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gkutfdvnn · 5 months

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Hugo was sitting in front of the screen after a hard day's work, exhausted by all the requests he had to take answer today and by the Parisian trains who ran late again. He was just happy to be able to relax now that he was home.

At first he was only browsing through the web, scanning his favourite channels for something new, podcasts, video games, commentaries, anything that would bring him some kind of enjoyment. That's when he saw a picture that caught his attention and stirred something between his legs. The image of a jock flexing in a gym. Hugo had to admit it, he had a type. He couldn't resist clicking on the thumbnail and landing on a website filled with images of big muscular men showing off their bodies. Most of them were flexing, straining their shirts and shorts, grinning and chuckling dumbly while having seemingly a great time. He browsed through the page mesmerised by what he saw, soon giving in to his wants in needs as the pictures didn't seem to end, each jock more handsome than the other. The cock that was resting in his boxer stirred and hardened, his hand reaching for the bulge hidden by his clothes. He laid back lazily in his gamer chair, his right hand pushing the buttons on his mouse as his left hand stroked lustfully his cock. He was getting so hard, harder than he has ever been while locking at all those stereotypical American jocks. All these dudes had awoken something deep within him, beyond need and want, a pleasure so great he slowly forgot his surroundings, not caring if anyone could see him from the windows. It was like Hugo was in trance, his basic functions controlled by his lust as he slowly pushed down his jeans and kicked them off to the corner of the room, moaning as the fabric rubbed against the tip of his cock, thicker than ever.

Hugo didn't look at all like the men flexing on his screen, he was smaller than average and lacked the muscular definition he so much craved. Even though his face was handsome in a typical southern french way, it lacked the handsome sharpness of the jocks he was now masturbating to. The tip of his cock leaked a considerable amount of precum as he stroked it again and again, unable to keep his eyes off the screen. He was so so hard, harder than ever, breathing in loudly as he went up and down his inflated dick, wishing to be able to stroke the big arms and legs of the many dudes flexing on his screens. Hugo had given up on rational thinking as the website had locked him in some kind of mind bending hypnosis. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. He wanted to be just like them, dumb and horny.

A new need arose inside Hugo. A spasm in his arms. A tickling in his hand that spread to his face. A light chuckle escaped his lips. The French man flexed, and it felt beyond any pleasure he had ever felt. His cock grew even harder and leakier, staining his black boxers. He flexed again while looking at another dude on the website. Just like him. This was so hot. He never was this horny. And it felt right, so right. Hugo pushed his boxers down to his knees, letting his hard rock member stand straight towards the screen to flex both of his arms like showing off, not noticing as his dick got even bigger, matching the size of the dude he was looking at. He was just too preoccupied by his arms. It was like with each strain of the muscle they got thicker. Nitin a pudgy way, but in hard and handsome one. Again, he lifted his arms to show off, and again, they grew just a little bit. His hands tingled as they grow, sending shivers through his core and to his cock, more precum leaking of the tip as he flexed again.

That's all he had to, not think and flex, again and again. Another chuckle left his mouth, deeper and dumber as his eyes grew dull. Hugo turned around a bit as his core thickened. Biceps bulging and arms lengthened with his back as all grew and expanded in every direction. His position shifted and he spread his legs as his ass inflated to become just as hard and big as the rest of his body. It was so hot to watch his body grow and change, enough for him to lower both hands toward his stomach to feel the skin heating up and muscle thickening there as well.

By now he must have grown by a foot, feeling parts of his back strain as he explored every inch of his upper body, soon his hands met his face, feeling the bones and skin shifting under his palms as the entire structure changed. If he'd been able to look at himself he would have noticed how his European looks had left him to be replaced by something more foreign, a perfect replica of the many faces he had seen today. Hugo now looked more like your typical American jock, his hair shortening ever so slightly as he bit his lips.

His left hand reached for his cock again, the skin receding to become cut as more precum leaked from the tip and covered his hand. It smelled strong and masculine, making his lust and desire grow even. Hugo, or Dan, brought his feet together to ruboner against the other, moanin as the soles grew and stretched, thinning the cloth until it itself started to transform. The material thickened again and lightened until it was pure white, the white pieces of clothes growing up his calves, stretching again as the muscle of his legs bulged. Dan looked at his muscular feet draped in white socks, still rubbing one foot against the other, watching his bigger toes wriggle at the end of each. Soon his thighs ballooned out, stretching the synthetic cloth of his boxers as they changed to his new size too, becoming as white as the new pair of socks the American jock wore. He came hard, spraying his seed all over his desk and screen as his previous life left him. A new picture appeared on the website. One of him flexing, then another one of him with his dick in hand, thick spurts of precum leaking out of him with the caption "hot American jock from California."

Dan didn't mind the attention, quite enjoying the attention he was receiving. He thought about opening an only fan as he cleaned himself, maybe once he came back from his exchange program in France.

#male tf #muscle tf #male transformation #hockey #race change #jock tf #jock transformation

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shoyoist · 1 year

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ﾟ+* ꔫ — 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 + 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 !!

content: gn!reader. sfw — fluff. slightly suggestive in shidou's part. featuring: bachira meguru, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, michael kaiser. some of these hcs were suggested to me by other tumblr users! they are credited separately under each part<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ he thinks of these special moments whenever he's feeling down, and it helps him get right back up.

° 𐐒𐐚 . bachira meguru + painting date!

credit to @katasstrophy for the idea! the bachira family has a little art studio built in their house, owned by bachira's mom. he takes you there one time, and though you'd been doing your best to keep things clean for his mother's sake, the two of you end up making a huge mess.

you're intently dabbing brown and yellow paint on your little canvas, looking back at the mental image you've conjured of your boyfriend sitting in a field of flowers and smiling at you, when you hear shuffling behind you.

"baby, baby," is all bachira says in warning. "look this way!" and you turn around, wide-eyed and inquiring as you finally look away from the canvas on which you've been meticulously painting a picture of your rogueishly adorable boyfriend—

only to be met with a splat of bright pink paint across your face. "m—meguru? what the hell?" it's on your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth that had been open in question to bachira's urgent request for you to turn around, and it's nearly in your eye. "god i could've eaten that shit!"

the sound of bachira's unapologetic giggling fills the quiet studio as you get up and pluck a wad of tissues from the box on the table nearby, wiping your face off with it. while your back is turned, he flicks his paint-sopped brush at you again, and you feel the paint hit the back of your neck. "don't do that!"

you stand up straight and turn your back to your easel, squaring your shoulders and doing your best to protect the painting.

"it's—" bachira's laughing so hard now, he snorts in between his words. "it's even worse now, baby — it's all over your face!" and you know that. because you can feel the paint smear down to your chin as you wipe. oh, you think, he's so fucking cute right now, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkly as he giggles.

but that's not going to stop you from retaliating. meguru, you're about to get it.

his mother chewed him out and made him clean the place up afterwards, but bachira would do it again and again and again, just to see your pretty smile and hear your pretty laugh, your eyes lit up as you tried to stay angry with him while the two of you made a mess of yourselves and the studio once more.

° 𐐒𐐚 . hyoma chigiri + poetry analysis date!

credit to @yakshasslut for the idea! chigiri gives you a book of his favourite love poems to read while he's away, and by the time he comes back home, you're brimming with tender feelings for him and he flusters so sweetly when you express it. ever since, it's been a tradition to share and mull over novels and poems together.

not many of chigiri's friends or teammates are well-versed in poetry or literature in general, but there is one novel of prose that each and every one of them can name and recognize within an instant — and it's a book that you gave your boyfriend as a gift, years ago.

it doesn't have much of you in it — it's a collection of poems that express the joys and pains of long distance love, and the only hint of you in it is the lipstick kiss on the front page, with a "for hyoma, my one and only<3" written on it in your handwriting.

he takes it everywhere. flicks through the pages while he's on the plane, while he's resting in his hotel room, and sometimes even takes it with him to games.

he takes so much care to keep it safe and in good condition, but it's quite worn now— he can't bring himself to shelf it, though. it's his most prized posession, almost.

he reads it and keeps in mind that while he's away, you're reading the new book that he had gifted you before he left, and he smiles to himself, imagining how you underline and draw hearts around your favourite lines and write little pencil notes about how "this is you @ me!"

don't get it wrong, chigiri loves being on the field. he loves the glamour, the adrenaline, the fire of scoring a goal — but at his heart, he's soft. domestic.

he hopes fondly for the day he'll get to lay in bed with you again (he's only going to be away for two weeks. but it feels like two months, or even years, sometimes) and have a cozy little date where you just sip on warm coffee and share sweet cakes while mulling over poems together.

it's comforting. it's home.

he thinks about the worn book of poems that sits on your shelf, back at your place. the one he gave you.

the one you read all the time, leaving new annotations bookmarked for him to find each time he picks the book up for a read.

if he ever actually tired of football, chigiri thinks he might just become a poet. for you.

° 𐐒𐐚 . mikage reo + picnic date at the beach!

credit to anonymous! reo is a rich man, and he's so used to fancy dinner dates, luxury trips, first class service, all that. so when you take him on a cute little beach date, getting him to help you cut sandwiches and bake brownies and cookies earlier in the day, it was a new experience for him. and he loves it.

“reo, what about here?” you ask, turning around to look at him as you hop in your cute little sandals on the sand. he's carrying the picnic basket and you have the blanket folded under your arms — and he's been following you across the pretty beach for about fifteen minutes now.

though you ask him if he likes the spot, he knows from the look in your eyes that you actually like this place, and it's nice! the sand is soft and there's not a lot of rocks or seaweed under foot, the shore is a short walk away, and the sunset spills so pretty onto your skin and into your eyes.

he's almost lost in the sight — but when you call his name again, sounding a little concerned as you ask, “reo? you okay?” he snaps out of it and gives you one of his signature, wide and adorable grins. “yeah! here is fine, baby.”

he doesn't know but even his eyes are lit up, the violet of them beautiful and tinted gold in the light of the setting sun, and you can't help but cup his face and kiss him as he puts the basket down and sits on the blanket beside you.

“isn't this fun?” you giggle against his lips, and he hums in agreement, taking your waist in his hands and pulling you in for another kiss. the evening has just started, but he already knows that he'll remember this moment fondly, forever. “mhm, it is fun.”

