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[nottsangel]

bsf!theo finding out no guys ever made you cum

“but like… do you cum quickly during sex?” theo asks after clearing his throat, returning the same question you asked him earlier. for a moment, it catches you off guard, and you awkwardly cough, your eyes uncomfortably darting around his messy dorm room. it’s one of those friday nights where you’re hanging out in theo’s room, sipping on some leftover alcohol and asking each other any questions you have— no limits.

“well…” you begin hesitantly, your body unconsciously turning away from his out of embarrassment, unsure of what to say, but that only prompts him to move enticingly closer to you on the bed. his movements cause the mattress to lightly bounce under you as you lay on your stomach, your hands supporting your head.

“ohhh… i get it. you’re one of those girls who can cum in seconds, no?”

“not— not exactly… it’s just—” it’s just what? how are you going to tell your best friend that you’ve never cum before during sex? oh, this is fucking awkward.

“the thing is—” you start, rolling over so that you’re now lying on your back with your head in theo’s lap, who’s eyeing you with a puzzled expression, his head tilted in genuine confusion and his back lazily resting against the headboard.

“i— uhh… have never…” you’re nervously picking at your nails now, unable to meet theo’s intense gaze as his hands find your hair, fingers mindlessly playing with the strands. you instantly melt under his gentle touch, causing you to blurt out your next sentence.

“i have never cum before during sex!” you confess in one big breath, your wide eyes locking with his blue ones for the first time, and he instantly stops his movements. instead of shock, or judgement, or whatever else you expected, a small, cocky smile tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth.

“amore, per favore, what kind of fucking idiots have you been sleeping with? huh?” he shakes his head while letting out a small chuckle, a sense of disapproval along with disbelief crossing his face for a moment… but not only that— there’s another emotion on his face that you can’t quite pinpoint.

“i don’t know, okay? it just never happened! and it’s fine, really. i’m okay with it. it’s just how it is and i’ve accepted it already, and, and—” you ramble erratically, your face heating up in embarrassment, that you don’t even notice him carefully removing your head from his lap and rising to his feet until he’s suddenly on his knees in front of you.

“it’s not a big deal, so don’t worry abou— …what are you doing?” your frantic words slowly trail off, your tone shifting to one of confusion as you prop yourself up on your elbows, wide-eyed, staring down at him. he then unexpectedly flips your skirt up and assertively spreads your legs wide, causing you to let out a breathless gasp.

“bella… let me make it up to you, hm? for all those times those idioti del cazzo couldn’t make you cum.” you instinctively spread your legs wider, his words rushing straight down to your aching core as he gently plants soft, slow kisses on the insides of your thighs, his breath warm and tantalising against your skin. in no time, your panties grow damp with arousal, your heart racing wildly at his touch as you crave even more of him.

“just relax for me and let a real man take care of you, tesoro. i promise i’ll make you cum until you’re begging for me to stop, capito?”

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[myceliacrochet]

Reblog if answer tysm🩷

How are you doing? Reminder to take any meds and hydrate (if you'd like). We're doing good work in this community, and I'm proud of us all. Let's get into it:

A TEENAGER TAKING CARE OF HIS 4-YEAR-OLD SISTER IN GAZA NEEDS OUR HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A TEENAGER IS WAY TOO YOUNG TO TAKE CARE OF A 4-YEAR-OLD, ESPECIALLY IN GAZA.

THEY ARE GETTING BOMBED AND NEED FOOD, SANITARY SUPPLIES, ETC AND THEY NEED TO GET OUT.

I hope you read the part about the baby chicks, and the emotional toll of evacuation.

Please help this kind, caring teen @sham-amany and his very young sister. They need our community to step in. We can do this together.

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Forgot to add vetting here, they are #8.

NO DONATIONS FOR 24 HOURS!!!!!

They can't live off of this

[ahedalshaer]

On October 30, I will write to you the latest updates about our lives in Gaza⬆️📣

In the previous picture, there is a list of prices in Gaza for basic food items, most of which are not available, and if they are available, they are very expensive. You know, after my first campaign was stopped, I started a new campaign so that I could cover the basic necessities for me and my family, and donations are very few and non-existent. I am looking for all the ways to save money for my family

New suffering for my family .It's very dangerous

The shortage and high prices of detergents in Gaza are very alarming in light of the current war situation ...

The impact of war on hygiene and the spread of diseases: The war on Gaza has not only destroyed buildings and infrastructure but also targeted essential services that directly affect people's lives, including clean water and sanitation systems. The Israeli occupation, by deliberately targeting these vital services, contributes to the increased spread of diseases and epidemics. The absence of basic hygiene supplies such as soap,disinfectants, and clean drinking water leads to an unhealthy environment, causing diseases to spread quickly, especially among children and the elderly. In this context, maintaining hygiene becomes nearly impossible in the absence of basic resources, exacerbating the humanitarian crisis.

A call for help: In the face of this difficult humanitarian situation, we turn to kind-hearted people and anyone who has the ability to help to contribute to providing the necessary hygiene supplies for my family and other families suffering like us. Yourdonations will help protect the health of children, women, and the elderly who are facing the daily risk of disease.

Saving a child's life could start with a bar of soap, and protecting a family from epidemics could be achieved by providing disinfectants or clean water.

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[autisticmudkip]

Save Hani's family!!!

Hani Alanqar @haniyaseer03 lives with his family in Gaza. They once lived a peace and happy life before the war began. However their home, once a place of security and joyful memories, has now been reduced to rubble. The Alanqar family was forced to flee for their lives, traveling 15 kilometers to the south of Gaza to escape bombing and death. Since then, their lives have been eclipsed by suffering and fear.

Like everyone in Gaza, Hani and his family have been suffering from the lack of food, medical care, and other basic necessities available. Hani's father is sick, and his mother requires constant medical care, which is extremely hard to get in Gaza right now. His younger siblings have been lacking the food they need, putting their health and growth at risk. The whole Alanqar family has not had any safe or comfortable shelter for a long time.

€3,143 / €25,000

Hani's final goal of €25,000 is not very high when compared to the costs of being trapped in Gaza, and the immensity of living under a genocide. However, despite having a very achievable goal, donations have been few and far between. Currently, he is at less than 12% of his goal!

This is not enough for Hani to buy the vital medical care and food his family need to survive. Hani has worked so hard and so diligently to keep his beloved family alive. Please, don't let his effort and love be in vain. Help them live. You can make a difference. Through your action, you can help them survive, and live happy lives once again someday.

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[rollo-rolls]

Part 2 :D I hope you will like it ♥

S-Club Halloween Short Male Hairstyle:

polycount: 19k

teen -> elder

texture by Nemiga

yes, I know that hairline is a little bit low but I think it look acceptable and I'm too lazy to edit it xD

custom thumbnail

S-Club Halloween Double Ponytail Hairstyle & Accessory:

hair polycount: 28,5k

accessory polycount: 2,5k

teen -> elder

accessory is recolorable - 2 channels (you can change the eye's color! :D)

found in GLASSES

texture by Nemiga

custom thumbnails

Pralinesims Bluff Tongue Piercing:

polycount: way less than 1k

young adult -> adult

unisex

fully recolorable - 1 channel

found in EARRINGS

custom thumbnail

SFS | PATREON

@pralinesims @sclub-privee

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[moonlightwonu]

전원우 // Jeon Wonwoo Fic Recs

나에게 어떤 슬픔도 없는 세상은  너니까~

Main Recs Masterlist

MINORS DNI!!!!!!!

