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ackermanbloodline · 7 months

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Take Me - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Summary: You allow Levi to take your viriginity.

Word Count: About 5k.

Warnings: Smut. 18+, MDNI, NSFW.

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You and Levi have just finished eating dinner. Between the two of you, he is most definitely the cook. Tonight, he made the most delicious, mouth-watering lasagna with a Caesar salad and strawberry cheesecake for dessert. You could never level up to his culinary skills. It never quite made sense to you how he had the time to learn how to cook given his demanding and exhausting title. Still, though, you don’t question it.

As the two of you are teaming up to tackle the dishes, the space is quiet. Not in an uncomfortable way, but a comforting silence sort of way. That’s one of the beautiful things about your relationship with him: you two could sit in silence together and it would be just as intimate as any conversation. Levi is scrubbing the dishes (he, of course, insisted on it) and you rinse them off carefully and put them into the drying rack.

His sleeves are rolled up to the bend of his elbow and you can’t help but sometimes stare at his pale skin and the faint veins popping up underneath it. How strong yet calculated his hands work to make the plates clean. And sometimes your gaze lingers onto his face, studying his sculpted jawline and his sharp nose. The way his eyebrows furrow together in concentration, just like out on the battlefield.

“Hey, you missed a spot, brat.”

You’re snapped out of your thoughts with the sudden low, raspy voice. You look down at the plate that you are just about to put into the drying rack. Some leftover pasta sauce is on the edge of the rim. You turn on the faucet again and run it over water, getting the spot off effortlessly.

You say sarcastically, “Glad I have you to keep me in line.”

“Mhm,” he responds with an equally snarky tone. “What would you do without me?”

“Crash and burn.”

“Obviously.”

You smile to yourself and continue the dishes in silence.

About twenty minutes later, you’re on the couch with your legs draping over Levi’s lap with candles lit all around you. While you’re reading a romance book, he’s reading the horrors of today’s newspaper. Every now and then, his hand drifts across your calves and gently squeezes. It seems like such a mundane gesture, but each time he does it, it makes your heart leap into your mouth.

You somehow get distracted by him again. You read the same page three times over before you give up. You don’t know what it was tonight, but you were simply captivated by Levi. Your eyes drift over the page to his jawline again and then to his gray eyes, back down to his neck and chest. The long sleeve gray shirt fits him so well, clinging to his muscles and showing off the dips and curves of them.

How the Levi Ackerman chose you out of everybody in the military, you will never know.

You bite your lip for a moment, thinking about a crazy idea and debating in your mind. You decide to roll with it. You throw the book to the side and get up quickly, causing Levi’s attention to avert from the newspaper to you. You grab it from him and toss it on the coffee table and lower yourself down onto his lap. His eyes go wide. You interlace your fingers behind his neck and smile at him casually. You can already see his cheeks getting hot.

You swoop down to his neck and gently place your lips on the skin there. Your entire senses become filled with the distinguished scent of his cologne. You practically could get high off it. He gasps softly, almost inaudibly, and his body becomes stiff.

“Hey, wh… What’re you doing?”

“Nothin’...” you say lowly. His hands land on your sides and you reel from him. You bite your lip, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Did I say that?”

He gently pulls on the back of your waist to close the space between you two. You giggle quietly and lean against him as your mouth goes to his ear, gently brushing the plump skin of your lips against the cold shell of his ear. He readjusts his grip on your hips, fingers lightly digging into the flesh of your curves and closes his eyes.

For the past month or so now, you have been testing the waters with Levi to see how much self-restraint he actually could exercise when it comes to you. It always ended the same: him going out for a walk or taking a shower while you tend to yourself.

You were a virgin for many reasons. Once Levi found out, he nearly lost his mind. In fact, he didn’t believe you initially. There’s no way a beautiful girl like you wasn’t swooped up and taken care of in the way you deserved to be.

After a discussion, you two had both made a vow to take things slow. While you were a virgin for many reasons, you had fantasized about Levi taking it for a long time. So many nights you had fantasized about his rock-hard cock pumping in and out of you at an insufferable pace. Picturing what his muscles would look like tensed up like that. Trying to picture his face. What his moans would sound like.

But tonight, you want to see it for yourself. Not in your mind, but right in front of you in real life. Maybe this sporadic decision is partly a result of the wine from dinner, but you’re convinced. You’re ready.

When you enclose your mouth around his earlobe and make a conscious effort to deepen your breathing and ever-so-softly let out moans now and again. You feel a hard bulge growing underneath your pelvis. His hands land on your knees and travel upward on your legs, squeezing your thighs as libido spikes.

Levi calls out your name.

“You’re on thin ice.”

As you pull away from him, you place gentle kisses on his face. Once you’re face to face with him and the pad of your thumb is stroking against his cheek, you speak.

“I’m ready.”

At first, he gives you a slightly confused look. But once you bite your lip at him, he knows exactly what you mean. His eyebrows furrow.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His eyes switch between your eyes and mouth before a slight smile grows onto his lips. He securely wraps an arm around your waist and before you know it, he playfully slams you down onto the couch below like a rag doll and climbs over you. A laugh escapes your mouth but it’s muffled when Levi presses his lips on yours.

His tongue is calculated and gentle as it enters your mouth. The slickness and warmth of it collide against yours and a rush of heat goes to your cunt. Levi’s touch travels to the side of your face and the pad of his thumb brushes across your cheek in soothing wiper motions. Your hand instinctively lands on his wrist as your spine arches off the couch in an effort to get him closer. The sound of you two passionately kissing fills the room.

You manage to capture his tongue and suck on it. You slightly bob your head up and down a few times before letting go and a soft groan releases from Levi’s throat. His fingers lift up your chin slightly before he sinks down and buries his face in your neck. His hips lower further down into yours and you can feel his hard-on already through his black slacks. Sparks of lust travel through your veins once he slowly begins to roll himself into you, kissing your neck as he does so with his grip still on your chin. Your breathing picks up and your eyelids flutter closed. Your hand wanders up to his undercut and lightly pulls at the long strands of his hair while the other glides over the strong muscles of his back.

Levi’s wandering touch moves down to your leg and slightly squeezes softly but firmly at your thigh. When your hips shift upward to meet his, he quickly wraps an arm around your middle and lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as he brings you into his bedroom, all the while not breaking a kiss with you.

When you two reach his bed, he sits down and lays back, wanting to see how beautiful you look while on top of him and flooded with lust. Your pupils are blown out and his are, as well. A light blood blush has spread across your cheeks. In his mind, you’ve never looked more breathtaking than you do now. He reaches up, wraps his fingers around your neck, and softly pulls you down onto him.

You grind yourself down onto his dick and his pelvic rocks up to meet yours. Small whimpers of pleasure rip from your throat with each movement. Levi’s eyes clamp shut and he draws his lip in between his teeth. His brain is reeling from how hard he is and how much he wants to bury himself deep inside you. So badly that he doesn’t think there are even words in existence to describe it.

When you feel your hips start to tire, you collapse next to him and he leans over to kiss you. Against your lips, he mutters a few words.

“Touch yourself for me.”

You are taken aback as butterflies erupt through your stomach with those simple words. You pull away and look at him with apprehension, waiting for him to speak again.

“I want to see how pretty you look when you do it.”

It’s not like masturbation is a foreign concept to you. That’s not what concerns you. It’s that you have never done it in somebody else’s presence in this way. You always did it by yourself, alone. And to think that Levi is about to watch you do it is a little unnerving. But also very hot at the same time.

“Okay.”

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, gauging the shakiness and apprehension in your voice. “You can do it.”

Your fingers travel slowly down your torso and bury themselves in the hem of your pants, diving past your underwear. And you’re soaked. Although you shouldn’t be surprised since Levi has that effect on you, you somehow still are. Once you circle your entrance a few times, your touch goes to your clit and draws tight but lazy circles around it. Even though you shut your eyes in an attempt to feel less pressure, his gaze stays glued to you. He’s transfixed on the sight of your hand in your pants and your countenance.

The second you quietly moan his name, you feel him shift away from you. You open your eyes and cease your actions for only a moment until you’re realizing what he’s doing. He undoes his belt and his hand buries itself down below. He didn’t do this very often but he needs to feel some sort of relief. It’s painful. Although you can’t see his cock, his black briefs are wet with his precum and he works carefully to spread it around his tip. Then he plants a firm grasp around himself and goes up and down, slowly.

You both try to match up the pace with each other's movements. And, as a result, your breathing and moans are synched up. Each groan Levi lets out encourages you to go faster and each whimper you let out causes a wave of heat to reverberate throughout his pelvis.

Levi sheds his shirt and throws it on the ground. You follow in his direction and pull your shirt over your head. But the moment is interrupted when you somehow, someway, get yourself stuck.

“Crap. Levi?” you call out with a laugh as your arms are over your head and head buried in your shirt. “Can you give me a hand, please?”

He chuckles, “Sure.”

He sits up and pulls the fabric upward and your arms go free. Once it joins Levi’s shirt on the floor, you pull him in for a loving kiss.

You smile, “Thanks.”

You both also take this moment to take off your pants. This leaves you only in underwear and a bra. The two of you go back to what you were doing, watching each other with hunger and desire. This is hotter than you could’ve ever imagined. Your imagination is proved wrong when Levi’s hand ghosts over your stomach and plays with the hem of your underwear. His fingers dip into your underwear and trace along your sex, coating his fingers with you. Making careful traces around your clit. His dick throbs when he feels it, how wet you are for him. He pulls them out.

“Would you look at that?” he says breathily, studying his fingers like they are the most interesting thing in the world. They glisten in the moonlight.

Then he goes back to himself and uses it for lubrication.

Fuck.

You grab his wrist and pry it off and practically shove his hand back to where it was. You pull his dick out free from his briefs and take it in with all of your glory. It’s perfect in every way. As he begins to play with your clit, you take him in your hand and jack him off, slowly. His cock feels so smooth in your hands from all the slickness of you and him combined. It all feels so good, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re in a world of euphoria.

His fingers work gentle movements around your clit and you shift your pelvis against his fingers to try to get him to go faster. His voice is raspy as he brushes his lips lower down to your ear.

“Easy, sweetheart. There’s no rush.”

A few minutes pass by and you can feel a coil in the pit of your stomach tensing more and more with each second. His fingers know what they’re doing. Not even you could get yourself off this quickly. You let go of his dick and wrap your hands around his strong arm as his fingers still work against your cunt. Your whole body is tense and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Levi knows you’re close and he’s slightly amused by how your body responded to his touch.

He knows that your heart, body, and soul are all his. And out of the things you could ever do or say to him, that thought gets him the most turned on.

He stops what he’s doing and with surprise and disappointment, your gaze falls to him. His lips collide against yours ever so slowly. He tilts his head to get a better angle onto your mouth and his tongue works delicately to trace along your teeth. When your hand reaches down to touch yourself out of pure neediness, he wraps a hand around your fist and gently but firmly pins it to the bed beside your head.

“Mmm,” you quietly moan into his mouth.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes. All you can see in one another’s faces are pure lust and love. Nothing else.

He’s out of breath as his fingers ghost across your pelvic bone, teasingly brushing against the hair there.

“Can I taste you?”

“God, I thought you’d never ask,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You’re going to regret saying that, brat.”

He gets up and stands at the foot of the bed. Seeing you splayed out for him, your hair making waves across his duvet, your cheeks flushed with desire, your full naked body in his gaze… he can’t help but admire how breathtaking you look. He kneels down, smoothly wraps his arms around your legs, and thrusts you forward against his chest so your ass is at the very edge of the mattress. And slowly, he spreads your legs apart. Your cunt, puffy and pink, is soaked. Practically dripping. While he loses his breath, you can feel your face start to turn red. You start to worry whether or not you’re pretty enough for him and what he thinks. When you feel his breath fan across you, though, your self-consciousness practically dissolves.

Gingerly, Levi plants kisses along the inners of your thighs, his tongue occasionally drawing circular figures into your skin in a savoring way. The sound of his lips quietly smacking against your flesh fills your ears. And then he plants a kiss on your pussy, causing a jolt of pleasure to spike through your system. It’s amplified when he makes one giant stripe along your slit. You close your eyes and arch your back against his face.

His tongue laps you up, brushing over your clit again and again. He closes his mouth around it and carefully sucks on it. He’s eating you as if it’s his last meal. His mouth works skillfully to draw various sounds from you as his sharp nose is buried in your pubic hair. He wants to hear you loud and clear. And it’s not hard to achieve. The warmth and wetness of his tongue feels nothing like you’ve ever imagined. It feels so good that you can’t stop from moaning his name loudly, not caring if other people hear.

He draws back, sucking your lips into his mouth as he does so and they snap back towards you when he lets go.

“You have the prettiest pussy, you know that?”

You cannot even bring yourself to verbally respond to him but your pelvis contracts so hard with his words that it makes your head spin. Your breath quivers.

“I want you to say it.”

He pauses to let you respond. You take a few moments to catch your breath before looking down at him. His swollen lips are glistening and his hair is messy from your thighs being clenched around his head. His eyes are practically black.

“What?”

“I want you to say how pretty you are as I eat you out. And if you stop, I stop.”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly.

With a slight smirk on his face, his head dives back in between the apex of your thighs. He continues what he was doing before. He immediately draws a warm feeling that radiates throughout your entire body. He hums against your cunt and taps on your stomach twice to remind you. You feel a surge of uncertainty and embarrassment flood you.

“I’m… pretty.”

“Thatta girl.”

He starts again. The coil in your stomach grows again, building and building. As you say self-affirming phrases out loud, with much uneasiness, Levi awards you with his tongue. And as you get closer to the edge, it’s hard to talk. Only one or two words come out at a time. Levi’s dick has quite literally never been harder in his entire life.

With each word that drops from your lips, he hums in appreciation. The humming radiates throughout your skin and deep in your pelvis. Your hands find their way into Levi’s hair just to have something to hang onto.

You feel something trace along your entrance. It must be one of his fingers, you conclude.

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

He slowly inserts it in and it's an extremely foreign feeling. It doesn’t hurt, it’s just… weird. As it pushes against your walls, Levi licks at your clit to help with any uncomfortableness. He makes a certain motion with his finger. Your mouth drops with the stimulation you’re currently experiencing.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, falling into his self-praise trap as you tighten your grip on his hair.

