used to its music. He had never heard such instruments before.

"Huh?"

I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung

Killian's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Emma finally looked at him, then at the radio, and chuckled. She reached out her hand and turned up the volume. Great, she'd decided to turn this situation into another "lesson in modern culture" for the pirate.

"What's this, Swan?"

“Sir Mix-a-Lot, hip-hop,” Emma replied, finally awake and now continuing to laugh at Hook's reaction to hip-hop.

Tell 'em to shake it (shake it) shake it (shake it) Shake that healthy butt, Baby got back

The singing paused and strange scratching noises were playing. Emma began to dance along to the music a little bit with an expression of mock-swagger on her face. She pretended to fucking motorboat the air, which added a whole new layer of weird to this situation. Killian gave her a dismissive glance.

I wanna get ya home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh

The way Killian was caught off guard must have shown on his face, because at the sight of him, Emma burst into another fit of giggles.

"Don't get me wrong, I am by no means a prude and in my pirating years I've heard a lot of sea shanties that were rather descriptive. But this? It's just... Lewd"

"You should have seen the music video!"

"Oh, I have no doubt that there is even more derriere-related imagery in abundance..."

"There are ass-shaped hills!"

***

A few days later, Hook was getting ready for his first official date with Emma. He didn't want to admit it, because it threatened his sense of the pilagering pirate self, but nevertheless he was flat-out nervous. This wasn't some bar wench, this was Emma. And he, like a teenage boy with his first crush, wanted to show the best version of himself this evening. Which, as he internally concluded, should be accompanied by a change of image. And well, if feeling like a part of this world, and not an alien, helps him relieve this nervous tension, so much the better.

After the unsettling interaction with the Dark One, Killian felt strange. And did not feel the expected relief of reuniting with his missing hand. He was out of his element, and his body too, now felt foreign. He'd hoped a visit to the tailor's would help dull it.

As it turned out, in the modern world there are completely different conventions for acquiring clothing. All attire, from shoes to underwear, can be found in one parlor, and there are hundreds of different styles and materials to choose from.

Killian, who had worn clothes tailored for his own measurements centuries before, never had the trouble of comparing his body proportions of the “male standard”. Looking at the fancy tags and the numbers on them, he was frankly in a stupor.

After half an hour of wandering between the rows of hangers, he asked the woman behind the counter for help. Another tedious fifteen minutes of explaining to her that he did not know his hip circumference and pant length passed, and with a “these should be your style, rockstar”, he received several pairs of black breeches of unfamiliar fabric and was directed to a small room with a full-length mirror.

Undressing with both hands felt unusual, but once he'd remained in his underwear, he began to pull on the tight and coarse fabric one leg at a time. Once they were up, Killian tried fastening the front button. He failed. The trousers squeezed his hips and thighs, but the waist didn't budge further.

"These don't fit," he called out to the woman behind the curtain.

"Well, you didn't tell me your size, sir! Try another pair."

The same thing happened with the other two items of clothing. His hindquarters were just too wide for "jeans".

"I would suggest you try the women's cut, but I'm afraid the length of the legs'd be too short. Hang on, I'll bring a few more sizes. Give me a minute."

Killian settled down on the small ottoman in the corner, waiting, gloomily looking down at the crumpled heap of black fabric by his feet. It wasn't Captain Hook's proudest moment. Once he had nothing to occupy himself with, his mind was going restless. He thought about the upcoming evening, then of Emma, then of his hand, then of Gold, and then the lines of the stupid song he had heard days prior and has already forgotten popped back into his head. He, too, has got back.

#this maybe nonsensical as my englshs spekaing abliltiews dimisnihshh #crack fic tag obligatory #mikey writes bad fanfic #i mean even for how i usually write this is bad in comparison #literally just wrote this to scratch an itch lmao #emma swan #killian jones #ouat #once upon a time #word count: 1028 #i discovered that i can actually FINISH the little drafts i write if i sit completely still for two hours while writing

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hi! I have a request for your amazing actor au!

I don’t know if you know this but there was a photoshooting with the train to Busan cast where Ma dong seok lifts the actress up in his arm.

Thena and Gil have to do a photoshoot for their upcoming new movie and both of them are just looking amazing. the director ask if Gil can lift Thena up in his arm so they look like a powerful and elegant couple. You can make it a bit playful for example Gil pretending to struggle only to lift her up in one smooth movement suprising everyone how easy it is for him.

Looking forward to read it I’m pretty sure it will be amazing as any other work you have done❤️

Here are both gifs as links so you know what exactly I mean :)

https://images.app.goo.gl/YGX2ZQZi4zFLZiiA8

https://images.app.goo.gl/QVHMo2yynM35thRaA

"Okay, great," the director of photography announced, declaring his satisfaction with this set of shots and being ready to move on to the next.

Thena and Gil both fell away from the stiff poses they were hitting with laughter. Thena shook her head hair out, "where is one of those wind machines when you need one?"

Gil just chuckled, picking up one of the nearest props - a clapper board - and fanning her. "I know what you mean. These lights are brutal."

Thena sighed as the light breeze hit her, "what would I do without you?"

"Hey, this isn't free, y'know."

She laughed, utterly glowing between her actual smile and the lights on them. The shutter clacked a few more times, capturing the moment of her genuine laughter.

"How much longer?" Gil whispered to her as the lights were moved for the next few promo shots.

