#Vue X

[n1xxi3]

TW!!!! ALCHOHOL ABUSE and PTSD

Saracen got home and immediately knew something was wrong. Dexter was sat on the sofa with the TV on his eyes unseeing. It didn't look like he had heard or seen him walk through the door yet alone be able to come to greet him like he normally would. He had no idea know what to expect had his PTSD gotten worse and something happened? Had he relapsed into drinking his bad memories away?

"Hey Dex, you okay?"

There was no response. This was bad. Very bad he always replied no matter how bad things got. Saracen walked closer to to his boyfriend, sat down next to him and hugged him. In response Dexter rested his head on Saracen's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry" Dexter croaked out.

"Hey it's okay. What happend?"

"It happened again" Dexter pointed to the pile empty green bottles beside him.

"It's okay." He soothed his boyfriend.

"No it's not you deserve someone who can stop drinking. Who can stay sober. Who can love you with every inch of their being. I can't do that when I'm not in my right mind."

"You can stay sober. I know you can. This was just a slip up. I mean look how long you've stayed sober for so far!"

"6 weeks isn't enough"

"It's enough for now"

That's when Dexter broke down. Saracen was their for it all soothing him, reassuring him, helping him into bed when he finally fell asleep. It was over for today. But there was definitely more struggles coming.

[babysdrivers]

if my local cinema doesn't show the blur documentary i think i'm just gonna move house this is my final straw

[eloriis]

BLONDE? - charles leclerc

in which. . charles leclerc’s gf y/n takes the internet by storm by revealing that she was born a blonde and not a brunette — cl16 x f! reader

notes : new post after so so long! i’m sorry i went m.i.a for a while, i’m back tho! ( i hope 🤞🏼 ) this is so messy tho lmao

type : smau ⋆ face claim : minnarosaweber

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y/nuser sunsets <3

charles_leclerc ma belle ❤️

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user1 she’s so pretty omfg

user2 if vroom vroom boy isn’t treating you well, you can always hmu queen 😍💪🏼

user3 her eyes are so pretty auwhdhhwbaja

user4 what i wouldn’t do just for y/n to look at me with those beautiful eyes

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user5 the sunset is almost as pretty as you 🤭

lilymhe my gf is the prettiest guys <3

y/nuser MY gf is THE most gorgeous woman alive 🫶🏼🤭

alex_albon bro wdym?? 🤨

y/nuser sucks to suck 😋

charles_leclerc …cherie :(

y/nuser MY BABY ILY THE MOST I PROMISE ☹️🫶🏼🫶🏼

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y/nuser strawberries with chocolate 🍓🍫

user1 HER EYES

user2 god? i’ve seen what you’ve done for others. when will it be my turn?💔

user3 IM HERE BEFORE CHARLES OMG

charles_leclerc no you’re not.

user3 OH FUCK OFF

charles_leclerc mon cœur ❤️ ( my heart )

y/nuser mon tout 🫶🏼 ( my everything )

scuderiaferrari our pretty red princess ❤️

y/nuser my fav admin ever 🫶🏼🤭

scuderiaferrari omg hi queen 🤭

user4 just looked at myself and sighed

y/nuser no way! you’re literally so pretty 🫶🏼

user4 omg TYSM IM CRYING ILYSM

y/nuser 🫶🏼🫶🏼

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y/nuser 👧🏼👩🏻

user1 WAIT WHAT

user2 SHES A BLONDE???

charles_leclerc ma bien-aimée, tu es la plus belle personne que j'ai jamais vue et je continuerai à le croire jusqu'à mon dernier souffle ❤️ ( my beloved, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen and I will continue to believe that until my last breath ❤️ )

y/nuser cha :( i love you so so so so much, you’re my world and so much more

user4 i’m so going to sleep on the highway tonight 😍

user5 user4 lemme join you 😍

user3 SO SHES BEEN GORG SINCE BIRTH??

user6 OH GOD REALLY DOES HAVE FAVOURITES THEN. FUCK YOU BRO

user7 FUCK THIS SHIT BRO. MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE WHAT THE HELL

user8 girlie just dropped the reel that WILL break the INTERNET and said 👧🏼👩🏻 as her caption 💀💀

iamrebbecad pretty girl 🫶🏼

y/nuser prettiest girl ever 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[starsinthesky5]

you are in love: l'amour de ma vie || joe burrow x reader

description: a little bridge between the last part of YAIL into part 5 which will be coming soon! little moments from the france trip and some stuff from home 🖤

universe: you are in love (click for parts 1-4 of the series)

a/n: been in my drafts since June of 2024. and here she is :) would love some feedback and if you’d like to see more of this for this series!

taglist: (ask to be added): @joeyfranchise @joeyb1989 @joeyburrrow @softburrow @burrowbarbie @yelenasbraid @lovelyburrow @majestic87 @grittysbiggestfan @definitelynotdomanique

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📍cannes, france

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y/n_y/ln: ocean blue eyes, looking in mine

comments:

joeyb_9: la plus belle fille que j'ai jamais vue

——— y/n_y/ln: tu me rends le plus heureux 😙😙

——— fan14: he said she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid his eyes on. shut the fuck up oh my god

——— fan938: did she just say he makes her the happiest? oh pack it up fellas it's wraps

fan6: i can’t believe we’re back to her casually posting my relationship era. thank you joe burrow for your services 🫡

fan1348: i don’t even know who’s winning in this relationship like they’re both HOT as fuck

y/bsf: 🛥️ the ship has sailed folks

fan_71: the heart on his back? god when is it my turn

fan273: they’re so cute 🥲

fan28288: that caption feels oddly like song lyrics y/n 😟

fan1717: i am so happy for her 🥺 she deserves this after all these years

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📍cannes, france

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joeyb_9: photo dump?

comments:

y/n_y/ln: he’s learninggg 🤞

——— joeyb_9: creds to the best 🧎‍♂️

y/n_y/ln: wear that alo two piece more often. damn 🤤

——— joeyb_9: yes ma’am 🫡

—————— lahjay_10: aye 🤨

fan226: y/n has joe doing photo dumps now? are we in heaven?

fan9191: everytime they pop up on my feed my jaw drops because I still can’t believe it’s true

fan8877: he brought her with him to the events 🥺

fan5874: atta boy joe! winning on and off the field like a true king

fan2727: that last photo of her...hello. HELLO

lahjay_10: i was in baton rouge for 5 seconds and shiesty went hollywood? damn

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📍french riviera

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tagged: y/n_y/ln, joeyb_9

gridback_news: love is officially in bloom under the french riviera sun! 🌹✨ multi-platinum and grammy award winning artist, y/n and superstar NFL quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, joe burrow were spotted on an intimate stroll through the charming streets of cannes, looking completely smitten with one another. from soft smiles to stolen glances, the chemistry between these two is undeniable. after months of speculation, their outings in france seem to confirm what fans have been buzzing about: romance is in full swing and the fans are here for it! could this be the new power couple we’ve been waiting for? 🖤

#cannesinlove #yxj #couplegoals #romanceinfrance

comments:

bengalslover47: the king of cincy has finally found his queen everyone. may she bring us good luck and make joe the happiest he's ever been. amen

y/ncollective: ARM PLACEMENTS? and she looks so small next to him 💗

y/nfan0: oh joey b you are so loved by us.

fan8: qb1 scoring touchdowns on and off the field. y’all are the ultimate power couple

fan38: can we talk about how joe went from breaking defenses to breaking hearts? he just bagged the woman of the CENTURY

——— fan.18: every man and woman in america just fell to their knees

fan9_: oooooof her new album is going to HIT

——— fan!6: new album? did i miss something

—————— fan9_: grammy's coming up...she always goes out with a bang then 👀 just connecting some dots

rulethejungle5: and they said i was crazy when i said i heard some things around town about these two

xoxogossipgirllover: i need to get the scoop on these two! damn 😍🔥

fan3893_0: INJECT IT INTO MY VIENS MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING

fan84: anyone notice y/n's best friend liked the post? tea ☕️

fan82828: oh the album is coming everyone. it’s coming soon. WE MADE IT

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📍paris, france

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gridback_news: spotted: y/n and joe burrow turning heads in paris, strolling hand in hand and serving effortlessly chic looks 👀✨ with fashion week just around the corner, fans are buzzing about whether this stylish duo might make an appearance. whatever the occasion, one thing’s for sure—they’re absolutely owning the parisian streets!

an exclusive source has confirmed their relationship, revealing that joe and y/n are very happy together and share a connection built on trust, understanding, and mutual respect. their relationship has been growing behind the scenes for much longer than anyone realized, and their bond is stronger than ever. y/n has fully embraced life in cincinnati, and together they’ve created a solid foundation that balances their busy lives with a love that feels effortless. right now, they’re focused on enjoying each other and making memories—and it’s safe to say, happiness looks good on them. 💕

#parislove #yxj #styleandgrace #fashionweekvibes

comments:

fan9493: FIRST PAP WALK? IN PARISSS? oh we are so back y/n nation. that girl is in LOVE

y/ncollective: they look phenomenal

y/nfan0: manifesting a fashion week appearance

fan02: peep both their likes on this post...

fan-19: wonder if their gonna go to vouge world?