Your legs begin to shake slightly and your body tenses up once again. Your moans become quiet and you want to literally scream out when he sucks on your clit and shakes his head back and forth. You feel one of his hands grab yours and interlace your fingers together. His fingering and mouth are relentless. He adds his middle finger.

The coil inside of you is finally about to snap. It’s almost too much.

“Levi, I’m gonna… fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. Show me how pretty you are when you cum.”

Waves of orgasmic pleasure rip through your body as you reach your climax. Levi continues his movements and talks you through the entire thing while you are completely silent. Your legs shake and your grip on his hand is so strong that your knuckles turn white. Stars dance at the edges of your dark vision. You haven’t cum this hard, ever. The things that this man does to you…

His movements come to a stop as you come out of your trance. His fingers slip out and he licks them clean. He lays in between your legs and kisses you, hard, although you’re still a little dazed. You can hardly kiss back.

“Well done.”

You hum against his lips, “Mmm.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. That was just a lot.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Levi.”

“Okay.”

You sit up and try to flip him over, but your entire body is like jelly. He looks at you with a confused look written all over his face. His hands land on your shoulders and push you back down.

He asks, eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Don’t you want me to… you know… please you now?”

“No, no, no… this is about you. I want to make you feel good. I come second… both figuratively and literally in this case.”

You both chuckle.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

Levi picks you up and lays you up further on the bed. He adjusts himself a little bit and looks to you, reading your facial expressions to give away any sort of clue as to what you’re thinking, He brushes a stray strand of hair back behind your ear. You look up at him with love and adoration.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. Always.”

He props himself up above you with one arm and uses his other hand to swipe the tip of his penis against your slick cunt, trying to get some lubrication before going in fully. He brushes up against your clit a few times, which makes you jump back a few times as you’re still a bit sensitive from your earlier orgasm. And then he goes in. It’s only the tip, but it already feels uncomfortable. You hiss.

“We’ll take it slow. Come on, breathe with me.”

His forehead connects to yours and you both close your eyes. Together, you take some inhales and exhales, maybe around 10? You aren’t sure. After that, you give him a nod to give him the permission to continue. He lowers his hips down a little, but that’s enough in itself. He stops when your fingers dig into his arm. He kisses your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Where are we at?”

“Hate to break it to you but this is still just the tip.”

“Oh my god,” you practically laugh, facepalming. “I’m fucked.”

“Both figuratively and literally.”

You slap his arm, “Shut up.”

“But in all seriousness, I need you to relax for me.”

You take a deep breath.

“Okay.”

You make an active effort to breathe into your pelvic floor, trying to get the muscles to relax there. With a couple of deep breaths, the uncomfortable feeling vanishes again. You give Levi another signal. The cycle repeats two or three times before he bottoms out in you once his pelvic bone is sitting on yours.

He hovers on top of you, “How are you feeling?”

“Feeling okay. You?”

“Never fucking better,” you both chuckle. “You… feel really damn good. Trying to not lose myself here. But I’m gonna start off slow and shallow, yeah?”

“Okay, I trust you.”

Levi retracts his hips slowly, just a few inches, then pushes them forward. It stings a little and it’s an odd feeling, like trying to stretch out a tight muscle. You try to focus on your breathing when your eyes are closed. You whimper a few times as he moves in and out of you as an occasional streak of pain overcomes your body. He plants a few brisk kisses to your lips.

“I know baby, I know. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

A few minutes pass by of Levi doing the same thing before you hatch an idea. You lick the pads of your fingers and reach down to play with yourself. It seemed to work when Levi was devouring you. Why not in this case? So, your fingers delicately stroke your clit in an attempt to drown out the pain and tension with pleasure. Once you find a rhythm, it works wonders.

He feels you tightening around him, practically suffocating and drowning his dick at once. He looks down to where you two connect, how his dick glistens as his cock disappears and reappears from inside you.

“Shit, fuuuuck…”

His pace and depth picks up with neediness. Using the headboard of his bed, he uses it for leverage and power to his thrusts. It bangs softly against the wall as he continues to fuck you. Watching your breasts bounce with each snap of his pelvis adds to his arousal, chasing his high with vigor. The sounds he makes are intoxicating to hear. Heavy breathing and with an occasional whimper and moan here and there. Your name even slips out a few times.

You try to pull your hand away from your clit to gauge how your pussy is adjusting to him and to your surprise, the tension is gone. Completely. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him onto your body, needing skin-to-skin contact. He buries his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder.

“Ugh, it feels like I’m about to cum already.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe.

“But… fuck… I don’t want to. I want this to last. I don’t think I could – oh shit – ever get enough of this. Enough of you.”

You moan at his words and kiss his shoulder in response. Another orgasm is building, somehow. He sits himself up again and looks over you.

“Squeeze me like you were, please.”

Your hand returns downward in tight flicks. Your pussy presses around his dick again which causes his eyes to roll back in his head. Hearing his moans become more and more frequent, you know he’s edging.

“Cum with me,” he almost demands. “I need you to.”

With a few strokes later, you give him a nod and he pulls out, jacking himself off onto your stomach. The sight is so erotic as you experience your second orgasm. While he ejaculates, he collapses back down onto you and his cock slickly rubs between your bodies as he rides out his high. Your other hand claws down his back and leaves a trail of red marks in their wake. The sounds you two make together are just filthy.

Once your bodies settle, you two are quiet. Levi is pressing his full body weight into you as you run your free hand through his hair. He places soft kisses against the side of your neck as you do so. Everything feels so surreal in this current moment. So still. A slight ringing in your ears and a glow in your vision. You could fall asleep here.

A few minutes pass and Levi shifts and lifts himself up, looking down at the spiderwebs of his cum between your bodies.

“There’s… so much,” you gape.

“Yeah, well… that’s what you do to me. Don’t move.”

He gets up and goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running. It turns off. Levi appears with a gray, wet washcloth in his hand and a towel wrapped around his core. With a few swipes across your stomach, he cleans up his mess on you. He straightens his spine and looks at you.

“Open your legs.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to see if you’re bleeding at all.”

“Okay.”

He carefully pries apart your knees and carefully inspects your vagina. He tosses the washcloth into the dirty clothes basket in the corner of the room. He sits on the edge of the bed and grazes his hand up and down.

“Anything I can get you?”

“Maybe some water.”

“Sure. There wasn’t any blood that I could see. You go to the bathroom and I’ll get us some water.”

He taps your thigh and leaves the room and you carefully stand up. Your legs feel like absolute jelly and there’s a slight stinging sensation in between your legs. You stumble your way to the restroom and close the door. You sit down on the toilet and go to the bathroom, the stinging becoming only a little more pronounced as you do so. You’re relieved to see that when you wipe that there isn’t any blood.

You look in the mirror and you look like a fucked-out mess. Your lips are swollen and even slightly bruised. Your hair is absolutely wild, to say the least. And there are a few dark spots developing on your body. You trace your fingers over them with care. They didn’t hurt at all and you didn’t even realize that Levi had left these marks on you. You shrug. You grab another towel from underneath Levi’s sink and wrap it around yourself.

You open the door to find Levi sitting on his bed with two water glasses with condensation on them. You smile as you walk towards him and take one.

“Thanks.”

“It’s my honor.”

You both chug the water and set the glasses on his nightstand.

“I could use a shower,” he said.

“So would I.”

Levi stands up and rips your towel off before carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. You squeal with the sudden gesture.

“C’mon, time for round two.”

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Book Boyfriend

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: Bucky is better than any book boyfriend. You'll prove it to him. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: E.S.C., (o)ral (m. receiving), (d)irty talk, possible touch of insecurity, slight feels (it's me, okay), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A Stud and Smartie "drabble" for Sinday thanks to a wonderful prompt provided by @drabblewithfrannybarnes . I hope I did this justice, my beautiful friend! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone , so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was supposed to be a harmless game night. Something fun for you, Bucky, and your friends to unwind. Between classes, work, and everything in between, you all deserve a break.

You didn't expect to be on your knees for Bucky while everyone hung out in the living room.

His. Fault. My fault? No, it's his fault that his perfect cock is sliding in and out of my mouth when I should be a good hostess.

You would remind him of that later once everyone left.

For now, you had to take care of him.

It began a few minutes prior when Clint started setting up the next game while you snuggled with Bucky on the couch. That was after you tried to make sure everyone had a drink or snack and he snaked a hand out to pull you down beside him. He firmly wrapped an arm around you to pin you to the spot when you attempted to get up.

“What does a guy have to do to get your attention?” he asked as you tucked your legs beneath you.

A strange look crossed your face as he pulled you closer. “You think you don’t have my attention?”

Bucky decided to wear a tight blue t-shirt and spritz himself in your favorite cologne before everyone showed up. You couldn’t even concentrate on the first game you played because the scent left you dizzy, along with his hand teasing your inner thigh. You told him you’d yank on his hair if he kept it up.

“That a promise?” was his retort.

Menace.

“I don’t know,” Bucky said in a singsong tone. “You didn’t pay much attention to me today.”

“We cleaned the apartment so it would look nice for everyone,” you reminded him.

“You had your headphones on for most of the day,” he pouted.

An actual pout, which you were tempted to kiss away.

“It helped the cleaning go by faster, that’s all,” you said, moving your body closer to lean against him. “You always have my attention, Stud.”

Always.

"Are you two going to be lovey-dovey all night?" Sam asked. “I guess that isn’t different from any other night with you two. No wonder Alpine’s hiding.”

"Give them a break,” Steve intervened, the corner of his lip lifting in a small smile. “It's sweet."

"Yeah,” you smiled. “Let me be lovey with my boyfriend."

"Aww, so you do wanna pay attention to me,” Bucky teased, placing his hand back on your thigh.

Like he had during the previous game.

“You wanna be lovey with me, Smartie?"

"Hold on, big boy,” you giggled, putting your hand over his. You didn’t push it away since, well, you liked having his attention, too. “Maybe not where they can see."

Bucky’s friends put up with the two of you flirting and dancing around each other before you started dating. Having to deal with the two of you once you got together was another level. And while Steve thought you two were sweet and Natasha planned to help you design a wedding dress, which you argued you weren’t engaged, you didn’t want to flaunt or make them uncomfortable.

Bucky’s lips brushed the shell of your ear before he whispered in a low voice, "You think I give a fuck if any of them see?"

You sat up straight as you attempted to process the words that came out of his mouth.

No. That has to be a coincidence. Act normal. Don't give anything away. Like we're playing poker.

"Get on your fucking knees for me,” he rasped, nipping your earlobe hard enough that you had to bite back a whimper. “Show me how much you love me."

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck.

"…You listened to my audio book?" you asked, closing your eyes because you were sure you’d combust if you looked at him.

And how would you explain that to the gang?

“Not on purpose. You left it running when you took a break to feed Al. I am, however, a little offended because why would you listen to that when you have me?” he asked, cupping your chin and turning your face toward his.

You kept your eyes shut. You weren't exactly embarrassed that he caught you. Not completely. Lots of people listened to naughty books.

“You know I love to read. You could’ve just picked a book for us to read together and act out. I can get my voice nice and deep, just like when my cock’s inside you.”

Brain does not compute. Smartie is going into reboot mode. I’m thinking of myself in the third person. Goodbye.

“Open your eyes, doll,” he urged, smiling when you obeyed. “There’s my beautiful girl. And I think you do wanna get on your knees for me,” he said, like it was just the two of you there.

Up close, you could see how blown his pupils were. The hand on your thigh didn’t inch higher, but his grip tightened like he was trying to stay in control. And all you could think about was how quickly you could suck him off before the next game.

“Be right back!” you announced, surprising yourself with your strength as you managed to stand up and pull your large boyfriend with you.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as you dragged Bucky away.

“I think they’re gonna play ‘hide and seek’,” Natasha answered.

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Clint questioned. “I can think of a few other names for it.”

You drowned out the conversation as you pulled Bucky to your bedroom and shut the door. You didn't mean for the kiss to be so desperate, but hearing the rasp of his voice as he repeated the naughty audio back to you riled you up once the shock wore off. He didn't seem to mind as your lips parted to allow his tongue inside.

Hell, you could consider it a blessing that he heard since it sounded a million times hotter coming from him.

"No more audio books," he said as he leaned against your door, staring you down as you dropped to your knees.

You were glad the light was on so you could see the desire in his eyes.

A look that only you got to see.

"Why not?" you asked as you worked his jeans open, smiling as you gave him your best doe-eyed expression.

"Because I want my voice to be the only one you get off to," he said, brushing a hand along the top of your head as you froze. "Is that wrong of me?"

The adoring smile on his face was met with one of your own. "Is that why you've been wanting my attention tonight?” you asked, your smile falling a bit. “You think I prefer a book boyfriend over you?"

He didn't say anything, but his smile fell a bit, too.

Oh, hell no.

Your brilliant, hard working boyfriend, the gorgeous, solid wall of muscle, your rock, the man who worked his way into your heart and became your best friend. Was he actually jealous of some random man's voice reading filth to you? As if that guy would ever compare to the perfect man in front of you.

You refused to let him feel anything less than the confident man you fell for, especially when he made you feel like a goddess.

"Who do you think I'm thinking about when I read, or listen, to any romance novel? It's YOU, Bucky. And when the book ends, I actually have you," you promised, your mouth watering as you distracted him long enough to get his cock out. The adoring gaze is still on your face as you stroke him. "And I love being on my knees for you, just like you do for me. You taste so good and you're so big. Chokes me in the best way."

"Fuck," he whispered as you licked him from base to tip.

You weren't lying when you said you loved the taste of him. Musky, delectable, something so masculine, you'd always want more. Because it was Bucky’s taste and his dick and his everything.

"I want you to ruin my mouth the way you did outside of the shop," you challenged.

If he can fuck my throat in the car before going back to work, he can do it here.

You swirled your tongue around him before swallowing him down. You didn't stop until the tip hit the back of your throat. It didn't matter if you choked or gagged, or if your jaw ached from the girth of him, as long as he knew how much you loved him.

"My dirty girl sucking me off while our friends are here. Can't even go a day without my cock in one of your holes, can you?" he groaned, keeping his hand on the back of your head. "Look at me, please. Let me see those pretty eyes while you take me."

You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked a bit harder, your tongue teasing him just the way he liked it. You didn't want him to hold back and you hoped the warmth of your mouth would allow him to lose himself for a short time. The way his thigh trembled under your touch, it wouldn't take him long.

"So fucking beautiful like this," his strained voice made you moan. "Should keep you under the table so you can keep me warm before I fill you up later."