“you sure?” you ask, tracing his cheek with your thumb, and it's almost a softer, warmer feeling than that of the sun kissing his face. “it's not your usual scene, i know. we can always go to a—”

”no,” reo cuts you off, taking your hand. the smile he gives you is prettier, brighter than any he's ever given you before. it takes your breath away. “it's not my usual scene, yeah.” he chuckles. “in fact, i've never had a picnic on the beach in my life until now. but it's... nice. i love it.”

he says it so softly, and it's rare, coming from your bubbly, bright and ever-so-forward lover. and that's how you know he's telling you the truth.

“alright then.” you kiss his cheek, pulling away and sitting back, dragging the basket closer so you can take the food out. it's just a little kiss, the same as any other kiss you've given his cheek — but somehow, it holds a different sort of warmth, and it comforts him. makes him feel so softly, gently beloved.

and he swears he'll hold this warmth to his cheek, to his chest, to his heart — forever.

° 𐐒𐐚 . michael kaiser + homemade spa date!

credit to anonymous! off days with kaiser are the nicest spent indoors. you go on outdoor dates (and on dates overseas) so often, that it's a nice change to stay at home once in a while and spend some sweet, domestic time with him instead.

“mikka,” your tone is scolding as you cradle his face in your palms, stopping him from wiggling around as you try to stay balanced in his lap. “can you stop moving? the serum is getting in your hair!”

kaiser laughs, the lift of his lips making him look all the more prettier, and hence all the more fucking distracting, as you try to wipe the residual bits of the face mask you'd just peeled off your boyfriend's face, replacing the thick, opaque cleanser with softly translucent moisturizer.

he taps your palmful of moisturizer with an index finger, and with a quick move of the digit he swipes the blob on your nose, making you flinch back and blink in surprise.

“mikka!”

ah, there it is. mission successful. kaiser almost wishes he could go to sleep forever and in his dreams, listen to you calling him by that sweet little petname for the rest of his life. almost.

because he wishes more than that to kiss you all the time. like right now. he leans forward, the smile stretching his mouth giving away his intention to you, but not in time for you to escape. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in, kissing you with soft, sweet and swollen lips that you'd just finished exfoliating with sugar and honey.

“baby,” your eyebrows furrow, but you still kiss him back and it makes him chuckle because oh, for all the fuss you make and all the scowling you do, you love him so. “we'll never get to the manipedi by movie time at this rate.”

“movie time can wait, princess,” he sighs against your lips. “all i want right now is to watch you, anyway.”

and his words are romantic, suggestive, and they'd bring a blush to your cheeks for sure — if he hadn't accidentally tipped you off balance in that second.

“mikka!—” you yelp (to his delight) as he grabs you and tries to steady you — but even as he saves you, your hand reflexively flails upwards to curl around his arm for support.

and with a smack, the moisturizer is all over his bicep instead of lathered evenly across his face as it should be.

the upset on your face is apparent, but kaiser only grins expectantly as he grips your waist, adjusts your position in his lap again, waiting.

and you don't disappoint. “look what you've done! mikka!”

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anon-sect · 19 days

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picture source anonymous.

Drey and lab partner Nile were given a tough assignment in chemistry class of there sophomore year in college. Drey was a hard working student that always got straight As, while Nile was one who slacked when it came to assignments. The professor wanted to help Nile become a better student, so he partnered him up with the smartest student in the class, hoping some of those good habits would rub off on him.

When the assignment was complete and graded, both Drey and Nile were given an A for the assignment. The professor asked Drey if Nile really did pull his weight on the project, and he told him yes. What the professor didn't know was that Drey was forced to say yes by Nile.

Once they were partnered together, Drey started noticing Nile's feet. When Nile noticed that Drey was looking at his feet often, he figured that he had a foot fetish. He decided to use this fact to his advantage. He offered his feet to Drey to do whatever he wanted to do with them.

Drey would have feet worship sessions in Nile's dorm room when his roommate wasn't present. Nile would even let Drey lay under his desk as a footrest while he gamed on his computer, sometimes for hours sniffing his feet. But when it came time to work on the project, he told Drey to do all the work and they both would take credit. A day before presenting the project, Drey had threated to tell the professor he had done all the work and Nile did none. Nile then showed a ton of pictures and some videos of the foot worship sessions. He then threatened Drey that if he didn't say they both worked on it together, he would show the pictures and videos to his roommate first and then to a lot of other students. Not wanting his foot fetish to be well known, he relented to Nile's demand.

Three days after getting the A, Drey had a change of heart on his decision to remain silent. He texts Nile that he was going to tell the professor the truth, it didn't matter if he was exposed. Nile texted back that he was sorry for blackmailing him and that it was wrong for him to do that. He also told him that he will tell the professor the truth. If he wanted one more foot fetish session, to come over to his dorm room. Drey believed him and went.

Nile let Drey into his dorm room and shut the door. Drey got down on the floor and started kissing Nile's feet like he usually does in their sessions. He didn't notice what he was doing up above him. He looked up briefly to see a strange ray device pointed at him. "I got you here so that my secret would be safe. You won't be ratting on me if you are under my feet for a very long time." Nile spoke to Drey and fired at him.

Drey saw his whole view change as his body shrunk in size and started to turn white. He tried to speak, but his mouth was sealed shut. Everything happened so fast within seconds. One minute later, Drey was gone, and in his place was a pair of white flip-flops.

Nile laughed as slide his feet into his new flip-flops. "Now my secret is safe and I have a new pair of flip-flops to add to my collection. He laughed more. He placed his phone on the floor to snap a picture of him and his new flip-flops. He then posted on his social media page. He added caption beneath the picture, 'Thanks for my new flip-flops, Drey. I think I will keep them for a very long time.'

Drey was mortified mentally as Nile's feet crushed his face. He could feel Nile's feet started to mold his face to service his new owner's feet. He had no means to call for help and lack the ability to move on his own to escape. His fate was sealed. He was Nile's flip-flops forever. Had he left things alone, he would not have been where he was now. He could only partially blame himself for all the pain that Nile's feet was going to cause him for the rest of his life.

#inanimate transformation #shrinkage #foot domination #transformed flip-flop #tf story

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hanjizoo · 1 year

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“white lace”

(ship: bang chan x male reader)

(synopsis: reader is a solo porn star who goes live every once and a while. chan stumbled across this boy toy, and after a session or two, knew that it was worth the run of his money. one live, (y/n) decided to surprise his viewers with something special and caused chan to make a dumb impulse decision. was that impulse decision the best decision of his life? he won’t admit it…)

(genre: smut, with a plot? maybe?)

(note: before you read, just wanted to say that i was recently diagnosed with a couple of health conditions. i’ve been dealing with them for a while, so it’s really put a hinder in the consistency of my writing/posting. i have gotten a few requests, and i promise i see them! i am trying to keep up with them as much as possible and finish them for you, my lovelies. i hope that my inconsistency isn’t too much of an inconvenience for you all. thank you for reading this!)

(disclaimer!!: this is smut!! so, there are mentions of: both heterosexual porn and solo gay porn. various words such as pussy, cock, dick, balls, tits, daddy, sir, etc. reader is a “femboy”, wears woman’s lingerie. reader imitates breasts with his own, acts of dirty talk, dildo riding, masturbating, cum-eating, etc. if you do not like any of these topics, do not read and do not comment anything hateful!!)

it was a stressful day for bangchan. he dealt with a lot of working in the studio, practicing choreography, and looking after his other 7 members(children). all he wanted was to go to his dorm room and sleep. though the closure of sleeping was what chan truly wanted, he has nightly ruts that get in the way of that closure. chan was never the type to take time in jacking off. it was more of a one-and-done kind of thing. no motivation pictures, no porn, not even an audio…just straight imagination and the dull process of jerking his cock until he came.

it seemed every session got more and more un-relieving. he did it to relax his tense muscles and anxiety after all. strictly jerking wasn’t enough to even make chan cum after a while.

that’s when he decided to dive a little more into the side of porn. it was typical to watch porn, though chan never had time nor even have the desire to. it was only a faded recollection of his teenage years. but he thought that it would help him in his dilemma down south…

chan messed around and scrolled for a long while, finding something perfect that really got him going, though there wasn’t much. there are many sides to porn that chan found basic and seemingly effortless; nothing motivational enough for his soft dick. pages upon pages of monotonous porn and basic brags of “step sister with a tight pussy” accompanied with “jerking off my hard dick.” nothing set chan off, nothing made him hard.

that was until he found the glorious wonders of “imyour(y/n).” bangchan knew he liked (y/n) because of the instant twitch in his dick whenever he saw one of (y/n)’s thumbnails. (y/n) was a solo-pornstar, had an intense following, lots of viewers, and even an onlyfans that was expanding amazingly. men took a liking to this boy toy (y/n). bang chan took a liking to this boy toy (y/n).

many times did (y/n) satisfy bang chan. chan even went to the extreme of donating every once and a while just for (y/n) to say his username as he plastered cum all over his hands. (y/n) was smooth and smart with his words, always saying the right things in order to motivate his viewers and make them cum. every live and every video was a surprise, he loved pleasing his viewers.

so, of course, after long and hard days of working, chan always looked forward to reaching his dorm room, locking his door, and immediately watching one of (y/n)‘s videos to jerk off to. accept this time (y/n) was live. bang chan felt his heart skip a beat just seeing that he was live. he was overly ecstatic and already hard.

“hi, cuties. i see a lot more of you have joined, should i start now? i think i might. i’m getting a little hard.” (y/n) giggled as he watched the chat flood with horny comments of “show us your dick”, “take off your shirt”, and “moan my name, i’ll donate.” (y/n) was a sensation beyond many horny doms who wanted a boy toy like himself.

chan felt himself getting hard just at (y/n)‘s voice. he was flirtatious, and it was obvious how horny he was through his voice.