Thena took the clapper from him, fanning him this time, "I think we have the space for three hours? I imagine it's only been half as long as it's felt like."

"Yeah, I get that sense too," Gil mumbled, tugging at the collar of the clothes they had him in for the promos. It was a nice suit, he had to admit, and it fit his character. But it didn't help him in the comfort department. He looked at her, particularly down at her feet, "how're you doing?"

Thena tilted her head, ever charmed by how caring he was. She had complained about the exceedingly tall heels they had her in only twice now. She thought she was showing admirable restraint, considering how uncomfortable they were. But of course Gil still noticed. "I suppose I can't really complain."

"Well, you could," Gil shrugged, "a little. I don't have to wear them."

"That is true," she pursed her lips at him, earning a laugh from him as a reward. "Seems a little unfair."

"Okay," the DOP spoke up as the lights were settled for their next shots. "We're looking for romantic-lead energy. I want the drama, the tension--I wanna feel how bad you want each other!"

Gil fidgeted with his suit but nodded.

"Get in character if you have to, but we're looking for sexy. So sexy I feel like I'm a voyeur just for takin' the picture--and, go!"

Thena took the advice freely, much more comfortable in the mind of her character for direction like that. When she lifted her eyes Gil also seemed in the mind of his character--the man who had leapt through the wall of a burning building for her (character...her character).

Gil pulled her to him, his hands on the slope of her waist. He was always saying that he didn't want to hold her too tight, startled by the itty-bittiness of her waist in comparison to the surface area of his palm.

Thena inhaled as his hand trailed down until it could settle on top of her hip. It hovered there, his fingers dancing the line that separated the platonic and the quiet yearning of desire. Her eyes flickered up to his.

Gil had a hell of a smoulder. He didn't think he did, but he could get this look in his eye that really made her think he was going to slam her against a wall and just...take her--do anything with her, and to her. And he didn't even know he could look like that!

"Closer!"

They stayed in the moment--in the character of the moment. They were used to having directions shouted at them in the middle of a scene; it was part of their jobs.

"Kiss, but don't!--get in nice and close and then-"

Thena inhaled as his lips hovered around hers.

"And you're being dragged away from each other.

Back to the sultry staring. Thena kept her eyes on him as her fingers trailed down his suit jacket lapel and even dipped under it faintly.

"Okay, got it!"

Thena and Gil fell away from each other again, although this time they were quiet, clearing their throats and brushing off their clothes. Thena instinctively moved to twist around and play with her hair before remembering there were people whose job it was to style it. People who would kill her for messing it up out of a nervous habit.

Gil caught the natural movement as she stopped it, smiling to himself at how cute it was.

"Gil, can you pick her up?"

"What?"

"Y'know," the director motioned vaguely, looking more as if he had never lifted anything in his life. "Pick her up--can you?"

"Uh, well, yeah," Gil stuttered, glancing at Thena fleetingly. "I have for, like, scenes...I guess."

"You guess? Can you or can't you?"

Gil wasn't particularly amused by the line of questioning, or how it was being asked. "I can, but what are you looking for? Do you want me to hold her bridal style or do you want me to fuckin' deadlift her?"

"Okay, okay," the DOP rolled his eyes, although he clearly understood Gil's need to clarify the method. "Well, how 'bout just up on your shoulder? Could be kinda cute, right?"

"Me just," Thena looked at Gil beside her, visibly skeptical, "on his shoulder?"

"Yeah," he waved off her concerns, already looking at the monitor for lighting, "it'll be great. Show off those muscles we're payin' for."

"I don't know," Thena frowned, more at Gil than anyone else.

"What, don't trust him?" he snorted.

Gil frowned, "she doesn't have to do anything she's not comfortable with."

Thena's hand landed on Gil's arm before he could really get into it with the photoshoot director. He would, she had no doubt, if it was in the name of protecting her. She frowned, though, "it's not that. Gil, don't you think all of my weight on one arm will be...too much?"

Gil's eyes travelled over her briefly, in just one smooth swoop from top to bottom. Thena's stomach flipped over itself. "No?"

"Gil," she huffed, crossing her arms. "I know how strong you are--I know better than a lot of people, actually."

Not to make it sound like something it wasn't.

"But on one shoulder?" Thena insisted, staring up at him stubbornly. "You don't have to prove anything to them. And I wouldn't want you to strain yourself--ah!"

Everyone looked over as Thena squeaked, leaning over Gil's head as he scooped her up like it was nothing. He secured his arm behind her knees, shoulder under her backside with a hand on her knee. He kept his back straight, using his legs to do the bulk of the lifting while physics kept her securely in his grip.

"Gil!" Thena squawked, although she quickly learned he was only swaying because of her squirming and stilled herself. She was still leaning over him slightly, one hand clutching at his far shoulder while the other one was gripping his shirt collar.

"How's this?" he asked, really and truly looking unfazed by it.

"Uh," the DOP, and several others in the room, just stared. "Y-Yeah, that's great! Thena, loosen up!"

"Sorry," she murmured, trying to relax her posture while Gil was holding her the way he might have a two-by-four of wood thrown over his shoulder. She twisted herself slightly, angling her hips and her waist and her bust just-so. Her hand gave Gil's shoulder under her a light squeeze, "are you sure I'm not too heavy?"