Please like and reblog the fics to show the creators love and support~

“Play Again” by @shuarush

Fem!reader || Friends to coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, fluff, mild angst || W.C: 37.6k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after ten years of not seeing your high school crush you find yourself partnered with him at the company you work for. Since you've been rejected before, you try your best to not let any feelings flourish, but Jeon Wonwoo's charms make that attempt especially hard for you. 

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“Underlying Pretense” (Part of the Game Over series) by @lovelyhan

Fem!reader || Streamer au, enemies to lovers, smut, fuck buddies || W.C: 10.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･being two of the most popular streamers across the board, your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account. 

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“Favorite Poison” (Part of the Game Over series) by @/lovelyhan

Fem!reader || Streamer au, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, fuck buddies || W.C: 15.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･no strings attached sex is easy. catching feelings for a person you supposedly hate is hard. it's in times like this when wonwoo wishes he can set the dial to his life on easy mode forever, but everyone knows he's nothing if not stubbornly competitive.  

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“Endpoint” by @highvern

Fem!reader || Uni TA au, FWB to idiots to lovers, fluff, smut, angst || W.C: ~19.5k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Senior year of college is meant to be full of celebration and smooth sailing. Years of work culminating in the final semesters that will send you off into the real world where clubs, sports, and weekends packed with hungover volunteering to pad your resume no longer mattered. It’d be a piece of cake if it wasn’t for your fuck buddy turned coworker having the same plan. But only one of you can get the department’s most coveted recommendation that all but guarantees your acceptance. Tension rises and the nearly four year thing you’ve had with Wonwoo approaches its endpoint.

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“Heart of the Sea” by @/highvern

Fem!reader || Pirate au, Royalty au, Angst, Romance, Adventure || W.C: 22k

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“34.6037° S, 58.3816° W” by @the-boy-meets-evil

Fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, angst || W.C: ~22.8k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･your latest assignment has you jetting off to argentina hoping to finally catch the infamous art thief that's escaped your agency one too many times already. you know what's at stake if you lose your focus. enter the beautiful stranger that has you questioning everything you know

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“HER” by @chocosvt

[Series] || fem!reader || Uni au, slowburn, strong angst, drama, romance, smut || Total W.C: 140k || Parts: 6 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ wonwoo, a heartbroken and burnt out writer nearing the end of his math degree, wants nothing to do with the seemingly perfect, intimidating girl who has everyone under her thumb. you. unfortunately, his literary talent has got him shoved him between a rock and a hard place when you want to write a book and require his expertise. you two are the furthest from compatible. wonwoo can’t see this going well. at all.

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“Payment Due” by @solarwonux

Fem!reader || Uni au, sexworker au, fluff, angst, smut || W.C: 56.1k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･HYBE U one of the top highly prestigious universities in the country. A shit hole, a total money making scam that liked to sucked the life out of its students. Not being able to meet the funds to pay for your tuition your best friend lets you in a little secret. A way he’s been keeping afloat for years now, easy money. The problem is you want in. 

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“Cats and Coffee for Two” by @multi-kpop-fanfics

Fem!reader || Coworkers to lovers, fluff, comedy, smut || W.C: 12.2k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Job hunting is a tough sport and Wonwoo has experienced it to its core. One fine autumn day comes where he's finally free from the shackles of unemployment, but he will soon find himself in the shackles of coffee, tea and cat hairs, But most importantly, he will have to share these shackles with you.

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“Flower” by @wonwoonlight

Fem!reader || Exes to coworkers au, angst, slice of life, fluff || W.C: ~13k

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“Wanna be yours” by @viastro

Gn!reader || Uni au, childhood friends to strangers to loversish, angst, fluff, humor || W.C: ~9k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you thought that growing up as best friends meant you’d stick together for as long as you could. you never thought of that exact chance for you and wonwoo until entering university, where you were nothing but his driver when he was out partying for too long. so why do you still pick up the phone when he calls you if he’s the one who left first?

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“Twisted Fate” by @smileysuh

Afab!reader || Vampire au, soulmate au, enemies to lovers, smut || W.C: 14.3k

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･“He deserved it,” Wonwoo assures you, reaching out to grab you by the back of the neck, pulling you closer. He’s covered in blood, and he looks like a sexy, wild monster. But he’s your monster, and you can’t help but react, leaning in- “Jesus Christ,” you hear Jeonghan breathe, turning to give you and Wonwoo privacy while he presses his lips against yours hungrily. At first, you can try to ignore the wet liquid on your fingertips as you grab at his strong shoulders, but you can’t ignore the taste on his tongue. Your body goes rigid and Wonwoo pulls back with a sigh, resting his forehead against yours. It’s an oddly peaceful moment amongst the chaos.

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“My Way to You” by @/wonwoonlight

[Series] || fem!reader || heir/heiress au, best friends to lovers, fluff, drama, angst || Total W.C: ~47k || Parts: 13(+1 epilogue) || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You don’t remember a time when you don’t have Wonwoo by your side. But when things happen and you’re left to deal with your feelings, you can’t help but wonder if what you have with him can be framed under the name of friendship after all. or, alternatively, Wonwoo’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember and he doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not that you’ve never suspected him for it.

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“By the Moon” by @/wonwoonlight

Werewolf au, fantasy au, angst, fluff, hurt comfort, action, suggestive || W.C: ~18k

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“All My Love” by @pepperonidk

[Series] || Fem!reader || High School au, fluff || Parts: 10 || Status: Completed

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. (alt. jeon wonwoo is mr. darcy incarnated… a fumbling nerd turned popular kid)

Please let me know if the links have any problems~

[katiascraft]

Hi!! I've been obsess with your works

Now, hear me out because your poll stroke an idea in me 👀👀

How about: Argentine!Reader x Oscar Piastri, and starts teaching him spanish so he can understand Franco's Interviews

Thank you!!

Ooooh yes yes yes!!! Here it is and I hope you like it 💌 thank you for your requests and support! I really appreciate it mwak mwak 😙 (sorry it’s a bit late but better late than never!)

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“Indirectas Directas” | OP81

Part 1 -> “Made in Argentina: The Series” (Oscar’s Version)

Parings: Oscar Piastri x Argentine!Reader.

Summary: you and Oscar have known each other since your best friend Franco Colapinto started competing in F3. You always had a crush on the Australian pilot. You have been friends for a while now but the friendship got closer since Franco got in F1 and you can see each other every race weekend. The butterflies starts for both of you. Do you really just wanna be friends? You teaching him “piropos” from your country may have subliminal messages.

Now playing: “IMÁN (Two of Us)” by Maria Becerra.

Word count: +1.2k.

Warnings: a few curse words. Pure fluff. Not a native English speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.

Author’s note: alrightyyyyy I hope this is good! And I really recommend Maria! I love herrrr my queen!! I did my best with the piropos jajaja Don’t forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

MASTERLIST

“Hola, todo bien?” Oscar said carefully and weirdly remembering what you taught him a few seconds ago. You nodded proud of his Spanish.