“right, i should start. i have a surprise for you all anyway.” (y/n) started. he slowly stood up, his head being cut out of frame and presenting his body instead. he was still dressed but only in a small jacket low enough to cover his crotch. he began to slowly unzip his jacket, each second he proceeded revealed a small, white lingerie. it was very obviously a woman’s lingerie set. he liked that it covered less of his body. it only covered his bulge, and loosely fit around his pecs. the straps wrapped around his body nicely.

chan loved that. instantly, his dick twitched and he felt silly little butterflies in his tummy. arousal started to take over chan as he fantasized about grabbing (y/n)’s small hips and slamming into his ass like there was no tomorrow. he grew harder with each progressive thought, and started to palm himself through his pants. he kept his eyes glued to his computer screen, watching intently as (y/n) started to also palm himself through his panties, body still in frame. the dim room, lit by led lights, didn’t do (y/n) any justice when it came to a clear view. chan wanted to see every detail of (y/n). he wanted to see his dick up close, leaking just for him to see the detail of his face to help his fantasies of cumming on it.

“do you like it? i bought it just for you, sir. i knew you’d love how revealing it is on me. do you like how hard i’m getting? it’s all for you.” (y/n) began to caress his body, pushing his pecs together like they were tits. he slid a hand down to under his panties and slowly massaged his dick and the other one massaged his pec through the bra. massaging his dick caused (y/n) to push his knees together in order to keep his balance as he was still standing.

“fuck it” chan thought. he quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them, along with his boxers, down to his knees as he sat in his gaming chair. he gave his cock a few strokes, adding a few drops of lube. chan never used lube too much but he began to need it more to help the fantasies of being in (y/n)‘s warm, lubed-up ass.

(y/n) sat back down in his gaming chair in front of his monitor. he began to read more comments that were flooding in. of course, all horny. he smiled a bit, his cheeks flushing.

“you do like it? i’m so happy you do. i just want to make you happy, daddies…should i show you my cock? do you want to see how wet and hard it is for you, sir?” the comments began to flood with many “yes”’s.

(y/n) giggled, “hm, okay. but i only will if i get three $10 donations, okay?” chan thought about donating. he contemplated it for a long while until his opportunity was over due to 3 other users instantly donating. chan loved donating to (y/n) but he wanted to hear (y/n) say his name tonight. “i should save my money for the later donation” he thought.

“oh wow, so quick. you are so good to me, daddies.” as (y/n) read off the usernames who donated and thanked them, chan couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. chan secretly wants (y/n) all to himself, but he won’t admit that to himself.

“since you were so kind to donate to me, i’ll let you see my cock now as promised.” (y/n) said, getting up from his chair and leaving only his body in frame again. he slipped off his panties slowly, taking his time and teasing his viewers, teasing chan. the moment his dick was set free, it bounced up and hit his stomach than bobbled back down to a semi-hard stance. he shook his hips a bit, making his dick wave from side to side to show it off.

“see how wet i am?” he asked. chan could see the light reflecting off of the small dribbles of cum on his tip. chan stroked his dick tightly, palming his tip every once and a while. chan was loud when he jerked off but tried his best not to be. but when it came to (y/n), he struggled to hold in his moans. these weren’t moans of lazy pleasure anymore, they were moans of pure high of arousal. chan felt dumb when he saw (y/n) stroke his beautiful cock. his cock was smaller than chan’s but chan found it cute. it was because of (y/n) that chan began to prefer little cocks to dominate rather than bigger ones.

(y/n) sat down again, his webcam gave a perfect view of his dick, thighs, torso, and face. chan could see everything he needed in order to motivate his cock. chan’s tip was red and hungry for (y/n)‘s ass. all chan wanted right now was to pound into him and shoot his seed into him.

(y/n) moaned, “ah~ god, im so wet already…do you like my cock, daddies? don’t get impatient, okay? i promise i’ll let you see this ass too.” he giggled, giving a smirk. (y/n) already looked blissed out and drunk on dopamine. his breath was unsteady and his moans were let free.

chan continued his strokes, covering his mouth as he felt butterflies invade his stomach again. it only made his cock twitch more.

after some more stroking and moaning from (y/n), he slowed, looking at his monitor. he scanned the comments, many of them by now were asking to see his ass.

he giggled, “oh, you want to see my ass, hm?” he pulled his panties back up, forcing them up high, the waist band fitting loosely above his hip bones.

he stood up, slowly turning around and shaking his ass a bit. chan admits, his ass is fairly big. definitely has a bubble butt for how small his build generally is. chan loved it of course, he loved thinking about slapping it while doing doggy and absolutely destroying his hole.

with the thong pulled up, his ass was fully out, fabric tucked within his ass cheeks. he massaged it, making it bounce up and down a bit. the recoil almost made chan cum on the spot. “fuck, his ass is so hot.” he said under his breath.

(y/n) turned to face his webcam again, this time turning the webcam to point towards his bed. his bed was decorated with a few stuffed animals and a white, satin sheet. his body was forced into frame, now with a dildo in his hand. it was realistic, a few veins running up the side, about 8 inches(20.3 cm) which was perfect for chan’s imagination since he was 7.5 inches(19 cm). (y/n) plopped himself up on his bed, setting the dildo next to him. he lifted up his bra above his pecs, pinching at his nipples accompanied by the massaging of his pecs. he forced them together, faintly imitating the shape of breasts.

“do you like them? do you like how big they are for you?” this made chan’s dick twitch. since he was bisexual, it was expected, but chan felt that this turned him on a little too much. he sped up the strokes on his dick, throwing his head back every few minutes. the room was filled with scant moans and whines, along with aqueous-sounding strokes. keeping his eyes glued to his screen, he watched as (y/n) lubed up the dildo in his hand, twisting his hand on the tip and slowly jerking it off. chan slowed his pace down to mimic what (y/n) was implementing on the dildo. chan closed his eyes and listened to (y/n)’s voice as he imagined (y/n) stroking his cock instead.

“your cock feels so good in my hand. it’s so big and wet. i can’t wait to feel you in my ass, daddy.” (y/n) moaned. he made intense eye contact with webcam. this was typical for him. (y/n) would make eye contact with the webcam every session to make the process more personal and seductive.

by this time, chan’s grip on his computer chair handle tightened, making his knuckles turn white. he had to edge himself just to hold himself off from cumming, even at this slow pace, chan was unbelievably close.

continuing to slowly stroke the dildo, it generating a lewd, wet sound, (y/n) announced, “i’d love to continue, but you all know what time it is, don’t you?” chan knew exactly what (y/n) was talking about. every time he went live, he asked for a $45 donation from chat, and whoever donated first was the lucky one to get their name moaned as (y/n) absolutely destroys his ass and cums all over himself.

chan’s stomach dropped, he wanted to be first. he wanted to go over the top just for (y/n), but maybe that was just the arousal making chan so desperate and dumb.

dumbly, chan scurried in order to be the first to donate. chan, dick still in one hand, hardly had to think about it before he ended up donating $100 to the boy. shock took over chan as he realized what he had just done, but simply stared at (y/n) and waited for his reaction.

chan watched as his username popped up in the corner of the screen, “call.me.chris donated $100!” it read. the small alarm of the donation pinging, getting (y/n)’s attention.

“oh my, $100?…thank you, sir…” it was obvious that (y/n) was flustered and shocked, but he tried to hide it the best he could in order to keep his provocative persona.

“well since you were first to donate, i should get ready for you then, shouldn’t i, chris?” chan hearing (y/n) say his name made him whine lowly, covering his mouth as he felt the heat radiate from his cheeks.

(y/n) prepared himself by picking up his dildo once again, stroking it a few times to warm up the lube, and turned his body around and proceeded to get on all fours. his ass was pointed up high. chan had a clear view of his beautiful asshole, and divine ass. (y/n) reached around, using his hands to spread open his cheeks to showcase his asshole some more.

chan sped up his strokes once again, moaning into his hand that was still covering his mouth. chan had a kaleidoscope of butterflies fill his tummy as he watched. he felt so incredibly special to (y/n) in that moment. he got what he wanted: (y/n)’s attention.

(y/n) arched his back, forcing his ass up high. a few of his fingers were still wet from the lube on his dildo, so he used it to massage his asshole, slowly inserting his middle finger. moans fell from (y/n)’s mouth as he continued to force his finger in and out of his ass. the lube made him slick and easy. chan wanted so bad to see (y/n)’s face as he fucked himself.

chan threw his head back, eyes rolling in the back of his head. he continued to please himself, imagining that it was (y/n)’s ass that was pleasing him instead. the sounds that chan was hearing only motivated him to cum even more.

after a few minutes, and a few more peeks at (y/n)’s ass from his monitor screen, the sounds hushed. this got chan’s attention of course, forcing him to find the source of the pause.

he was presented with a pulchritudinous sight. within those few moments of silence and rustling, (y/n) must’ve gotten a little too needy for chris’s dick. he was exposed: legs spread open, on his knees, and was lowering himself onto the dildo that was only help up by his hand on the base of it.

chan paused and watched in awe as he saw (y/n) lower himself onto the dildo, it slowly disappeared in his ass. it was slow, moans and whines slipping from (y/n)‘s lips as his dick pointed straight up and leaking pre-cum.

once (y/n) got to the base, he paused, “your dick is so big, chris.” he giggled, smiling at his webcam. chan was now just a puddle; putty. he felt weak in every aspect and couldn’t even bring himself to continue jerking off, just watch in fascination at (y/n) as he moved slowly up and down, the dildo disappearing and reappearing in his ass. his legs were wide open, giving chan a nice look at all of him: his dick, his balls, his ass and the dildo deep inside of it.

“god, you feel so good. do you like seeing me like this for you, chris? do you like seeing me take your cock so well?” (y/n) asked rhetorically, looking at his webcam once again. chan felt special, he felt like it was only (y/n) and him in his room. chan, for once, forgot about the concept of porn in all of its counterfeit. he forgot about the other 5,000 viewers that probably felt the same way as chan in that moment. it felt real to him, and maybe that’s what pushed him over the edge. he felt like he could cum in seconds if he started to jack off again, and he didn’t want to cum yet. he waited, taking in (y/n). he watched as (y/n) would lift himself off of the dildo,

only to force himself back onto it, the base meeting his ass. every time (y/n) pulled up, strings of lube stuck. it was messy and chan loved it. the small boy was covered in sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face. only the sweet sounds of (y/n) forcing himself onto his dildo and loud whines and moans were heard through chan’s monitor. still riding the dildo, (y/n) rested his arms in front of him to hold him up, forcing his pecs together in order to mimic breasts forced together. they bounced a little from the constant motion of (y/n) pounding himself on his dildo.