"Thena, stop worrying about it," Gil chided, although he couldn't quite get his neck twisted enough to look up at her. He gave her thigh a pat with his hand, "you're perfect."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #okay so #look at these gifs they're amazing #he really does just...pick her up and hold her like that #like it's nOTHING #I obviously watched these over and over and over #and it's a very cute pose #Gil would be like yeah no worries #Thena is like I don't know #but for the record #they take a bunch of shots like this and Gil doesn't even blink #he thinks it's cute to just...have her up there #Thena is like okay let's give him a break now >:(#and Gil's like honey it's fine it's like having a pretty bird on my shoulder

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dreamingofaizawa · 2 years

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Your x chubby!reader prompts are so hot,💓I’m thinking about turning the tables. Chubby Katsuki🤤

Oh my fuck I'm salivating rn.

Warning for smut and size kink below the cut cause holy—

Sure he feeds himself well, the whole 'my body's a temple and I only put the good shit inside it' is one of his favorite slogans. But he's learned that he's allowed to let go a little, learned that a little fat never hurt when he got tired of counting calories and planning every portion of every meal. So his belly's gotten a little pudgy and soft, and so are his meaty arms and thighs. Even then his waist is still so small compared to his broad shoulders. And if he were to stand with no size indicators he'd look like a perfectly proportioned bodybuilder, but he's humongous. He's tall and built like a brick house, you can barely wrap your arms all the way around his waist.

And sure, he's chubby, but he's still so big n strong. And yeah, he's chubby but that doesn't make him any less attractive, nor any less cocky. Because he knows how hot he is, even with that layer of fat covering all that bulk, especially with that fat on him. He’s seen the Tweets, the Instagram fan pages and Facebook communities dedicated to “dad bod pro hero Dynamight supremacy”. He sees the way most of his fan base gives him either heart eyes or jealous glares when he passes by.

But he doesn’t really care what they think, never has. He only cares about one person’s opinion. His favorite fan, and without a doubt his biggest fan: you.

You, who’s so tiny in comparison to his massive frame. He’s just so big you look itty bitty to him, a little teddy bear standing beside a full grizzly. He lives for the size difference between you. Loves how he can wrap himself around you and completely engulf you. Loves the way you have to stand way on your tippy toes and pull yourself up by his shoulders to even manage a peck to his jaw.

He’s obsessed with how big his hands look on your soft waist, pinching your thighs, your ass. How massive his fingers are wrapped around your throat while he fucks you stupid. It makes him feral just thinking about it. The sheer size difference between you makes him painfully hard, blood rushing to his cock whenever he pays attention to how small you look before him.

And don’t even get me started on his dick. He’s fucking massive. It takes nearly an hour to prep you on his tongue and fingers before he can slip that fat cock of his in your tiny little hole. You’re already half stupid as he lines himself up and pushes the thick mushroom head past that first ring of muscle, and when he slowly and steadily sinks into you you’re sure you’ve ascended. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, because of him, because of how big he is.

You swear you can feel him in your throat when he fucks you in earnest, folding you nearly in half with his big hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders and putting all his weight into every thrust.

It’s unhealthy how much I wanna bite him and that chub on his belly. AAAHHH I wanna bury my face in his tummy and just chew and suck on him, squeeze at his chunky hips and thighs 🤤

OH MY GOD and then doing the same when going down on him and deepthroating that monster of a dick. Just squeezing and pinching at all that fat while gagging on the thick tip of his cock, hearing him coo down at you with a palm on the back of your head, petting you and telling you how you’re such a good little slut for him. He’s laughing at you, degrading you for tugging at his fat cause you need something to hold onto, hearing him growl when you turn and suck deep purple and red hues into the meat of his thighs.

He nearly cries when you toy and tug at his chest that’s built up some fat. He gets so sensitive when you suck on his nipples and pinch them till they’re hard, his hips rocking up to grind his hard dick against your ass and his head thrown back as those pretty whimpers slip past his lips. And if you do it long enough, play with his pecs and grind down on his dick just the right way, he’ll cum bucket loads in his sweats. He won’t even blink as he then spins you and abs pins you face down ass up, ready to go again but instead stuff you full.

#PLEASE HOLY FUCK #this is SO BIG BRAIN #please nonny #GIVE ME MORE NONNY #YOU’RE A GENIUS #I’M OBSESSED #stfu wai #wai answers #sweet nonny #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki bnha #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #chubby bakugo #dad bod bakugo #bakugo katsuki mha

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alexseanchai · 11 months

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BRO that post about drawing butts also absolutely boils my piss as someone who has a wavy, flat butt shape due to hip dips and genetic fat distribution. Like one of those graphics supposedly shows eight "different butt shapes" and they are ALL a ridiculous hourglass shape with an itty bitty waist, with the tiniest little dip for a pelvis, and have the nerve to call that representing different body types. We do not have to look like that. We are enough. <3

truth!