——— gridback_news: 👀👀

fan521_: this photo would do numbers on wattpad a few years ago

fan91: she seems so much happier and comfortable with joe. that’s how you know she’s thriving again. just look at them

fan18_brq: embraced life in cincy? and that’s a big fuck you to her ex! wack him again for me HAHAH

xoxogossipgirllover: i heard that they'll be at YSL's show tomorrow...watch this space

fan0101: wait…how long have they actually been together because-

fan3939: i need football season to come faster. need her in the stands this year!!! she has such great style

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📍paris, france

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y/n_y/ln: thank you for an amazing night @ ysl 🖤

comments:

y/bsf_21: god damn you look amazing

——— y/n_y/n: i love you 💞

joeyb_9: starry skies 🌌

——— y/n_y/ln: ...starry eyes?

—————— joeyb_9: ....darkest nights?

———————————— fan3010: what are they talking about 🤨

lahjay10_: lookin fly mademoiselle

——— y/n_y/ln: feelin fly uno 😴

fan9393: oh they absolutely ate this up. 10/10 no notes

ysl: thank you both for joining us!

joeyb_9: beautiful as always

——— y/n_y/ln: lover 💘

bengals: 👑 🐅

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📍vogue world

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gridback_news: breaking alert 🚨: y/n spotted looking absolutely stunning at the vogue world fashion show, where rumors are swirling that her boyfriend, joe burrow, is set to make his runway debut alongside friend and fellow nfl star, justin jefferson 🏈�� sources say y/n is here to cheer joe on as he steps into the world of high fashion for the first time, sharing in what’s sure to be a monumental moment for him. from the field to the runway, this power couple is proving they’re unstoppable 🔥

#vogueworld #joeburrow #yxj #fashionmeetsfootball

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📍pfw

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tagged: vouge, y/n_y/ln

joeyb_9: with @ vougemagazine doing some new things :)

comments:

y/n_y/ln: i am so so so proud of you joey ❤️

——— joeyb_9: my biggest cheerleader. ilyttmats

—————— fan383: did he...did he just quote "seven"? OH MY GOD HE QUOTED SEVEN

—————— fan29: im going to be sick this is so 🥲

jjetas2: shiesty in all black

samhubbard: nice 😎

fan302: peak couple behavior is the matching loubitans. we're witnessing the couple of the decade y'all. buckle up

y/n_y/ln: put the back away joseph lee there's people around 😦

——— joeyb_9: why don't you come help me out then ;)

—————— y_bsf21: guys...there's people watching

————————— y/n_y/ln: oopsies 🙊

bengals: alright joe! 🐅

killatrav: 🔥

vouge: a natural star 🌟

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📍fashion week

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y/n_y/ln: come here dressed in black now

comments:

joeyb_9: bestest week with l'amour de ma vie

——— y/n_y/ln: 🥹

—————— y/ncollective: joe please keep her this happy im not okay :(

——— fan39: LOVE OF HIS LIFE!! HE SAID LOVE OF HIS LIFE

—————— fan30303: WHAT

taylorswift: love it!!!! you both killed it :)

——— y/n_y/ln: 💗

fan3003: love seeing them happy together! they both deserve this

fan1991: has anyone noticed the black theme/aesthetic she has going on? her last few posts have been…dark

——— fan181.y/n_: wait a second. you’re onto something??

fan111: give me that album now rachel. GIVE IT TO ME.

loverofy/n: girl we need new music. like NOW

fan9339-_: already the most iconic couple we've seen in years.

lahjay10_: y'all killin it 🙂‍↕️

——— y/n_y/ln: we miss youuuu

——— joeyb_9: dinner at our place when we get back?

vouge: a beauty ✨

fan2882: how much y’all wanna bet that her caption is song lyrics

y_bsf21: STUNNER? HOT? JOE MOVE OVER

——— y/n_y/ln: im in tears joe's giving me a frowny face because he feels threatened

—————— y_bsf_21: good.

——— joeyb_9: I will NOT be moving over ma'am

enews: setting the streets of paris on fire as well as all our hearts 💕🥰

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--The End--

stay tuned for you are in love V

[call-sign-shark]

Echo of Shadows || Masterlist

Pairing: The Darkling x Heartrender!OCreader || Alina Starkov x Heartrender!OCreader || Malyen Oretsevx HeartRender!OCreader

Summary: "They called her the White Plague, a saint or a monster—but she was neither, only destruction wrapped in a pretty bow."

In Ravka's frosty heart, the legend of the White Plague spreads—a woman with snow-white hair, frozen-fire eyes, and powers that rival those of Jurda Parem. Once a slave in the Menagerie, the one who calls herself Heaven is now a myth, either leaving towns in ruins or former disease-ridden people crying with gratitude. A Sankta.

General Kirigan's interest soon turns dark and his desire obsessive. Never had he been so captivated and haunted by someone. Someone he could finally share his eternal life with. Caught in a cruel game of power and love, she's torn between Kirigan’s corrupting passion and Alina Starkov’s promise of freedom.

Amidst the chaos, one question arises: will she become a savior, a monster, or something far more dangerous?

TW: Explicit sexual content, slow burn, borderline consent, heavy pinning, toxic relationship [manipulation, obsession, extreme jealousy, controlling behavior], graphic sexual description, graphic depiction of murder and torture, blood!kink, size!kink, radioactive couple, codependency, reference to past SA and child SA, dark romance & mad romance trope, ambiguous relationship with Alina. This story is brutal, bloody and rated +18.

ACT I: A BURNING LIMERENCE

1. Keep Moving, Little Girl

2. Their Frozen Shackles

3. The Court of Shadows

4. The Fear Within

5. Beneath his Watchful Eyes 🔞

6. Until Nothing is Left

7. Dangerous

8. Blood and Honey

9. Gazed Into the Abyss, It Gazed Back Into Me 🔞

10. Raw

11 Burn Your Village 🔞

13. Light of my Life.

14. My Night and Stars. 🔞

ACT II. RAPTURE OF THE DEEP

Queen of Spades

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Light

Like a Feeling of Déjà Vue

Blinding Light

I was Made for Loving You, Baby 🔞

It's in Our Veins

Your Darkness Flayed 🔞

After the Storm, the Sun

Safe in the Dark 🔞

Paint Me Black 🔞

Golden Cage for a Pretty Bird

Your Heart, My Chains

Good Ending? You Haven't Been Paying Attention

ACT III. THE CALL OF THE VOID

The Assasymphony

Never You

Barbwire Kiss🔞

It Has Always Been You 🔞

I'm Not Ruined. I'm Ruination.

Here Comes the Wolves

Your Love is an Open Wound 🔞

The Starless Saint of Broken Hearts

The Mask of the Red Death

Candy-Coated Suicide

Symphony of Our Ruins

Epilogue: Eternal Eclipse

ONE SHOTS

Much Ado About Jam Toasts- fun & fluff

A Dangerous White Tigress - action, Hurt/Comfort

Away From the Deep Shadow

Damaged

MODERN AU*

Mental Health Is Sexy Masterlist

*Amos is Aleksander's modern identity.

GAME OF THRONES AU

Damaged Masterlist

*Amos is Aleksander.