Drool sweeped around your swollen lips as your nose bumped the patch of coarse curls. The image of him playing cards while you kept your mouth around him made your panties damp. Maybe you could explore that one day.

"I'm close," he warned you, his head almost hitting the door. You refused to tear your gaze away as you glided your teeth ever so gently along him. "You gonna swallow it like a good girl? Take everything I give you?"

He was giving you an out in case you didn't want to.

Which only made you double your efforts.

Bucky came with a moan so deep it almost got you off. Warm on your tongue, you swallowed his release as much as you could before you began to lick him clean. Seeing him flushed and satisfied as he caught his breath made you smile once you finished and tucked him back in his underwear.

"I need to taste you now," he groaned, gripping your arms to help you to your feet.

And that’s another reason why you’re better than any book boyfriend.

“Wait,” you croaked when he kissed you, seemingly uncaring that the taste of him was still fresh in your mouth. “You know I adore you, right?" you asked, pausing to clear your throat again. "And you're the only one I want."

Whether he was actually jealous that you listened to a smutty audiobook or not, you needed to say that.

“I know, Smartie,” he whispered, kissing the tip of your nose. “I adore you, too. I'll take you over a book girlfriend any day of the week."

You better.

You could blame being on your knees for why you fell against him for support. “They’re probably waiting for us.”

And they'll be able to tell from my voice exactly what we were up to.

"I think they started without us,” he smirked. “Besides, we're not done playing 'hide and seek'.”

If anyone could convince you to hide in your room and play a bit longer, it was Stud.

Lucky for you, it was a game you’d both have the pleasure of winning.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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r2d2lover · 11 months

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The Truth Slips

Paring: Fred Weasley X Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. Loss of virginity. Prevalence of a drinking game.

Summary: request: “i wanted to request a fred oneshot where reader is shy/bashful and a virgin and fred's his usually cocky self but sorta fuckboy-eee and yanoo they do the dirty… my guilty pleasure”

My guilty pleasure as well. Fuckboy Fred is my creme de la creme. uncanon fun silly Fred one shot.

Part 2

You nervously watch the bottle in the middle spin around. And around. And around. Until it jolted with a stop on you.

Your glance hesitates as it trails up to meet the bottle’s spinner, who’s green eyes light up with glee.

“This is gonna be so good,” Fred Weasley exclaimed with a wicked smile. He leaned back on his elbows, waiting for your next move. Gulping nervously, you reach towards him wondering how a post-Quidditch party turned into a scene from your nightmares.

Everyone who decided to partake in the game whoops and hollers as you finally reach in the middle of the circle and claim your shot glass of the clear liquid. George had suggested that the house play “Veritaserum Roulette” with a stolen bottle of the potion. While preparing N.E.W.T-level potions was a grueling task, the fun came in seeing who was able to snag a bottle from the professor’s watchful eye to share amongst the house. You decided not to inspect your shot glass and threw the liquid back down your throat, then set the shot glass upside down on the ground like you saw in the Muggle movies. You immediately felt your face get hot but you knew it wouldn’t be because you ingested any serum, rather it was the pressure of having all the 7th year Gryffindor staring you down with intense concentration.

“S-someone has to ask a question,” You stuttered, picking the shot glass back up to fidget with it. Initially when the game was introduced, it was simply truth or dare. You could’ve easily backed out if that. Now, you couldn’t stop anything that was to come out of your mouth if you chose the glass with Veritaserum. You hoped that the two questions chosen for you would spare you any embarrassment.

“Do you fancy anyone at this moment?” Angelina leaned forward, taking her hands off of Fred. She was laying herself across Fred all night, non-discreetly showing off the fact that she was his latest… “conquest” as you overheard one of his friends call the girls that swooned over the redhead. Fred shot to popularity after bringing the Gryffindor Quidditch to back to back championships and it only inflated his ego more so than it already was. Despite his poor reputation, you couldn’t deny that the girls dreaming about Fred were warranted in their pursuit. Fred and George didn’t become the star Beaters without a rigorous workout regiment that hardened their muscles and broadened their shoulders. Their rugged appearances paired with their reliable and goofy personalities made them unstoppable.

Fred also happened to be your first friend at Hogwarts, finding you crying after a particularly embarrassing flying class during your first year. He sat with you and assured you that it wasn’t a show of your skills but the result of faulty school broomsticks. From that day, Fred guided you on flying while you tutored him in Potions.

All this time later, you didn’t need flying lessons anymore, but Fred still needed Potions help. You would never admit it, but your favorite part of the week was sitting in the library with Fred absolutely engrossed in homework. You would steal glances as he nipped the end of his quill in deep thought or when he would push his falling hair out of his face. Fred’s worst trait was his lack of spatial awareness and he’d always lean in too close while you explained the more difficult concepts to him. He was always chewing a sharp minty gum and smelled of a piney cologne that reminded you of Christmas. It distracted you often and made you turn beet red when he noticed the change in your diction. This would only make Fred lean in closer, inquiring about your odd behavior. All this time, you fought off any feelings you could have developed because you were realistic. You weren’t the Quidditch player, social butterfly types that Fred dated. Angelina was a prime example. Speaking of her, your desperate attempt to avoid answering her question was null and void when you felt as if you were being puppeted to speak.

“I do,” You squeaked out. Your hands flung to your mouth, but the attempt was feeble. Everyone quickly muttered amongst themselves to figure out the next question to ask you. At this moment, you felt like a criminal on trial. The easy next question was “who?” but the chatter alluded to a deeper question. It surely appalled everyone that you had a crush. You largely avoided the dating scene despite the relentless attempts from Oliver Wood. You thought Oliver was sweet and went on a singular date with him last year, but he was only focused on Quidditch. Much like Fred.

“Who is it? Is it Oliver? If it isn’t, who?” A younger Gryffindor blurred out in excitement and you felt the same puppet feeling in your gut and as you began to answer, Fred reached over and clamped his hand on your mouth. Your face was burning so hot at this moment you were sure you were sweating.

“Hey! We can only ask one more questions. We gotta make them good. Don’t answer those,” Fred instructed, removing his hand from your face. He brushed a piece of hair that fell out of place back behind your ear, making your stomach flip. This was such a ridiculous feeling. “Did you ever bed Oliver?”

“No? N..no!” You raised your eyebrows at Fred, appalled he would ask such a question. Once you opened your mouth, more words flowed out like a broken faucet. “I’ve never bedded anyone. Oliver was always on the Quidditch Pitch and it isn’t exactly the sexiest place in the castle.”

Your statement made the room laugh, which only increased your self consciousness. You shrugged and admitted you weren’t embarrassed at the fact for never having done anything with Oliver or any man. You were already covering your face with both hands, definitely sweating at this point. The group decided to refill on butterbeer, leaving you to seal your mouth shut with a cup of water. Fred stayed next to you, his green eyes filling with a mischievous glint.

“Has the Veritaserum worn off?” Fred asked, tilting his head up to look at you. He kept unwavering eye contact that made your mind go blank.

“Not yet,” You answered, still under the influence of the potion. Hopefully Fred wouldn’t press any further or that it would wear off before then.

“Ah… So, while I have you here, you really never slept with Oliver?” Fred leaned in closer, a smirk forming across your face. You shook your head and reaffirmed what he already knew. “Why not? And don’t give me the Quidditch answer.”

“I was waiting for the right person,” You said lamely, unable to fight the potion’s effect. Fred lifted an eyebrow.

“You’ve never fantasized?” Fred blocked you from grabbing a cup of water that would render you voiceless.

“Not about Oliver. Wh-why are you asking?” You fought your thoughts hard to answer Fred’s question as vaguely as possible.

“Hey, I thought I was asking the questions here. I just wanted to know what makes the timid girl that tutors me in Potions tick,” Fred moved so close to you that you could clearly smell his cologne. Luckily, his statement wasn’t laced with a question and the potion took no effect, allowing you to shake your head shyly.

“So you said not Oliver, so who do you think about?” Fred figured out how to narrow his question and before you could stop, your mouth betrayed you.

“Us,” You said, feeling like you broke the dam. Fred’s eyes grew wide, but his body language didn’t change. You were waiting for him to recoil out of instinct or turn red. But he continued to look at you coolly, turning a cup of butterbeer in his hands. Your heart jumped to your stomach and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your flight instinct kicked in, but before you could flee from the conversation, Fred grabbed your arm and forced you back down.

“What do you think about us?” Fred’s eyes darkened with an excitement you’ve never seen before. Arousal. You could only take a big gulp before your dirty fantasies about the boy you tutored that you kept locked away spilled out of your mouth for the world to hear.

“I think about you sliding a hand up my skirt in the library. Telling me to be quiet. I want to kiss you until I can’t feel my lips. I want to see you without a shirt on. I think about you pulling my hair back to look at you while you f-“ Your mortification overtook your entire body and you collapsed before you could finish your sentence with a yelp. Fred took a hold of you before you could hit the wall, making sure to take a long look at you. His face still had the cocky smile that you’d grown to love. His strong arm that was wrapped supportively around your waist and got tighter as he tried to figure out his next question. Your squirming didn’t help and you had no choice but to be stuck in his investigation.

“Are you thinking about it right now?” Fred’s eyes flitted from your eyes to your lips and if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest, you would’ve had half the mind to kiss him.

“Yes,” You practically slurred, unable to calm down from the situation unfolding before you. Fred ran a comforting hand up and down your back, soothing your nerves only slightly.

“Do you want to go up to my room to show me some of these fantasies?” Fred said blatantly. Of course you did and of course you let him know.

“Yes but,” You took a large inhale trying to ease your racing heart. “But what about Angelina?”

“I don’t want her. I want you,” Fred said definitively, sending a chill down your back. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you into anything just because you don’t have control of your thoughts right now.”

“I want you, Fred,” You said with a confidence that surprised even you. The words were genuine, the feeling of being puppeted by your mouth was gone. As you focused on Fred’s words and realized what he was proposing, you felt a simmering heat between your thighs and that you had been rubbing your thighs together to cause a reliving friction between them. But the clarity brought another realization. “You… you don’t even like me. I’m. I’m not going to be one of your conquests or whatever.”

“Gods, really are clueless are you?” Fred laughed at your out-of-character quip. He used his free hand to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes. “Did you really think I was spending all this time in the library thinking about Potions? Why the hell would I take N.E.W.T-level Potions if I was bad at it? I just had to pretend enough for you to keep studying with me.”

Fred’s confession stunned you silent. Without second thought, you wrapped your arms around Fred’s neck and leaned forward to meet his lips with yours. He gave an amused noise, kissing you back gladly. The kiss was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You were fulfilling a need you didn’t know you had, pressing deeper and deeper into the redhead’s mouth. Fred skillfully nipped at your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth when you moaned at the unfamiliar feeling. You were a little intimidated by his knowledge and your lack thereof, but the hand he was rubbing on your waist made you forget about anything besides him. He started to move a hand towards your chest and smirked wildly when you whimpered because he pulled away.

“My room. Now,” Fred said breathlessly, practically dragging you up the stairs. He hastily cast a locking and silencing charm before pushing you on the bed. Fred hovered over you, obviously delighted by your misshapen appearance. He had you pinned to the bed with one leg between your thigh and his arms at either side of your head.

The burning in your stomach only grew and Fred continued to kiss you, tasting every bit of you. He snaked a hand up your shirt, palming you through the fabric of your bra. When you least suspected it, he pulled the fabric down, pinching your firmed nipple in between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation made you moan loudly into his kisses and buck your hips up on his thigh.

“That’s a good girl,” Fred purred, continuing to flex his fingers around your breast. “Stop me if you want at any moment.”

“Take off your clothes,” Your voice was so whiny with need that you hardly recognized it. Fred only chuckled and moved his hand away from your chest to start removing your clothes instead of his. You batted his hand away and ran your fingers down his broad chest. You slowly undid his buttons, shaking from nervousness and exhilaration. Every button revealed more of his tanned muscular body that made your mouth watered. Fred continued supporting himself over you, enjoying your desperation.

When you finally managed to shed his shirt, you could barely focus. Your eyes trailed down his chest to the trail of hair on his stomach that pointed directly to the tension in his pants.

“I… I don’t know what to do,” You admitted to Fred, tangling your hands in his hair nervously.

“It’s okay. I think it’s time for me to teach you something to thank you for the last few years,” Fred said cockily, amazing you at how he stayed the same while you were falling apart under his touch. He quickly removed your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the middle of the room.

You felt vulnerable laying there in only your underwear, but Fred dragged his Quidditch-calloused hands down your body as he planted reassuring kisses on your mouth. His mouth followed his hand down until his lips were biting at the sensitive skin of your neck and his hand was rubbing circles on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You moved your hips down to meet his hand pleadingly and he took pity on you.

Fred moved his hands up to feel your arousal, circling his finger just around the bundle of nerves that begged to be touched. He knew exactly what he was doing and held your hips down with his free hand when you let out a whining groan. After teasing you, Fred slipped your underwear to the side, dragging his middle finger up your slick.

“Just how long have you been fantasizing about me?” Fred joked, breathing in as you moaned. He was barely making any movements and he had you reacting like this. Fred dragged his finger back and forth a few times before slowly pressing his middle finger into you, making sure to look up at you in order to spot any discomfort. You squirmed a little at the feeling, but once Fred started curling his finger, your body relaxed around the pleasure.

“More,” Your head sunk into Fred’s bed as your body grew accustomed to the feeling. Fred audibly smirked as he slipped his ring finger in as well, kissing you deeply. You realized his pants were still on and his fingers were speeding up from impatience. You reached down tenderly, running your fingers gently over the tent in his pants. He let out an airy breath before breaking the kiss to look at you.

“Feel it,” Fred encouraged you. His working fingers paused as he directed your hand with his free hand to his pants. Fred placed his hands on top of yours, simulating a squeeze. You copied his movement, earning a low groan from him. “Fuck… I need you right now.”

You shed your undergarments as Fred fumbled with his belt, too overtaken with lust to focus on unclipping the buckle. He finally released the leather binding and dropped his pants quickly, letting his cock fall as well. You watched with big eyes and Fred took your hand again to wrap it around his base.

“Just like that,” Fred praised as you moved your hand up and down. The friction was uncomfortable for you, so you pulled your hand back to lick a stripe up your palm and return it to his cock. The action made Fred roll his eyes back into his head and let his head drop as you continued to pump your hand up and down. “You’re so good, baby.”