#cn body image crap

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redapplechai · 9 months

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☽𖤓☾ 30 personal reasons to keep going ☽𖤓☾

skinnier face

prominent jawline

hollow cheeks & knifelike cheekbones

Slim neck too skinny for most choker necklaces

those dainty lines on skinny people's necks.

slim bony shoulders

angel wing shoulder blades

visible spine

prominent collarbones like wings

visible chest bones

small perky boobs that no longer sag

slim small skinny ribcage with visible bones

concave stomach corset waist

prominent hip bones & bikini bridge

itty bitty perky heart shaped butt

thigh gap & dainty long legs

flat skinny body

to be the skinniest sibling or friend

to be unrecognizable

to be beautiful again

to feel confident in my body

to have control & discipline

to prove them wrong

for the pretty privilege

to look as sick as i feel

to make it easier to get back into ballet & figure skating

to have better motivation

to find hobbies instead of binge eating all the time

to be a starving artist

because starving is self care & skinny is freedom

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scottybrock · 3 years

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The Show - Beck/Jade/Reader

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A FIC THAT HAS A POLY COUPLE IN IT, PLS DON’T ROAST ME

“Move,” Jade ordered, slamming her lunch tray on the table. Tori glared at her, but Jade was unfazed. “You kissed Beck during your first week here,” Jade reminded the thin brunette. Beck scrunched his nose at the reminder, subconsciously lifting a hand to wipe at his lips. “That was because you poured coffee on my head!” Tori whined.

You glanced at Jade, who smirked. “Be glad it was iced coffee,” Jade responded, roughly shoving her way between you and Tori. “If you ever try to put your dry lips near my girlfriend, you’ll have to worry about more than a cup of coffee.” Tori yelped as Jade slammed her hip against hers, but you welcomed the contact, leaning closer to your girlfriend. A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips. “Hey,” You grinned. Jade’s bright blue eyes lit up, and her expression softened. “Yeah, hey,” She grumbled. Beck shifted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Hey babe,” He greeted. Jade rolled her eyes at him, but a soft smile spread across her face. “Whatever.” She grumbled.

Tori tilted her head, her brows furrowing. “How is it that Jade has not one, but two significant others, and I’m single?!” She whined. You exchanged a look with Beck, then rolled your eyes. Jade glared at Tori. “What’re you trying to say, Vega? That I’m hideous, so therefore I deserve to die alone?” She snapped. You nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck, pressing a light kiss to her neck.

Her glare softened as she turned to you. “Excuse me, I’m trying to scare the wazz out of Vega,” She murmured, trying to stop the giggles that were building up in her chest. You pressed another soft kiss to her neck, and she sighed, her tense posture relaxing, leaning against you. Beck leaned over and brushed his lips over Jade’s. “Yeah, but there are more… pleasant things that we can be doing with that time,” He smirked. You lifted your head from its comfy place to turn around and kiss him, your tongue pressing against the seam of his lips.

His response was immediate; he gripped your hips with bruising force, pulling you onto his lap. Jade leaned over to scatter rough kisses along your neck, biting lightly at your soft skin. “Guys,” Tori cleared her throat. You ignored the waifish brunette, running your hands along Beck’s back, pulling him impossibly closer. Jade’s kisses and Beck’s tongue were doing things to you that weren’t entirely appropriate in a school setting.

With great reluctance, you slid off of Beck’s lap. His hands gripped your hips as if to hold you there, but seeing the determined expression on your face, he relented and gave your hips a final squeeze. Jade’s kisses tapered off, and you finally looked at the table. While you’d been occupied with your boyfriend and girlfriend, Andre, Robbie (plus Rex, but you couldn’t stand the puppet), and Cat had all found their way to the table. “Whoa,” Rex said. If he could, he’d be grinning like the little leper he was. “That was hot, babe.”

Jade’s brows furrowed, a thunderstorm of emotions flickering over her flawless face. “Call my girlfriend babe again and you’ll lose an arm,” She snarled. Robbie shielded Rex protectively as Andre snickered. Tori looked on with an amused expression, a subtle smile curving her lips. Cat let out a high pitched giggle. “One time, my brother…” She started, then adopted an offended expression when your friends all groaned, nearly at the same time. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” She exclaimed. Jade ignored her, turning to Beck. “Get me coffee,” She demanded. You perked up, giving your boyfriend a hopeful look. Beck caved almost instantly. “What’s the magic word?” He asked playfully.

Jade’s glare sharpened. “Now!” She snapped at the same time that you shouted “Please!” and offered your boyfriend a charming smile. Beck rolled his eyes at Jade, but bent down to press a firm kiss to her lips. Her expression softened, and she looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes and uttered in a soft, sweet tone that she reserved only for you and Beck. “Please?” She requested.

Beck’s handsome face lit up, a toothy grin settling on his lips. “Be back in a minute.” He acquiesced. As he walked away, Jade shouted after him, “Two sugars!” He turned back and gave her a thumbs up. Jade turned to her salad and began violently stabbing it as hard as the plastic fork would allow. You didn’t bother reminding Beck of your coffee order; after all, he’d been your boyfriend for almost three years. He knew what to do.

You were broken out of your reverie by Tori asking Jade if she could have a cucumber from her salad. Jade glared at her frenemy. “No,” She snapped. Tori pouted, sticking her lower lip out. “C’mon, I just want an itty-bitty piece of cucumber,” Tori whined. Jade rolled her eyes, then picked up her entire salad, aiming it at Tori. Tori shrieked, ducking for cover. Andre immediately grabbed his backpack, ready to make a run for it. Cat was oblivious, eating her pizza without a care in the world. Robbie let out a whimper. You just watched, waiting to see what your beautiful girlfriend was going to do.