“Todo bien, ¿qué contas?” You said in your Argentine accent making him open his eyes wildly panicking. He loved your voice in Spanish; it was slightly higher pitched than in English. In English you have a deeper voice for some reason. Of course he asked about it and you explained it may be because of the pronunciation of the words. It's really so different from one language to the other.

“What the hell did you ask?” He said giggling a little, making you laugh too.

“I asked you what’s up” you explained and wrote down that phrase in the little notebook he brought with a pen. All mc claren branded.

The friendship between you two has become closer with each race. You were good friends before but not that close. It was something either of you couldn’t explain. Like your bodies were driven directly to one another unconsciously. You didn’t want to think too much about it. You didn’t want to overthink it.

His face was like ‘oh yeah right it makes sense’. He smiled at your handwriting so rounded and legible. Unlike his. His was a little messy.

“Yo estoy carrera hoy” he tried to answer it without asking how to. You laughed and he blushed. “This is embarrassing, it's really hard to connect the words” he said shyly and you found it so cute.

“It was close though don’t feel bad. Spanish it’s super complicated for non-Latin language speakers. We have like 20 tenses and shit. It’s a mess” you explained to cheer him up. He loved the fact you knew so much about languages because you also knew how to talk Portuguese and Italian pretty perfectly in his opinion. He has heard you even trying to speak French with Pierre last weekend. He was impressed.

“Yeah I get it now” he said grinning. “Must be nice to flirt in Spanish like I don’t know like you automatically sound sexier and more interesting” he said, making you laugh. “No really like I heard Carlos talking to an interviewer the other day and I think I am in love actually” he said, making you laugh even more. He loved making you laugh. Your laugh was like a drug to him. You looked way too cute doing so.

“Well I don’t know actually but in Argentina we have some top level flirting like really great phrases. Let me teach you some. Wait I’ll look for some on google so I can help myself remember” you said excited about it because you knew it was gonna be bizarre and funny at best.

“Phrases? Like roses are red and that kind of stuff?” He asked curiously and you nodded looking at your phone.

He couldn’t help but get distracted by the way you looked. Like every other race weekend you were wearing one of the million Argentina tees you have in your wardrobe. Your skin was glowing because of the sunscreen making your freckles stand out even more. You dyed your hair blond a few weeks ago and it looked incredible on you. He wouldn’t have expected that change but it looked so good on you. Anyway, he was convinced that anything you do to your hair will always look good always. Because you were beautiful. And he thought that was dangerous. You’re supposed to be friends right? And he knows Franco will kill him if he finds out he likes you. But he couldn’t help it. You were so interesting to him. You went everywhere with your mate and sang a lot of football songs he didn’t understand but you looked so happy singing them with Franco. Like he was captivated by your foreign beauty. So different from Australia or Europe or even the United States. You were loud and always laughing. Your bright smile always makes everyone so happy. All of the boys loved you. You were the life of every party. And you also knew so much about formula 1 it was impressive. Then you told him you were studying for an engineering degree and everything made sense. You loved the sport. And you were the proud friend. He loved that you were so passionate about everything. Even now that you have this teacher and student dynamic, you take it so seriously. He loved it. And he liked it even more because he knew that you were a teacher back in your country. And he could see how much you love to teach and you were actually really good at it.

“Alright I found the first one!” You said already laughing. “Okay ready?” He nodded, smiling, waiting for your magic voice to pronounce the weirdest shit but sound amazing.

“Mi amor, quien fuera cemento para sostener ese monumento” you said and started laughing because his face was a poem.

“What the hell?” He said laughing as well. “What does it mean? It really sounded terrible, " he said dramatically.

“It means: my love, who could be cement to hold that monument” he bursted out laughing.

“What? I don’t know if it’s geniuous or rude to be honest” he said sincerely making you laugh.

“Oh my god that was so cringe I love it” you said looking for another one.

“Don’t even try to make me pronounce that last one please” he warned you funny. You denied with your head.

“Okay I found another one listen: tu con tantas curvas y yo sin frenos. Try to translate it” you said because there were words you already taught him.

“Oh my god alright. Repeat it please?” You repeated it and he thought for a few seconds.

“Uh tu curvas y yo frenos?” He said confused. You giggled a little but applauded proudly.

“Yes! You're getting better Oscky” you said sweetly. “It was: you with so many corners and I have no brakes” you said, smiling funny.

“Oh like the curves of the body right?” You nodded at his questions. “Oh alright I get it! So is like double meaning”

“Exactly” you answered. “Alright last one: besar es el lenguaje del amor, te importaría comenzar una conversación conmigo?” You said blushing. Your subconscious chose this one without leaving you a warning.

“You said something with kiss right?” He asked and you nodded. He blushed too. You were like two teenagers blushing and giggling.

“I said: kissing it’s the language of love. Would you mind starting a conversation?” You explained.

“You wanna kiss me?” His words slipped through his lips.

“Maybe I do” your words slipped through your lips.

You were both so red. An awkward silence made its presence.

“Oscar, sorry to interrupt but Zac is calling us both. Hey y/n, you good darling?” Lando appeared out of nowhere so save yourselves from the worst silence situation you’ve ever been into. Lando hugged you kissing your cheek and you smiled at him. Oscar took his things ready to go.

“All good Land. Hope you have a good reunion. See you after the practices!” You said waving to him. And Oscar gave you a cheeky smile.

Holy shit you’re fucked.

[galactic-mermaid]

Movies are a great way to immerse ourselves into situations and stories that may or may not be able to happen in real life.

Unfortunately, there are some of us truly living in a horror story that's very real and seemingly impossible to escape.

You can change this though and be the hero of their story!

Meet Ahmed! A 6 year old boy currently trapped in the middle of the horrific genocide that has been occurring in Gaza for over a year now.

His large family of 8 is trying to escape the horrors and make there way to safety in Egypt, where they can receive medical treatment, food, shelter and clean water.

His older brother Mohammed, is running the GoFundMe campaign, while also dealing with an injured leg due to shrapnel from rockets.

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sukuna x female reader; established relationship. pure fluff. choso has a girlfriend. choso & sukuna are besties. mentions of makeup #boyfriendmaterial men!! — masterlist here ☆ part one (choso ver.) ☆ side story (gojo ver.) ☆ side story (nanami ver.)

sukuna rolls his eyes as he picks up the tiniest jar of setting powder he’s ever seen, squinting down at the label. “the hell kinda stupid human invention is this?” he mutters under his breath, holding it between two fingers like it’s radioactive. he can already hear you teasing him in his head, calling him cute for trying to figure this stuff out, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t bring back the right one.

he glances over at choso, who’s standing nearby with that quiet look, watching sukuna struggle with some mix of amusement and sympathy. “you know any of this crap, or what?” sukuna asks, scowling at the wall of tiny jars.

choso hums and points toward a specific brand, his voice soft as ever. “the laura mercier one. she'll like it — my lady says it’s the best for keeping everything smooth.”

sukuna just stares at him, jaw ticking. “how the hell do you know that? what, did she give you a whole class on this?” he grumbles, not sure whether he’s more impressed or disturbed by the knowledge choso has just casually dropped. but choso only shrugs, looking a bit distant, like he’s remembering something.

sukuna huffs, shifting the jar in his hands, not willing to admit that, yeah, he’s impressed. “my woman’s the same,” he mutters, tossing the powder into his basket. “always needs these damn little jars. but, you know, she makes it work,” he adds, voice lowering as he remembers the way you look after you’ve taken your time, all dolled up with that smile of yours, proud and playful, asking him if he likes what he sees.

not that you need it — he’ll remind you that every damn day.

sukuna trudges through the door, the faint smell of something sweet hitting him right away, and his eyes narrow with suspicion. he knows that smell — it’s the “i’m experimenting again” smell. he follows it straight to the kitchen, and sure enough, there you are, apron on, grinning wide as you hold up a plate of cupcakes, frosting dripping slightly and the tops just a bit too brown.