(y/n) looked up again, “do you want to fuck yourself between them? cum on them? i’d let you do anything you want to me, chris.” he smiled, blushed cheeks and sweat accompanying his face as well.

this triggered something in chan. he usually wasn’t the one to pursuit so called “femboys.” he was bisexual, sure, but he loved both the feminine aspect of some women and the masculine aspect of some men. he never thought to let it interchange with one another, but chan wasn’t so sure anymore. seeing (y/n) wearing a woman’s lace bra, even the smallest detail of the bounce his pecs would do when he’d slam himself back onto his dildo did something to chan he couldn’t rightfully explain or fully comprehend. though, he didn’t really care either. all he wanted in that moment was to cum to (y/n).

chan’s eyes switched every so often. he didn’t know what he wanted to keep his eyes on more: (y/n)‘s glistering pecs or his bouncing dick. curses fell from (y/n)’s mouth, notioning that he was close.

“fuck, you feel so good, chris…holy shit…please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” drive took over chan, and he couldn’t help but to indulge and please himself to (y/n). he was desperate and wanted to cum, so he started out as rough and aggressive with himself. each pounding (y/n)‘s ass would take only caused chan’s dick to inch closer to release.

“haa~ fuck, so close. mm, please, chris, cum in me. please~” hearing (y/n) beg caused the already present knot in his tummy to accentuate. he felt himself come close, his tip throbbing and profusely leaking. he wanted nothing more than to fuck that small ass of (y/n)‘s; wanted nothing more than to make him cry all because of his big cock.

chan threw his head back, fucking into his hand like it was the small boy on his screen.

“fuck- gonna cum. please, cum with me, chris. please, fuck me until you fill me up.” (y/n) begged. his voice was shaky and raised a few octaves now. his whines were beautiful, chan could of swore that (y/n) was crying at one point from how needy his voice sounded when he begged.

small trails of curses were whined under (y/n)‘s breath before it all came to a stop, the continuously clumsy slaps of (y/n)’s dildo meeting his ass and chan’s sloppy fucks still quietly heard in his room.

chan knew that (y/n) came and was continuing to ride out his high of his orgasm. (y/n)‘s whining and moans pushed chan over the edge, forcing his dick to twitch and coat cum over chan’s hand and a bit of his shirt as well. chan groaned deeply, trying not to be too loud in caution of the other members.

as chan rode out his high, slowly stroking his cum-covered cock, eyelids slightly closed and breath heavy, he watched (y/n) again. he was now trying to catch his breath as well, and slowly raised himself off of his dildo. he sat it next to him, and raised his hand that was also coated in some of his cum. he forced his fingers into his mouth, tasting and swallowing himself.

“you taste so good, chris. i wish i could’ve felt your cum coat my insides though.” he continued to wipe some off the cum that was dripping off of his cock, and wiped his on his tongue, showing his audience. (y/n) never took his eyes away from the webcam, and continued to lick his fingers like it was the best meal he’d ever have. his eyes were semi-closed, and his body was very clearly tired from getting pounded into.

(y/n) lightly giggled, “my body’s so tired from your dick, chris. i’m always tired after i cum, but i think your cock really did a number on me. i can hardly hold myself up.” it was true. he was hardly able to keep his eyes open, let alone get up to end the live.

still in nothing but his bra, he struggled to find steady composure as his knees were wobbly and he began to limp. he picked a blanket up from his bed, wrapping it around his slim body. (y/n) was undoubtedly cute in chan’s eyes.

(y/n) mustered up enough strength to approach his desk where his webcam was located.

“i really hope you enjoyed, chris. thank you for donating, sir. i hope i can pound myself to you again soon, your cock was amazing…bye, sir.” (y/n) waved lightly, his body was giving in to the comedown of his previous orgasm. (y/n) kissed his viewers goodbye and ended the live.

chan looked at the end screen for a bit, trying to take in everything he has just done. he was even still shocked that he donated $100 to (y/n). he decided it was best to shower to rinse himself free of his cum. no matter how tired he physically was, chan couldn’t put off the thought of (y/n). he replayed the whole scene in his head, eventually needing to jack himself off again due to how hard he got due to a simple thought of (y/n). maybe chan was more intrigued with (y/n) than he thought.

(potential part 2?!)

xo, kai <3.

#skz smut #stray kids smut #bang chan x male reader #bang chan #male reader #skz #skz hard thoughts #skz imagines #skz fanfic #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic

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soleilnmity · 9 months

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Doujinshi - [U.S.O (Tankinu Nagase/Shinshu Ueda)] Megami Ibunroku Persona/ Persona 2 dj assortment [RAW]

Titles: (Megami Ibunroku Persona) 阿頼耶DEGO (Alaya de Go), リバース (Reverse) , ゴーバッド (Go Bad) (Persona 2) BIG BAD BINGO, CARRY THAT WEIGHT!

Artist: タンキーヌ・ナガセ (Tankinu Nagase) [Shinshu Ueda's penname for doujinshi) Circle: U.S.O (For Megami Ibunroku doujinshi) ESTMA (For P2EP doujinshi) Google Drive link

Personal Notes: I always wanted to upload these doujinshi, but I usually refrain from posting pure raws because I want the translations too…Unfortunately, I cannot defeat my archenemesis </3 japanese handwriting, and Nagase/Shinshu's handwriting is very……..messy x_x. For some of these, I still want to try my hand at translating eventually, but it'll definitely take a while. I love translating little artist notes and there's a lot of those in every doujinshi so if I can't translate something absolutely fully I end up giving up orz. In any case, yes. These are doujinshi made by Shinshu Ueda under the name of Tankinu Nagase in their doujin circle U.S.O. There are 5 doujinshi attached, 3 for Megami Ibunroku Persona and 2 for Persona 2.

270823 Edit: リバース has now been fully translated! The gdrive has been updated to reflect that. Please thank @falsekaiba for the typesetting and translation! Really well made 🙏 it will also be found in Mangadex as well.

Under the cut are some small explanations for the others, but I'll go straight for the P2EP doujin for introduction, as I actually translated bits of that one.

Title: CARRY THAT WEIGHT! - Eternal Punishment focus (PG, small bits of Kandori mixed in with a Post-EP story) Original printing date: 2000/08/12

This is the only doujinshi of Tankinu that was published under a different circle than their usual "U.S.O.", called "ESTMA". I have never found any other doujinshi of them under this label, and if there were any, they might be lost to time. The first page warns about the book containing spoilers for the ending of EP, so it's advised to proceed with caution. After that, all the way up to page 7 there's small gag bits with Kandori, and an obligatory Naoya illustration (they really seems to like him so much ww). From page 8 to 23 is the actual story of the doujin, "Phantom Pain". FORTUNATELY, it was all written in computer text (not handwritten) and I thought it was such a good story, that I took the time to actually translate it at least. The pictures attached to this post are the translation of those pages. There might be some errors in some of the handwritten parts, but I hope I did well.

TL Notes: アンプ (Amplifier / Ampli), The change in fonts is supposed to represent that Eikichi is talking in english there in the original japanese (but that's hard to showcase to an english translation duh), I keep honorifics like Senpai and Aniki as-is.

I was surprised to know that these doujinshi were never talked about (nor were they ever scanned), but now they exist for all to see.

Now, for the rest of the doujinshi.

Title: Reverse/リバース - Naoya and Kandori (+misc) (PG, a bit of a general all-genre doujinshi mixing doodles for other games and a second half focusing on BAROQUE) Original printing date: 1997/12/28. 2nd reprint 1999/12/24. Has a small gag story called "Dead man's questions" about Kandori in a strange flashy outfit.

English Translated (Google Drive)

Title: Alaya de Go/ 阿頼耶DEGO - Shadow Naoya/Naoya (BL, not explicit but Naoya has (implied) sex with his shadow) Original printing date: 1997/12/28. 2nd reprint 1998/08/14. 3rd reprint 1999/05/03 Naoya is called "Isurugi Tatsuya" (岩動達弥) in this doujinshi.

Title: Go bad/ゴーバッド - Naoya/Hidehiko (BL, Naoya kisses Hidehiko. Seems to have crossover bits from BAROQUE, another ATLUS game Ueda/Nagase did doujinshi for) Original printing date: 1998/12/29. 2nd reprint 1999/05/03. Despite the cover being Naoya with a skirt, there's no crossdressing involved.

Title: BIG BAD BINGO - Innocent Sin focus (PG, done with collaboration with another artist which is Superunknown Corp's sho太郎/沢田翔) Original printing date: 1999/08/??

This doujin physically has Superunknown's side be printed downwards, so you have to flip the doujinshi to read their part which is pretty nice. Unfortunately this is the only one of U.S.O. doujinshi without an specific day of printing, just vague August 1999.

And that's pretty much what I can say for now, at least until when I get to translating some of these (and the folder will be updated accordingly when so)

Sorry, but I don't allow reposts of these scans unless it's with permission (specially not twitter gimmick accounts that are 'daily character accs', etc). However, if you want to translate these you can do that anytime even without my permission! As long as you credit me for the raws (and @ me while you're at it because I want to know...). You can also edit, crop, use them for avatars and whatnot, whatever you want, just that I specifically don't want the whole doujinshi reposted itself without my credit. Just that, sorry for what inconveniences it causes www

#megami ibunroku persona #persona 2 #p2is #p2ep #persona 2 innocent sin #persona 2 eternal punishment #revelations persona #tatsuya suou #katsuya suou #naoya toudou #takahisa kandori #hidehiko uesugi #doujinshi #doujinshi translation

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forestshadow-wolf · 10 months

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GhostSoap famous gambler husbands AU

Ghost who will clear an entire casino once, usually over the course of 3-4 days or up to a week, before leaving and never returning. Never goes to the same house twice. All house masters know of him. Well practically everyone knows of him, he's a legend at the top of the ranks, and if you meet him you only meet him once. And oddly enough he never seems to be far behind nation famous gambler Soap...