Much to your amusement, she didn’t throw the salad at Tori. She chucked her half-eaten salad directly at Rex, and by extension, Robbie. The salad hit the two of them, landing with soggy splat. Robbie’s jaw hung open, his eyes wide. Jade glared at him. “That’s for calling my girlfriend babe,” She snarled. Robbie glared back at her, then immediately cowered away from her when he realized what he’d done. Without another word, he grabbed his backpack and his puppet and hightailed it away from the table.

Andre and Tori laughed. You snickered, which brought a small smile to Jade’s flawless face. Jade raised an eyebrow at them. “I think you should leave,” She said, her tone matter of fact. Andre was well aware that when Jade used that tone, she wasn’t asking- she was telling. “Alright,” He acquiesced. “See you guys in Sikowitz’s class,” He stood, but Tori stopped him, furrowing her brows once more. “Why do we have to leave?” The songstress complained. Jade’s smirk sharpened. “Because,” She drawled. “While I no longer have a salad to throw at you, I have these,” With that statement, she whipped a pair of scissors out of one of her boots.

Tori had a look of absolute horror on her face as she fled the table, with Andre following close behind her shouting, “Why’d you hafta ask why?!” Cat followed behind them, gleefully proclaiming, “Weee! I love running!” You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to Jade’s lips. “Wanna tell me the real reason you scared everyone away?” You asked, your voice teasing. Jade’s perfect lips curled into a soft smirk. “Maybe I just want to spend time alone with my boyfriend and girlfriend,” She replied, shifting so that you could pull her closer, your legs brushing against hers, then finally entwining. You pressed a hand to your chest, your voice playfully mocking. “Jade West, whatever do you plan on doing with me?”

Jade’s gorgeous face lit up, her smile roguish. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot with you,” She murmured. Your cheeks flushed, and you nudged her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You teased, your lips brushing gently over the shell of her ear. She shivered. “Maybe when Beck gets back… We can go to the janitor's closet and ditch fifth period,” You suggested. Jade’s cheeks flushed, the redness contrasting quite lovely with the paleness of her skin. Her smile was uncharacteristically shy. “I’d like that,” She replied softly.

Beck returned, balancing three coffee cups. “Where’d everyone go?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the blush on Jade’s cheeks. You reached for your coffee, taking a quick sip. “That’s not of importance right now,” You replied, a devilish smirk appearing on your face. Beck’s other eyebrow rose; he knew when you had that look on your face, trouble wasn’t far behind. “Oh yeah?” He asked, handing Jade, who looked rather flustered, her coffee. “Then what is of importance right now?”

Your smirk grew and you glanced over at Jade, who was squirming in her seat. “The important thing right now is that our girl has some needs that need to be taken care of.” You replied. A matching smirk flashed over Beck’s face. He turned to Jade. “Is that so?” He looked unbelievably smug. How could he not be, when he knew that he was about to fuck two of the most gorgeous girls? “Well, babe. How about we move this somewhere else? Wouldn’t wanna give anyone a show, would we?”

You shrugged, your eyes glinting playfully. “What if I would?” You teased. Beck’s eyes darkened, and Jade whimpered in the background. Beck set his cup of coffee down and pulled you to him, his hands gripping your hips tightly once more. “Fuck the janitor’s closet,” Beck’s voice was low and gravelly. “We’re ditching for the rest of the day. I’ll give you and Jade a show you won’t soon forget.”

Jade stood on shaky legs, and you and Beck pulled her in close, so that you formed a small circle. Jade’s fingers ran up and down your leg, causing you to shiver. “I don’t doubt that,” Jade smirked. “Never had a reason to complain before.” You nodded in agreement. Beck growled lowly, moving one of his hands to grip one of Jade’s hips as well. “I’ve got no complaints on my end either,” Beck remarked, his dark brown eyes practically pitch black with lust. “Now get your sweet asses to the truck so we can get to the RV, and I can fuck you both into the mattress until the sun comes up.”

You grinned slyly at him, then glanced at Jade. “Can I fuck Jade into the mattress, too? You can watch.” Jade shifted slightly, letting out a soft whine. She loved that idea, and it was obvious Beck did too, as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You nipped at his lower lip, eliciting a low moan from him. “Get to the truck now,” Beck growled. “I’m gonna call us in sick. I want both of you in the truck and ready to go by the time I get back.”

“I’m already ready to go,” Jade grinned. Beck let out a soft groan. “Let me go call us in sick, stop tempting me.” Jade’s grin sharpened, and she collected the abandoned coffee cups. “We’re most certainly going to need energy to go until the sun rises,” Jade shrugged innocently. Beck grinned, then hurried back to the school. The lunch period was long over, but the fun was just about to begin.

“Don’t take too long, or we’ll start without you!” You called after him. Jade laced her fingers with yours, and the two of you began walking to the truck. Her smirk would have made the devil proud. “I like the way you think.”

You grinned at her. “And I like the way you taste.” Jade’s cheeks flushed once more. “Ditto. I like the way you taste. Now stop talking, or we’re really going to have to start without Beck.” She grunted, opening the door for you. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips in thanks, then slid into the car. Jade joined you seconds later, resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer. She inhaled deeply, then snuggled closer.

The driver’s side door opened, and Beck slid in. “We’re all set,” He told you and Jade. His dark eyes glinted with the promise of pleasure and love. “Are you ready?” Jade made a soft noise of affirmation. You grinned back at him, your eyes twinkling. “Always.” You replied.