“'kuna, look! i made cupcakes!” you announce, pride lighting up your face. you present him with one, and he tries to hide a smirk, taking in every last detail: the lopsided frosting, the little sprinkle explosion, the crispy edges. they look a little… unique, but it’s got your touch all over it. so, to him? perfect.

he reaches to pull out the familiar black sephora bag and hands it to you. the second you see it, your eyes light up, practically sparkling as you snatch it with a little gasp, pulling out the setting powder he’d reluctantly spent way too long picking out. "'kuna," you breathe, half-impressed, half-scolding, “you got the expensive one! didn’t need to spend that much!”

he just shrugs, bending down to wrap his arms around you, his big frame folding over your smaller one, his chin resting comfortably on your head. “don’t worry about that,” he mutters, low and gruff. “long as you’re happy, money’s nothing.”

he glances over at the dresser in your shared room, your makeup strewn near your handheld mirror. maybe he’ll take choso’s advice after all — get a front-row seat next time you’re doing your makeup. he’s got no interest in the powders and brushes, but the way you light up while explaining it all? he’d sit through a hundred lessons just to see that.

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Incel Leon S. Kennedy x OnlyFans reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, INCEST, smut, female reader, reader is a little bit mean, creampie, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, teasing, Leon is submissive, nipple play, tits sucking.

notes: uhm, i didnt proofread this so... i want to remind you that english isnt my first language :3 also i imagined re2 og Leon, but whatever! also reblogs and any kind of feedback is really appreciated

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

There was something fundamentally wrong with Leon in female’s gaze.

Maybe he is unlucky or those girls are blind. Really hoping it is the latter, cause it is not flattering when guys with migrated hairline can get cute girls, while he can’t. And 4chan doesn’t help either, those advices aren’t useful when he can’t even talk to a real girl.

Yes, they are blind. He is going to set on that.

So after many years of solitude, his only company has become the blue gleam which most night was the only source of light in the room, while air was full with low noises coming from the old, poor laptop. Trying to survive after years of not being turned off correctly. Multiple tabs on his laptop’s screen, he doesn’t bother to close them anymore, hoarding them like some kind of treasure - Leon doesn’t give a shit anymore.

This century is perfect for a man like Leon, internet may be the second Library of Alexandria. A real paradise, so much colorful and vibrant sites with cute girls showing their bodies if he pays for that content.

Thank god Onlyfans exists. And he is a nice guy, supporting cute and sexy girls.

Paying for limited content can be considered as supporting women, right? Even if he was motivated due to his selfish reasons - to get attention and limited content. Something special for him. It was embarrassing how long he could browse a fair share of accounts and get or even interact with some girls without being rejected and they would not know him. There are a lot of them, all cute and nice, and they acted even better when he tipped them, so they would interact more with him, calling him a ‘pretty boy’. At least it made him feel special for a while. Still, not his fault that their, too perfect, videos or photos led him to lose his interest - their content felt lifeless, without passion or love put in it. Boring. It has become a routine already, finding an account - jerking off until he loses his interest and the cycle returns to browsing the site for someone new to obsess over.

Your account was like a treasure when he found it. Leon got attracted to it like a magnet, comparable to find a needle in the haystack. Sweet thing, really sweet, if he was ever to interact with you he wouldn’t be able to hide his grimace. But that was attracting, he doesn’t know how much money he has spent on your content. Your face was always hidden or cut out by the position of your camera, but there was no need to see your face when people paid to jerk off.

It was nice while it lasted.

Pink cellphone. The little pink cellphone he got his sister, after she nagged him about wanting it, that ended up left alone and not used. You have this pink cellphone, the furniture and a lot of things were identical to his little sister’s room; posters of her favorite bands or that specific blanket she had all her life, but this was quickly brushed off at first, almost all girls like cute stuff and this could be a coincidence. Also that not the first thing a guy notices when he is ready to jerk off. Leon isn’t sure why after seeing that pink cellphone it clicked so quickly, the guilt and shame fill him to the brim, coiling around his neck like a loose invisible tie knot.

This is wrong, wrong like touching his sister’s breast. Your breast. Instead, he was jerking off to your boobs for months. Imagining how they would fill his palms nicely.

The room is the same as before, but now it hits different to be here after discovering what you have been doing here all this time. It has the same smell as always, sweet and too much like you, tightening the invisible knot around his neck. He wants to throw himself out of the window, this is sick and he doesn’t understand why his legs brought him here after work, still wearing his uniform. There are plenty of almost empty and few full bottles of perfume he had bought you during one of shopping trips, while you were nagging him and begging for them. He eyes such little and useless items that in any other situations he wouldn’t notice, avoiding to look at you. His efforts were useless, he is a weak man after all and there is nothing to do other than to stare at your frame; sitting on the bed, confused at his behavior and expecting something - a reason to explain why he is acting like that, staring at you, almost fucking you with his eyes. He doesn’t need Freud to tell him that he wants to fuck his own sister. Were you preparing to do new content for your followers? The thought made his pants tighter, wanting to pull at the fabric to ease it but this would only bring your attention, wouldn’t it? Maybe he wants it.

“You look like shit.”

“Excuse me?” Did he hear that right?

“You look like shit, Leon” you repeat before raising an eyebrow “stop staring, you are going to dig holes into my face. What do you want?”

What a bitch, he would say, but,

“Uhm…” is the only sound he was able to let out, getting closer to your bed and sitting down on the edge. You scoot closer to him as you always do. A sweet habit he always liked, sometimes you even hug him. “Not lady-like, sweetheart. I wanted to talk”

You roll your eyes. “About what?”

“A friend of mine, he sent me a link of a girl, doing porn” his lies flow so fast and easily from his mouth, trying to shift this to someone non existent. “Her face isn’t visible but… her room and she had a pink cellphone, identical to yours… so I was wondering—“

“Maybe you are imagining things. Many girls have similar room to mine” you cut him, your hand lays on his shoulder. Perhaps this is hell, hell would feel like you mock him by pretending that account isn’t you, like those moans he heard weren’t yours while a guy or a dildo was pleasing you, making Leon envious and sour - why not him? The corners of your lips tug up, something good got into your head. “So you are paying for that stuff, huh? Jerking off to a girl similar to your little sister, you are so weird”

“Huh? No, I am not” Yes, he is, that’s actually his favorite hobby.