Soap who will clean out table after table of a few houses for weeks before he moves on. He rotates houses every few weeks, house masters know him well, he draws in many challengers, business booms for house masters. So he ends up winning just as much as he brings in (he has a public schedule on his socials (to the public Ghost is saop's bodyguard; dresses drastically different and with a different mask when gambling, as opposed to when he's with soap))

The Ghost is just as elusive as his name suggests. He has no socials, speaks to almost nobody except head of table and house master(s), and those he does speak to gets no more that a few words of unimportant forgettable information. While it's said that The Ghost never returns its a lie, he just doesn't return until after soap has started a new cycle of visits for the season. And he never makes himself known, caught only by wispers in the crowd until it reaches the house master.

Soap on the other hand has just about every social media platform you could think of (the big ones anyway) twitter, instagram, tumblr, reddit, ect. (No facebook but there is a page dedicated to him) He's active too. Keeps his location updated to that week's casino(s). Pictures of what he did that weekend, his current hyper fixation, what show or movie he's currently obsessed with. He shares gambling tips for people just starting, but nothing to give away his secrets. The public knows that he has a husband (it's kinda hard to miss the flashy gold ring when he tries to get it in every photo of him) but don't know who it is. They do know that he has a heart of gold and enthusiastically protects his wishes to remain anonymous. Sometimes even going as far as attacking newer fans who try to reveal that information, Soap has had to remind people to be nice to eachother.

It's honestly a scam, they laugh about it at night while in bed sometimes. They think it's a miracle that nobody's caught on yet, or if they have that they haven't leaked it.

Despite having so many riches they live a modest life. Sure it's more than most, a house, food, money to have a much fun as they could possibly want, and a sizable savings. But they do donate a good portion of their winnings, try to help people in need, don't spend on overly frivolous things (excluding their gambling attire because appearances matter in that kind of setting)

John and Simon Riley-Mactavish work in a small, locally known bar, The 1-4-1, co-owned by John Price and his adopted son Kyle Garrick, sat in the middle block of a chain of casinos. It's frequented by solem casino go-ers after a long night of misfortunes or celebrating parties of extreme luck.

Simon Riley-Mactavish works as The 1-4-1's seasoned bartender making drinks, taking orders, charming the excitable patrons eager enough to miss or ignore the silver band that sits politely on his finger. When he sees someone getting harrassed he's quick to ask on a napkin if they'd like an angel shot (with lemon for take them to the back, lime if they need an escort to their car/uber, or straight if it's an emergency and needs immediate intervention). He's also a petty bitch so if it's not an emergency he'll order the harasser the most disgusting drink he can make, on the house.

John Riley-Mactavish is security of The 1-4-1, it's honest work. He's great at de-escalating situations, corrallin the too roudy. He's who is called when an angel shot is ordered. Luckily it's not too often. Usually is using his charm to finesse and guide the too handsy and drunk out of the bar and on their way home. All that being said... he has no tolerance for disrespect and hate, and it's a damned good thing price doesn't mind a little chaos or he'd have been kicked out already. He's got a watchful eye, intentional misuse of pronouns in a malicious way, racist, misogynistic, or homophobic comments is an immediate out. And he's none too gentle when he does it. Aside from the not infrequent need to remove someone he does enjoy his job, most people are respectful, he finds good conversations, gets to hand out at the bar with Simon. Price lets his go where he wants as long as he does his job well, and he does.

#el rambles #gambling AU #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost

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wackybuddiemewbs · 3 months

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Buddie Moodboard - Red, White & Royal Blue AU

So, guess who's been watching this movie adaptation way too often as of late? I'm taking the usual moodboard-y liberties, including mixing in some stuff from the book and the movie adaptation and keeping them at their ages from the show (and change their roles in society up as well...) Also, just imagining Oliver getting to speak with his actual accent lives in my head rent-free, as do many other things. But that's definitely up in the Top 10. Cheers!

Vice President Eddie Diaz could not be any more excited to attend the wedding of his friend Chimney and Princess Madeleine, Maddie for short. Well, he could be a bit happier, if Prince Evan, Maddie's brother, did not attend. He can't stand the guy ever since they met at a climate conference years ago. Eddie just doesn't have the patience to deal with entitled rich boys the likes of Prince Evan. After all, Prince Evan's only achievement in life seems to be to have a new girl every other week to have his picture on the front page of every tabloid there is.

While Eddie will insist that Prince Evan started this, he winds up having some part in what later spreads across social media as #cakegate. Which means the Vice President of the United States and the Prince of England are caught on camera, covered in cake, in Buckingham Palace, at a royal wedding.

Like winning re-election for President Robert "Bobby" Nash wasn't hard enough as it is. To relieve the situation, Eddie is stuck flying down to London for several photo ops to sell the story that him and Prince Evan are year-long friends. After all, alliances with Britain will be important, moving forward in Bobby's campaign.

Though the more time he's forced to spend with Prince Evan, the less he seems like the guy who was being such a jerk to him at that climate conference years ago. In fact, he seems like a genuinely good person. Who could have guessed?

While Eddie will insist that the prince enlisting MI6 to get his personal phone number, it does amuse him that Prince Evan seemingly wants to stay in touch. Over the next couple of months, the two wind up messaging each other almost daily. And to his even greater surprise, Eddie finds himself opening up to this man more than he's opened up to anyone ever since his wife passed away.

Prince Evan, or "Buck" as only friends get to call him, turns out to be anything but the persona portrayed by the Palace as well as the tabloids. Sure enough, he is a flirt, but a lot of his bravado covers up a rather insecure person who feels like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders. Though the moment he is just with Eddie or Christopher, Buck seems perfectly at peace.

And strangely enough, Eddie does as well. After everything that's happened, he struggled trusting people with his son - and with himself. But with Buck, it's shockingly easy.

But things get complicated fast at the new year's party hosted at the White House. Because Eddie was not prepared for only just a second that Buck would end up kissing him.

And he did not expect to end up liking it.

Because he most definitely thought he was straight.

But after a few very awkward conversations with his friends, Eddie starts to realize that his actual sexual orientation may have been one of those other things he has since repressed. Who would have thought?

Buck is mortified at first, as he did not intend to confess his feelings for Eddie. But when they see each other again and Eddie kisses him back like that, Buck starts to believe that Eddie actually likes him back.

As both do not want a coming out just yet, considering their current situations as public figures, the two promise to keep things "casual". This arrangement works for a while, or so it would seem. Because it gets hard to stay "casual" when you start to care about someone so very deeply.

Buck makes some shocking discoveries surrounding his brother Daniel, which sheds a very different light on what he thought was his "destiny" and why his parents are acting that distantly towards him. To support Buck, Eddie invites him over to Los Angeles - where he normally lives, if not for his current political duties calling him to Washington. He wants to be there for Buck, and hopes that spending quality time with Christopher is going to get Buck out of his own head.

The plan proves to be a disaster, though. Buck spending a day "incognito" at the pier with Christopher results in both of them getting caught up in a tsunami. While both thankfully survive the natural disaster mostly unharmed, Buck is livid in the aftermath. He is convinced that he lost Christopher and thus failed him and Eddie.

Eddie draws very different conclusions after the event. After nearly losing both Christopher and Buck, Eddie is done being afraid of what other people - including his family - may think about him and his sexual orientation. He makes plans to bring Buck to Texas with him, to get to know his family, and to come out to them. And to make it clear that he is serious about wanting a relationship with Buck, as he has since fallen in love with him.

Just as Eddie is about to profess his feelings, Buck flees the scene and flies back to London. He refuses to talk to Eddie after that. But Eddie is not willing to give up just yet. So Eddie takes Christopher with him on his last-minute trip to London. Buck is in shock when he sees the two basically storming a castle to see him. Eddie confronts him about rushing off and ghosting him. Buck tries to act the part, but Eddie has since understood that Buck is just putting up a facade.

Buck eventually drops the act. More than anything, he wants to spend his life with Eddie and Christopher. He simply didn't dare to think that he could, given his role in life, and the fact that he still blames himself for what happened during the tsunami.

The two eventually reconcile, now sure of each other's true feelings for one another.

But just as they are about to get their lives back together and plan for a future together, chaos strikes when news start to spread about their relationship. Buck is yet again terrified, as the journalist running most of the stories is Taylor Kelly, an ex he thought he could trust in. And now it may cost Eddie his career, Bobby his re-election, Maddie's freedom away from the palace to find happiness with Chimney, and Buck the future he finally dared to fight for...

Find more moodboards here.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #buddie moodboard #moodboard #aesthetic #buddie aesthetic #buddie au #fanfic #in smol

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myrtlefics · 4 months

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A Statement from the Readers of Witch Weekly, Upon the Occasion of the Potter-Malfoy Wedding

We knew the first time we saw them together in public, of course! Well. Some of us knew. Some of us were still insisting the poor boy was straight, which anyone with a Witch Weekly subscription should have known was nonsense. Take that photograph on page two, November 3, 2001. We can remember it like it was yesterday, the way he was looking at Charlie Weasley on the dancefloor! His eyes were hotter than all those laser lights bouncing around! Well, and who wouldn’t look at Charlie Weasley like that? “Because he was reminded of Ginevra,” our broomsticks!

Excuse us. Some of us are a little excitable, due to the occasion.

We were saying: it was clear as a sunny day in January, those boys were head over heels on their first re-encounter. We saw all we needed to, there on page one! Among the dozen pictures from the opening of the new hospital wing, the way their gazes caught and clashed! The way their eyes kept dropping to each other's lips! And then— heads together, tilted close to hear amid what surely was a din of conversation, as if they were the only two in the world. Now that is romance, right there on the glossy page for anyone to see. And what could be more interesting than that?

So it was hardly surprising, to us, of course, when we saw them together again three issues later. We had debated it hotly in the meantime: where would they go? A formal date, a paparazzi shot of one leaving the other’s home in the early hours? A casual encounter easily explained? When we tell you, not a one of us could have predicted— except yes, fine, except Amelia, but her sight isn’t strong enough to see the biscuits in the tin half the time, so none of us listen to Amelia— well. Who, now honestly who, (besides Amelia) could have predicted the Scene at the Harpies Match?