Fred’s praise only made you want him more and the wanting in between your thighs got to be unbearable. As Fred was closing his eyes in bliss, you sneakily reached a hand down towards your folds to mimic his earlier actions in an attempt to ease the pressure. Fred felt you moving and quickly opened his eyes, catching you in the act. He tsked and removed your hand, pinning it by your head.

“Impatient are we, love?” Fred chuckled, sending vibrations through your stomach.

“Please,” You begged. “I want to feel you.”

Fred was impatient as you were and shifted his weight back to line himself up with your entrance. You were filled with such an excitement and nervousness that you subdued by reaching up for a kiss. Fred dragged the head of his cock against your slick folds, almost as if he was waiting for permissions.

“Fred. Fuck me,” You drawled, dizzy from anticipation. Fred let out a string of curses, then entered with a slow thrust. You let out a cry at the satisfying pain of feeling your walls stretch around Fred. He checked in again with you to make sure you were comfortable and you gave him a kiss on the cheek for assurance.

“You feel so amazing,” You slurred, eyes shutting from the pleasure. Fred slowly rolled his hips against yours, intertwining his hands with yours. He still had your hand pinned against your head and he was starting to lean forward, delivering soft grunts to your ear.

“You’re so… tight,” Fred mused aloud. You bucked your hips up to meet the friction the penetration was creating and Fred took that as a sign to go faster. He picked up his rhythm that made you sing a chorus of moans that melted into his name. Fred let curses fall out of his mouth and he picked up the speed of his thrusts, fully fucking you into the bed. Your cries only encouraged him.

Fred planted his lips on yours, creating a messy and heavy kiss that dripped with want. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging whenever he would move to a certain spot that made your vision blur. A knotted feeling built up in your stomach like you never felt before.

“Fred… I- I’m-'' Fred understood what you were trying to get at and dropped a hand to your clit, rubbing soft circles that only tightened your stomach. With a cry, you broke from his interlocked hand and wrapped your arms around him as you nipped at his shoulder from the immense wave that washed over you. Fred laughed with such confidence it brought you back to life as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m almost there. Do you want me to keep going?” Fred panted, brushing a hair out of your face and kissing you on the forehead.

“Yes, please,” You relaxed back, feeling absolutely crazed. Fred dropped his head again and you reached up to trail kisses down his neck. “You fuck me so well, Fred.”

Your praise sent Fred over the edge and he unsheathed himself with a groan, spilling himself on your stomach. Fred collapsed beside you with a heave, then moved quickly to help clean you off. He climbed back into bed with you, pulling you close with a kiss.

“Telling the truth pays off, huh?”

“That, or Potions class.”

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley fic #veritaserum #shameless smut #fic braindump tbh i needed to write #i’m sorry if the formatting is weird i’m on my phone #i chose some random pic as the header sorry it’s a deep fried pic of shots lol

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cherry-rawr · 4 months

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Good Game

Warnings: p in v, cockwarming, 2007!Tom, Dom!Tom, Sub!Reader, whiny and bratty reader, somewhat mean Tom, slight degrading, praising, unprotected sex.

Description: Tom is basically a calm dude that can lose patience easily, so he obviously has to take it out in someway and he decided to do it on you. (In the best way possible)

Tom was playing his usual videogame, I'm not quite sure what that is about, but I know he enjoys it much, he would spend hours playing it if he could.

"Toooom" I called from his bed, I was laying in his bed while he was playing at his desk, I looked at him, he was so pretty when he was concentrated, the screen lights reflecting in his gorgeous features

"Yes baby?" he replied, glancing at me for an instant, his German accent thick, I blinked my big eyes at him

"Can we cuddle?" I asked softly, hoping for a positive reply since I felt myself craving for his lovely touch

"I'm sorry babe, I'm playing now" Tom said gently, giving me and apologetic look before going back to his game

"Pleaseee?" I asked, putting my hands together as I sat up on my knees on the bed

Tom thought about it "what about you come here and we can cuddle?" Tom suggested as he smiled, I wasted no time in getting up and walking to him, crawling on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck, his cologne filling my nostrils

"Mh...this is nice" I mumbled, my voice muffled by the skin if his neck as I buried my face there, inhaling deeply his comforting scent

"It's nice, now I'm enjoying my two favourite things" Tom chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around my waist as he kissed the side of my head

I chuckled and kissed his cheek, resting my head in the crook of his neck, I pouted a bit at the lack of attention, squirming around a bit and distracting Tom

"Baby, stay still, I promise I'll cuddle with you after this level" Tom said a bit serious and concentrated

I frowned and moved even more, trying to get his attention in a bratty way, until I felt him groaning annoyed as I made him loose his level

"I told you to stay still, didn't I?" Tom said annoyed and irritated, I frowned and pouted

"Cmon I'm bored..." I said looking at him and crossing my arms over my chest

"I'll give you something to entertain with then." Tom said as he grinned mischievously at me, making me gulp

!!!NSFW STARTING!!!

that's the last thing Tom has said, and now I'm here, sitting on his lap with his cock buried deep inside of me, making me whine and squirm for some friction that he denies me.

"Stay still or you won't come at all" Tom said as he kept playing with such a calm

he was filling me up so nicely, I wished he could just fuck me here and then, but instead he sat there, playing his game and ignoring my pleas

"P-please baby...I'm so sorry for making you lose that level..." I whimpered in his ear, trying to make him feel sympathy, but he stood by his choice

"I know you are, now let me finish this level and I might fuck you" Tom said calmly, I whined and tried to stay still, but without success I kept squirming

"You can't even fucking stay still, can you?!" Tom said as he angrily slammed down his controller, making me wince in fear, he laid me on the desk roughly

"I-I'm sorry baby, please..." I gasped and looked up at him

"No, bad girls deserve punishments, especially you" Tom said angrily, he suddenly started thrusting roughly into me, making me let out cries and sobs, I felt so sensitive after being sat on his cock for so long

"Slow down-!" I gasped out in between sounds of pleasure "no fucking way" Tom said roughly as he used all his anger out on me, in the best way possible.

he kept pounding into me, letting out small groans as he repeatedly hit my sweet spot, his cock dragging along my gummy walls, making me feel mushy and dizzy

"Tom-" i cried out in a gasp, sobbing and scratching his back, he easily got the message, I was close, he reached between us, his hand sneaking between my legs and circling my sensitive clit, making my back arch and forcing a sharp cry out of my throat

"Oh my god...Tom-!" I gasped and gripped at his biceps as tears streamed down my cheeks from the intense pleasure, Tom looked into my eyes with that intense glare

"Cmon baby, 'm close too..." Tom said breathlessly between pants and groans, while I squirmed and hugged him close

with one last sharp thrust directly into my sweet spot, I saw white, clenching tightly around him "Tom~!" I cried out his name and came, arching my back into his rough touch

Tom felt me tightening around him, his face buried into my neck, biting deeply the tender skin as he came with a muffled groan, filling me up with his love

"That was...amazing..." I managed to breath out between gasps for air "you kinda deserved that..." Tom said with a breathless chuckle as he kissed my cheek

Notes: this was so fun to write, I'm sorry it took so long but I had health problems, well I hope you liked it, you can ask for more stories in my mailbox, bye bye babes :3

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x you

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hellfire-wren · 7 months

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I Want You | eddie munson smut

note: this is for an anon request, so whoever you are i hope you enjoy it! if you want to see the full ask, just check my last req post!!

WARNING! MINORS DNI! 18+

Tonight was the night. You had it all planned out. Wayne was out at work, so you could go to Eddie’s. It was happening, and it was happening tonight.

You were going to lose your virginity to Eddie Munson.

———

Eddie answered the door before your hand could even touch the door to knock. He swung the door open, grinning down at you. He didn’t know you were planning this tonight, but he knew you were a virgin. He was so sweet to you and you wanted it to be him. He was the one.

“Hey, beautiful,” he beamed at you. “How we doing today?”

“‘m good, Edds,” you reached up to wrap your arms around him. He smelled like weed and cologne. His signature scent. “I missed you.”

“Missed you, too, sweet girl.” He pulled back and landed a kiss on your forehead. “Wanna go watch the movie?” You shook your head ‘yes’ and stepped into the trailer, letting Eddie lead the way back to his room.

———

You were antsy. Your mind was not focused on the movie Eddie had chosen, you could only think about how much you wanted Eddie. You were practically sitting on his lap right now, legs swung over his on his bed, and Eddie’s hands on you was not helping you concentrate.

God, his hands. What that man could do with them blew your mind, and you were sure he could do just the same or more with his—

“You okay, (Y/N)?” Eddie’s voice interrupted your dirty thoughts.

“Mhmm,” you sighed a bit. “Just really into this movie.” Lie. Eddie knew it, too.

“Mm,” his brows furrowed a bit. “I don’t think you were. You were kinda just looking down.” You glanced down at Eddie’s hands again and began to blush. “What is it, sweet girl?”

His eyes followed yours, straight to his hands. His face became full of confusion, glancing back up at you. You did the know how to say it.

“You have pretty hands.” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you. Eddie’s confusion wiped away, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Do I, now?” He laughed, looking at his hands. He was trying to find what you thought was so special about them. “Is it the rings? I mean, yeah they’re kinda sexy rings.”

You giggled and shook your head.

“What? What are you thinking about my hands for?” Eddie’s voice got low, sending a shudder down your back. “Thinking about last week at the park when we found that old treehouse and I-“

You cut him off by burying your head in his shoulder and giggling again.

“I was thinking about..” you started, cautiously. “Well, you’re so good with your hands. I wondered how well you work with.. other things” you trailed off.

Eddie’s eyes searched your face, wondering how sure you were about this. He knew you were a virgin, it didn’t scare him, but he knew he had to make sure you were comfortable. You knew he’d take good care of you.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Eddie asked you. You nodded your head. “It’s happening tonight?” You nodded again. Eddie playfully put his hand over his heart.

“Well, I’m honored you would choose me to defl-“ You punched Eddie in the arm softly before he could finish his sentence, laughing at his silly little jokes.

“I’m 100% sure, yes, Edds.” You wrapped your arms around him and swung a leg over to sit on his lap. “I want you.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” Eddie trailed off and let his hands roam over your body, reaching the bottom of your shirt. “How can I resist?”

He slipped your shirt over your head and began kissing your skin everywhere he could reach. Soon enough, you were both fully unclothed and Eddie was on top of you.

“Are you-“ “Yes, Eddie.” You cut him off, smiling up at him gently. Eddie lowered himself to be face level with your lips, hooking an arm underneath one of your legs. His brown eyes beamed up at you, he always thought you looked best like this, waiting for him to touch you. You gasped as his mouth connected with your center and your hand immediately went to his long brown hair.

Eddie was good at what he did, pleasing you, and he would do it however he could. Moans fall from your mouth as Eddie enters a finger into you, then two. His pace is slow, but not too slow. He knows just how to bring you right to the edge.

As soon as he started to feel your legs shake, you could feel a smile forming on his face as he lapped at you, knowing you were close. Looking down at him, you could tell he was enjoying himself, and definitely wanted more.

“Eds, please,” you whined at him. “I need you.”

He loved hearing you beg, but hearing you say you needed him right now of all times, was music to his ears. Eddie didn’t stop though, not until you came on his fingers. Not until you were a shaking mess for him.

Eddie went to go put his fingers to his mouth, but stuttered with his movements. You could see the gears turning in his head. As if he’d done it a thousand times before, Eddie reached his hand up to your mouth. Your mouth fell open and you felt his fingers touch your tongue.

“Taste yourself, sweets?” he laughed a bit, coming up to kiss you on the cheek. “You ready?” You nodded at him. “Lemme hear you say it, sweet girl.” God, this man knew what he was doing.

“I want you to fuck me,” you pulled your hands up to wrap around his shoulders, spreading your legs for him once more “I need you to.”

Without a second thought, Eddie slowly pushed himself into you. Pain. It stung, but you bit your lip and pushed your head into Eddie’s shoulder.

“I got you, baby,” Once Eddie was fully in you, he paused for a moment to let you adjust. He took this moment to kiss all over your collarbone, taking a small bite here and there. There will definitely be marks later. Oh well. “God, you feel so good.”

Eddie slowly started moving his hips and the pain faded more with each stroke. Your eyes rolled back a bit, finally allowing yourself moan softly. Your moans drove Eddie wild, leading him to go harder and harder into you. Eddie moved himself to look into your eyes as he thrust into you, putting a hand on the side of your face. Without thinking, you moved your head to put his thumb in your mouth and licked at his finger. Eddie was a mess for you, moaning and whimpering about how good you felt.

His hand slid off your face and down to your neck, you saw him glance back up at you, asking for permission. You nodded and felt his grip get tighter around your neck. He pushed himself up, choking you softly. You moved a hand up and gripped it tighter and he smiled, realizing you wanted it rougher.

“My girl.” He mumbled, half-jokingly. His hips sped up their pace, slamming into you harder than before. Eddie fucking Munson was choking you right now, making your mind go numb. Holy shit. “Wanna let me try something for you?” He didn’t stop moving his hips to let you properly answer.

You gave a quick ‘mhmm’ and before you knew it, Eddie was flipping you onto your hands and knees and he was back inside you. Eddie was hitting the perfect spot like this. Oh god, you thought. His hand reached up and wrapped itself in your hair, pulling your head back to his shoulder. Oh, GOD.

Your legs started to shake again, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take much more.

“Eddie,” you warned, panting almost.

“Yeah, sweet girl?” You didn’t have to answer him. He knew you were going to cum soon. He knew how good he was making you feel right now.

Just a few seconds after, your legs started to give out and Eddie let go of your hair, letting you fall into the mattress. He pulled your hips back into his, not stopping until you were there. As you rode your high out, he kept going. He was going to cum soon, too. His legs were just about as wobbly as yours.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he panted, letting out a small whimper. Thrusting a few more times, he pulled put of you and came on your back. You felt him move to grab something, realizing he had a rag to wipe you off with. “You’re so hot.” He gave your butt a small smack.

You giggled and nuzzled into his arm, Eddie stroking your hair. You were glad he was the one, especially with how good that felt. God, I can’t wait to do that again.

