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this dumbass fandom only giving 20% to alan when "seeing you naked doesn’t bother me" exists is criminal.

THE SMEXy JANITOR WON LAST ROUND!

Sorry Tohma ;-;

Anyways!

Today is Vagastorm turn to see who more slutty!

Today is Sho vs Alan!

Who's gonna win?

Winner gets Leo's pretty little hole 🙏

YOU CAN VOTE UNTIL 5PM EST FOR WHO IS MORE SLUTTY

Just this one and one more and we will be ending phase one!!!

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I miss dagger 💔

i miss alan.

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i miss alan.

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SOO...

i :) have :) come :) to :) the :) conclusion :) that :) alan :) mido :) is :) the :) most :) beautiful :) man :) i :) have :) ever :) seen :) and :) will :) ever :) see. :))

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his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. - 🗡️

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so excited!! ❤️‍🔥

♡⃕pervert bodyguard!alan wip

💭 dragging your stoic, overprotective bodyguard, alan on a shopping spree during the year’s hottest day is hell on earth for him.

the man born, raised and trained to put his life at risk everyday is forced to carry your bags like a human pack mule and stand there like a new-age adonis statue while you smear lipstick swatches along his tattooed, muscled arm like he's your personal makeup palette.

he's unaware you want to look pretty under his surveillance... look sexy for his watchful eyes only.

in the next luxury boutique, his well-defined jaw finally ticks. his patience wears as thin as the ridiculously overpriced lace lingerie you pick in a familiar shade just to mess with him: teal, like the faded tips of his hair. you let him watch it mold to your curves like a secret you’re daring him to find out behind the little sanctuary of the changing booth curtains.

the silence is stretching just long enough for him to get more and more desperate.

he knows you don’t need his help, but he's grateful you ask him anyway. one effortless tug of the bra clasp and his calloused fingertips linger on your skin for a moment—a bit too long.

his hot breath ghosts over your exposed neck and his chapped lips feel pleasantly rough as they graze your soft earlobe. "enough," he growls, his voice eerily calm.

he spins you violently, your back colliding with the mirror, the impact knocking the leftover air out of your lungs. his weight pins you against the cold glass, unyielding and solid, like an immovable wall that leaves no room for escape. his chest, broad and firm, adds a suffocating presence as he leans in close, his breath warm and smelling of a delicious blend—cigarettes, coffee, and that unmistakable hint of peppermint you had come to crave.

his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. his bulky hand curls tighter around your slender throat, but he is still deliberate not to crush you.

the clean musk and heat radiating off his body, the raw power in his grip alone an undeniable urgency, a hunger. the kind of hunger you had been toying with all day, you stupid, little girl.

lace rips and your pulse races—but not from fear. it's the undefined rawness of the moment, the way he holds your life in his left hand and your soaked, torn panties in his right hand... so in control and yet barely holding on to whatever is left of his restraint.

how far are you willing to let the man destined to protect you go?

"you're not getting away from me now, princess..."

well, that's the best threat you've ever gotten.

...

rough, desperate and nasty ✨changing booth quickie✨ til the mirrors fog up and shreds of the lingerie cover the ground like lace confetti alan has to pay for it and he will never financially recover from that

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his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. - 🗡️

[alanvore]

his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. - 🗡️

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whenever a real life man out of flesh and blood flirts with me i mentally blackout (they don’t know i only want to fuck a fictional 2d man from a gacha game)

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"enough," he growls, his voice eerily calm. he spins you violently, your back colliding with the mirror, the impact knocking the leftover air out of your lungs. his weight pins you against the cold glass, unyielding and solid, like an immovable wall that leaves no room for escape.

I CAME.