Beck’s smile widened. “Then let’s get this show on the road.”

#beck oliver #jade west #jade west x reader #jade west fanfic #jade x reader #jade west fanfiction #beck oliver x reader #beck oliver x jade west x reader #victorious #cat valentine #andre harris #robbie shapiro

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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Long John Silver x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: All the ways Silver offer's affection.

Warnings: I don't know how to write Silver's talk *Cries*, also a few sexual references

Oh so many hugs. Like, he's not a cuddly person in general (At least he doesnt allow himself to be. He's a feared pirate captain, so he just cant be.)... but with his significant other, its so very different XD As a greeting he'll gather you against his (Warm, comfy) belly with his big arms, he'll sit with his flesh-and-bone arm propped against the railing of a boat or the back of a chair or something and invite you in to fit yourself into his side, use his big cyborg hand to gather your waist to him, etc.

Manhandles you quite a bit. Like Hades, Silver will use his size and power (Both natural physical strength and cyborg appendages) to get you where he wants you; Twirling you around to get you in front of the pot so you can watch the stew boil while he goes off somewhere else probably to yell at Scroop, picking your hand up and holding it out so he can see you cool new outfit better, tripping you 'on accident' so he can catch you and set you on his lap ("Aw, surely y' can sit down with your husband for just an itty bitty jiffy, no? Oh, blimey!- are you alright there, love? Y' better sit down for a moment there after a near-miss like tha'- ")- and he'll act all innocent, like he doesn't quite realise his own strength (How he can handle you like a doll) but he absolutely knows and the mischievous grin on his face is testament to that.

Has a very 'Hands on' approach to teaching. Unlike Hades (Yes I'm continuing with this comparison, Hades is a very touchy-feely villain), he's not doing it on purpose to get a feel or nothing. Its just the way he is. Guiding your hands and arms into place, pulling your shoulders back so you're straighter, kicking your legs apart gently, nudging your chin up, etc. Its also just because he loves you, though, so there will also be some, like, playing with your hair while you concentrate, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you're learning to shoot a gun, letting his hand sit on your hip while you're learning knots with him, etc. Fluffy, domestic, encouraging stuff like that.

He loves having you splat on his lap. He loves it. Its the perfect way to show ownership (Of you) while also getting a good portion of his cuddle quota in during the day, without seeming too soft in front of the crew. Also in this position, he's able to whisper stuff to you even when other people are talking. Like, yes, dirty stuff ("Stop wrigglin'.", "You just wait til' I got you alone in a bit, lass.", "Watch yourself in front of the men, love.", etc), but also warnings ("See that 'une there? Watch 'im.", "Remember, don't talk about the treasure love, these pirates aren't the calm type,", *Subtly slides a gun into your pocket, "Keep this 'ere.", etc), inside jokes (About secrets you both know about the other pirates, something you said in the open conversation a few minutes ago, things that happened throughout the day, etc) and just general chit chat between just the two of you. That is not to say he doesn't love having you in lap in private, though, also. Then you can face him and he can see your beautiful face.

Dancing! He's the kind of dancer that only does it when he has a partner- you! Silver's full of spirit and you'll have a lot of fun with him, and when you pulls you on deck, or the dance floor at a pub near the docks, or even alone in the captains quarters/kitchen at night are some of those times. He loves to twirl you around, getting you to love and smile, then take your (Much smaller- remember, even if you are a large person- Silver is WAY BIGGER) hands in both of his and take you around the dance floor, or just quietly gather you close to his body (His bio hand holding yours and the cyborg hand encompassing your back safely while your cheek rests on his chest/belly) and just waltz you slowly in one spot. Depending on his and your mood ^^

He can absolutely pick you up with ease. Like if you're trying to reach something in the kitchen or theirs something none of the crew can get to but is necessary for the mission- Silver'll just come up to you, wrap his hands around your waist, lift and hold you up to it. Or set you up on his shoulders (Either standing with your feet held firmly to his shoulders or sitting with your thighs around his head). He also likes to come up and surprise you sometimes, the mischievous pirate he is- just sneaking up behind you and abruptly throwing you over his shoulder so fricken easily (Which is to say, safely and comfortably for you as well even though its a surprise) because he's decided its time to go into the captains quarters and have some you-and-him-time.

And finally- places he likes to kiss you. Basically, places that'll tickle you and make you laugh are a huge fan favourite XD Like the spot where your jaw becomes your neck, the corner of your mouth, collar bones, the underside of your knees (Just imagine that though- he's rarin' up to take care of you but takes his time first to set your legs comfortable against his shoulder, and look at you layin' down there like that in front of him and he lifts your leg just to give a little kiss under your knee.), down your neck, inside of your thighs- places like that. He also loves to kiss your lips though, of course. He likes that it shows off that you're his and he just loves the way your lips feel against his.

#Long John Silver x Reader Headcanons #Long John Silver x Reader #Long John Silver #Headcanons #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader #Disney Villains x Reader Headcanons #Affection Headcanons #Long John Silver Affection Headcanons #SFW

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

Pairing: Sebastian Stan × Reader

Summary: Sebastian comes back home with his make up still on.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, tattoo kink (???), use of the world whore at least once, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), itty-bitty tiny bit of begging and some dirty talk, this is a RPF so don't read if you're not comfortable with it.