VISUALS

Light in the Dark

"Call me Aleksander" - trailer by the beloved @elizabethblood9

My Night and Stars

ASK

Modern!Aleksander x Heaven for Christmas

Notes:

☾ I haven't read the books so this work is based on the TV show even though I know it's fairly different from the original Grisha verse. If you're an adorable lore psycho, you might not want to read that! :(

☾ Taglist: @lunawants , @emtaz-art, @lightinbug, @kmc1989, @thepassionatereader @mystic-mara @m-riaa @kallista-diune @meadows5 @kasagia @watersquirtpewpewboomm @the-sweet-psycho @sarahsobsession @elizabethblood9 @ritzzzzz @sophialeiros @noortsshift @sassyvilliantrope @sherwoodforesttales @a-smidges-stuff

[iammclovinn]

je t’aime

summary: when fans start hate on you, isack defends you. (fluff & angst) (proof read & lowercase intended) (smau & requested!)

pairing: isack hadjar (6) x black!fem!reader

content warning: cursing, hate comments, racist comments, reader wants to break up (they don’t) lowk cheesy, make out sesh

note: ok so, first smau, i’ll probably do more when i have the proper apps (the fake texts and twitter apps) cuz rn the most i can do is the ig posts and comments. but lmk if you guys enjoyed!!

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isackhadjar

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isackhadjar 3 photos for 3 years, je t’aime 😽😽

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user1: ayo 🫣🫣

user2: wait, she’s kinda pretty for a black girl-

user3 user2: wtf??

liamlawson30: they’re so cute together it’s annoying

youruser: aww thxx, we know

user4 youruser: lmfao nvm, she’s a bitch 😂

user5: what is wrong with you ppl hating on her?? 😭

user6 user5: lmfao no literally, like get a life 😭

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you sigh as you close instagram and open your texts between you and isack.

7:24 pm

you : can you take down the post?

isack 🤍 : wdym? the 3 years post??

you : yeah

isack 🤍 : why??

you : isack can you pls just take it down

isack 🤍 : okay

isack 🤍 : i took it down, can you at least tell me why?

you : i think we should break up

isack 🤍 : ?!?!?!

isack 🤍 : chérie, where is this coming from???

you : do you not see the comments on the post??

you : “she looks pretty for a black girl” ???

you : you clearly belong with someone that your fans would like

isack 🤍 : what??? that’s bullshit i love you and want you. why would i want someone else?!

you : what do you even like about me? be honest

isack 🤍 is typing…

isack 🤍 : the way you’re always tired even after a full nights rest, the way you somehow remember everything i forget, the way you’re so stubborn all i can do is smile.

isack 🤍 : i’ll let you win a million arguments, but not this one. i love you and no one, not anyone, is gonna change that.

you : i’m sorry

you : can you come over?

isack 🤍 hearted a message!

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the knock at your apartment door snaps you out of your thoughts.

you quietly get up from your couch, approaching the front door and unlocking it.

isack is standing on the other side when you open the door, holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“i was rushing to come over before it was too late, so i just got you the prettiest flowers i saw, i’m really really sorry if you don’t-“

his sentence was cut off by you crashing your lips into his, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him inside.

his wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, the bouquet now forgotten on the floor

he breaks the kiss to look at you, hands holding your face, his pupils dilated, “tu es la plus belle chose que j’ai jamais vue” (“you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen”) he says quickly before his lips meet yours once again.

you deepen the kiss, pulling him further in the apartment, hearing the door slam as isack kicks it close with his foot.

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isackhadjar “and you, you are the most competitive, most guarded, most stubborn, most challenging person i’ve ever met, and i love you.” 🤍🤍🤍

to the fans that were commenting on my beautiful girl looks, and saying she’s not good enough for me, you’re not my fan.

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youruser: je t’aime aussi 🤍🤍🤍

isackhadjar: bones and all?

youruser isackhadjar: i keep telling you that doesn’t mean what u think it means :/

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[u6is]

wish you were here right now

summary: at a lively yacht party celebrating his team's league win, Kylian ignores the chaos around him, staying on his phone with you—and the conversation quickly takes a steamy turn.

—kylian mbapp�� x reader: smut (PWP)

"The team are having this yacht trip to celebrate our win." Kylian said, his voice crackling over the phone line, "Would you like to join me?"

But you couldn’t. You had already promised your mom that you’d go on the family trip that had been planned beforehand.

"I'm sorry," you replied, trying to mask the disappointment, "I wish I could be there with you."

The line was silent for a moment before Kylian spoke up, his voice a mix of understanding and a hint of sadness, "It's alright, babe. I get it. You can't miss out on family time. I'll just have to party extra hard for the both of us." He laughed, attempting to lighten the mood.

You knew his teammates—or as he calls them, his "friends"—were probably lining up a night full of partying with female escorts in tow. Still, you trusted your boyfriend wholeheartedly. “Have fun, okay? Congrats again on the win. I’ll see you in a few days,” you said softly over the phone.

The family trip was nice. The sunsets were beautiful, and your mom’s cooking was always a delight.

But Kylian’s texts kept coming in. He sent pictures of the vast ocean and the lavish yacht. He talked about the fancy dinners and the wild parties, he said it wasn’t the same without you.

“Fireworks are set for tonight,” Kylian texted, attaching a shirtless photo of himself, clearly meant to tease you.

You couldn’t help but smile, imagining his playful grin and the way his eyes would light up when he knew he’d won you over.

You quickly typed back, “Sounds exciting.” But as you stared at the photo, you couldn't shake the feeling that Kylian was teasing you on purpose, his abs almost taunting you from the distance between you two.

The thought of him surrounded by those gorgeous women didn’t sit well with you, but you had promised yourself not to be that girlfriend.

“Send me a selfie?” Kylian texted, interrupting your thoughts.

You took a deep breath and stepped outside the balcony of your private hotel room, the cool sea breeze kissing your skin. You quickly snapped a selfie, standing in the sunlight. Your sundress, the one that hugged your body perfectly, flowed gently with the breeze, accentuating your curves. With a playful grin, you tilted your head just enough to catch the light, sending the photo with a casual, natural air, teasing him without even trying.

Kylian’s reply was quick, and you could almost hear the smirk in his words:

"Tu es la plus belle femme que j’aie jamais vue." (You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.)

"That dress is doing more than just looking good on you." His tone was cocky, playful, and definitely hinted at more than just teasing.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. It was all fun and games until his next message popped up: "I would take that dress off you in the blink of an eye."

As the night went on, the party was in full swing, with his teammates living it up and the escorts they brought along.

Achraf, one of Kylian's best friends and teammates, noticed Kylian hadn’t put his phone down all night. Standing up from the couch with a girl by his side, he walked over to where Kylian was still smiling at his screen.

Achraf gently grabbed Kylian’s phone, and Kylian looked up with a raised eyebrow. "What's up, Hakimi?"

"You’ve been on that thing all night," Achraf said, laughing. "You’re missing all the fun."

"I’m having fun," Kylian replied, still smiling.

"Yeah, fun with your phone," Achraf teased, tossing the phone back to Kylian. "I’ll grab you a drink, but seriously, put the phone down. You’re no fun to the girls."

Kylian just smirked, getting up and following Achraf. As they walked, he quickly typed out a message to you: "I’ll talk to you later, babe."

Kylian wasn’t really a big drinker, but tonight he’d indulge for the celebration. Still, his mind kept drifting back to you in that sundress. He’d saved the photo and found himself glancing at it over and over. There was something about the way you looked in that dress that had his thoughts spinning, intoxicated, not by the alcohol in his hand, but by the image of you.

A few minutes later, with the alcohol starting to take its effect, Kylian found himself reaching for his phone once more. His fingers typed out a message before he could stop himself.

"Can’t stop thinking about you in that dress," he texted, his words slow and a bit more daring than usual.

He stared at the screen for a moment, then added, "Maybe I should come see you sooner than planned."

"You haven’t seen me in my bikinis yet," you replied, adding a pleading face emoji, hoping to make it seem like an innocent tease.

As you hit send, a rush of excitement coursed through you. There was something thrilling about flirting with him like this, especially knowing that despite the many people on the yacht, including all the stunning women around, his attention was completely fixed on you.

Kylian’s reply was teasing and direct: "You’re driving me wild just thinking about it. Don't make me wait."

With a nervous giggle, you stepped into the bathroom, the cool marble floor beneath your feet. You untied the strings of your sundress, letting it drop to the floor. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your heart racing. The bikini was new, a surprise you had packed for when you’d finally get some time alone on the beach. The neon blue of the top contrasted with your tanned skin, and the bottoms hugged your hips perfectly.