And what a scene! Many of us screamed when we saw it! Four dozen of us dropped our tea cups and had to wait for our hands to stop shaking before we cast Reparo. Others bit our own hands nearly hard enough to draw blood, and Cuthbert fainted dead away onto a blessedly convenient chaise. That first image, the quick glances when they thought no one was looking, just missing each other's eyes over and over! The way the wind ruffled their hair, and that extra inch of throat from an open collar. That would have been enough to keep us going for another week, surely! But there was more.

Angry faces, flushed cheeks, and then! The way he stood up so quickly and strode out (on those legs, Merlin keep us), and the way he jumped up to follow! And of course. The pièce de résistance, which of course you would have seen: the confrontation against the wall of the stadium, braced against each other, furious, and— excuse us while we sigh— the Kiss.

After that it was full speed ahead, wasn’t it? We were witnessing a love story for the ages.

#drarry #my writing #witch weekly #fanfic #fourth person pov #frotcot bingo

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lemonxdaisybby · 2 months

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First ‘I Love You’ - Ichigang/Y7

Tried to keep these a bit shorter this time. Also I am halfway through Infinite Wealth so happy to start taking requests for IW characters too, although I might not get to some of them straight away depending on the character, with me not having finished the game yet.

Not too bothered about spoilers, but would prefer to avoid them if possible when receiving asks 💕

Ichiban:

Ichi would be the one to say it first, and also he’d say it fairly early on in the relationship too. Man falls hard and quick. He wouldn’t just say it either, he’d more shout it, partly because he’s so eager to tell you, and also because he’s so nervous. His proclamation of love would accidentally come out louder than intended.

He’d likely have planned a date around it, intending to make it a special day by taking you out, and declaring his love for you then. He would have a clear scenario in his head of how he would want it to go. He’d picture himself being all cool and smooth as he drops the first ‘I love you’. Of course, as mentioned, he would be neither cool nor smooth.

He would be so happy if you said it back to him. He would be grinning so widely, and would scoop you up in to the biggest hug ever. Wholesome, happy Ichi.

Nanba:

You would be the first to say it, as Nanba would probably be too nervous to do so himself. He would almost be afraid of being rejected, despite already being in a relationship with you. Some days, he probably still can’t quite believe that you’re with him. He often has thoughts of low self-worth.

He would be so surprised when you say ‘I love you’ for the first time. His eyebrows would just shoot up, and he’d look so taken aback. He would recover quickly though, and say it right back, whilst wearing a happy little smile, and his cheeks holding the faintest of blushes. He’d feel so warm and content inside.

It wouldn’t be said very often going forward. Maybe if one of you were going away for a while on a trip, or if he’s about to pull off some dangerous stuff with the Ichigang, then you’d probably swap an ‘I love you’.

Adachi:

Adachi would say it first, although he’d wait quite a while into the relationship before telling you. He’s had a few longer-term relationships in the past that never worked out, so he would want to avoid laying his feelings out, only for it to come crashing down in the end.

He’d probably tell you over a few drinks at a bar. He wouldn’t be drunk, but the relaxed setting and the slight alcoholic buzz would loosen him up a little. He would just come out and say it, and he’d seem pretty confident and chilled in saying it too. He adores you and wants you to know it.

When you say it back, Adachi would just grin widely, his face lighting up almost. He’s never been one for long-term relationships, they just never seemed to work out for him. It’s different with you though, and he can just picture himself growing old (older…) with you.

Saeko:

Saeko would say it first, and she would be very drunk. She would mean every word though. At first, you may brush it aside and think she’s just saying it in a drunken way, but the next morning she would bring it up again.

She’d start by telling you that you don’t have to say it back if you’re not feeling the same way yet, and would then tell you that she loves you, and that she meant it when she said it the previous night. She wouldn’t be particularly nervous telling you, but she’d secretly be hoping you’ll say it back, hoping that you’re both on the same page in the relationship.

She’d give you a tight hug once you say it back, a small smile on her face. She wouldn’t treat it as a huge deal, but is very happy that you feel the same way.

It would become a nightly ritual, telling each other that you love each other every night, before heading to bed. If you two don’t live together just yet, you would exchange ‘I love you’s’ by text every night instead.

Joon-Gi:

You would say it first.

This man is clueless. Though he’d be a bit more accustomed to dating after being with you for a while, he’s likely never had anyone tell him they love him romantically. He’d straight up just say ‘thank you’, and that would be that.

Well, until he tells Seonhee. She’d think the whole thing was rather sweet at first, until she asks how he responded, and he tells her that he just thanked you. She would just be staring at him with fire in her eyes, and would ask Joon-Gi if he feels the same way. He’d probably think first, before confirming that yes, he does love you. Seonhee would 100% scold him for not saying it back despite feeling the same way, and for essentially leaving you hanging. She would send him straight back out to go and fix his blunder.

Cue a rather flustered Joon-Gi turning up on your doorstep, blurting out a ‘I love you too’ as you open the door. He would apologise profusely for his error, to which you’d just brush it off casually, telling him he’s not obliged to say it back. He does mean it though, he really does love you, he’s just an oblivious fool at times.

Zhao:

Again, you’d be the one to say it first. You’d probably blurt it out without thinking, just a casual passing comment like ‘this is why I love you’, or ‘you’re lucky I love you’, if he’s being a little shit.

He is gonna smirk as soon as he hears you say it, his eyes glinting mischievously, and so begins the teasing. He wouldn’t tease you in a mean way, but he would have some fun with it, more so to save face, as he’d be a bit taken aback and flustered, but still pleased. It’s probably not something he’s been told often. He’d be like ‘what was that? You love me?’, nudging into your arm gently and calling you cute, as you get more and more flustered.

He wouldn’t tease you for too long, and would save you from becoming too embarrassed by telling you he loves you too. He’d say it so casually, as if he hasn’t just teased the fuck out of you for saying it a few moments earlier.

He’d say it pretty frequently going forward, not seeing it as a huge deal. He would just pop up randomly and say it, before going back to whatever it is he’s doing.

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coffeethoughtsandanxiety · 1 year

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Genshin characters with an Artist partner Headcannons and Small Scenarios

Characters:

Zhongli

Ningguang

Albedo

Keaya

Alhaitham

Yoimiya

This is just straight up fluff. The reader is gender neutral (if you see any point where it isn’t let me know so I can fix it!) might do more of this if people like it.

Zhongli

Loves to watch you draw, could watch you do it for days if he could

When he tells starts talking about history you can pull out your sketchbook and draw the scenes he describes

If you ever decided to look up you would see him looking at you in complete adoration.

If you draw him, he will blush and hug you tightly . (You aren’t getting out of it anytime soon so get comfortable)

He will get you a new sketchbook and whatever art medium you use with Childe’s money but anyways

You and Zhongli decided to eat at Third-Round Knockout today, as you both sat waiting for your orders Zhongli talked you through the history of calligraphy in Liyue.

While you listened to you lover, your hands were focused on capturing his appearance while he was in his element. He spoke with such a passion it was hard not to watch in awe. He went on until you food arrived and you had to put away you sketchbook, as you did Zhongli watched with curiosity during the meal you would catch looking at your bag every so often.

Finally going home for the day you collapse onto the couch exhausted. Zhongli looks at you and chuckles, kneeling beside you and holding you hand to his face.

“Love, what were you drawing today at lunch?”

You open your eyes to look at him for a moment “oh just something that interests me greatly.”

“Oh? Do you mind if I look then?” When you shake your head no he opens you bag and retrieves the sketchbook. Your eyes closed once more and listen to the sounds of pages flipping, then as it stops you hear complete silence.

You opened your eyes once more, to find Zhongli’s face completely red staring at the drawing with wide eyes. You sit up and look at the page, and then look at him smirking.

“So I take it you like it then?”

Instead of answering he sets down the sketchbook and lays his head you legs taking your hand once more, a serene smile on his face.

“Mm yes I do.”

Ningguang

Oh she loves it so much

Immediately tried commissioned you to make a piece for the jade chamber

If you say no she’ll look at you like a kicked puppy and try to bargain with you

“Are you sure? What if I raise the amount a bit? It doesn’t have to be a large painting.”

If you just make something without pay expect some very expensive pens and pencils from her. It’s not enough in her opinion, she wants to give you whatever she can to make sure you’re happy

She loves your art and keeps a few of them proudly at her desk

If you draw her she’ll be so flattered

Ningguang always has a busy day so the time you spend together is precious to her. Today you had some time on your hand and decided to stay at the jade chamber as she worked.

To pass the time you sketched Ningguang at her desk, putting great detail into her expression, she was deep in thought and looked heavenly. As your pencil moves you watch her brows furrow in concentration. As she resolved whatever was troubling her, they relaxed once more. With the way the lights hit her, she is the picture of grace and serenity. Her eyes flick to you for a moment and a small smile graces her lips before she returns to her papers.

After a while she leans back in her chair and looks at your sketch. A little embarrassed you try to cover it up, but her hands are faster and holds your own in place so she can look closer at the page.

“My, my seems you have a talent I had yet to know of.”

A blush forms on your cheeks at her praise, you whisper a quite “Thank you.” Looking down to the piece.

“I’d love to get you to make something for my office. Do you have price for selling your artworks?”

“Huh?” You look at her in confusion “ oh I don’t really sell my sketches.”

Ningguang shoulders lower at your answer “Ah, I see.”

“Um but I can make a piece for you free of charge. I probably would have made you something anyways.”

Her eyes light up at your words “truly? That sounds wonderful.”

If anyone ever asks about the frames on her desk now, she’ll tell them all about her amazing and talented partner.

Albedo

ART SWAP ART SWAP ART SWA-

Albedo enjoys having another artist around

He’s really good at giving you a second opinion on your pieces

Really likes it when you draw him (no matter the style chibi, realistic, simply three lines? Doesn’t matter. You made it with him in mind.)

He loves going out to sketch with you

Will buy you matching sketchbooks, or pens that go together

Sketching had been a pastime for both of you for months now, In fact, it part of was how you had met. One day you were sketching passerby at the Angels share and then by chance you looked up to see someone across the room with a sketchbook looking at you.

Now as you spend your time off at different places sketching whatever you decide giving each other advice. At the moment you both are sketching at windrise, you had just finished sketching out a few calla lily and decided to draw Albedo.