A/N: I'm a hoe for tattooed Seb, bare with it. Also yes, I am posting this on his birthday because hey, we gotta celebrate somehow. Also, do you see that tongue? I'm tHINKING! As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

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I won’t make it to our date, last minute shooting. Sorry.

You huffed as you read Sebastian’s text. That was the second time he cancelled your plans because he had to stay late for work. As an actress yourself, you understood how it was, but since you took a flight from Atlanta to spend the long weekend with him, you felt kinda frustrated.

The first time, you were too tired to even wait awake for him to arrive and ended up passing on the couch while watching some sitcom. Tonight though, if you were not to go out, you’d surprise him with dinner, candes and a well deserved bubble bath for both of you.

The table was ready, dinner was cooked and the bath was prepared. You were lighting the last candle when the sound of keys distracted you.

The door opened, letting you see your boyfriend entering, mask covering half of his handsome face, backpack hanging from his shoulder, black hoodie and jeans, and the Converse he’d been wearing the last few weeks.

When he took off the mask, his features showed surprise. He obviously was not expecting you to welcome him like that, not at 11 pm.

“Hi!” Your smile only served for him to smile as well.

“Hey, honey. Wh-what’s all this?” The backpack fell to the floor next to the door as he left the keys in the small counter next to it.

“Well, I thought that if we were not going to our date, I’d bring the date to us.”

He took a look at the place before eyeing you up and down. You were wearing the dress he gave you for your last birthday; red, thight, short and sewn from the zipper tear he caused before your last birthday present. You had been wearing it even before he texted, so…

“It smells delicious.” He said, referring to the food. “You look delicious,” His hands went straight to your waist to move you closer. “But I don’t want to ruin the atmosphere you’ve created here so, I’ll take a quick shower and put something more… appropriate.”

“What’s wrong with the outfit?” You put your hands in his back pockets to keep him from walking away. “I kinda like it.”

“I don’t mean the clothes, darling.”

Confused, you asked “Then?”

He took a step back and slipped the hoodie up his head, revealing his arms covered in fake sleeves of ink, the big MAYHEM drawn on his stomach, the also fake nipple piercings and the chain necklace of his character. You could be drooling and you wouldn’t care about the puddle forming on the floor since the pool between your legs was a bigger concern to think about.

Drinking in him, you didn’t notice he had said something until he moved a hand in front of you and repeated his question. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just… it’s nothing.”

“You sure? Cause it looked like you were in a trance.” He said, obviously worried.

It shouldn’t have surprised you, the contrast between his looks and the sweet person you knew he was, and yet, it did.

You had some tattoos yourself, meaningful pieces of art that would follow you to the grave, and even though you had tried to convince Sebastian to get one, he didn’t seem interested in it. Of course, you had seen the leaked photos from the set, the ones he posted on his Instagram, those videos of him playing the drums, but having him Live and in color in front of you, well, none of it compared.

You imagined how he'd look after a shower, towel hanging low on his hips, drops of water touring down his arms and abs, how you'd love to help him apply some body cream to keep the tattoos from fading…

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think you like what you see.” The look in his eyes said that he deciphered what was going on in your head.

“What if I do?” You blatantly bit your lip as your eyes travelled down his abdomen to the belt in his jeans.

As if he read your mind, he unbuckled it, making the loose jeans fall to his feet, letting you see the diverse drawings rounding his right thigh and the big piece on his left one. He kicked his shoes off and got rid of the jeans, throwing them somewhere in the apartment. Your breath hitched when he shortened the distance once again.

“If you do then…” His lips barely brushed yours, only turning you on more, his still black lined eyes looking into yours with intensity. “I can keep them for now.” And he kissed you.

The passion and hunger of it was almost new, the way his lips moved with yours had you almost dizzy, how his breath mixed with yours and the way your tongues intertwined was something you would never forget.

When you ended the kiss to take a deep breath he decided to take things to the next level. One hand behind your thighs and the other on your back, he took you to the couch and tossed you in the grey cushions.

Kneeling on the floor, Sebastian took the dress from both sides of the front zipper. With eyes wide open, you half begged him not to do it, but he paid no attention and pulled with the biggest smile on his face.

Brrrrrp! Tore the cloth, exposing not only your breast, but also your drenched panties to his view. With cold hands, he patted you over them, making you hiss. His touch was what you needed but it was just not enough.

Slowly, very slowly, he dragged them down. The sight of his tattooed arms moving, fingertips caressing your legs as they went down, got you wetter than you thought possible.

“Look at you.” He chucked. “I’ve barely touched you and… Can’t believe you were so into this.” Opening his arms, as referring to his appearance, he shook his head.

“It’s not my fault that you look hot with tattoos.” You said in a whisper as you felt his fingers exploring your pussy, teasing your entrance and rubbing around your clit ever so slightly without actually touching it, scattering your moisture.

His middle and pointing fingers formed a V, spreading your lips and allowing him to lick you from hole to clit. At the contact of his hot tongue you closed your eyes and threw your head back.

“No, no, no.” He blew over your bud to get your attention back. “I want you to see me eating you out. I want you to see what happens if you look at me that way.”