♡⃕pervert bodyguard!alan wip

💭 dragging your stoic, overprotective bodyguard, alan on a shopping spree during the year’s hottest day is hell on earth for him.

the man born, raised and trained to put his life at risk everyday is forced to carry your bags like a human pack mule and stand there like a new-age adonis statue while you smear lipstick swatches along his tattooed, muscled arm like he's your personal makeup palette.

he's unaware you want to look pretty under his surveillance... look sexy for his watchful eyes only.

in the next luxury boutique, his well-defined jaw finally ticks. his patience wears as thin as the ridiculously overpriced lace lingerie you pick in a familiar shade just to mess with him: teal, like the faded tips of his hair. you let him watch it mold to your curves like a secret you’re daring him to find out behind the little sanctuary of the changing booth curtains.

the silence is stretching just long enough for him to get more and more desperate.

he knows you don’t need his help, but he's grateful you ask him anyway. one effortless tug of the bra clasp and his calloused fingertips linger on your skin for a moment—a bit too long.

his hot breath ghosts over your exposed neck and his chapped lips feel pleasantly rough as they graze your soft earlobe. "enough," he growls, his voice eerily calm.

he spins you violently, your back colliding with the mirror, the impact knocking the leftover air out of your lungs. his weight pins you against the cold glass, unyielding and solid, like an immovable wall that leaves no room for escape. his chest, broad and firm, adds a suffocating presence as he leans in close, his breath warm and smelling of a delicious blend—cigarettes, coffee, and that unmistakable hint of peppermint you had come to crave.

his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. his bulky hand curls tighter around your slender throat, but he is still deliberate not to crush you.

the clean musk and heat radiating off his body, the raw power in his grip alone an undeniable urgency, a hunger. the kind of hunger you had been toying with all day, you stupid, little girl.

lace rips and your pulse races—but not from fear. it's the undefined rawness of the moment, the way he holds your life in his left hand and your soaked, torn panties in his right hand... so in control and yet barely holding on to whatever is left of his restraint.

how far are you willing to let the man destined to protect you go?

"you're not getting away from me now, princess..."

well, that's the best threat you've ever gotten.

...

rough, desperate and nasty ✨changing booth quickie✨ til the mirrors fog up and shreds of the lingerie cover the ground like lace confetti alan has to pay for it and he will never financially recover from that

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*peeking around the corner* can i interest someone in a fresh pervert!alan fanfic idea on this dull and uneventful sunday afternoon

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have y'all seen this?

now you have. have a good day

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*slam dunks a new wallet at his head 🤾‍♀️*

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happy birthday, my sweet... ♡

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MIDO TWINS ?

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*horny gripping y'alls shoulders and digging my nails into your skin like claws* ALAN'S BIRTHDAY IN 24 HOURS *violently shaking y'all like limp rag dolls*

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HEAR ME OUT

CITY TAXI DRIVER ALAN! LOVES FAST CARS BUT HELLA TIRED OF HIS UNEVENTFUL JOB AND NERVE-WRACKING CLIENTS! BUT IT'S THE BEST OFFER HE GOT AFTER LEAVING JUVIE A WHILE AGO AND DRIVING 24/7 PAYS HIS BILLS AT THE END OF THE DAY! WHITE UNIFORM BLUSE STICKING TO HIS SWEATY MUSCLY TORSO LIKE A SECOND SKIN! SHIMMERING SILVER NECKLACES PEEKING OUT OF HIS UNBUTTONED LOOSE COLLAR! ROLLED UP SLEEVES EXPOSING HIS SUNKISSED SKIN AND PRISON TATTOOS CIRCLING HIS UNDERARM! DARK SUNGLASSES HIDING HIS EYECIRCLES FROM TOO MANY NIGHTSHIFTS! A CHEAP CIGARETTE CASUALLY DANGLING FROM THE CORNER OF HIS CHAPPED LIPS AND THE SMOKE FRAMING HIS FUCKING HANDSOME FACE! SLICKED BACK DAMP HAIR AS BLACK AS A RAVEN WING FADING OUT TO TEAL! A SHEER BLANKET OF SWEAT GLISTENING ON HIS EXPOSED NECK AND FOREHEAD! ONE SALTY STREAK RUNNING DOWN HIS EYEBROW SCAR! BULKY BONEY BANDAGED HANDS GRABBING THE STEERING WHEEL AND- "WHERE TO, MISS?"

BACKSEAT SEX?! LOTSA NASTY BACKSEAT SEX!!