“Cut the crap, Leon. There is no friend. You probably imagined me, yeah?” He did, he won’t deny this - it would be a lie leading to another rejection, this time by his sister - and he is man, a desperate one. Also poker has never been his strong point nor he can lie well with his hard on. “Nasty, nasty boy”

His blue eyes linger on your mouth as you spoke, watching your tongue rolled sensually and slowly. Your tongue clicks, before applying more pressure on his shoulder with your hand, pushing him down. He is like a rag doll under your touch - his back hits the softness of your bed and now all he can see is your face looking down at Leon before finally sliding on his lap. Your legs straddle his hips, so nicely pressing down on his crotch and making this much harder than it should be. His cock is already painfully hard, straining against the warmth of your pussy which can be felt through thin fabric of your shorts. God bless them. He bucks up his hips, as his hands reach to hold your hips and press them harder against his aching cock while he tries to dryhump you needy - too bad that’s not on your list, slapping away his hands like it is a disturbance which makes him frown.

“Ah-ah, big bro. Don’t touch me” you purr as your head dips lower to press hot heated kiss on the skin of his neck, leaving soft bites and wet trail behind whilst your tongue traces around those bites, like a soothing touch before it starts going up down and up in torturous motions. Until you stop on his Adam’s apple to bite it softly to leave a red spot, your hands dive under his shirt, pushing it up to expose his stomach and making it easier to reach his chest - fingertips brush against his nipples, before rolling and pinch them to force more moans from him. A grown man getting already painfully hot and bothered over little touches and kisses there and then, this causes you to chuckle under your breath - don’t want to hear him complain how you hurt his ego. Man’s ego is more fragile than soap bubbles or the glass, one poke and he would not shut up and fuck your brain instead of your pussy. That won’t do. Your eyes dart up to look into his face - to see that sweet and needy expression, begging more than just teasing caresses from you. Your hips sit so well against his, sometimes creating some friction when one of you move and it feels like he is going to die if his dick won’t be buried in your pussy any time soon.

“I don’t like dirty hands on me” you add eventually with the same purring voice. What can be better than a man being submissive and shattering over nothing?

“Can you just… oh shit!” his sentence gets cut abruptly, when your lips reach to his earlobe, nibbling playfully and it would be really humiliating if he cum here cause of how his ears are sensible. Deep inhale, before speaking again, trying to keep himself at check and not to be so meek while you keep rolling his sensitive nipples in between your fingers. His next words are breathless and voice is shaky, almost at the edge to sound pathetically. Not really manly, but still your clit throbs, only now noticing how your panties are soaked now, uncomfortably clinging to your pussy lips. “…fuck me?”

You stop your assault over the skin of his neck to look down at him better, your hips press against his hard dick forcing a breathless whimper to escape. This little plea, he begs. Your clit throbs again, so uncomfortably wet, you want to dryhump him until he cum in his jeans like a virgin. Instead, he is one. If he was any other men you wouldn’t consider this good enough to comply but the sight in front of you is too much to ignore.

“Fuck.. you?” You echo his words, feigning a confusion, your eyes widen to emphasize the act. A cheap one, cause your hand already tugged down your shorts, leaving you in panties, he has seen them so many time on those videos and photos, his hips buck to press himself to your, still, clothed pussy. His attempt isn’t really successful, your hand unzips his jeans to free his cock. And finally to look at it. “you are so weird… I dunno, to ask that from me, don’t you have any shame in this body of yours, huh?”

“I don’t give a shit, just fuck me” he groans, looking down as you palm his cock, it twitches in your hand, already leaking with pre-cum and you can even notice a little stain on his boxers.

A light urge to roll your eyes arises deep down when you looked down, but it was quickly put down. Rather disappointing as a size, if someone would have asked you, but not everyone can have porno dick or customized one. You can still fuck with that. Leon swallows hard, taking a deep breath in again as he looked at you briefly - your tits are more interesting right now. He hopes you let him to suck on them. His fingers twitch, wanting to reach for your panties and tug to the side, to fuck you, but he is a gentleman. A nice guy.

Your hand pumps his dick, smearing his pre-cum along the flesh before tugging your panties to the side, your glistening pussy is fully exposed to his gaze and Leon almost choked on his saliva when you pressed your slick cunt on his cock. It is a torturous game, feeling you rub slowly along his aching length leading to drip more of pre-cum. You are so wet and warm, your slick coats his dick with every stroke of your pussy against it. This makes his eyes widen briefly at the sensation, he isn’t sure if he would be able to last long inside you. If it ever gets to that, of course.

“Please..?” Leon groans, bucking his hips to get more and press himself tighter for more friction than it is even possible right now. His sounds only encourage you to mess with him.

“What? I don’t understand” you taunt him with a light pout, another long and slow stroke, his cock’s tip was so close to slide into you. “Use your big-big words, Leon”

Your pussy kept grinding, enjoying the way his cock head bumps against your clit and making you wetter, forcing some noises from you too. Your fingers tug on his lower lip playfully - just to tease and annoy him. But he doesn’t let you withdraw your hand by grabbing hold of it. His lips catch your finger, sucking and nipping on it.

“Use me… please” like one of yours sex toys, Leon wanted to add, but, alas his dignity was still in tact, holding barely together by the tiniest thread. And as much as you want him to cum without even a penetration, to embarrass him, your own selfish urge to fuck him is much stronger.

“What a pretty face you have, right, big bro?” Also it is hard to ignore such sight in front of you, with blushed cheeks, his chest raises heavily as he let out breathless groans. “Pretty and pathetic, you would be a perfect sex doll”

Your wet slit kept rubbing, but this time savoring with the last stroke, before finally hovering over his cock - feeling his leaky tip nudging against your slick hole, begging to sink down, before his cock finally slides into you. He watched how your pussy swallowed his cock slowly inch by inch, before Leon thrusts up to meet your downward movement, forcing yours to slam against his, quickly burying himself as deep as he can right now. You moan at the rough motion, now ignoring how his hands reach to grip tightly your waist, not really caring anymore and now nothing stops him by touching you. Your slick inner walls wrap around his cock nicely, tightly clenching and he doesn’t think twice before bucking his hips again as yours started to roll against his - driving him deeper into your soaked hole. His dick hits the g-spot so sweetly, making you gasp and moan with him. His teeth catch the fabric of your shirt, trying to tug it down and expose your boobs to him - and you are nice enough to help him by pulling it aside, a clear permission to bury his face in between them. Sloppily kissing and biting on the flesh of your tits, while you are bouncing on his dick. His lips repeat your name as a prayer, catching a hard nipple into his mouth, his tongue brushes and rolls against the sensitive nub - sucking at it, nibbling messily and leaving wet marks before darting to give attention to another nipple, causing your pussy to flutter around his dick more, tightly engulfing deeper into the slick walls as the wet sounds mix with the skin slapping ones every time your hips meet after every deep and quick stroke that his cock drag against your walls.