And that was your only warning. His face went back to your core, lips kissing everywhere, tongue playing with your folds until you felt it breaking through your center. His movements were expert, how he managed to rub your clit with his nose as he kept focused on his other task was mind blowing.

You didn't know when, but one of his thick fingers replaced his tongue and entered you as his mouth came in contact with your bundle of nerves to give it the attention that it carved. His lips slurping, the feeling of his tongue drawing figures and the wet sound his digit created had you nearly closing your eyes one more time.

A second finger was added to please you, pumping in and out, scissoring inside of you, making you meowl as you tried to move to either get away from him or let him know that you wanted more. At this point, you didn't know what you were trying to do.

To stop you from bucking your hips, his free hand went to rest in your stomach, flat palm keeping you in place and you couldn’t help to take a glimpse of the colorful sleeve of makeup in his arm, your eyes traveled from his wrist to his elbow, passing from his practically clean shoulders to the back of his neck, and you saw them. The big, black wings that covered his full back, the intricate lines recreating Tommy Lee’s tattoo.

Watching his muscles working as he kept thrusting with his fingers and moving his head from side to side as to cover his full face with your juices had you whining, a sound that you didn’t recognize as yours but that Sebastian would remember for the rest of his life.

His hand went up, looking for one of your nippes, which he teased by pinching and twisting slightly before his whole palm came in contact with your boob and squeezed. Your back arched, wanting him to do it again. And he did.

He roared, knowing that you would feel it in every inch of your shivering body.

By the way your walls were contracting he knew that you were close and he drew away. Both his tongue and fingers, dragging away from you.

“What--?” Your soft protest made him raise his head. “Oh.” You breathed. The cold padlock hanging on his chain came in contact with your swollen clit accidentally. The contrast between your hot wetness and the piece of metal had you jolting forward and clenching around nothing.

“So needy.” He moved, working as a pendulum so the padlock hit your sensitive bud repeatedly. “But you’re not cumming unless it’s on my cock.”

Separating from you for half a second, he got rid of his underwear. His tip was red, and even though the veins of his shaft were inviting you to have a taste, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. And not only because he was already hovering over you. You felt like floating, body and mind, lost in anticipation.

“Tell me what you want, doll.” His glistening fingers brushed over your cheek, your smell, hitting your nostrils only making you more desperate.

“Please…” The word left your lips in a barely audible sigh.

“‘Please’ what?” His fingertips dug in your face, making you pout, forcing you to look at his lustful expression, accentuated by the dark eyeliner.

“Please, fucking ruin me.”

And that was it for him. With no warning, he entered your channel, stopping for a second as he bottomed out to let out a groan that mixed in the air with your loud, sinful whine.

“As much as I’d love the whole floor to know how good I’m fucking you, I won’t have time to deal with their complains tomorrow, so…” He forced your mouth open and shoved two fingers inside. You could taste yourself in them. “We’ll try to keep it quiet, yeah?”

He didn’t give you time to even try to respond since his hips were already hitting against the back of your thighs. The slapping sound of skin meeting skin working as gasoline, motivating Sebastian to go faster and harder with each thrust.

He was amazed. With his eyes locked on your own, he could see how much you were enjoying his performance, how the whole tattoo thing aroused you so much, how your eyes wanted to roll back as pleasure quickly took over your senses.

Hands flying to his hair and tugging a little, you also moved your legs to hug his hips with them, locking your heels in his lower back, pressing for him to go deeper, hitting your sweet spot over and over.

“God, you are loving it, aren't you?” His lips met your cheek, covering you with wet kisses until he reached your ear. “Didn't know you were such a whore for rockstars.” His movements were paused as he spoke, pushing inside with each word, making sure that you got what he was saying. “Maybe I should bring the drumsticks home next time; see what happens when you see me spinning them.”

Your moans were being muffled by his fingers, soft begs for him to keep going, morphing into music to his ears. His free hand flew between your bodies, adding fast rubs of his knuckles in your bud to his ruthless pace, dragging a roar that he could feel rumble on his fingers and that went down his spine.

“Fuck, doll.” He said. His assault went sloppy as you clenched around him. “You’re taking me so well.” Increasing the rhythm, his head fell to your neck, where he grazed his teeth. On his lips, he could feel your accelerated pulse. “Quite a dream you're living, uh?”

Covering you with kisses, he made his way to your earlobe. All it took was for him to shakely exhale, sending shivers all the way to your toes to bring you to your orgasm with an otherwise noisy scream.

Colors faded, your vision became blurry, the world disappeared and the only things you could focus on were Sebastian and the way his brows furrowed as he tried to last a little bit longer.

Your walls tightened as you started to see stars behind your eyelids, you were sure your heart was going to explode anytime now.

With your ears ringing and your eyes still closed to the hundred sensations in your body, you sucked your cheeks and ran your tongue along his fingers, unleashing his undoing.

He didn't stay still as he coated you with his hot cum, no. He rode you both through your releases, moving his hips back and forth, making sure to ruin you as you asked him to.

Only when he seemed happy with your soft relaxed moans was when he pulled out and allowed a bit more of his weight to fall on top of you as your legs fell to your sides, freeing him. He moved to your side to lay on the couch.

As your breathings normalized, you heard him laugh and turned to him with an interrogation mark stamped in your face, silently asking him to share his thoughts.

“I’m stealing some of these tomorrow.” He said, moving his arm to hug you to his chest. “You know, for later.”

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