You took a deep breath and held your phone up, angling it just right to capture the reflection in the mirror. The camera clicked, and you studied the image for a moment. You looked amazing. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and naughtiness.

Achraf was talking to him when Kylian’s phone buzzed with a notification. He smirked as he looked at the screen, feeling a surge of heat rush through him. The picture you sent him had definitely stirred something inside, an arousing thrill coursing through him.

Achraf glanced at Kylian, who was smirking with his head down, absorbed in his phone. "You're no fun, Kyks," his teammate remarked, but Kylian didn't hear him, lost in his own thoughts.

He glanced at the picture again, his eyes lingering on your reflection in the mirror. The neon blue bikini was a bold choice and it had definitely paid off. The way the bottoms hugged your hips, it was a sight that made his heart race.

You watched the screen, your heart pounding in your chest, as you waited for Kylian's response. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a thrill of excitement that made your skin tingle. The seconds ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity.

Then, his message appeared. "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now." It was raw, unfiltered, and incredibly arousing. The words sent a jolt through your body, and you felt your cheeks flush. You couldn't believe he'd said something so explicit, but the desire in his message was undeniable.

You took a step closer to the mirror, the cool air of the cabin brushing against your skin. Your eyes traced the curves captured by the bikini, and you felt your body respond to his words, a warm ache building between your legs.

Kylian's gaze was glued to his phone, his heart racing as he stared at the picture. His shorts began to tent as an erection grew, the fabric straining against his hardened cock. He shifted uncomfortably, the pressure increasing with each passing moment.

Amidst the laughter and chatter of his teammates, he couldn't ignore the ache in his pants. It was like a silent symphony playing only for him, a sweet torture that grew with every glance at your bikini-clad reflection.

Kylian excused himself, "I'll catch up with you later, mec," he says, struggling to keep his voice steady, thick with longing, and retreated to the cabin he had booked for privacy. The door clicked shut behind him, muffling the outside world.

He looked down at the bulge, a silent testament to his desire, and groaned. The shorts felt like a prison around his throbbing cock.

His phone chimed once more, a message from you lighting up the screen. "Your turn," you texted. "I want to see you."

Kylian didn’t waste a second. He sat on the edge of the plush bed in his cabin, the soft white sheets a stark contrast to his tanned skin. He looked down at the bulge in his shorts, his pulse quickening. With a devilish smirk, he unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to his knees, his cock springing free.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. It was thick and hard, standing proudly against his abs. The tip was flushed a darker shade of pink, begging for attention. Kylian’s hand wrapped around it, stroking it gently. He took a deep breath, feeling the headiness of his desire for you.

With a grin, he held the phone in one hand and began to stroke himself with the other. The camera captured every inch of him, the way his hand moved up and down his shaft, the way his abs tightened with each stroke. He knew you'd love watching him, the same way he craved seeing you in your bikini.

The room grew hazy with his building arousal, the scent of saltwater and cologne filling his nostrils. The sound of the waves outside was a gentle serenade to his own escalating rhythm, the stroke of his hand against his skin echoing in the quiet cabin.

He sent the video, his heart pounding as he awaited your response.

It took you a moment to process the video. Kylian, your sweet, loving boyfriend, was masturbating for you. The sight of him, so raw and vulnerable, made your core throb with desire. You watched him stroke his cock and you realized you had never wanted him more.

Your hands shake as you place your phone on the counter, pressing the record button. Your eyes remained glued to the screen as you reached behind and untied the strings of your bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Your breasts bounced freely, the cool air of the room teasing your already hardened nipples.

You stepped closer to the phone, your heart racing as you slid your hand down the front of your bikini bottoms. You felt the wetness of your desire, and a soft moan slipped from your lips as your fingers grazed your clit.

As his phone chimed once more, Kylian watched the video you had sent in response. His eyes locked onto your every move. The sound of your breathing grew heavier, the sight of your hand disappearing beneath the fabric of your bikini driving him wild. He stroked his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip.

He couldn't help himself—his need to hear your voice was too strong. With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, he called you with the other. He facetimed you amidst the noise of the party, his teammates cheering and music blasting in the background. The line connected, and your face appeared on his screen, illuminated softly by the warm glow of your bathroom. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now," he growled into the phone.

Your breath hitched when you heard the raw desire in Kylian's voice. The sound of the waves outside the cabin grew distant as you focused on the sensation of your fingers playing with your clit, tracing delicate circles as you watched him stroke himself in the camera. "Oh, baby," you moaned, "me too."

"Take those bottoms off," Kylian ordered, his voice thick with lust. "I want to see all of you."

Your hands trembled as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your bikini bottoms. You pulled them down slowly, your pussy exposed to the cool air. Your phone was propped up on the sink, the camera clearly capturing you as you stood right in front of it. Kylian's eyes were glued to the screen, his breaths coming in quick, shallow pants.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured, his hand moving faster on his cock.

The sound of his voice, the sight of him stroking himself, it all sent you spiraling into a frenzy. You stepped closer to the sink, spreading your legs apart for the camera, giving Kylian the full view of your aroused pussy.

"Oh, baby," Kylian murmured, his voice thick with lust, "you're so fucking wet for me." His hand moved faster, the slick sound of his hand against his cock echoing in your ear.

From your perspective, everything is cloaked in darkness, as if he's in a private space, alone with his desire. The only sounds are his groans and the strokes of his hand on his cock. You feel entirely exposed for him, and it gives you the confidence you need.

You could feel yourself getting wetter just hearing him. You slid two fingers inside yourself, the sensation making your toes curl. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice a needy whisper, "I want you so bad."

"Fuck, me too, baby," he groaned, the sound of his hand moving up and down his cock a sweet symphony to your ears. "I wish I could be there to taste you."

Eventually, you notice it, Kylian’s eyes were hooded with desire as he watched you touch yourself. He took a deep, shaky breath, then spoke in a commanding tone that sent shivers down your spine. "Add another finger inside of you, baby."

Your body responding to his voice. The feel of your three fingers sliding in and out of your wetness was heavenly. "Just like that," Kylian instructed, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Imagine it's my cock, pumping deep inside of you, making you moan like you do when we're together."

You closed your eyes, the image of Kylian fucking you playing in your mind like a steamy home-made video. The sounds you made were pure, raw desire, echoing like a melody of forbidden passion.

"Turn around for me baby," Kylian's voice was a command, yet it held an undertone of longing, the kind that made your knees weak and your pussy clench with anticipation. You obeyed, feeling a thrill at the thought of him watching you so intimately despite the miles between you. You turned around, the soft curve of your ass on full display.

Your free hand reached out to the wall for balance as you began to finger yourself, the other hand buried deep inside your pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and vulnerability that had you gasping for air.

You arched your back. The sensation was surprisingly erotic, and you couldn’t help but tip your hips back, pushing your ass towards the camera.

"That's it," Kylian's voice was strained, his need for you palpable through the phone. "Now, touch your clit. Slowly."

You shifted your other hand from the wall to your clit. You took a shaky breath, your heart racing at his command. Your fingertips grazing the swollen bud of your clit. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, feeling your arousal spike.

He watched as your other delicate fingers move in and out, his gaze intense as he tried to mimic your motions with his own hands, imagining it was his cock instead

Kylian watched, his breath hitching as he stroked his cock in time with your movements. "Fuck, baby, your ass looks so good," he murmured, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I can't wait to fuck you again."

Your ass and legs began to tremble, the tension in your body building with every stroke. You could feel your orgasm approaching, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over you. "Kylian," you gasped, your voice trembling as much as your body, "I'm going to cum."

His groans grew louder, his strokes faster, "Do it, baby. Cum for me."

With trembling legs, you began to slap your pussy, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. Your other hand clamped over your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sounds escaping you, your body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The stinging sensation mixed with the pleasure of your fingering was overwhelming. Each slap echoed through the quiet room, a rhythmic punctuation to Kylian's strokes and your gasps.

You slid a finger again, feeling your cum ooze. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that you couldn't help but look at the camera behind you, a tired smile playing on your lips. You knew Kylian was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed flesh, and the thought made you hotter.