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson angst #eddie munson could get it any day

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mxrtified777 · 2 months

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same anon from last time. please tell me all you know about fragrances, it's really nice to read your thoughts about it and ive always wanted to know more, but didn't know where to start

Hell yes, class is officially in session. Welcome to Fragrance 101, hosted by yours truly, Mr. Christopher. I hope you remembered to bring a pen and a piece of paper.

To start, there are MANY ways of organizing scents, but the main 7 types that you'll usually see are Fruity, Floral, Woodsy, Gourmand, Citrus, Fresh, and Spicy. (Resins and Balsams are also important, but only a few are commonly used in popular perfumery.) These are the most basic categories used for sorting individual notes, for example: Caramel is a Gourmand note, Cinnamon is a Warm Spicy note, and Iris is a White Floral note.

There are roughly 14 types of broader 'scent categories,' consisting of Floral Oriental (iris, vanilla, rose), Soft Oriental (incense, amber, musk), Oriental (cinnamon, cloves, amber, resin), Woody Oriental (amber, sandalwood), Woody (cedar, sandalwood, patchouli, mahogany), Dry Woods (leather, tobacco, cedar), Aromatic (lavender, sage, rosemary), Citrus (lemon, bergamot, grapefruit), Aquatic (salt, sand, driftwood), Green (tea leaves, herbs), Fruity (berries, peach, lychee, its a long list), Floral (peony, lilac, ylang ylang), and Soft Floral (jasmine, tuberose, iris). Note the order of these categories! They all bleed into each other a little; something important to note when assessing the harmony of a fragrance.

Furthermore, fragrances are commonly sorted into seasons as well, useful when picking out a signature fragrance when the weather changes. Personally, i find it easiest to have the broad categories sorted into seasons when i'm picking out a fragrance for a person or a character, but these are entirely sorted by me: Green, Floral* and Soft Floral* are Spring notes; Citrus, Aquatic and Fruity* are Summer notes; Floral Oriental*, Woody Oriental and Woody are Autumn notes; Soft Oriental, Oriental, Mossy Woods, Dry Woods, and Aromatic are Winter notes. I tend to pick out seasons for people based on their preferred (or inferred) aesthetics and preferences, not the season they were born in, though of course you could do it that way.

*Fruity notes are used in nearly everything, but i personally associate that sweet tang with summer. Floral notes are also commonly used in fragrances regardless of their season.

There are multiple concentrations when it comes to fragrance, ranging from Eau Fraiche to Parfum. Each level of intensity is marked by a certain percentage of fragrance concentration; Eau Fraiche has 1-3% (lasts ~2 hours), Eau de Cologne has 2-4% (lasts ~3-4 hours), Eau de Toilette has 5-15% (lasts ~5 hours), Eau de Parfum has 15-20% (lasts ~6-8 hours), and Parfum, being the highest level of concentration, has 20-40% (lasts ~10-14 hours). The longevity of perfume also depends on your skin and how hydrated it is; perfume is alcohol based and will stick much better onto hydrated, lotioned skin.

Speaking of perfume depending on your skin, your skin chemistry can actually effect the way a fragrance smells on you. Some perfumes are marked as "not a safe blind buy," meaning that it tends to vary frequently on the wearers. My favorite example of this is Secretions Magnifiques, a REVOLTING fragrance that im obsessed with. (i wouldn't recommend looking at it if you have a sensitive stomach.)

Getting into brands is a whole other thing, so if you're interested in that, i would recommend visiting your local Macy's or Ulta and inquiring someone there about it. The culture behind individual fragrances is quite an interesting thing, at least to me it is.

I believe that just about covers the basics! Fragrantica is a wonderful (though somewhat limited) website to peruse through if you're interested in this kind of stuff :)

#chrisdom #fragrance #long post #i had to whip out my notebook for this one LOL

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bropunzeling · 6 months

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For director's commentary, anything you care to share for marriage bets, please and thank you! (They reach such breathtaking heights of stupidity, god I love them.)

ty anon! i love these absolute losers too. for you, the section from the spain chapter (my fave chapter 😊) where matthew says he's leaving calgary:

They settle up the tab, then start on their walk back to the hotel. As they walk, they stay close enough together that their elbows bump every other step [i loved writing the constant physical contact in this section. it does a lot of things: show you what kind of person leon is (demonstrative!); get at their increasing comfort with each other; it's also like, when you're with someone long distance, you do get more touchy feely than normal (or at least that was really the case in my experience!)], while Leon tells him more about his childhood, about where he grew up. Matthew comes away with only a hazy impression of Cologne itself, but a much clearer one of Leon’s family. Learning to skate surrounded by his dad’s teammates. Having Kim send him song suggestions when he got homesick as a teenager in Saskatchewan. Cooking lessons with his mom, most of which went badly, but a few things turned out okay.

Mostly, Matthew can see how much Leon likes them. Even though he must only get to see them for snatches of time, a few weeks a year. [i love the family/distance/loneliness themes in this fic a lot and i especially love it as a form of common ground for them to start building a real relationship. i may have said before but there was some post-trade quote from daryl sutter about matthew seeming lonely/spending all his time at the rink that really really informed this fic and the themes, and having the compare/contrast with leon was a nice like, foundational thing to build on]

“You must miss them,” Matthew says during a break in Leon’s recollections, as they wait for a crosswalk light to turn.

“I…” Leon trails off, then shrugs. “I mean, it’s been hard,” he says. “Pretty much always, but especially with—you know.”

“Yeah,” Matthew says. He does know. Even though there was only half the distance between himself and his own family, he knows. [they have more in common than they think! they can relate to each other!] He looks at the light on the other side of the street, focusing on the red man stopping them from stepping onto empty pavement. [spent [redacted] amount of time looking up spanish crosswalk signals like do they ALSO have the little red man in the hat?] “Do you ever think about moving back? Being closer?”

“And give up NHL hockey?” Leon clicks his tongue as he shakes his head. “No way. I want to play with guys at my level, you know?” [trade offs and what you'll do for what you want - another eternal theme in the jess bropunzeling catalog]

“No, no, I know,” Matthew says quickly. “But if that wasn’t an issue? Would you?”

This time, Leon sighs. “I don’t know,” he finally says. “Maybe.” [leon is lonely too!!!! when i was restarting this fic again (i had finished approximately the first two chapters and then took a 6 months hiatus for girl!leon reasons) and trying to figure out the flow, figuring out this aspect of leon's characterization for the fic really unlocked somrthing for me, because i needed a reason for them to want to continue besides sexual attraction, and once this hit me i was like duh!!! he's lonely, and this flirtation/connection to matthew is assuaging that loneliness]

The light turns. They start crossing. Matthew does his best not to stagger as all the drinks they’ve been having catch up with him.

Once they’ve crossed the street, Leon clears his throat. Matthew looks over at him, but Leon’s looking ahead. “It’s like,” he says, frowning in concentration. “Edmonton is good, right? Like, the guys, Connor and Ryan and Tyson and everyone—they’re great. The best.” [i was writing this around the time tyson barrie got traded and leon was SO SAD in his depression beige ensemble that i was like more tyson! it all needs more tyson!which then led to another fave scene of leon drunk dialing matthew from darnell's wedding] Matthew thinks about interrupting, saying something about his own impressions of Oilers past and present, but that would ruin the moment, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. “And I’ve been—it’s been good, the team, and everything. But.” Leon shrugs. “It’s not a good town to be alone in.” [no shade to the city of edmonton but there is not enough sunlight in the winter imo] [also like. being a pillar of the team in THAT town and not having someone else who gets it and can support you (without being a teammate, who would only be intimately tied to your struggle/unable to see things from the outside)? it would suck! i think!]

Matthew should say something. He doesn’t know what. He settles for swaying closer to Leon, for bringing them back into contact again. [touch touch touch] Judging by the way Leon doesn’t move away, that’s enough.

“So,” Leon says. “I don’t know. If there was an option to play closer to home… maybe.”

Matthew nods. Puts one foot carefully in front of the other, trying not to trip and stumble. Walking down the sidewalk, in a city he’s never been to before and may never visit again, his shoulder brushing against Leon’s with every other step, he has that soap bubble feeling again of suspension, impermanence. Like he’s somewhere where none of the rules matter, where he can say the things he’s been thinking about for weeks and they won’t become real yet. [i just like this paragraph a lot! that feeling of being somewhere unreal because it's late and you're drunk and sharing big secrets]

Things like: “I’m leaving.”

There’s a pause. Then, Leon says, in a tone Matthew doesn’t think he could decipher even if he were sober, “You’re leaving here early?” [poor leon is panicking so bad here and trying so hard not to show it]

Matthew shakes his head, hard enough that his vision spins. “No, no, not here. I mean—I’m leaving Calgary.” [also tipsy conversations are great for those little moments of miscommunication because the drunk mind really does make those leaps, so you can believably have people say one thing and have it interpreted another way without it being obnoxious]

Leon exhales, hard. “Oh.”

Another pause. Matthew looks up at where the palm trees are swaying and the stars are beginning to blink into appearance; stops when he starts to get dizzy. Fuck, they drank a lot tonight. When he stumbles, something catches him before he can eat it on the pavement. Leon’s hand, warm around his elbow. [TOUCH TOUCH TOUCH also like, leon just thrives in supportive boyfriend mode. he wants to be Supportive Boyfriend Leon so bad.] That makes it easier to explain. “I wasn’t—I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Most of this season, to be honest. But I wanted to get through the playoffs first. Wanted to—we were good, me and Johnny, and Lindy, and Marky. Solid. We could’ve—but we didn’t. And then I was—it’s really sucked, the last couple years. Not being able to go home, or see my family, or do anything, you know? All I have in Calgary is hockey, and we didn’t measure up.” He shrugs. Leon keeps holding on, which is—nice. “So. I’m gonna leave.”

They take a few more steps in silence. When Leon speaks, it’s very quiet. “Do you know where you’re going to go?”

Matthew shrugs again. “Not sure yet. East, probably. Tampa. Florida. Carolina. Maybe even St. Louis. I haven’t decided.” [catch me spending so much time reading that article in the athletic about how the trade went down just to inform this one paragraph]

Leon hums. Matthew imagines he can feel it, from somewhere deep in Leon’s chest traveling down his arm and up Matthew’s, until it finds a home in his ribs. [is this a little flowery? maybe, but i like it so it stayed] “It’ll be different. Not playing against you as much.”

That startles a laugh out of Matthew. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll hate it. Battle of Alberta is going to be way more boring.” [flirt flirt flirt. in all seriousness though, i like this as a tension break, obviously, but also like - leon expressing something he means (bc he's very straightforward) and matthew treating it lightly/as an opportunity for a joke/to break the tension is just a nice way to demonstrate how they're far apart, still, in how they understand their relationship to each other. but also flirt flirt flirt]

“Maybe that’ll be nice,” Leon says lightly. “I could do with fewer bruises.” [you love the bruises you horny freaks]

“Come on, don’t lie. You’re gonna miss having me there.” Matthew grins, then feels it fade as what he’s said sinks in. Leon knows now. Leon could tell—someone. “Fuck, now you’ll have an advantage. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.” He stops talking, squinting at the streetlights. “Why am I telling you this?” [i love this beat too! matthew tells leon his secrets almost without meaning to bc acknowledge it or not they trust each other now]

Leon’s hand tightens around his elbow, then loosens again. “I don’t know. Because I’m your husband, I guess?” [trying so hard to seem casual but he is sosososo not casual]

“Not a good one,” Matthew says, unable to stop himself from teasing.

“Hey.” On his next step, Leon bangs his shoulder straight into Matthew’s, hard enough to nearly send him off the sidewalk and into the street. [flirty! and yet again - physical contact bc theyre together and can do that now] The only reason he doesn’t fall over is because of Leon’s grip on his arm. “This trip was my idea, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, because you were an asshole to me,” Matthew points out as he rights himself. [matthew is gonna milk that as much as he can lol] “It’s gonna take more than a nice vacation to make up for that.”

“Yeah?” Now Leon’s hand is sliding, traveling down to Matthew’s wrist, and then further, to wrap around his palm. [i love people holding hands bc i am a sap] “What else do I have to do, then?”

Matthew hums as loudly and obnoxiously as possible, [it is so important to me that they are both so obnoxious even when having important romantic moments] flexing his hand, testing Leon’s grip. “I’ll think about it.”

Leon laughs, but doesn’t let go. “You do that.”

“I will.” Matthew nods. “Gonna give you a—fuck, what’s the word. Fair shot.”

“That’s generous.”

“I’m a generous guy.” [i love banter!!!! for a romcom to romcom there must be banter!!!!! it's why the questions and the spain sequence were so fun to write]

“Even if it might help me win?” [OK so ORIGINALLY i did not have this line or the next exchange in my first draft, bc one of the things i was trying to do in this whole second half of the fic (from leon's apology up until leon's attempt to actually propose) was have you, the reader, and matthew, the pov character, just -- forget about the bet. it needed to seem and feel realer and realer, because what was happening between them was turning into a real relationship with a true sense of connection and honesty and sincerity, so (a) you get where leon is coming from with the proposal (bc his feelings are real! it's real to him! it has been for months! he thinks matthew would say yes!) and (b) MATTHEW can suddenly remember the bet and react so so badly because he wants that sincerity so much and thinks it was never there, and then you get him telling leon he won the bet and it all comes crashing down :)

the point being: i didn't have this and then my beta was like are you gonna bring up the bet??? because i keep forgetting there's a bet, and i was like okay i am maybe doing my job too well, we can have ONE more mention before the build up in chapters 7 and 8]

It takes a moment for the chirp to register. When it does, there’s a second where Matthew’s not sure what to say. He keeps forgetting about that part, the part where it’s a competition. There’s something about being here that’s made it slip his mind. [and this is why my beta was right bc then i can point to my own tricks hohoho] The wine, maybe, or the weather. Or Leon’s fingers, warm around Matthew’s hand. [also i just like these two sentences. hand holding!]

“Even then,” Matthew says. Adds, “But you’re not gonna win.” [competitive freaks in love :)]

Leon’s laugh is startled, pleased. Or at least, Matthew thinks it is. He’s pretty sure. “We’ll see about that.” [and he DOES win. he's a great husband :)]

#ask meme #marriage bets

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fairlyabookie · 2 years

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A Watchful Eye

Author's note: Day 4 of Promptober: Sneaking Glances. Enjoy!

In the quiet abode of a library in Crewel’s residence, both professor and assistant concentrate on a bundle of papers, classwork and homework students have submitted from assessments to essays regarding theories of alchemy. Tranquility save for the occasional scratching of pens on paper reign the library’s acoustics.