“I-I want to fill you with my cum, please”his voice is breathless at the edge of whine even though he tries his best to not appear so desperate, but the plea behind his words is clear. His grip gets tighter, his fingers knead your ass as he grinds his dick against your cervix to intensify the pleasure for himself while his pelvis rubs against your clit as a nice touch. He really hopes you wouldn’t try to be a bitch and let him cum, if not then he is probably going to cry. “Please, please, let me cum… I need this, sis”

“You sound so fucking ridiculous” your voice is breathless too, but seeing him so needy and desperate for his release making this even better. Your hand tugs his hair, pulling away from your tits to look at his face even better - his lips are glistening with his own saliva and parted. Your clit throbs even more, aching for attention, velvety walls clench around him when you reach down to press your fingers on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Come on, fill your little sister if you need this so much”

He whimpers disappointedly when he was pulled away from your sensitive and abused tits, but it was quickly changed into a moan when your pussy to wrap him tighter after adding your fingers in action. Your hips roll harder to meet his thrusts and wanting to see more of his stupid faces. Leon grinds up against sweet spot at every opportunity and every time it gets messier and messier as his balls tightens. His eyes slide shut briefly, now wetly meeting yours and looking more pathetic. What a freak, not like you are better than him.

Your orgasm approaches quickly as you kept rubbing your clit in rough circle motions, making your walls wrap harder around his cock. You arch as the flowing pleasure hits your body hard, having harder time to use your fingers to prolong your orgasm. Your pussy flutters at every erratic and messy thrust he kept making as he chase his own orgasm. It didn’t last long for him either, already a wonder he didn’t cum after sliding into you.

“Fuck- fuck” he slammed in to the hilt one final time, burying it deep and rubbing against your cervix before finally erupting deep inside you. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides in white, as your dripping cunt was milking his cock. Your body fell down against his chest, breathing heavily together and shivering.

“You stink like a wet dog, get out” you complain weakly, trying to push yourself away from him but it is effortless - he buries his head in the crook of your neck, again. His soft cock is still inside you, he won’t let you go. “and unsubscribe from my OnlyFans, creep”

“Later” Leon mumbles absently.

No, he is not even going to unsubscribe. In another life.

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The Heart Still Beating - 1

Character: Lloyd Hansen x Female!Reader

Summary: After the heart transplant, Lloyd, the heartless killer, started to feel something—something unexpected and powerful that was tied to the fiancé of the heart’s donor.

Words Count : 2289

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , -

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"Ring!"

As the school bell rang, the fifth-graders hurriedly stuffed books and notebooks into their bags, eager to escape the classroom. The teacher’s voice cut through the bustle, “Luna, your father is here.”

Luna glanced up and gently corrected her, “Teacher, he’s my stepfather.”

“Oh… Hoho! My apologies,” the teacher chuckled, pointing toward the window. “Look, your stepfather’s waiting for you.”

Luna turned to see Lloyd standing under a tree, shielding himself from the sun. He stood out among the clusters of mothers and nannies; his presence was familiar yet rare, as he was one of the only male who came to pick up their child every single day.

When Luna approached, he immediately walked toward her, taking her heavy bag with ease. The teacher watched them and couldn’t help but smile, observing how Lloyd's care for Luna seemed every bit as strong as that of any father. Luna corrected everyone who assumed he was her “real” dad, yet she still called him "Dad" with affection and trust.

As they walked toward the parking lot, Luna suddenly pointed ahead. “Dad, look! That boy just threw trash on the road.”

Lloyd’s gaze sharpened, his voice calm yet firm. “Hey,” he called out, stopping the teenage boy with a single glance. “Pick it up.”

The boy froze. Usually he would ignore adults’ remarks, but something in Lloyd’s tone made him pause. Without a word, the teenager bent down, grabbed the trash, and tossed it into a nearby bin. Luna beamed up at Lloyd, pride filling her expression, and they continued toward the car.

“I need your help to buy some flowers,” Lloyd mentioned as they buckled up.

“Okay!” Luna chirped.

When they arrived at the flower shop, Lloyd’s face tightened as he noticed a man smoking outside, right under a “No Smoking” sign. His jaw set, and he grabbed a water bottle. “Wait here, sweetheart,” he said to Luna, stepping out of the car with a calm but intimidating stride. He marched over to the smoker and splashed water on the ground beside him, firmly pointing to the sign. “Smoking is prohibited here. You want to set this place on fire?”

The man shot Lloyd an indignant look but, sensing the authority and cold steel in Lloyd’s gaze, muttered something under his breath and walked away. Luna climbed out of the car, giggling as she joined Lloyd.

“You’re awesome, Dad.”

Lloyd softened, giving her a smile and ruffling her hair. “Come on, let’s pick out some flowers.”

Inside the shop, the elderly florist welcomed them warmly. She raised an eyebrow at Lloyd with a teasing smile. “What did you do this time to make your wife angry?”

“Oh, you know…” Lloyd rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “This and that…”

The florist leaned down, winking at Luna. “Let’s help your dad out of his ‘this and that’ mess, shall we?”

Once they had their flowers, they headed home. But as Lloyd pulled into the driveway, he spotted a car already parked there. He cursed under his breath, “Oh no. Your mom’s home.”

“Uh-oh.” Luna’s eyes widened as she unbuckled her seatbelt, watching her dad’s nervous expression.

Lloyd handed her the bouquet. “Luna, can you give this to your mom first? Maybe… soften her up a bit?”

Luna stifled a laugh. “She’s that mad?”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed, looking a little guilty.

Luna held the bouquet like a shield and marched into the house. “Mom?”

Her voice was muffled behind the large, vibrant arrangement of flowers as she carefully peeked around it, spotting you by the doorway. Your eyes softened at the sight, the colorful petals too beautiful to resist.

“Where’s is he?” you asked, hiding a smirk.

Luna pointed outside, and you stepped out to find Lloyd still in the car, glancing your way with a sheepish, almost boyish look. It was hard to believe this was the same tough, strong man you’d first met—the man whose stare could make anyone else crumble. But right now, all he could do was sit there, hoping the flowers would speak for him.

He opened the car door slowly, clearing his throat. "So… are we good?” he asked, his voice surprisingly soft, only for you and Luna.

And with one look at his apologetic smile, you couldn’t help but smile back.

10 Years Ago

The man fought with everything he had, but his strength was slipping, his vision blurring. Each swing felt heavier, his defenses weaker. Every breath burned, and the weight of inevitability pressed down on him like an anchor. He staggered, then felt a sharp sting in his chest.

"Shit." He muttered, his hand instinctively clutching the spot. It came back red. Blood. He knew this was it. His time was over. As the sounds around him faded, everything shifted to slow motion. His entire life flashed before him—decisions made, lives he’d taken, things he wished he could take back. Then everything went dark, sinking into a cold, quiet void.

"Beep. Beep."

Then, a distant beeping pulled him back, piercing through the silence. He cracked his eyes open, disoriented, squinting against the sterile white light above. He was in a hospital room. A nurse entered, eyes widening in shock as she saw him awake. "Call the doctor!”

Too weak to speak, he drifted back to sleep, darkness reclaiming him.

The next time he opened his eyes, someone familiar stood at his bedside: Carmichael. A hint of a smirk pulled at his friend’s lips. “Welcome back.”

Lloyd swallowed, the dryness in his throat making his voice rough. “How… am I still alive?” He looked up at the ceiling, half-expecting to be in another life, another world.