"Putain bébé, t'es tellement sexy," (Fuck baby, you're so sexy)

Kylian's voice was a hoarse whisper, the sound of his hand still working his cock in the background.

His hand move faster, his strokes becoming more erratic. The tension in his body was palpable, his muscles tightening with every second that passed. And then, with a loud groan, he came.

Kylian's cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering against his abs and stomach. The sight was mesmerizing, a beautiful mess of white and your desire. He painted himself with his release, his hand moving in slow, lazy circles, smearing it across his skin.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours, "That was incredible."

You watched him through the phone screen, panting and flushed, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. You couldn't believe what had just happened—how you'd both given into the moment, separated by miles of ocean yet feeling closer than ever.

He took a picture, capturing his cum-covered abs and his still-hard cock. He sent it to you without a word, and you stared at the image, a strange mix of satisfaction and longing filling you. The stark white of his cum against his tanned skin was a powerful visual, a testament to the intensity of his desire for you.

With your own arousal still pulsing through you, you pulled your bikini bottoms back up, feeling the sticky wetness of your cum against your skin. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of naughtiness as you adjusted the panties. They felt like a secret, a deliciously dirty little part of you that Kylian had unlocked from afar.

"I want to fuck you, baby," Kylian's voice was a low rumble, the sound of his need resonating through your body. You could feel your pussy clench at the words, the desire for him to fill you up so intense it was almost painful.

"I want that too," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "So much."

The line went quiet again, the only sound the distant laughter from outside the cabin and the steady beat of your own heart. You felt a sense of longing, a deep ache that no amount of self-pleasure could ever truly fill.

"I miss you," Kylian finally said, his voice softer now, the passionate haze of his orgasm giving way to a tender vulnerability.

You grabbed your sundress from the floor and slipped it on, your legs still trembling from what had just happened.

You felt your own heart swell at his words, the distance between you suddenly feeling like a tangible void that needed to be filled. "Me too," you murmured, leaning against the sink, the coolness of the marble a stark contrast to the heat of your skin.

Kylian took a deep, shaky breath, then stood up from the bed. He reached for a towel, wiping the last remnants of his pleasure from his stomach and cock. His erection began to subside, the need momentarily sated by the intense orgasm he'd just had. He pulled his shorts back on, his cock still half-hard, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer.

As he buttoned them up, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness that it wasn't your hand touching him.

"I'll be home soon," Kylian promised, his voice still thick with lust. "And when I do, I'm going to fuck you like it's the last time we'll ever be together."

The words hung in the air, heavy with desire and promise. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a thrill that was both terrifying and incredibly exciting. "I'll be waiting," you murmured, your voice a mere whisper of a promise.

Exhaustion enveloped your body as you whispered that you’d call him by morning, and with shared "I love yous," the call ended.

Kylian remained in a euphoric haze, as he stepped out of his cabin, he tried to mask the storm within. But his mind raced with the memory of your sounds, your body.

He found Achraf and walked over to him.

"There you are, the best player in the world," his teammate joked, his voice thick with drunken cheer as he raised his cup in a toast.

That night, Kylian felt like a God, basking in the praise of his teammates. Yet, his thoughts were consumed by the longing to return to you, to worship you—his Goddess.

note: ngl, that leaked convo from when he was still at Monaco..man’s a freak 😭 this fic gives off “I’m doing it, are you?” meme LMAOOO bye 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[spideyanakin]

Reader being a cat to reveal who the traitor is genius. And I think peter noticed the symbolism behind it.

The part with the widow pearls was sad, rip regulus 😔

I cant wait to read more on reader being Madam Black 🤭

THANK YOU HIHIHIHIHI

I'm so glad you noticed <3 I was so happy when I came up with the idea of the cat hihi. Also reg will always be in our hearts ♥️

here is mr black and mrs black reuniting to heal our hearts

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - sirius black x malfoy + slytherin! reader, the order takes a break after peter has been caught, sirius joins you outside for some fresh air (and some revelations)

warnings - revelations and reunions <3, yearning, longing, and everything in between. mentions of minor character death (r's mom who was sick), smoking (s bad for u), james being a menace, spot the Metallica reference lmao

read the part before

The soft autumn air suddenly felt heavy.

You kept facing the sea, watching as the waves grazed the sand below the cliff. You could feel Sirius shifting beside you, the sound of his leather jacket, the zipper of a pocket, and the crisp sound of a cigarette box with the wrapper still half on.

The spark of his lighter caught the corner of your eye, and soon after followed a cloud of smoke gently blown your way by the wind.

With your gaze still fixed on the waves, you saw his hand move towards you, offering you his cigarette. You took it without a second thought. You hadn't smoked since the last time you had seen him.

You took two long drags before you handed it back to him, your gazes still refusing to meet.

A sense of deja vue filled you. Suddenly you were back atop the astronomy tower at the start of your seventh year. Tension slithering between you before it would hopefully crack.

You knew how it had gone the last time. You could never stay apart from him for long. You had always felt close, no matter how far. No matter how many times life has pulled you away from one another, you still felt that tug, that string pull you towards him.

But no matter how hard it was, there was a reason the two of you had called it off the last time. There was a reason you had tried to break that unbreakable string.

You were to be married to his brother, which you now were.

You had pledged your allegiance to the dark lord.

There wasn’t a world anymore where the two of you could have attempted keeping this up.

In 7th year, you were already risking your life sneaking around. You had both risked your lives trying to see each other after graduation, and then he had risked his life coming to see you, for one the last time, the night before your wedding.

The grey area you had been dancing around had been reduced to ashes by the exceedingly fast brewing war.

And now, as you smoked together watching the waves dance upon the sand, it seemed that maybe, just maybe there was a flicker of hope for a happy ending.

But how could he forgive you for never choosing him?

After an unknown number of smoke clouds, he sighed. It wasn't out of annoyance. It was soft, as if he was finally getting rid of an unknown tension that prevented him from voicing anything.

"How have you been?" You could tell he had a hard time asking. Voice laced with rugged emotions as he kept his gaze toward the waves.

You finally dared to look at him.

"Frankly, I do not really know. You?"

He laughed the tension out his shoulders, "frankly? I don't know either."

"Well, that makes two of us."

It took him another minute before he looked at you after he discarded his cigarette.

You stayed without a word spoken as he scanned your face. Your tired eyes peering back at him.

His hair was longer than when you last saw him, and a huddle of tattoos peeked out of his clothes anywhere skin would dare show. You could tell he was probably just as tired as you, but his eyes still held that fire you loved so much about him.

Salazar you had missed him.

But emotions didn't have time to surface because soon enough his gaze tore away from you, and you found yourself looking down to your shoes.

"How long have you been on our side?" He asked, and you heard him huff as he tried fishing for a second cigarette.

"Since we left Hogwarts."

You watched as Sirius dropped his lighter, a surprised groan leaving his lips.

You both bent down to pick it up, fingers brushing as you reached for the lighter first. You handed it to him.

It felt like sparks flew from the mere brush of your hands, and you knew Sirius had felt it too by the surprise in his eyes. With a second too long of your hands lingering, you finally spoke through the ice.

"I missed you."

"Why didn't you tell me you were working for the order?" His voice was soft, and you carefully scanned his traits as he placed his new cigarette to his lips and lit it.

"To keep you safe."

"I could have handled it."

"Sirius..."

"I can't believe it."

"Is it so hard to believe?"

"If I’m being honest, yeah!" His voice rose from an octave or two until he got quieter again. "After you refused to come with me, twice. Yeah. Especially since, apparently, the second time I asked, you were already allied with Albus."

"Sirius..." you trailed as you watched him advert your gaze as he burned away his cigarette, sighing half of the smoke through his nose.

"You couldn't leave. I know." He looked down.

"I wanted to," you stepped closer to face him, trying to gain his eyes. "You out of anyone should know how desperately I wanted to be like you, be with you," your voice quivered. "But I had strings attaching me there, I had my mother to take care of, and then- then when she passed and I finally thought I could leave, that nothing kept me back anymore I-" You stopped in your rambles, too afraid of voicing the rest of your thoughts.

Sirius was staring back at you with glassy eyes, mouth slightly agape at your sudden confession. You were about to leave. You were actually going to, but then his face hardened again, the sudden reminder of reality hitting him.