As you started to sketch a blonde you picked out little details you never noticed before, trying to capture the moment perfectly. As you sketched you seemed to lose yourself in the details as the world seemed to still, so much that you didn’t notice Albedo coming over to look over your shoulder until you look to where he once was to find it void of your lover.

“Impressive, you seemed to capture my likeness completely.” Jumping slightly you looked to him.

“You really think so?”

He nodded in response, “would you mind parting with it?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No I don’t but why?” His face turned slightly pink as he avoided your eyes.

“I want something to remember you by…”

Kaeya

Lays on the couch dramatically

“Paint me like one of your Fontain girls”

He is so enamored by how you can make something out of just a few lines

He likes watching you sketch during meetings.

He’ll tell you so many stories just so you always have ideas to draw

Watching you helps him de-stress from his work

Absolutely loves it if you draw a pirate

It’s was your day off and you had decided to desires by sketching at home. Today you had decided to do landscapes but slowly it had turned to poses. When you were finishing you fifth pose you heard the door open.

“I’m back!” And in walked your boyfriend. After he laid down his sword and took his boots off he simply sauntered over to you and flipped into your lap. Used to his dramatic antics, you simply picked up your sketchbook and placed it on his head.

You both stayed like this for about fifteen minutes before Kaeya sat up to look at what you were doing.

“Oh, is that me?”

“Mhm, It is.”

“That’s looks nice. Let me know if you ever want me to pose for you.”

With a simple yes and a kiss to his cheek without looking up from the paper you continued to draw him in a fighting stance.

To bad. If you had looked to him you would have seen a very obvious blush on the Calvary Captains face that made its way to his ears.

Alhaitham

He’s going to critic you art. (Gently)

“It’s looks amazing, but I think you need to raise the eye just a bit…”

He really does love your art and wants everyone else to as well

You can make a bookmark for him to take to work! (He loves it so much. Everyone is to scared to asked where he got it though)

Kaveh tried to use it for a minute while he went to get something.

Kaveh has learned his lesson about taking Alhaitham’s special bookmark.

Alhaitham simply wanted to rest when he got back, he sat in the couch for a moment but as he sat his eyelids got heavier and heavier, and sure enough he felt himself drifting to sleep.

As he woke up he could hear the quiet scratched of pencil on paper. Opening one eye slightly he saw you in sitting on a chair in front of him.

Finally opening both eyes he moved to look at you. “Are you…sketching me?”

Looking up at him you eyes widen for just a second. “Oh sorry did I wake you up? I can try to be quieter please rest a bit.”

He gave a quiet him as later back down, but he couldn’t fall asleep. Instead he stayed in position and waited for you to finish.

After a bit he heard you get up and spoke “are you finished?”

“Yes, I thought you were asleep.”

“Couldn’t, come here.”

Putting you things on the table you walked over towards him once more. Not sure what you expected but as you came he grabbed your hand and pulled you to lay down with him.

With a sigh of relief he held you close, “Just stay like this for a while, please.”

Yoimiya

She’s is so stunned when she she’s you drawings for the first time.

“I didn’t know you could draw, this is amazing!”

You get to help design new fireworks with her

She asks you to teach her a bit and she draws you a picture! (It’s of you two, awe!)

She loves it when you come around and draw as she works on an order

Yoimiya had come by to talk to you about something when she heard you talking to someone.

“…and that’s the bridge over there, a dog passed by while I was drawing so I added them to the piece.”

Hiding behind a building she looked to where your voice was as she heard a child voice speak.

“Is that Yoimiya?”

“it sure is! I have a couple more on the other page as well”

As she saw you flip the pages she could help but smile. Awe you drew her!

“Why do you draw Big Sister Yoimiya so much?”

Yoimiya wanting to know as well leaned a bit closer.

“Well I only draw things I like. So I draw her a lot because I really like her!”

“Ohhh okay!”

What ever she was going to talk to you about was going to have to wait a bit because all she could do at that moment was blush a bright as a dendrobium.

Let me know who or what else I should do!

#genshin x reader #yoimiya x reader #albedo x reader #ningguang x reader #zhongli x reader #al haitham x reader #ningguang #albedo #zhongli #keaya alberich #keaya x reader #x reader #reader insert #al haitham #yoimiya #genshin impact #headcanon #genshin headcanons

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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can we get a scenario where y/n founds out Selene's obsession towards them

"Selene.. what did you do?"

Scrapbooking. That's what your wife had alway claimed to be doing everytime she headed down to the basement. Selene was a woman of many hobbies, given the fact she had time to spare. It was kind of funny how she'd cover the living room in new novels, your bed in balls of yarn when she did crochet at night; but she always kept anything related to the active she was most passionate about downstairs.

"I'll show you someday, dear. When we're old and grey, and can look back fondly on it."

Those were her words almost verbatim each time you asked. You eventually grew too curious for your own good. All you wanted was to see what brought such a wide smile to her face every night. She deserved it after her upbringing; the only joys she had nowadays being you, the home you made, and whatever lied below. One little peak couldn't hurt, right?

You find the key in her jewelry box; having to ever so carefully sort through the trinkets to not walk your sleeping wife resting in bed. With key in hand, you head to the basement. It was a behind a door in the kitchen and down a flight of stairs; a place to go for no distraction from the surface world - no sound able to enter or exit.

Unlocking the door; you're met with darkness and the faint scent of apple blossom, the flavor of her favorite candle. You remember the room's original smell when you first moved in and the only other time you had entered; mold and stale air. She rolled up her sleeves the next day and cleaned out the room top to bottom from what you heard.

You search around for a light switch; another scent masked by the sweet smell of fruit wafting through. You cover your nose with your shirt; thinking some animal must've come through and died, and carry on. Eventually, you find that little switch and turn the lights on; faced with a reality you never could have imagined to be true.

A table sat against a back wall; the only surface the room's dim light seemed to illuminate. Pictures were taped along the walls, and a black book rested atop the hard wood. With it being the easiest to spot, you decide to check out the book first.

It was her scrapbook; the cover bare except for a golden trim around its border. Opening the booklet, you find a pink heart on the first page; text written in cursive over its center.

"My love."

Flipping through, you find page upon page to be full of images of you, and her on occasion. The pictures from a photo booth on your first date, photos from your wedding, ones of you around the house, you... asleep. The more you looked through, the stranger they got. You behind a shower curtain, taking to neighbors, going about your day in town. You were sure there were even a couple taken before you got together given the date penned beneath, all taken without your knowing.

If there was anyone beside her in the photo, their image was distorted in some way. Scratched out with some sharp object, covered up by spots of paint or just straight up cut out. It made your stomach twist into knots. Flipping and turning. The pages get messier. Once placed in a four to a page format; photos now cram each page with no space in between. A few stains dot the white edges; the pads of her fingers dipped in a crimson dye.

After a while, the pages turn up blank, but you keep going. You couldn’t stop. On the final one, you find one last picture. The one you took on your first night home; a tagline beneath and the red print of her hand beside it.

"Everything I do, I do for you."

You slam the book shut, rocking the table on its legs from the force. You take a step back, unsure as to what you've seen. The room feels cold; that stench causing your mind to haze. Looking at the table again, you notice something you hadn't on first go. A drawer, slightly ajar and red leather poking through. A journal. Even as the wise part of your brain tells you not to, you begin to read. The first dozen pages are torn out, cursive letters written on those that remain.

"Just one night away, and I'll be married to the love of my life. It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from. I used to spend so many nights awake wondering if they'd love me, if I deserved their love. I can put the nightmares of my past to rest while in their arms."

"We've just moved into a new house, our forever home with hope. Our neighbors seem friendly and so do the friends my Y/n has come to make. They've always attracted a crowd."

"One of their friends invited them out for coffee today. Y/n asked if I'd like to come, but I politely declined. I needed to grab a couple things from the store, and happened to see them at the shop. They had their hand on Y/n's arm."

"That friend came by again, when Y/n wasn't home. They asked what made them happy, they asked if I made them happy. I heard something in the hallway today."

"They came by again. They always do. Looking for Y/n, so I let them in. Y/n, I'm sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

"I saw them again tonight. I wonder if Y/n misses them. I wonder if they've heard the sounds from the basement. Late at night, I can hear their screams. Y/n holds me tighter those days, when I'm cold. They've always been there for me. They're all I need. From now on, everything I'll do, I'll do it for them."

You swallow the lump in your throat; your hands clammy from the sweat that ran down your palms. Hesitantly, you look towards the wall; the final place you had yet to look. Before your eyes could take in the sight before you, a voice comes from your right.

"Y/n...?"

You look towards the door. Selene stands on the last step, robe snuggle around her shoulders. Her face read innocent, but her eyes told so much more.

"What are you doing down here?"

You didn't even realize you were crying until the tears drip off your chin; only able to utter a single sentence.

"Selene, what did you do?"

"Y/n, honey, just come back to bed."

"What did you do."

She enters the room, holding out her arms to you. "It's not easy to explain.. we can take about it in the morning."

"What did you do?!"

"What I had to!" She shouts back. "You don't know how many people want to take you away from me, how much they tell me I don't deserve you. I need you, Y/n. I love you."

She walks towards you, placing her head on your chest; feeling the heavy drum of your heart. "So much... that it hurts."

You gently push her away, refusing to look her in the eyes. "Selene, you have to tell me everything."

She shakes her head. "No.."

"It'll be alright. You just need to tell me what happened."

"They'll take you away from me.."

"Selene you hurt someone.."

"I did it for you!" Selene grabs the basement key which you had careless left on the table, running to the door before you can even realize what was going on. The door shuts before you can make it across the floor, the lock clicked into place. You pound on the door; shouting her name.

"Selene? Selene! Please open the door."

Selene is eerily calm, placing her hand on the door as it vibrates from your banging. "It's okay, my love. I'll let you out when you've calmed down. We can talk this over during a nice breakfast in the morning."

"Dont leave me down here!"