Carmichael leaned back, folding his arms. “You got a new heart.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed. “What?” He already felt that something was different—something new in his body. But he never thought he would receive a new heart.

His friend tapped his own chest. “You were dead, but the surgery was a success. You should be grateful. Thanks to the donor, you’re here.”

Lloyd’s expression hardened, a mix of confusion and guilt flickering in his eyes. “I don’t deserve this,” he murmured, an ache settling in his chest that felt deeper than physical pain. “Why did you save me?”

Carmichael’s jaw tightened, his eyes unreadable. “Wasn’t my order. Came from the boss.” He stood, hands shoved in his pockets. “Doctor said it was a miracle,” he added before he left, his tone carrying a hint of something Lloyd couldn’t place. Something hidden.

Later, the doctor entered to explain the procedure, detailing Lloyd’s new heart and the adjustments his body would need to make. “It’ll take time for your body to fully accept the heart,” he said calmly. “Some symptoms will occur; maybe some memory disturbances or strange dreams. Patients often feel… connections.”

For a few nights after waking up, he couldn’t fall back asleep. He kept having the same dream. He was on the beach, then the scene shifted to him lying on the grass. Lloyd felt as though he had said, “Luna, that’s her name.” But it wasn’t him who said it. Then someone called, “Justin.” Lloyd turned around and saw a woman hugging him.

This dream left Lloyd wide awake. He hated the feeling of longing for someone—hated it with every fiber of his being.

Lloyd’s brow furrowed, his tone skeptical. “Doctor, I feel like I’m in someone else’s body. And I’ve been dreaming. There’s a woman’s voice… calling someone—Justin.”

"That's the name of the donor." The doctor gave a reassuring nod. “It’s not uncommon. This heart once belonged to someone else, and the mind, the body… they retain memories, even echoes. But don’t worry; medically, you’re fine. The donor had no health issues, no family history of illness.”

But Lloyd’s face remained clouded, his hands instinctively reaching up to touch the long scar running down his chest. He traced it, feeling the rough ridges of the stitches that held his new life together. A heavy sadness settled over him, a strange melancholy he didn’t understand. Was it just the weight of having brushed so close to death? Or was it something else?

As he stared at himself in the mirror, the door behind him creaked open. Carmichael stepped inside, but his friend’s usually casual air felt strangely formal. Carmichael stepped aside, gesturing silently as a woman entered the room.

Lloyd’s gaze shifted to her, and his breath caught. She was visibly pregnant, her hand resting protectively over her round belly. Six months along, maybe more. Her eyes found his, and for a moment, the world seemed to still, charged with something unspoken. Lloyd’s head pounded, memories flashing—walking along a beach, a woman’s soft laughter. He winced, clutching his temples.

Carmichael cleared his throat. “Lloyd… this is the fiancée of the man who donated his heart to you.”

Lloyd’s eyes widened, his breath shallow. You're the woman from his dreams.

You held back your rage, your voice cold and controlled. “I followed my fiancé’s wish to donate his organs. I did it because I thought it was the right thing.” You swallowed, anger flashing in your eyes. “But now, seeing you, I wish I hadn’t.”

Lloyd was silent, his gaze shifting away, the weight of her words sinking in.

"I will never accept that my fiancé’s beating heart is inside trash like you." Your voice shook with anger, disbelief mixing with disgust as you took in the sight of Lloyd. It felt like a betrayal—a mockery of everything your fiancé had been. To know that his heart, once full of love and life, now kept someone like Lloyd alive was unbearable.

A silence fell over the room, thick with tension. Then, unexpectedly, something glistened on Lloyd’s cheek. He froze, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch it. “Eh?” His fingers brushed his cheek, and he realized, almost in disbelief—he was crying. He never cried. This must be because of his heart—Justin’s heart. The memory of its previous owner was longing for you.

The realization left you and Carmichael momentarily stunned, watching as Lloyd blinked, trying to process this foreign feeling.

Clearing his throat, Lloyd quickly wiped his tears, standing taller, his voice firm. “I’m grateful for the heart,” he said, his tone defiant as he met your gaze. “But this is mine now. You can’t do anything about it.”

You scoffed, cold and unyielding. What else could you expect from someone like him? Turning sharply, you stormed out, unwilling to let him see anything but contempt in your eyes.

Lloyd’s hand moved to his chest as he watched you leave, his fingers resting over the steady beat beneath his ribs. It felt… precious. But why? Why him? Why had he been the one to receive this heart, to be pulled back from the edge?

“Just take it, Lloyd,” Carmichael said, breaking the silence. “Get better. We need you back.” And with that, he too left the room, leaving Lloyd alone with questions he didn’t know how to answer.

One week later, Lloyd returned to his old work, to the life he knew. His hands were still skilled, his instincts as sharp as ever. But something was different. Each time he went for the kill, something held him back. There was a hesitation, a slight tremor in his hand, something foreign that froze him at the most critical moments. The latest assignment was no different; he cornered his target, knife in hand, but when he raised the blade, his arm wouldn’t move.

A searing headache struck, and images flooded his mind, like a montage from someone else’s life—a soft laugh, the warm glow of a sunset on the beach, a woman’s hand slipping into his. He gritted his teeth, clutching his head, trying to push the memories away. “Fuck,” he hissed, feeling his grip on his own mind slipping. They weren’t his memories, but they felt as real as his own past.

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At home, you carefully packed away your fiancé Justin’s belongings, handling each item like it was glass, fragile and irreplaceable. You paused over a framed photo of him, smiling in a way that made your heart ache. As you placed it gently into the box, a wave of grief and longing washed over you.

Then you felt a kick in your stomach and gently touched it. It must be your daughter; she must have sensed your sadness. You remembered what Justin said when you both gazed at the stars one night: “Let’s call her Luna.” He had named her after you discovered the gender. You wiped away your tears, recalling that moment. Your gentle, sweet fiancé Justin was gone, and now his heart belonged to someone completely the opposite of him.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You moved to the security monitor, surprise flashing across your face when you saw Lloyd standing there—the man who now carried Justin’s heart.

You pressed the intercom button, your voice cold through the speaker. “Why are you here?”

His voice, rough and unshaken, came through the speaker. “I can’t explain it… but this heart, it won’t let me rest. Not without seeing you.”

For a moment, his eyes softened, a flicker of something deeply unsettled. “It’s like a ghost inside me, and it has your name all over it. And I need it out of my head."

You felt your breath hitch as you stared at the man standing in front of you. He was a stranger, yet he carried your fiancé's heart. The thought twisted painfully inside you—a piece of the man you’d loved was now bound to someone cold, someone unrecognizable.

It was like seeing a ghost in the wrong skin, a cruel reminder of what you’d lost and where it now lived.

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ⓘ expanding on this p⭑rnstar! ino takuma ficlet. check it out if you haven’t already! I’m biased but it’s really good :)

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⭑-you: the unsuspecting victim ⭑-ino: the jealous pornstar ⭑-content warnings❕: female reader, nanami makes an appearance kinda?, soft dom ino, the sex is a little rough, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, countdown 🔞 NO MINORS OR AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS ON SET! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! ⭑-runtime ⏱️: 3.8 hrs ⭑-a word from our director 📽️: dedicated to @inciseleviathan because she always makes me laugh every time she reblogs my ino fics (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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This time, the red blinking light hardly phases you at all. Familiarity with his setup, the cameras, and him puts you at ease.