He didn't need to be a genius to figure out what had kept you there. If his information was correct your son was born around nine months after your wedding. Your mother died barely two months after the ceremony.

"Another string kept you attached."

"Yes," your voice was hoarse over the suppression of your tears, and it took you another minute before you managed to use your voice again. "I didn't mean it to."

That seemed to get his attention, and you watched as confusion riddled his eyes.

You took in a sharp breath. You weren't even close to ready to have this conversation, but here you were, plotting against the dark lord, not even being sure of making it past these next few weeks.

It was now or never.

"Breaks over!" James's voice rang from the opened window, causing your shoulders to jump at the interruption.

Sirius dropped his dying cigarette before pressing it with his foot and giving you the best sad and tired smile he could muster as he headed back to the door.

"Wait, Sirius," you caught his arm before he could grab the handle. "If anything were to happen... to me or r-" you caught yourself. "If anything were to happen, promise me you will take care of Perseus."

You could feel him tense under your touch at the mention. His expression almost stoic as his movements fully stopped.

He caught your gaze and suddenly something seemed to shift in him, he almost smiled.

"So that's the little rascal's name."

The lightness in his voice took you aback, and you almost smiled too.

"Yes. Perseus Sirius Black," you sheepishly mumbled and watched his eyes widen.

"Is that why Walburga and Orion finally kicked the bucket? Must of given them both of heart attack," he mumbled and this time you couldn't help but smile.

"No," you bit your lip. "Your mother insisted he wore Reg’s name. We told her he did but we wrote Sirius on the official papers."

"First borns usually take their middle names after their fathers."

“They do…"

Sirius couldn’t decipher your expression but took it as a sheepish ‘we broke the rules, so what’ because he couldn’t even dare to even think of looking into the fact that you could mean anything else by it.

"Didn't take my brother for a sentimental," he muttered before fixing his hair in attempt to distract himself. "I'll do what I can, but I promise you, it won't come to that. You'll come home to him."

He reached for the door again, and the burning feeling that after tonight, you weren’t sure when you would see him again came nagging at your gut.

The same voice rang through your mind again.

It was now, and If not, the possibility of never.

"Regulus never laid a finger on me," you blurted out.

Sirius turned back to you with a confused expression, one hand already on the door handle.

"We, um-" You were blinking extremely fast now, heart fluttering uncontrollably as he awaited for you to elaborate. "Weneverconsummatedthemarriage."

"Sorry?" Sirius tried to comprehend the string of blabber. He had heard it. But it just didn't make sense in is mind.

Nope. Absolutely zero sense.

But then by the look of absolute terror and pain in your eyes, he seemed to connect two and two together.

His jaw opened by itself, literally like one of those muggle cartoons Lily made Harry watch on Friday nights using what she called a TV.

He wanted to speak. Say something, anything. But all words died down in the back of his throat.

Suddenly Sirius fell. One second he was leaning against the door and the next he was being swished backwards and harshly onto the wooden floor of location twelve, which didn't make any sense because there was supposed to be a door behind him.

He blinked to realize that his hand was indeed still securely on the handle of said door, with James sheepishly on the other side of it.

"Prongs!"

"Sorry mate didn't know you were behind it." He looked at you and then back at Sirius, "we're waiting for you."

[auren-zagarra]

Hello, I hope you're doing fine ! English isn't my first language either, so I'm amazed by your writing talent ^^ May I resquest a GN Reader x Jade (but mostly centered on Jade point of vue), where our usually calm and composed eel tastes the sparkles of sexual pleasure for the first time ? Maybe merfolk mating is more about emotionnal connection and procreation than physical pleasure, but in human form it can be the three of them? I honnestly just wish to see Jade breaking free from his usual composure, and finally expressing himself without shame nor restrains ^^' (I hope it's not too specific) Please, have a nice day :)

stulta siren

Content Warning: Jade x GN!Reader, sex, primal kink (?), overstimulation, biting. MDNI.

Characters Count: 7704

His composed and courteous visage began to soften beneath your touch, a porcelain mask yielding to warmth. He watched you with fascination as you drew him closer - like a sinner tempting fate, craving the taste of something forbidden cloaked in the illusion of a lover’s embrace. How have you managed this? To unmake Jade, to coax him into surrender, to reduce him - he, the ever-cynical observer - to yet another creature ensnared by longing, no different from the pitiable souls he once scorned for bartering away their very selves in pursuit of love? Perhaps this twin was not as untouchable as he fancied himself. For in truth, deep within the depths he rarely dared to explore, he would trade even his voice just to feel the certainty of your form in his arms. Such desire is no mere folly of humankind, but a curse borne by all living things.

But he had to remain composed and measured. How would any student react upon witnessing him unravel so shamelessly in your presence? His smile, that finely-honed mask of civility - his most potent weapon - faltered, just barely, as your whispered endearments brushed against his ear like a lover’s incantation. And his body, a traitorous little thing, moved toward you of its own accord. Yet this was no ordinary response, no instinctive answer to the call of mermen seeking union for the sake of lineage or closeness. No, this was something far more ruinous. It was as though his very flesh had been set alight, scorched by the slow-burning inferno that was your love. He felt himself consumed, not with duty, but with desperate want, lost in the searing, intimate abyss of desire. And you… you cradled his face with such unbearable gentleness, pressing soft kisses to his skin like blessings he was never meant to receive. Oh, how Jade yearned, to the very marrow of his being, to taste this new kind of madness with you.

His face rested against the hollow of your bare neck, breath hot and unsteady, while Jade’s hands slipped beneath the fabric of your blouse like a tide rising to claim the shore. Then came the bite, sharp and possessive, a primal gesture born from something that stirred within him the beast that slumbered beneath civility. It was not pain he wished to inflict, though pain it brought; it was hunger, a need to claim, not to harm. But you understood. You always had. The sting beneath his teeth was his way of showing devotion, a visceral display of the intimacy he could not name aloud. And so you squirmed beneath him, gasping softly as your fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him back to that secret place on your throat where his mouth had first branded you. The world beyond his room blurred into nothingness. Clothes vanished, flung into shadows like fallen petals - irrelevant, forgotten. What mattered now was not modesty, nor fear, nor consequence. What mattered was the nearness - the unbearable, blessed proximity of skin to skin, soul to soul. And as you stood bared before your lover, stripped of all pretenses, your only wish was to surrender to the inevitable gravity of the moment… to feel that sacred, trembling connection bloom between your bodies.

And so his fingers wandered, gliding along the length of your thighs like a composer caressing the keys of a long-forgotten piano, coaxing forth a symphony of lust and longing, of sin laced with a strange, aching mercy. Each touch drew you further from reason, until he reached that sacred place: the center of your trembling desire, where pleasure dissolved thought and your voice rose in a breathless cry, shaped only by the syllables of his name. You were no siren, and yet… at times, he doubted that truth. How could a creature of mere flesh and blood so effortlessly dismantle him? Strip him of every layer of decorum, every cold-blooded instinct, until all that remained was a man undone - desperate not for dominance, but for the chance to worship?

To please you. To feel you. To consume you.

Ah, forgive him, sweet love - for this Leech could bear it no longer. With trembling hands, he undid the buckle of his belt, the sound quiet but resounding, like the opening of some sacred gate. He lowered himself between your legs like a pilgrim at the altar, his breath shallow, his eyes dark and unblinking. And then, he entered the ocean of you, a depth so intoxicating, so infinite… he knew, with terrible certainty, that he would never surface again.

His hips met yours in a cadence, a solemn rhythm that would bring him to his ruin. And in that trembling union, Jade came to know the truth that once eluded his cold and curious mind: why mankind, frail and ever-fleeting, bowed so easily to the altar of desire. Your voice - drenched in ecstasy, fragmented into moans and broken syllables of his name - rose like incense into the night air, and with it, you unmade him. In the clasp of your limbs and the heat of your breath, he was no longer the careful, calculating creature of the sea, but something far more human… Ah, so this was the price of tasting the forbidden fruit. For once it touches the tongue, the soul forgets hunger and remembers only craving.

And you - you were that fruit. That cursed sweetness. The snake that enchanted him. His downfall. His divine affliction.