"I'm not going to." Selene sinks down beside the door, making herself comfortable on the hard floor. She doesn’t sleep that night; even when the pounding stops and your tears begin. She offers you the best comfort as she can through the thick wood; no one there to do the same for her while the shadows linger beside her - but that's okay. Listening to their damning whispers for one night is the least she can do as your loving wife.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere female #Yandere housewife #yandere fic #tw yandere #yandere love #yandere story

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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Do you have any tips to take care of slightly wavy hair (2a I think ?) please ? And resources too. There’s so many information about wavy / curly / kinky hair and the CGM and the likes, I have not idea where to begin.

Sure! Okay, I'm guessing from this phrasing that you've already read me talking about CGM and are interested, but not sure where to start? So I'll answer along those lines.

First of all, don't listen to YouTubers. Those people are lunatics. They'll be like "Here is a simple video showing you how to do a CGM wash! So first we cowash with a special cleansing product, then we cowash with a conditioner, then we use a detangling spray, then we use a hair mask for three minutes and seventeen seconds before rinsing with coconut water, then we condition with an organic conditioner, then we use a curl cream, then we use a curl custard, then we use a mousse, then we use a gel, then we use a shine spray, and then we add a leave in conditioner! Next up, here's a fifty minute video about the drying process! Love your natural curls uwu like and subscribe" MA'AM WHAT IS NATURAL ABOUT THOSE CURLS

But they can really end up confusing you. So steer clear until you have a handle on the basics! Unless you're looking up a specific technique and need to see it to understand - that's the one time YouTube is useful here.

What I did was I found a Facebook group that was about CGM in the UK specifically. I did it because until I wrapped my head around product ingredients, I wanted to get a list of UK products I could use. As luck would have it, the group I found is run by CGM trained hairdressers who are friends with Lorraine Massey (the CGM founder) and therefore know all the up to date advice and guidance. Their albums are full of both instructions and lists of CG friendly products, so that was mega useful.

I also got the CGM handbook for Christmas. For the most part, that was good - it was especially useful for my sister and cousin, because there's a chapter on how to do the method on kids, and both of them have since birthed curly haired children while having straight hair themselves and as such neither knew wtf to do until I photographed the pages and sent those along. BUT I will freely admit that her styling recommendations in that handbook for wavy hair are absolute dogshit. So there's that.

But ultimately, the biggest advice as you start is KEEP IT SIMPLE. Buy one (1) conditioner, and one (1) styling product (a mousse or a gel). Remember that the first step is transitioning your hair anyway, and that will take probably a week or two, and possibly up to six. Be patient. Don't expect perfect results overnight. Part of this stage is getting used to what natural curls look like - there will be a little bit of frizz, but pictures of curls in the media are always of frizz free tonged curls, not natural ones, so you need to get your eye in, so to speak.

If you're in the UK, I'd recommend you start with Sainsbury's own brand apple conditioner, or Alberto Balsam silicone free raspberry conditioner. Use it to both cowash and condition, because cowashing literally just means 'wash with a conditioner instead of shampoo'. At this time of year, the weather is getting hot and dry, so I'd recommend a glycerin-free styler like Shockwaves Tuff Stuff (the mysteries and mayhem of glycerin and dew points and curls are fascinating, but too complicated if you're new and trying to unknot your brain, so I shan't explain them here.)

Recommended procedure:

Cowash by rubbing that conditioner onto your roots for a few minutes, thoroughly. It doesn't need to be hard, but it does need to be thorough. Rinse it all out.

Put conditioner onto the lengths and ends of your hair. Gently detangle - you can use your fingers. I use a wide toothed comb. The important thing is to be gentle, and let the conditioner lubricate the process. This step takes the longest, btw - the rest is actually very straight forward.

The longer your hair is, the more I recommend you flip your hair upside down for the rest of this process, to help with volume; but you don't have to. HMU if you want an explanation of root clipping instead.

Put your hair back under the water and gently scrunch it from end to root as the conditioner washes out. Pools of water with conditioner should collect in your hands as you do - keep scrunching it back up into your hair until it runs clear. This is a technique called 'squish to condish', often written as 's2c'. It helps encourage the curl, and hydrate the hair shaft.

Squeeze the excess water out of your hair using the same motion.

Get your gel or mousse. You don't need too much, especially when starting out. Get a lil blob and rub it between your hands, until it coats your palms. Then gently scrunch that in, squeezing the water out as you go.

Use either a microfiber towel or a supersoft cotton t-shirt to further gently scrunch the excess water out. There's an appallingly named technique called 'plopping', which is where you wrap the hair up in the towel/t-shirt without disturbing the curls, and that's worth looking up; it's the equivalent of wrapping straight hair into a towel turban to take it from wet to damp.

Diffuse or air-dry! If you don't own a diffuser, look up how to use a colander or sieve, they work in a pinch. Also look up hammock diffusing, which I swear by for longer hair if that's what you have. DON'T FIDDLE WITH IT WHILE IT'S DRYING. Try to touch as little as possible. You will make more frizz the more you disturb it.

And that's it. It sounds more than it actually is in practice. My hair is super long, and the washing takes half an hour, most of which is detangling. Drying does take a while, but I personally find the trade off is more than worth it, because I only need to do it once a week now, rather than every other day like I used to.

And lastly, accept that your hair will never look the same from day to day, and that's part of the fun! Enjoy the process. The more you do it, the easier it gets.

(Also it will grow like a weed now so be prepared for that)

#hair #long post

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spookbusters · 2 years

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Could I possibly request an Eddie x f!reader thing where he comes over to her place and she's watching a movie or doing some activity while she's laid on her stomach and all he can do is fantasize about sticking his face between her legs? I keep picturing him screwing me like that, with my legs closed to make it tighter 🥵🥵🥵🥵

Anon, this is... good lord. Went on with this one a lil longer than I intended, but it's still blurb length!

warnings: unprotected piv sex, free use, spitting, mentions of premature ejaculation (???), brief mild size kink, brief hand kink, brief mention of finger sucking

"Sweetheart, I'm home."

Eddie's voice pulled you from your book, but just briefly. "I'm in our room, honey," you shout in response, before licking your index finger and turning the crisp page. His footfalls are gentle, but you still hear when he comes in, hear when he drops his shoulder bag by the bedroom door, and feel when he places his knee on the bed beside your leg.

You look lovely, he notes. Splayed out on your tummy on the grey comforter, ankles crossed with your legs stretched out. Your hair was pulled up out of your face, smooth shoulders left exposed by your tank top. Your beauty isn't flashy or extravagant most days, it's down to earth and perfectly you. It should bring to mind soft, fluffy feelings, but instead, it warms his blood like nothing else. Desire crawls up his shoulders and down his spine like a chill.

He was reminded of something then. The two of you had talked about it more than once, establishing a safe word and everything: Eddie having the ability to help himself to you whenever he wanted and vice versa. His eyes gloss over your form again, this time paying particular attention to the way your shorts were hugging the curve of your ass.

Lovely... and ravishing. So he thinks he'll do just that.

Edward's hand ghosts over your calf and the feeling of his lightly calloused fingertips against the soft flesh make both of you shudder. They dance along your skin, rubbing circles into the meat of your thighs dangerously close to where his touch is causing heat to blossom. He’s quickly making it to the hem of the black fabric hugging your waist. Deft fingers hook into the elastic-like band and pull the shorts and your underwear down your thighs in one motion.

"There we go," he murmurs, hungry gaze taking in every inch of exposed skin. You're so soft, it drives him mad. Reaching your ankles, he finds them uncrossed, no longer a roadblock to having you exposed to him. "You helping me get these off," Eddie says, more like a question than an actual statement.

You finally look over your shoulder at him from your book - he doesn't miss the way your favorite bookmark is already resting in the crease, waiting for the pages to close around it. With eyes just beginning to gloss over, your brows knit together with what he can see is a growing need, "Yeah."

The way you whimper the single syllable goes straight to his dick. Before he has any mind to stop himself, he's gripping the pillowy flesh of your upper thighs, just beneath their apex, and spreading you open. "Pretty," he hums, admiring the way the vulgarity of his behavior is making you squirm impatiently. "Spit," is all you say, and he's quick to give you what you want. The sight of the clear fluid dripping over your folds is nearly enough to make him dizzy.

But not dizzy enough.

He unzips his slacks and eases his cock out in record time. Just sliding against you feels like heaven, slick and smooth and warm. When he looks for your eyes again, your book is closed and your face is buried in the blankets. Despite that, you're arching into him, hips raised in offering. You look so good like this, he's nearly buzzing with the anticipation of being inside you.

When he finally is, when he's sheathed down to his base, he fights the urge to move for both of your sakes. Admittedly, it's hard. With his legs caging yours in, keeping them forced as closely together as possible, your walls are squeezing him like a vice. Everything is tight, wet, burning, and inviting. God, if he moves too soon, he's going to cum so much faster than he wants to.

There's wetness to your eyes as you watch him now. He feels so much bigger like this. You just want him to hammer away at you like a nail, to feel him rut into as deeply as you can take him.

"Eddie," you whimper, and he crumbles a little when you try to use whatever leverage you can to push your hips back into him. The sight, the sensations, they're so overwhelming, and now that you've found an avenue to some friction, he's subjected to the tight slickness of your cunt in stunted, shallow movements. Torture.

His frame, tall and broad, looms over yours as he bends over your body. You watch with eager eyes as his hands come to rest on the mattress in front of your face on either side of you. He's trying so hard, you can tell. The conflict burns in him: wanting to give you what you crave, but wanting to make this last as long as possible for both of you.

Edward's fingers curl into the blankets, right in your field of vision, and his knuckles are white as he grips the fabric. The tendons on the backs of his hands are strained with the effort, and your mind is plagued with the image of his long fingers in your mouth while he takes you.

His breaths are coming through gritted teeth, you can hear it. Impossibly, you feel yourself get wetter. Certainly, you must be soaking into the front of his slacks now. You call for him again, and your pleas while you move your hips as much as you can afford are like a siren song. He can't resist you any longer.

The first rock of his hips draws a gasp and a whine from your pouting, bitten lips. It's barely a few minutes later that the bedframe starts squeaking, not that you'd be able to hear it, between the lewd wet squelch of your cunt and the strangled groans coming from Eddie. In the moment, your book falls from the edge of the mattress, and your bookmark slips from between the pages in the process.

You can't find it in you to care.

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