From the corner of his eye, Crewel glimpses [Reader], their frame hunkered down, their eyes flickering about in contemplative rumination. A frown makes its way to his lips when he heard the tell-tale tap-tap on the tile.

“Pet, you’re fidgeting. Do I need to get a cup of tea for you?”

Crewel’s stern voice split the silence in his private library.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, Crewel. Thank you.”

[Reader] replies timidly, their eyes plastered on paperwork. The professor clicks his tongue, furling his paperwork into a cylinder shape.

“From the way you’re shaking, pet. I don’t think you’re fine.”

A swift bonk to the head prompts [Reader] to stiffen, their eyes levelling to their superior’s backside. His footsteps click sharply on tile, commanding authority and attention in his wake. One can smell a strong aroma of fresh leather and sandalwood lingering in the air, presumably coming from Crewel himself.

[Reader] lets their attention falter, their eyes returning to the papers in front of him. Intelligible handwriting on alchemy papers had already strained their eyes after hours of grading. Not another headache, they sigh, pinching the bridge of their nose.

“Pet.”

Warm apple cinnamon intermixing with Crewel’s cologne permeates [Reader]’s senses, a sense of comfort befalling them.

“Thanks for the tea.”

[Reader] regards their superior with a nod, their headache improving slightly. Crewel scoffs, ruffling their head playfully.

“Go take a break. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thanks, Boss.”

The assistant hands off the partially graded paperwork to him and settles for a leather sofa. Fatigue was definitely getting to them; closing their eyes for just a moment, they thought they saw numbers and incorrect answers to a theory question.

Sleep was impossible at this rate, but [Reader] needed it. They were working nonstop under their superior’s guise, while enduring berating comments from him time to time. Not that they minded anyway - it was worth to have something to do than doing nothing.

They try ignoring the pang of guilt from shouldering the responsibility of grading students’ paperwork to Crewel. Don’t think about it, [Reader] chides themselves, letting their eyes drift to his silhouette.

Black and white fur framing his shoulders, his stature was poised even when grading terrible alchemy papers. His dress shirt, white and crisp, complimented his shoulders, fit and broad for a man in his prime. It wouldn’t hurt to ask him for a hug, wouldn’t it? To see how those shoulders work in action and see how-

What the hell am I doing? Heat rushes up to [Reader]’s cheeks. Most folks say that exhaustion is a fatal catalyst to one’s emotions, and unfortunately, they didn’t like that expression one bit. The thought was intrusive, to say the least, and perhaps salacious, both Crewel and [Reader] were working professionals after all, as teacher and teacher assistant with duties dedicated to the students. They shuffle to their side, seeing nothing but the sleek black leather of the sofa, a feeble attempt to evade those strange thoughts.

~ ~ ~

“Very well, now that we’re finished..”

Divus puts down his grading pen, relief tinging his voice as he peers over his shoulder for his teacher assistant. To his amusement, [Reader] was still sleeping peacefully, their backside to him in a fetal position. What a carefree, little pet. He chuckles to himself.

If he were in a worse mood than he was earlier in the day, he would’ve berated the teacher assistant about slacking off, but judging from their slumbering state, Crewel had maybe pushed them a little too hard.

“Rest all you can, Pet.”

A husky whisper tickles [Reader]’s ears, following a heavy warmth by their midst. The comforting scent of masculinity and new cars, belonging to no one other than Crewel Divus, sent them to the land of dreams.

Yet, before they can fully enjoy the freedom of their dreams, a little footnote of a thought lingered in their mind:

Divus will always have work for them in any force or form, regardless if [Reader] were to be on break.

I’m in danger.

[Reader] sighs to themselves as they venture to the world of dreams.

#handle with care #promptober #twst x reader #twst divus #divus crewel #twisted wonderland divus

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raitrolling · 6 months

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The Craving

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Celise glanced out the train window, watching the scenery pass by. Ordinarily they would have been much more interested in watching the other passengers, examining their small habits, surreptitiously taking notes on their behaviour, trying to deduce what kind of person they must be by witnessing this tiny slice of their life.

But, it was hard to concentrate on the living when one so desperately craves consuming them.

The last time they left town to visit Tuuya they were accompanied by Vallis and his disturbingly-familiar pet, the cuspblood having trapped them against the window to prevent them from escaping and feasting on the irresistible meat bags that were aboard the carriage without trying to climb over him first.

Meat bags, they grimaced, they didn’t know if it was better or worse to de-personify what they hunger for the most.

Without the cephalopod troll to distract them, they felt antsy, famished. They hadn’t wanted to see him again, but he did function as a decent roadblock when required. They drummed their fingers against their thighs as an attempted distraction, ears twitching at the sound of their slightly-sticky fingers hitting the papers on their lap.

It was a copy of their latest screenplay, one they had emailed to their boss Aysnir for a review. As always, he loved it and thought it was brilliant. And as always, he wanted to meet with them in person to discuss it.

It was Celise’s usual psychological horror fare written into an approximately one hundred minute film, but for once they had incorporated something a lot more personal into it.

Something the zombie-loving indigoblood might actually approve of without edits.

Obskur Productions was a modest-sized studio, its movie budgets funded primarily through the owner’s seemingly-endless riches. Props were made in-house, and when Celise passed the workshop they spotted two of their co-workers constructing fake sci-fi technology by sticking hivehold objects to cardboard boxes and spraypainting them chrome. They were too engrossed in their work to notice the screenplay writer pass by, but Celise never cared to speak with their colleagues anyway.

They walked onto the only sound stage within the building, in which one of the sets was in the middle of being constructed. Befitting the props of the previous room, the scene around them was supposed to resemble a Fleetship interior, every square inch covered in futuristic chrome and blinding white lights. The brighter the stage, the more the special effects would stand out, the director had declared.

Celise remembered what this film was supposed to be. They wrote a scene about a spacefarer on a solo trip, but the ship loses power and they end up drifting aimlessly through space. The isolation would slowly drive the protagonist mad, oxygen levels and food rations would deplete over the course of the movie, and they would be convinced they were hearing something aboard the ship with them…

Aysnir wanted aliens. Giant insectoid aliens that crawl through the vents, with needle teeth and Xenomorph-style second jaws, and an ovipositor tail that’ll implant its eggs into unsuspecting trolls until they hatch and its young will explode out of their victim’s stomach.

It was such a stupid idea. The frog troll clenched their teeth, glaring straight ahead. This set design was meant to be clinical, sanitised, alien, familiar yet wholly unwelcoming and hostile. Not the stage for even more pointless blood splatters and weird bodily explosions.

While they were occupied by their own raging thoughts, they heard footsteps approach them - albeit dulled, thanks to how their senses had altered as a result of their undeath. What was more apparent to them was the smell, the expensive citrus and sandalwood cologne belonging to Aysnir Obskur could not hide that irresistible scent of healthy highblood flesh.

“Hey, hey, hey, Celise! How’s my brilliant little writer going?”

Celise was brought back to reality and tensed as the director approached them from behind, giving them a hearty slap on the back and a winning grin.

“It’s… It’s okay,” they murmured, quickly averting their eyes once their gazes met.

“I am loving the make-up, by the way, verrry spooky! Getting all geared up for Fright Night? Or wanting to become a double threat and get up on our stage?” the indigoblood laughed, and patted Celise’s cheek… Then made a small grimace and wiped his hand on his pants, feeling the slimy residue on their face.

Celise grumbled in response, which sounded vaguely like a croak. Their undead state seemed to have altered the vocal cords along all the other physical changes, making them much more froglike in nature.

“You, um… You wanted to speak to me about my latest script?” They attempted to re-rail the conversation.

“Yes! Of course! Come with me to my office, we have much to discuss!” Aysnir switched gears, patting the screenplay writer on the shoulder and then giving them a light push in the direction of his office.

Celise never liked how touchy he was. They bit their lip in annoyance, but obediently followed after.

The halls leading to Aysnir’s office were lined with posters of all his favourite movies: The Rainbowdrinker Beach Babes series, Zombie Apocalypse Gorefest 5000, Night of the Killer Zombie Boyfriends, Hurricane Piranha 8D, The Night Flesh-Eating Tapeworm Shifters Ate My Lusus… Celise remembered all their original screenplays for each film, before they were gutted, defiled, perverted. Stripped away of all nuance and artistic integrity, and turned into vapid and lowbrow schlock to suit the director’s own tastes.

‘He will always kill the heart of them and bring them back wrongly,’ Tuuya had told them.

They clutched their latest screenplay close to their chest. But what if this time…?

Celise had seen the interior of Aysnir’s office so many times the eclectic mix of decorations hardly phased them anymore. Most of them were props from previous films, but there were also the very imposing mannequins wearing costume replicas of Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees positioned behind the director’s desk. On the centre of the wall was a signed photograph of Aysnir shaking hands with the director of Sharknado, apparently one of his proudest moments.

They politely sat down on the chair closest to them, and placed their screenplay neatly in front of them. Aysnir did not take his seat at his desk, instead opting to casually lean against it next to them. He always liked to pretend that formalities were below him, he was a cool boss.

Celise was the first to speak.

“So, um… What- What did you think…?”

“Oh, it’s great! Brilliant as always!” Aysnir replied immediately, and seemingly without any thought. “You added a zombie in it without me needing to ask! Very enthusiastic, love it, love it a lot.”

Celise smiled a little. They knew it, their script about a freshly-turned zombie struggling with their new cravings is finally a hit with him. Quite possibly the sole good thing about their new condition is that it gave them the inspiration to pour all their feelings into a new movie, and ways people can understand their struggles without knowing exactly how real it is-

“Buuut…” The director smiled sheepishly, and looked apologetic at the cuspblood. But not in a way that’s genuinely apologetic, as the jovial tone easily betrayed any notion of empathy. He was clearly going through the motions to let them down gently.

As he always did.

Celise stayed quiet, and prepared for the worst.

“It’s, well…” Aysnir waved his hand, “You’re doing the thing you always do, Celise. The horror part is always implied!”

He clears his throat, and picks up the screenplay on the desk and flicks through to the offending segment. It’s never a good sign when the director knows exactly where it is.

“‘A series of rapid cuts. Chisma’s bloodstained hands. A brief flash of the half-eaten corpse. An eyeball between teeth. An abstract spray of blood and the squelch of viscera. Scenes too quick for the audience to properly comprehend, but feel all the same.’ Like, this imagery is amazing - brilliant, even - but, the audience wants to see the gore and viscera! And no one likes confusing, dreamlike stories anymore, they want to be told exactly what’s happening on the screen so they don’t have to read an article about a confusing ending afterwards.”

The indigoblood shrugged, then flashed his usual blindingly bright grin. One that he thinks is reassuring, but instead feels patronising.

“So, whaddaya say we scrap all that scene, and then go real hard on the special effects to show the zombie eating his friend in as hi-res detail as possible? The audience? Will love it, it’ll make them squirm, make them scream, make them wanna recommend it to their friends as the most horrifying film they’ve ever watched!”

Celise bit their lip and clenched their fists in their lap. It- It’s still not good enough?

“But, that’s… I thought you would…” They look away, unsure how to convince their boss how to keep his hands off their script once more.

“Like it?” Aysnir completed their sentence, slightly incredulous. Then he laughs. “Of course I like it! Love it, even. You know how talented you are, and I am oh-so-lucky to have you! But we’re not just a movie production company, we’re a business. We gotta give the audience what they want, and I know what that is. We’re the perfect team! You come up with your brilliant little ideas-” He points at Celise, “and I make them marketable.” He points back at himself.

Of course. It’s about marketability. As if movies are a product, not an art. A means to get people in cinema seats paying full price tickets to see something mediocre, but the quality of the work doesn’t matter as long as the funds go back into Aysnir’s pockets.

It was sickening. Celise felt their stomach growl.

“But, um, I don’t- I don’t want them to be marketable,” they said, softly, uncertain.

Aysnir made a shocked face. “Huh? You don’t want to be a star? You don’t want trolls of all demographics flooding into theatres all over to witness your brilliant works?”

“I, um- I do, but-”

“Fantastic! I always knew you were a go-getter!” The indigoblood pointed two fingerguns at Celise. “Buuut, that means we gotta ix-nay the ubtleties-say, y’know what I’m saying? Trust me, I want you to succeed, buddy. That’s why we have these meetings! To figure out how to put a bit of extra elbow grease in, and fine tune that baby until she purrs!”

Celise felt the bile rise in their throat. Saliva bubbled up in their mouth, and they had to stop themselves from growling. The more he talked, the more frustrated they felt. And that just made them hungry.

‘Do not be Sisyphus, Celise,’ Tuuya’s warning popped into their mind once more, ‘He will always change things because he cannot appreciate them as they are.’

They shook their head, and stood up, looking Aysnir dead in the eye.

“No, you don’t understand. I- I don’t want to write something appealing, I want to write something I want. I want to write something special! If people don’t get it, then that’s- That’s their problem!”

Aysnir looked shocked at this outburst for a moment, but then laughed. He put both his hands on Celise’s shoulders.

“Celise, buddy, let’s stay cool, alright?” He grinned.

Celise did not calm down one bit, instead they just felt patronised. They chewed on their lip, and if blood were still pumping through their veins, they would certainly be feeling it start to boil.

“I get it, you want to write your snazzy little horror flick, but in this industry, niche doesn’t work. We’re not arthouse, none of our audience is here for things that make them want to think. I’ve been telling you this over and over again, but I guess you’re just a stubborn little frog, aren’t you?” His tone was light, as if he were speaking to a child, and he continued to pat their shoulders as he spoke.

A low gravely croak rumbled through Celise’s throat. That feeling of hunger was becoming too much to bear.

“No, you’re- You’re the one who isn’t listening!” They snapped.

Aysnir, true to how he always acted, was unfazed. In fact, he seemed to find it a bit amusing.

“Woah, there! How about we take that tone down just a couple notches? I’m listening, I’m always listening, that’s why I always have so many ideas about how to make your ideas better! So, how about we take a breather, relax for a few minutes, and then we’ll hit rewind and go back to the talk about making the zombie scarier?” He took his hands off Celise so he could twirl a finger in a circular motion, gesturing for them to circle back to their previous discussion - or imply that he thinks they’re losing their marbles.

‘He can never bend or break, he can only be tossed aside.’