He held your thighs with the desperation of a drowning man clutching driftwood, his hands trembling not with fear, but with devotion. And as he moved within you, again and again, the world dissolved - time fractured, and nothing remained but the wet heat of your union and the cruel, holy rhythm of flesh against flesh. Each thrust was a prayer, each gasp, a psalm, each collision, a promise to never return from the abyss you’d led him into. And still, the bed cried out against the wall - a hollow percussion - echoing the madness rising in his chest. Your form beneath him, haloed by moonlight and marred by shadows, was a vision too exquisite for this world. He gazed down at you, lips parted, as though beholding a relic too sacred to touch. Then, slowly, he bowed his head to your chest - to mark once again who you belonged to.

That wicked smile - sharp as a blade, cruel as temptation - had felled many before you. Yet for you, it did not frighten; it thrilled. It summoned the darkness within your own decaying heart, made it beat harder, faster, as if answering a call of love. And so, entwined in that carnal rite - an offering upon the altar of Asmodeus - you reached your peak. The climax tore through you like a divine curse, your lips bitten red, hips stuttering against the flesh that had so thoroughly undone you. A wicked act, yes, but holy in its own blasphemous way. Yet Jade… ah, Jade was not finished.

Though his body had spilled the sacred essence of life deep within you - warm and heavy - there was no peace in him yet. For how could a creature as inquisitive as he, ever content himself with a single taste of sin? No… no, one round was the prologue to a far deeper descent. He needed more. He needed all of you. You had awakened something untamed in him - a wildness not born of blood or sea, but of want. And now, beneath the flickering candlelight, you were to be his guide. His tutor in pleasures long buried beneath silk smiles and cold calculation. And you, poor, beautiful thing, you did not yet know what price would be paid for such indulgence. For by the time the sun bled over the horizon, its pale light slipping through half-closed curtains, you would no longer be the composed soul who once whispered his name in pride. No, you would be a trembling relic of devotion - lips parted in dazed praise, limbs weak, voice hoarse with gasped confessions of adoration.

A mess.

And Jade… he would only smile again, ready to begin once more.

[funlovinzara]

Reigen Arataka x Gyaru! Reader

Requested by - @whyisummmuknow

(Heads up: the type of gyaru isn’t specified! You’re free to choose whatever!)

Intro: Reigen and Mob were assigned to complete an exorcism at an abandoned hotel, however there was a 90s throw-back festival that ended up slowing them down.

Warnings: None/Fluff

*brrrrr* *brrrr* Mobs phone rang, he picked up to see Reigen calling “Hello?” Mob says monotoned. “Hey Mob, it’s the usual, we have an exorcism down at the abandoned hotel from the 2000s.” Mob nods “Oh okay, but Master Reige-.” Reigen feeling exotic, cuts off Mob. On the other side of the phone he does his classic arm movements, “Don’t worry Mob, it’s going to be a breeze.” Mob was actually going to mention the fact that there would be a festival today and that there normal time would be slowed trying to bypass everyone. But as usual, he said nothing and went with it.

Mob showed up to the office, Reigen already prepared to leave. “Ah hey Mob! Is dimple with you?” Dimple appears out of hiding from Reigens annoyance. “Yup…right here.” “Alright let’s go!” Reigen takes a look at his phone while walking to check the newest news and he was the only one who didn’t know about the throwback festival, at the exact time they left the office.

“Hey….hey did you guys know about this?” Reigen says showing his phone to Mob and Dimple. “Yeah everybody knows, it’s an event that happens every decade.” Said Dimple, unfazed. Reigen shrugged a little disappointed, “We might go through some trouble, let’s hurry.” The group moves quickly towards the abandoned hotel, but it was too late. The festival had already begun so they had to slow down, however Mob and Dimple didn’t mind slowing down and watching. Mob was in awe at all the cultures and sub-genre’s of clothings from years before.

“Wow master Reigen, these people are really having fun!” Reigen sighs in an unpleasant tone, “This is not what we came here to do, we wont get all the money if we don’t finish in time, lets get a move on and-.” Reigen turns while talking and walks into someone a part of the festival, your drink falls out your hand and onto the sidewalk. “Hey!” You say booming towards to group. “I hope you’re going to help me pay for that.”

Reigen with his eyes on the ground, says “listen ma’am we don’t have time….time…TIME…?” He looks up and takes a look at your flashy physique and makeup. Mob and Dimple look just as astonished. “Uhhhh” Reigen is at a loss for words. Mob however really wanted to speak to you, everyone at this festival has seemed so unique and joyous. “I really like your style miss..” you look at the boy and grin slightly, still a bit angered your drink was spilled. “No need to be formal, im y/n!” Reigen butts in “Well y/n we have an important job to do, really i do apologize for the inconvenience but we really gotta go.”

You take a look at the man,

Hes quite handsome..

His suit is ironed with a tight fit around his chest and legs, showing very slight muscle. His eyes with a bland but seemly seductive aura beams towards your own eyes. His hair, a bit frizzled but still neat. Taking a closer look he appears to have tiny freckled spots and smooth lips. “Ah right.” Reigen may or may not have a soft spot for your cute face and exaggerated eye makeup, he finds it attractive. “Well y/n, heres my card. Anyway Mob let’s go! We’re gonna be late!”

“Oh..bye y/n!” Mob waves, you wave back with a smile.

The group runs off and you stand there with the card and look down, ha. Fake business card, its just his number.

Dimple swoops over to Reigen. “I definitely saw that, looks like someone is trying out new things these days.”

“Shut up dimple.”

Sorry for the short stories guyss i will keep trying to make longer ones

[oncanvas]

Vue du Sacré-Coeur, rue du Mont-Cenis, Montmartre, Maurice Utrillo, October 1922

Gouache on paper 19 x 14 ¼ in. (48.3 x 36.2 cm)

[artsandculture]

Liberty Leading the People (1830) 🎨 Eugene Delacroix 🏛️ The Louvre 📍 Paris, France

Perhaps Delacroix’s most influential and most recognizable paintings, Liberty Leading the People was created to commemorate the July Revolution of 1830, which removed Charles X of France from power. Delacroix wrote in a letter to his brother that a bad mood that had been hold of him was lifting due to the painting on which he was embarking (the Liberty painting), and that if he could not fight for his country then at least he would paint for it. The French government bought the painting in 1831, with plans to hang it in the room of the new king Louis-Philippe, but it was soon taken down for its revolutionary content. Lady Liberty was eventually the model for the Statue of Liberty, which was given to the United States 50 years later, and has also been featured on the French banknote.

Peint de septembre à décembre 1830 dans l'atelier loué par Eugène Delacroix au 15 (actuel n°17 ?) quai Voltaire, à Paris ; envisagé pour la deuxième Exposition au profit des blessés de Juillet 1830, galerie de la Chambre des Pairs (palais du Luxembourg), Paris, janvier 1831 (n° 508 du livret sous le titre "Une Barricade"), en réalité non prêté ; admis par le jury le 13 avril 1831 et exposé au Salon de 1831 (ouvert du 1er mai au 15 août), Paris, Musée royal (Louvre), n° 511 du livret sous le titre "Le 28 juillet. La liberté guidant le peuple" (n° 1380 du registre d'entrée des ouvrages au Salon, sous le titre "La Liberté guidant le peuple au 29 juillet" [sic], aux dimensions de "293 x 358 cm" cadre compris) ; envisagé comme achat de la Liste civile du roi Louis-Philippe Ier, en juillet 1831, au prix de 2 000 francs, finalement acheté à l'artiste par le ministère du Commerce et des Travaux publics en août 1831, au prix de 3 000 francs (en remplacement de la commande à Delacroix, au même prix, d'un tableau d'histoire ayant pour sujet "Le roi Louis-Philippe Ier visitant la chaumière où il logea près de Valmy, le 8 juin 1831", annulée suite au désistement de Delacroix) ; présenté au musée du Luxembourg, Paris, en 1832 et en 1833 (n° 160 du supplément au catalogue du musée) ; mis en réserve vers 1833-1834 ; confié à l'artiste vers 1839 qui le met en dépôt au domicile de sa tante, Félicité Riesener, et de son cousin Léon Riesener, à Frépillon (Val-d'Oise) ; réclamé à l'artiste par la direction des Musées nationaux (ministère de l'Intérieur) en mars 1848 (Delacroix demande à cette occasion une augmentation du prix de 7 000 francs, soit un total de 10 000 francs ; cette augmentation lui est refusée) ; prêté par Delacroix au peintre et entrepreneur lyonnais Alphonse Jame entre mai 1848 et mars 1849, en vue d'être exposé à Lyon, contre 1000 francs (payés en deux versements de 500 francs, le 11 septembre 1849 et le 8 mars 1850) ; rentré à Paris et restitué à l'administration en mars 1849 ; possiblement présenté au musée du Luxembourg, Paris, à partir de juin 1849 jusqu'en 1850 (mais absent du catalogue du musée) ; mis en réserve dans les magasins du musée du Louvre de 1850 à 1855 ; présenté à l'Exposition universelle, Palais de l'Industrie et des Beaux-arts, Paris, 1855, n° 2926 du livret ; mis en réserve dans les magasins des Musées impériaux de 1856 à 1863 ; présenté au musée du Luxembourg, Paris, de 1863 à 1874 ; déplacé du musée du Luxembourg au musée du Louvre en novembre 1874 ; inventorié pour la première fois, sous le n° "R.F. 129", en 1875 et présenté à partir de cette date dans la salle des États au musée du Louvre ; mis en sécurité pendant la Première Guerre mondiale au couvent des Jacobins, à Toulouse (Haute-Garonne) de 1914 à 1918 ; restauré par Lucien Aubert (nettoyage et réintégration de la couche picturale) à Paris en 1920 ; mis en sécurité pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale au château de Chambord (Loir-et-Cher) en 1939, puis déplacé au château de Sourches, Saint-Symphorien (Sarthe), le 29 septembre 1943 ; rentré du château de Sourches au musée du Louvre, Paris, le 16 juin 1945 ; restauré par Raymond Lepage et Paul Maridat (rentoilage) et par Georges Zezzos (allègement et réintégration de la couche picturale), au musée du Louvre durant l'été 1949 ; présenté au musée du Louvre dans la salle Mollien d'octobre 1949 à 1969, puis en salle Daru de juin 1969 à juin 1994, puis en salle Mollien depuis décembre 1995 ; restauré par David Cueco et Claire Bergeaud (remplacement du châssis, pose de bandes de tension sur les bords de la toile) au musée du Louvre en janvier-février 1999 ; restauré par Bénédicte Trémolières et Laurence Mugniot (nettoyage et réintégration de la couche picturale) au musée du Louvre, d'octobre 2023 à avril 2024.

[thunderstruck9]

Ossip Zadkine (Russian/French, 1888-1967), Vue d'une ville [View of a town]. Gouache and watercolour on paper, 49.5 x 35.3 cm.

[fredomotophoto]

Road trip along the ridge route in Alsace with the Moto Morini X-Cape 650…

Canon EOS R

24-105mm F4 DG OS HSM | Art

ƒ/5.6 

38.0 mm 

1/250 

iso 100

(FR)

Route des Crêtes Vosges La Route des Crêtes est une voie longue de 88 kilomètres qui traverse le massif des Vosges, reliant Sainte-Marie-aux-Mines au nord à Uffholtz au sud, à proximité de Cernay. Elle a été créée pendant la Première Guerre mondiale pour des raisons stratégiques et permet aujourd’hui de découvrir les paysages les plus caractéristiques de la chaîne des Vosges.

Paysages et points de vue La Route des Crêtes offre des panoramas étendus inoubliables, avec des cols, des ballons, des lacs, des chaumes et des forêts. Elle passe par le col du Bonhomme, le col de la Schlucht, le massif du Hohneck, le Markstein, le Grand Ballon et le Vieil Armand. Le point le plus élevé est à 1 343 m au passage du Grand Ballon.

Activités La Route des Crêtes est accessible à pied, à vélo ou en voiture, en moto, en camping-car. Elle permet d’accéder aux sommets des massifs vosgiens, tels que le Grand Ballon (1 424 m), le Rothenbachkopf (1 316 m) et le Hohneck. Elle offre également l’accès au champ de bataille et au cimetière militaire de l’Hartmannswillerkopf.

Points d’intérêt Le Hartmannswillerkopf, également connu sous le nom de Vieil Armand, témoigne des terribles conflits de la Grande Guerre. Le Hohneck, troisième plus haut sommet des Vosges, offre un panorama paysagé avec en toile de fond les montagnes vosgiennes. La station de ski de La Bresse Hohneck, située aux pieds du Hohneck. Le col de la Schlucht, qui relie l’Alsace à la Lorraine par le biais de leurs vallées. Informations pratiques La route est fermée à la circulation chaque année à compter de mi-novembre pour toute la période hivernale. En hiver, elle est fermée au nord entre le col de la Schlucht et le col du Calvaire pour faire place aux pistes de ski de fond, et entre le col du Bonhomme et le col des Bagenelles, ainsi qu’au sud entre le Grand Ballon et les pistes de ski de La Bresse-Kastelberg. Des balades pédestres, des circuits VTT et des animations sont proposés aux départs des arrêts de la navette sur la route des crêtes. Conseils Parcourez la route en après-midi pour profiter des paysages les plus beaux. N’hésitez pas à vous arrêter aux nombreux bas-côtés de la route aménagés pour votre sécurité. Profitez des activités proposées, telles que le parapente ou la luge d’été, aux beaux jours. Prenez le temps de découvrir les vestiges historiques et les points de vue panoramiques qui jalonnent la route.

Bon… Nous, nous n'avons vraiment pas eu de chance cette fois là (en Juin). Brouillard, brouillard et encore brouillard toute la journée. Et le pire, c'est qu'il a fallu chercher de l'ombre une fois rentré tellement le soleil prenait sa revenche en fin de journée.

(EN)

Route des Crêtes Vosges The Route des Crêtes is an 88-kilometre-long road that crosses the Vosges massif, linking Sainte-Marie-aux-Mines in the north to Uffholtz in the south, near Cernay. It was created during the First World War for strategic reasons and today allows you to discover the most characteristic landscapes of the Vosges mountain range.

Landscapes and viewpoints The Route des Crêtes offers unforgettable, extensive panoramas, with passes, balloons, lakes, stubble fields and forests. It passes through the Col du Bonhomme, the Col de la Schlucht, the Hohneck massif, the Markstein, the Grand Ballon and the Vieil Armand. The highest point is at 1,343 m at the Grand Ballon pass.

Activities The Route des Crêtes is accessible on foot, by bike or by car, motorbike or camper van. It provides access to the peaks of the Vosges massifs, such as the Grand Ballon (1,424 m), the Rothenbachkopf (1,316 m) and the Hohneck. It also provides access to the Hartmannswillerkopf battlefield and military cemetery.

Points of interest The Hartmannswillerkopf, also known as Vieil Armand, bears witness to the terrible conflicts of the Great War. The Hohneck, the third highest peak in the Vosges, offers a landscaped panorama with the Vosges mountains as a backdrop. The La Bresse Hohneck ski resort, located at the foot of the Hohneck. The Schlucht pass, which connects Alsace to Lorraine through their valleys. Practical information The road is closed to traffic every year from mid-November for the entire winter period. In winter, it is closed to the north between the Col de la Schlucht and the Col du Calvaire to make way for cross-country ski trails, and between the Col du Bonhomme and the Col des Bagenelles, as well as to the south between the Grand Ballon and the La Bresse-Kastelberg ski slopes. Hiking trails, mountain bike trails and activities are offered at the shuttle stops on the Route des Crêtes. Tips Travel the road in the afternoon to enjoy the most beautiful landscapes. Don't hesitate to stop at the many roadsides designed for your safety. Enjoy the activities on offer, such as paragliding or summer tobogganing, when the weather is nice. Take the time to discover the historical remains and panoramic viewpoints that line the road.

Well… We were really unlucky this time (in june). Fog, fog and more fog all day long. And the worst part was that we had to look for shade once we got back because the sun was getting its revenge at the end of the day.

[junmayers]

Alberto Giacometti

VUE DE L'ATELIER (NATURE MORTE)

circa 1936-1939

patinated plaster

Sculpture

49.5 x 69.5 cm

[womblegrinch]

Paul Leduc (1876-1943) - Vue sur un canal éclairé par le soleil à Venise

Oil on canvas. 31.5 x 17.7 inches, 80 x 45 cm.

Estimate: €8,000-10,000.

Sold Hampel, Munich, 27 March 2025 for €6,000 + B.P.