Celise couldn’t take it any more. Their breaths were heavy and ragged with rage, saliva was pouring out of their mouth, their stomach and jaws screamed at them for some release from this hunger.

Aysnir had noticed this shift in their behaviour, and finally stopped talking, realising that his screenplay writer’s outburst was not funny in the slightest. In fact, he seemed quite afraid of them.

But it was too late. Before their mind could keep up with their movements, they attacked in a starved daze.

The first thing they remember in that moment was their hands grabbing his neck, squeezing tighter and tighter, and their tongue wrapping around his face to muffle any screams, and before he could react the sound of a snap-

The second thing they remember was a flurry of indigo staining their hands and mouth, the overwhelming smell of fresh meat, a half-chewed mass of flesh in a shredded polo shirt, something no longer beating in their hand, and the squish of an eyeball between their teeth.

#drabble #celise shoket #aysnir obskur #uh. theres a lil bit of gore in this one so just a heads up #but if you read After Pain its no more graphic than that #anyway. take a shot every time aysnir says the world brilliant or celise bites their lip

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12 Things to Check before Buying Men’s Perfume

The world of men’s fragrance is changing. More and more men are becoming conscious about the fragrances they wear and want to smell good in every situation. There are some factors that should be checked before buying men’s perfume as It is a very important part of how a man presents himself to the world. It can make or break an impression.

The effect of perfumes on people is well-documented and it has been shown that people respond differently to different scents. Some are calming and soothing while others are invigorating and stimulating. This can have an effect on how someone interacts with you as well as how you interact with them.

Men’s perfumes are not just for the “rich man” anymore. They can be found at every price point and for any occasion: work, business meetings, weddings or dates, casual wear, or sportswear. You should check the real men perfume price in Bangladesh before buying perfumes.

12 Things to Check before Buying Men’s Perfume

Men often overlook the importance and benefits of good olfactory health. Although people’s sense of smell is very sensitive, men tend to use any deodorant that will help them smell better.

Here are some things to keep in mind if you’re thinking of buying a new perfume for yourself or any other man-

1. Keep Your Body’s Chemistry in Check

Your body chemistry should be your first priority. This is the most important aspect of choosing the right perfume for you. The wrong perfume can cause skin irritation and lead to mishaps.

There are some things you should remember when buying perfumes online. Always verify which family your perfume belongs to. These fragrance families include oriental, fresh, floral, and woody. Each has its own unique characteristics. Fresh fragrances contain citrus notes and aquatic scents like lime or pineapple. Floral fragrances typically contain jasmine, sandalwood, and rose notes. Woody fragrances are made with cedar wood, oak moss, and musk.

Always read the description of the perfume notes before buying something online. These notes are likely to suit your needs.

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2. Check The Difference Between Perfume and Cologne

When you search for a fragrance, you will often see the words – perfume and cologne. Many people don’t know the difference. They are often interchangeable, which can cause confusion and even lead to the wrong purchase.

The most important difference between the products is the number of fragrance oils used. Cologne contains a lower concentration of oils, while perfume has a higher level of fragrance. This means perfume will last longer than that cologne, but it will also be more expensive.

Cologne, also known as Eau De toilette or Eau de perfume, typically contains between 2 and 4 percent fragrance oils, while perfume can contain 15 to 20 percent. Cologne is usually marketed for men, but there are many fragrances for women that can be called cologne.

Perfume is usually more expensive because it has a higher level of fragrance oils. This does not necessarily mean that the scents of each perfume are stronger or less strong than the others. They last for different times.

3. Take a Look at His Personality

When it comes to fragrance, less is more. Men’s skin is usually thicker than that of women, so he probably has to spray more perfume than women. If you don’t feel it wafting off his skin in waves, then you aren’t getting the right scent. If he skips showering for a few days, this is a good time to consider a scent. You might choose a stronger and more masculine perfume set if he likes to rock climb or work outside.

4. Consider Your Preference

When purchasing perfumes, it is important to consider the season. Summer scents should be light, citrusy, and fruity.

If you are looking for a fragrance you can wear every day, you should look for something new and easy when you visit the perfume counter. If you are looking for a more special occasion scent, look for something more refined. These perfumes have a stronger smell and last longer on the skin.

5. Choose a Scent Depending on the Season

This is where “warm” and “cool” are used to describe the dominant characteristics of a fragrance. Warm fragrances smell like tropical scents such as sandalwood, vanilla, and musk. Cool fragrances smell like things that are found in the northern regions, such as pine trees.

Ask yourself what perfume reminds you to determine if it is warm or cold. If it reminds you of cream soda or baked goods, it will probably have a warm scent. It will be considered cool if it is reminiscent of flowers or grasses. To determine if it contains warmer or colder scents, you can also check the ingredients list.

Learn More: Difference between women's perfume and men's perfume

6. Opt for a Roll-on for The First Purchase

A roll-on is a better option than a full-size bottle if you are unsure if it’s something you like. Buy a roll-on for your first purchase. If you love it, then you can buy the full size.

Roll-ons make great travel companions and are less expensive than their full-size counterparts.

7. Go with Citrus Scents for Everyday Use

Citrus is a great starting point because it’s fresh and clean, and it works well for most people. Citrus scents are better for oily skin and body odor problems like bad BO, sweat patches, or visible pores on the shirt. They can be layered with body lotions to prolong the fragrance’s lasting power.

8. Consider His Way of Living

Men will not buy perfume that is too different from their daily life. If the man works in an office setting and is wearing a suit, you won’t want perfume that is too loud or sweet. A light, refreshing scent such as peppermint or citrus is best.

9. Purchase Floral Scents for Special Occasions

Recently, a woman shared a story about the perfume “Dawn” that her friend made for her. It was at that wedding that she met her future husband. The scent brings back memories of her husband when she smells it. This powerful connection is what makes people reminisce about the impression they made on others.

10. Keep an Eye Out for Sales Opportunities

Online shopping is the most preferred way to purchase perfume. Waiting for a sale is the key.

A popular gift for young men and women in perfume, especially at this time of the year.

Each occasion is different and not every fragrance is the right one. Again, not every scent is right for everyone.

Sweetly scented perfumes are perfect for day-to-day tasks or nights out with friends. For those special nights out with your loved one, a spicy perfume may be a perfect choice. A unique scent might be the best way to make people notice you.

All these reasons are important, so it is important to consider what type of fragrance you want before you go to the shops or log onto your favorite retailer’s site. When you shop online for perfume, be sure to look out for discounts. This is a great way to save money, especially if you buy more than one bottle. You can also give gift cards to your friends.

11. Mixing Fragrances is Okay

Mixing fragrances is a good idea when buying perfume online. It may be that certain scents, which you initially thought were too strong or weak, can blend well with other scents.

Mixing a perfume with another one is a good idea if you love a particular scent but find it too costly to wear every day. Combining two scents can change the way they smell and create something completely new.

Also, consider your mood. A sweet scent can be a quick pick-me-up if you’re having a bad day. For spring and summer, floral scents work well. However, spicy notes work better in autumn and winter.

12. The Budget

It is crucial to know what your budget is before you buy perfume. Because perfumes come in many variations, the price of each one can vary greatly.

It is a smart idea to determine your budget before you buy a perfume to avoid the frustration of overpaying and having to return it.

Conclusion

Purchasing perfume from so many options can be challenging but if you keep some factors in mind, then the task can become really easy with a good experience. Online stores offer the best selection of perfumes for men at affordable prices. While choosing a new fragrance, consider the strength of each scent. It is recommended to use Eau de perfume throughout the day in warm climates as it is less long-lasting than other perfumes and is more watery. These strong aromas should not be lost and should only be used on special occasions. In this post, we brought some factors in front of you which can really help you to choose the right fragrance for your man. If you want to read more articles like this then you can take a look at relevant posts on our blog.

The article was originally published at antechy.com

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Bio-Groom Crisp Apple Skin Soothing Dog Grooming Shampoo

Bio-Groom Crisp Apple Skin Dog Grooming Shampoo™ is recommended by top breeders and professional groomers worldwide is a fragrance-infused shampoo presented as our invitation to come to grow with us. Created to stir the senses, captivate by smell and cleanse beautifully! Bathing is a complete delight! It’s a win, win, and win opportunity. Made from natural ingredients with added Chamomile and Aloe Vera, Bio-Groom Crisp Apple fragrance infused shampoo is mild and soap-free. It cleans thoroughly and rinses effortlessly leaving the coat soft, shiny, and with a natural, clean exciting scent!

Specification:

Natural Cleansers are derived from re-growable and 100% biodegradable sources of Coconut Oil.

Luxurious fast lather that rinses out quickly, leaving the coat with a fresh clean smell.

Benefits:

Brings life to the dull-looking coat

Proven mildness as Coconut oil natural cleansers are known for mildness

Won’t strip the protective oils from the skin and coat

Contains 100% Natural Aloe Vera which is well known for its moisturizing and medicinal benefits on the skin

Soy Protein gives strength and body.

Hydrolysed absorbable soy protein to strengthen the coat and leave it smooth & shiny.

Unconditionally guaranteed to leave the coat clean, smooth, and easy to manage.

Features:

Suitable for dog & cats

Safe for puppies and kittens

Neutral pH level

Concentrated 8:1

Cruelty-Free – Soap Free.

Free of Parabens and artificial thickeners

Safe to use with topical Flea & Tick treatments

All the ingredients used are 100 % Biodegradable

Direction:

Wet the coat with warm water. Apply Crisp Apple Shampoo and work well through the coat. Avoid contact with eyes. For best results shampoo and rinse again, then dry and groom as usual. Use Crisp Apple Cologne after bath and between bathing. Crisp Apple Shampoo may be diluted with up to 8 parts waters.

Ingredients:

Purified Water, Sodium Coco Sulfate, Cocamidopropylamine Oxide, PEG-4 Rapeseedamide, Decyl Glucoside, Vegetable Glycerine, Soy Protein, Matricaria Chamomile, Wheat Germ Oil, Aloe Vera, Fragrance, Phenoxyethanol, Green

#pet care #pet fashion #pet grooming #pets #dog #dog grooming #shampoo

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chemanalystdata · 4 months

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Methyl Meth Acrylate Price, Trend, Prices, Demand & Market Analysis | ChemAnalyst

Methyl Methacrylate (MMA) has become a cornerstone in the global chemical industry, playing a pivotal role in various applications such as adhesives, coatings, and acrylic-based products. The MMA market prices are subject to dynamic shifts influenced by a multitude of factors. One of the primary determinants of MMA prices is the demand-supply dynamics. As industries across the globe continue to expand, the demand for MMA has witnessed a steady rise. This escalating demand exerts upward pressure on prices, especially when supply struggles to keep pace.

Raw material costs constitute another significant factor impacting MMA market prices. MMA is derived from the petrochemical compound methacrylic acid, and fluctuations in the prices of crude oil directly impact the cost of production. Additionally, the manufacturing process involves intricate chemical reactions and specialized equipment, contributing to operational expenses. Any fluctuations in these costs can manifest in the final MMA market prices.

Geopolitical factors also exert their influence on the MMA market. Political instability in regions with significant MMA production or geopolitical events impacting the oil and gas industry can disrupt the supply chain, leading to price volatility. Trade tensions and tariffs can further complicate the market dynamics, affecting the pricing of MMA.

Environmental regulations play a crucial role in shaping the MMA market landscape. As governments worldwide intensify efforts to curb emissions and promote sustainable practices, the chemical industry faces increased scrutiny. Compliance with stringent environmental standards often necessitates modifications in production processes, leading to additional costs that can be reflected in MMA prices.

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The competitive landscape within the chemical industry also contributes to price fluctuations. Market dynamics, such as the entry of new players or consolidation among existing ones, can impact supply levels and subsequently influence MMA prices. Technological advancements and innovations in production processes may enhance efficiency but can also incur upfront costs, potentially affecting pricing strategies.

Global economic conditions and currency exchange rates are integral variables in understanding MMA market prices. Economic downturns can suppress industrial activities, leading to a reduced demand for MMA and subsequent downward pressure on prices. Currency fluctuations, especially in regions where MMA production is concentrated, can impact export-import dynamics, influencing prices in the global market.

Consumer preferences and industry trends play a role in shaping the demand for MMA-based products. As consumer preferences evolve and industries pivot towards more sustainable solutions, the demand for MMA in eco-friendly applications may experience a surge. This shift in demand patterns can have a cascading effect on prices as producers adapt to meet changing market requirements.

The Methyl Methacrylate (MMA) market is a complex ecosystem influenced by a multitude of factors. The interplay of demand and supply dynamics, raw material costs, geopolitical events, environmental regulations, competitive forces, economic conditions, and consumer trends collectively shape the pricing landscape for MMA. Market participants, ranging from producers to end-users, must stay vigilant and adapt to these dynamic forces to navigate the complexities of the MMA market and make informed decisions in an ever-evolving industry.

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houseofem5blog · 4 months

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Everything You Need To Know Before Buying Exotic Perfumes!

Are you and your partner looking for an intriguing fragrance that both of you can use? Then you’ve come to the right place! Go for unisex perfumes, as they come in a variety of fragrances that are perfect for couples. But before buying, it’s important to understand the different types of perfumes available in the market and what makes them special.

There are three main types of perfume. Each type of perfume has different levels of concentration and fragrance. Let’s have a look: Eau de Toilette (EDT) Eau de Toilette (EDT) is the most common type of perfume and contains between 5-15% concentration of aromatic compounds. EDTs are usually less expensive than other types of perfume, and they usually have a light, fresh scent that fades away quickly. Eau de Parfum (EDP) Eau de Parfum (EDP) is a more concentrated form of perfume with between 15-20% concentration of aromatic compounds. It is typically more expensive than EDT and has a longer-lasting scent, usually ranging from 6-8 hours. Eau de Cologne (EDC) Eau de Cologne (EDC) is the most concentrated type of perfume, with 20-30% concentration of aromatic compounds. It is usually the most expensive type of perfume and can last up to 24 hours. When it comes to gender, there are three types of perfumes: Masculine Perfumes Masculine perfumes, branded perfume for men, are designed with strong, woody scents that are usually associated with men’s cologne. Feminine Perfumes Feminine perfumes typically have softer floral scents that are associated with women’s perfume. Unisex Perfumes Lastly, unisex perfumes are designed to be used by both men and women, usually having a mix of both floral and woody scents. With a wide selection of unisex perfumes that are perfect for couples. Fragrances can range from light to heavy, sweet to spicy, and floral to woody, so you’re sure to find something that suits your taste! These can make perfect gifts so you can share your favorite scent with your partner. About House of EM5: House of EM5 is a fragrance line offering branded perfume in India, exotic perfumes, candles, and aromatherapy products, launched in 2019. Unfortunately, due to the COVID-19 pandemic, the brand had to cease but was relaunched in June 2022 and has been a success since then. Their products are made of natural ingredients, free of sulfates, silicones, and parabens, and are cruelty-free! For more details, visit https://www.houseofem5.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/3ScFsFG

#Unisex Perfumes #Branded Perfume For Men #Branded Perfume In India

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What is the difference between an Eau de Parfum, Eau de Toilette & a Cologne?

Are you intrigued by the world of fragrances? Dive into the nuances of scent with our guide on the disparity between Eau de Parfum, Eau de Toilette, and Cologne. Uncover the secrets behind these aromatic variations and discover the perfect Parfum for you. From concentration levels to lasting impressions, our exploration will elevate your fragrance knowledge, ensuring you make an informed choice that suits your style. Elevate your olfactory experience and find the ideal scent that resonates with the essence of "Parfum for you."

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Unleash your Darkness with the Next Generation MT-09

The Dark Knight: Unleash your Darkness with the Next Generation MT-09. Sharper new look, refined riding position, intelligent technology The Purest Hyper Naked As the original Hyper Naked born out of the Dark Side of Japan, the MT-09 has always been the purest of all MT models, with its dark and mysterious aesthetic and grin-inducing performance leaving a lasting impression on every rider. The game-changing MT-09 broke cover in 2013, just one year after the triple-cylinder CP3 engine concept was first shown suspended in an intricate wire frame at the Cologne Motorcycle Show. The first MT-09 brought pure emotion and excitement back to the world of motorcycling, kick-starting the Hyper Naked revolution that would change everything. For 2024, Yamaha has taken the MT-09 to the next level of Darkness, combining intelligence and style, further pursuing the sharpened purity of the Dark Side of Japan. The new MT-09 offers an even more thrilling riding experience with pure adrenaline, aggressive and edgy styling and a premium specification featuring the latest in technological advancements.

A Decade of the Dark Side of Japan The introduction of the MT-09 marked a step away from conventional Japanese motorcycle design and introduced a bold, abstract new direction for Yamaha inspired by the unique urban motorcycle sub-culture found on the streets of Japan’s largest cities. Signifying an exciting new era for Yamaha, the MT-09 featured aggressive styling, a chassis designed for the most agile handling and a torque-laden CP3 engine, with aesthetics and performance designed to stimulate the senses. Stripped of unnecessary bodywork, packed neatly into a compact aluminium frame and equipped with Yamaha Chip Controlled Throttle (YCC-T), the MT was the perfect blend of high performance, cutting-edge technology and purposeful functionality. The new dawn was here and the Dark Side of Japan was unleashed upon the world.

The Beginning of a Hyper Naked Revolution Over the years, the MT-09 has evolved into one of the most significant and successful models in the Yamaha range, earning its status as one of the most iconic motorcycles in Yamaha’s history. The MT-09’s introduction was soon reinforced by the arrival of the MT-07, another highly successful motorcycle that established itself as the runaway market leader for many consecutive years. The Hyper Naked segment is now one of the most important and successful in Yamaha’s range, featuring a total of eight models progressing through the experience levels from the learner-friendly 125cc MT-125 to the 1000cc MT-10 SP, the halo model of the line-up. New MT-09: Sharper, Purer, More Refined A Slimmer, Sharper New Look The MT-09 marks its 10th anniversary with a comprehensive new design intended to amplify the feeling of the CP3’s iconic torquey acceleration. Based on the concept of ‘3D Riding’, allowing the rider to move more freely on the machine, the 2024 MT-09 bodywork is inspired by Yamaha’s YZ motocross bikes, which also require a high degree of freedom in riding position. The styling concept behind the MT-09 has always been that of 'functional beauty', eliminating unnecessary features and embodying a 'less is more' approach. Each and every detail has been reconsidered to reinforce the MT-09’s pure aggressive look and maximise an engaged riding experience.

More Compact LED Headlamp A new LED headlamp, enclosed in a redesigned cover, creates a more unified relationship between the headlamp and the fuel tank and is inspired by the MT’s origins – a blend of ‘Naked’ and ‘Motard’. The bi-functional LED projector headlight has been enhanced, featuring a compact diameter lense module that is both smaller and thinner than the previous model, but which still provides a broad and powerful beam with soft edges for both low and high beam settings. Transparent twin LED position lights express a cool look with a sense of concentration to complete the MT-09’s more compact, sharp and aggressive style. This theme is continued at the rear with a newly designed LED tail light. The tail light and brake lights are separated to align with the new outer lens shape. And to give the whole rear a slimmer look, the upper tail light lens is red, while the bottom has a smoked finish. Sharpened Fuel Tank Design A new fuel tank has been designed to promote a more engaged and free riding position while maintaining the sharp and edgy aesthetic that has become synonymous with the MT name. Produced using a new press moulding manufacturing method, the new tank offers sharper character with clearly defined edges and tense styling unique to the MT models.

A More Engaged Riding Experience Amplified CP3 Acoustics The grin-inducing roar of the MT-09 is one of its most defining characteristics, evoking a sense of pure adrenaline with every twist of the throttle. Following the Jin-Ki Kanno philosophy to stimulate the rider’s senses and make them feel at one with the bike, sound was an important consideration in the development of the latest EU5+ CP3 engine. The new MT-09’s sound is further amplified by a revised airbox featuring two newly designed air-intake ducts, which accentuate the high frequency sounds while maintaining a linear throttle response. This sound is then emphasised, especially at higher speed and revs, by the introduction of a new acoustic amplifier grille on top of the bike, delivering the CP3’s vibrant note directly to the rider. Redefined Riding Position The MT-09 is renowned for its stability and agility and this has been enhanced by refined ergonomics with modifications to the handlebar/footrest/seat relationship to improve rider comfort and offer greater freedom in movement for different riding styles, while maintaining a sporty forward-lean riding position. In order to achieve this, the overall handlebar position is now lower and the rider can now choose between two adjustable handlebar positions depending on their personal preference and physique. The steering angle is also increased as a result of the lower profile fuel tank. The newly designed footrests are 30.6 mm back compared to the previous model and have been raised by 9.5 mm, while the footrest height can be adjusted to two different positions based on rider preference. To improve passenger comfort, the tandem footpegs have also been redesigned and are now mounted underneath the rear frame. Details Matter: New Brake and Gear Shift Pedals Each and every detail of the MT-09 has been reconsidered in order to further improve the riding experience. The rear brake pedal has been redesigned and is now made from forged aluminium, while the tip of the gear shift pedal has been significantly flattened to reduce the amount of ankle movement required during shifting, enabling smoother operation.

Separated Rider and Passenger Seats To further enhance the feeling of freedom, the MT-09 now features a separated front and rear seat, improving both rider position and convenience when mounting and dismounting the machine. The step between the two seats also functions as a means of keeping the rider forward and over the front of the machine as the MT-09’s torque is unleashed, while the overall seat design improves rider agility. A Type-C USB socket is installed under the rider’s seat to accommodate the charging of electronic equipment and electric heating wear. Brembo Radial Master Cylinder: Linear Power, Total Control In order to match the MT-09’s high torque and acceleration, stopping power is enhanced by a new Brembo radial master cylinder, which moves in the same direction as the brake lever, resulting in a linear relationship between rider input and hydraulic brake pressure to the dual front brake discs for excellent controllability. In addition, a newly designed adjustable clutch lever offers the rider further control when engaging the clutch. Fully Adjustable Front Suspension and Bridgestone S23 Tyres The MT-09’s 41 mm KYB® front forks are fully adjustable for preload, compression and re-bound damping and now feature revised factory settings to achieve excellent stability. The rear suspension linkage design has been modified and the adjustable KYB® rear shock set to allow for a more dynamic feeling in cornering, while new Bridgestone Battlax Hypersport S23 M tyres offer high grip and light handling.

More Intelligent Technology 5” TFT Full Colour Screen The 2024 MT-09 is equipped with a range of next-level technology to enhance the overall package and riding experience while remaining true to the Dark Side of Japan concept many have come to love. An all-new, horizontally mounted 5” TFT full colour screen offers the rider an attractive new interface with the choice of four different themes to suit a range of different riding experiences. Smartphone Connectivity and Navigation For an enriched riding experience, connectivity comes as standard on the MT-09 via a built-in Communication Control Unit (CCU), meaning riders can stay connected while riding by linking their smartphone with their machine via the free MyRide app. As well as seeing call and message notifications on the 5” TFT display, a new dimension is added to the ride by the possibility of taking calls and listening to music via a Bluetooth headset*. Once connected, riders can also make use of the free Garmin StreetCross navigation system, which will display on the 5” TFT dashboard. Riders can also personalise the TFT display even further by sending images from their smartphone via the MyRide app using the Information Transfer feature. There is also the option to provide power to external devices with the new under-seat USB Type-C socket. *Bluetooth headset not included with MT-09

Intuitive New Switchgear New integrated handlebar switch assemblies enable the rider to operate the wider range of functions of the new MT-09, including smartphone connectivity, navigation and riding modes, as well as navigating the further menu options. Featuring a clear, logical and simple design – the shape, movement and ergonomic layout of the buttons have been designed with intuitive movement in mind, meaning riders can cycle through the various different functions with ease. Customisable Riding Modes with Yamaha Ride Control Settings New for 2024, MT-09 riders can now further customise their riding experience via the Yamaha Ride Control (YRC) settings, which allow the rider to select engine power characteristics and the level of electronic intervention to suit their preferences and road conditions. Three integrated riding modes, ‘Sport’, ‘Street’ and ‘Rain’ featuring factory settings with different intervention levels to suit various conditions are complemented by the option to pre-set two Custom modes. This allows the creation of specific YRC settings to suit certain situations (weather, location, etc.) by altering the level of electronic support such as Power (PWR), Traction Control System (TCS) and LIF (Lift Control) – all of which can be set directly through the MT-09’s dashboard or using a smartphone via the MyRide app. These personalised settings can be sent to the machine from the rider’s smartphone and cycled between with ease while riding using the all-new switchgear.

Extra Support from Advanced six-axis IMU for Ultimate Performance In 2021, the third-generation MT-09 became the first Hyper Naked to be equipped with the high-tech six-axis IMU directly developed from the R1. Constantly measuring acceleration in the forwards-backwards, up-down and left-right directions – as well as the angular velocity in the machine’s pitch, roll and yaw directions – the six-axis IMU is able to send data in real time to the ECU, which controls the suite of electronic rider aids, including the lean sensitive Traction Control System (TCS), Slide Control System (SCS), as well as a front wheel Lift Control System (LIF) and Brake Control System (BC). This suite is further enhanced for the 2024 MT-09 with the addition of a Back Slip Regulator (BSR), which offers stabilisation when the rear wheel locks under excessive engine braking by controlling the level of torque produced. This is especially useful in situations when it is difficult to activate the slipper clutch, such as when grip is low. Cruise Control for Effortless Riding In addition to the comprehensive electronic rider aids, the new MT-09 is also equipped with a cruise control system to enhance the overall riding experience by offering a more relaxed option for motorway riding. Operational in third gear and above, once the cruise control system has been activated, it can be adjusted in 1 km/h increments with a single push of the button or steadily increased by holding the button down. The system is cancelled whenever the brakes, clutch or throttle is engaged. Soft-click and Auto-cancelling Turn Signals For a more intuitive and convenient riding experience, a soft-click of the indicator switch will flash the turn signals three times for use when lane-changing or when only brief indication is required. A full-click of the switch will result in continuous flashing until 15 seconds have passed and until the machine has travelled more than 150 metres. A new Emergency Stop Signal (ESS) function reacts to sudden braking by engaging the hazard lights to warn road users behind the vehicle is stopping at speed in an emergency situation. Third-Generation Quickshifter The new MT-09 is equipped with the third-generation quickshifter, enhancing the ride by enabling clutchless downshifts while accelerating and clutchless upshifts under deceleration. To maintain a more natural feeling, the third-generation quickshifter will not operate in certain situations when engine rpm is extremely low or high, and when the machine is neither accelerating nor decelerating. In these circumstances, the quickshifter icon on the new TFT display will indicate whether the quickshifter can be used.

Technical Highlights - Sharper, more compact looks including redesigned bi-functional LED headlight - New 5” full colour TFT screen with smartphone connectivity and navigation - Customisable riding experience via Yamaha Ride Control (YRC) settings - Modify YRC settings via smartphone with the MyRide app - Handlebar and footpeg position modified for a more engaged riding experience adjustable into two positions - Separated new seat unit - Precise formed new fuel tank - Acoustic amplifier grille - Latest 890cc, three-cylinder, four-valve DOHC liquid-cooled EU5+ CP3 engine - Six-axis IMU with a full suite of lean-sensitive rider aids, now including Back Slip Regulator (BSR) - Cruise control - New Brembo radial master cylinder - Third-generation quickshifter - New Bridgestone Battlax Hypersport S23 M tyres - Adjustable suspension for enhanced sports riding - Lightweight CF aluminium die-cast frame - Yamaha’s SpinForged wheels for agile handling - Adjustable brake and clutch levers Colours, Availability and Price The new MT-09 will be available in three colours: Midnight Cyan, Icon Blue and Tech Black. Delivery dates to European dealers and prices vary per region, so please contact the national Yamaha distributor for full information.

Create Your Own MT with New Modular Yamaha Genuine Accessories A new range of versatile modular Yamaha Genuine accessories will allow riders to customise their MT-09 with a dedicated multi-mount structure with easy on & off, offering freedom of accessory choice depending on the riding situation. The range of accessories will bring added functionality, as well as the option to fine-tune the MT-09 to a specific look or style. The range of modular accessories for MT-09 will include a new: - Multi-mount base - Fly screen - Middle screen - Aluminium visor - Bar end base - Knuckle deflectors Embody the Dark Side of Japan with the MT Clothing and Riding Gear MT-09 riders can fully embrace the Dark Side of Japan with the dedicated range of MT clothing and riding gear. The extensive range includes a selection of hoodies, T-shirts, beanies and a range of CE-approved riding gear with the collection constantly evolving and new products added throughout the year. Read the full article

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