There’s no need for a warm up kiss but you definitely don’t turn away when Ino’s mouth claims yours in a quick kiss that ends in a soft smile against your lips.

“Missed you.” Ino admits.

“Me or what’s between my legs, hm?” You jokingly raise an eyebrow at him.

“Oh c’mon.” He holds you to him by your waist. “Can’t it be both?”

You scrunch your face at him. “Ok, mostly you.” He relents with a laugh. You’re glad the conversation flows much easier between the two of you now. A testament to how comfortable you’ve gotten with one another.

“Must be why you called me back so soon, huh?” You retort all smug with your arms folded across your chest.

“Can’t get enough of you. No reason to be ashamed about it.” He turns away to check the cameras once more. You suppose one can never be too careful.

You take the opportunity to slip away and freshen up in his bathroom, leaving your unlocked phone out on his nightstand. In his en suite, you take the time to check your hair and makeup. More importantly, you slip into the lingerie you bought to surprise Ino with.

It’s an all black number that’s all lace and bows. The thong barely covers anything at all and the cups of the bra give barely any support but it’ll be off in seconds if you know Ino at all and that’s the fun of it.

You drape yourself in a matching black silk robe, leaving it untied, and step out of the bathroom just as Ino sits down on his bed in front of you.

His mouth falls open at the same time his pupils dilate. The hungry look in his eyes makes you feel like prey and the feeling only grows when he licks his lips the way a predator would lick his chops.

“What do we have here?” Ino’s hands rub up and down his thighs like he’s keeping them busy so that they don’t rip the fabric off of your body and throw you under him so he can have his way.

You give a twirl. “We’re matching.”

He looks down at his inky black tank and sweats and chuckles. “Yeah, I guess we are.”

It’s second nature the way you settle in his lap, legs on either side of his waist, arms clasped behind his neck. His hands hold your waist like it takes no thought from him at all and the two of you fall into a deep kiss that’s now tradition for the start of your videos.

“Saw your last video.” Ino mumbles against your lips. Something about that really turns you on. You wonder what his favorite parts were, if he touched himself while watching, if you made him cum.

“Yeah?” You breathe. “What’d you think?”

“I think I really liked seeing your ass in a mini skirt.”

You part from his mouth, sliding your hands to his chest. “No, seriously. Tell me.” It’s important to you that a veteran like him approves. Sure, Nanami complimented you after but it’s not the same. You need to hear it from Ino.

“Ok.” He nods. “Honesty hour…” Ino’s gaze bounces around the room to avoid yours and it does nothing to ease your nerves. He catches your slight frown and cups your chin with a sigh, finally making eye contact.

“I think.. you do really well with a script because you like being told what to do. It makes you less nervous when you don’t have to think about what’s coming next. You relax more. You look more natural that way.”

The confession is so apt and accurate that it floors you.

“I also think you genuinely enjoyed yourself but maybe not as much as you could’ve because Nanami doesn’t talk much and you like it when I- when someone talks you through it.”

It’s true, there were times while filming that you wished he would’ve said more to you but you didn’t know how to ask for it and so you didn’t. Though you wonder how Ino picked up on all of this.

“You got all that from a twenty-five minute video?”

Ino scoffs. “I got all that from being inside you. I know all your tells now. And I know you came but I can make you cum harder than that.” Your tummy flips at that.

“Are you being serious or,” You look over your shoulder at the camera closest to you. “Is this for the video?”

“You wanna know what else I think?” Ino continues, completely ignoring your question. “I think you forgot who you belong to.”

Belong to?

“Jealous?” You smirk. It’s meant to be in jest, a silly notion just in case he’s keeping this in the video, but then Ino hugs you tighter to him and rests his forehead on yours while he looks directly into your eyes.

“I don’t get jealous.” Ino places a quick kiss on your lips. “Just even.” Before you can even wonder what that means, he’s ripping the fabric of your bra to shreds and sucking a nipple into his warm mouth.

“Oh!” You squeak. Then, “Mmm..” when it dissolves into a moan. You hold Ino’s head tightly to your chest letting him make a mess. His teeth graze your skin, making your breath hitch. Ino looks to you for permission and when you nod, his teeth sink into the plush skin of your breast. Your head falls back with a throaty groan, hips rocking against his bulge on their own accord. His ministrations persist, leaving you with bites and marks all over your soft skin.

Ino leans back to admire his handiwork. “That’s how it should be done. Look at how pliant you are now. Nice and ready for me.”

You nod. And god did you miss this. The sound of his voice keeps you grounded every time you feel like you’re about to float away. It makes you focus on how good you’re feeling in the moment and you enjoy it ten times more as a result. You never want Ino to shut up.

“He didn’t take care of my baby did he?” Ino places a kiss at the base of your throat, trailing up slowly while he waits for your answer.

“No.” You shake your head. Ino hums like he already knew the answer but just wanted you to admit it.

“That’s why we have to show him what he was supposed to do for you. Show him whose girl you really are.” He nods and holds your chin to make you nod with him. Just like that, you have your objective for today and more reason to relax in Ino’s arms.

“Be a little louder when you moan, yeah? Need the mics to pick everything up.”

“Make me moan louder then.” You taunt, wiggling on the bulge in his lap. Ino’s hand slides up under your robe. He rubs you from your thigh to the curve of your ass over and over then a loud crack! slices through the air. It takes you a few seconds to realize he slapped your ass and your eyes go wide once you do.

He gives you a warning look. “I was looking for a yes sir.”

The thrill that races through you is almost better than sex itself. You can’t believe how much you enjoy it. “Yes, sir.”

“You remember your safe word, don’t you?”

You nod before answering, “Beanie.” with a giggle.

“That’s right.” Ino kisses your cheek. “The second you feel uncomfortable or you wanna stop, that’s what you say and it all ends, no questions asked ok?”

“Ok.” You know it’s the absolute bare minimum for you two to be having this conversation right now but it still makes you all gooey inside that he cares. You’ve heard the worst horror stories from some of the women in the industry and unfortunately Ino is more so the exception than the rule.

“On your knees, beautiful.” You immediately obey, sinking down in front of his waist, eagerly awaiting your next command. He tugs the waistband of his sweats down until his cock springs up against his stomach. Your eyes follow his fist, the slow strokes up and down his length completely mesmerize you. “We’re gonna go nice and slow, ok? Tap my thigh if you need to stop.”

He taps the head against your bottom lip, smearing his precum all over it with a grin. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this. Now be a good girl and open up for me.”

Your lips part to accommodate him, and he slowly slides himself in to the back of your throat. You hum, fighting off a gag. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you concentrate on the taste and weight of him in your mouth instead. The smell of his spicy cologne fills your nose deeply at this angle and it makes you slightly lightheaded.

“You look so gorgeous with your mouth full.” Ino praises with a gentle sweep of his thumb across your cheek. “Always knew you would.”

You know he means it too, especially if that longing look in his eye is any indication. Your moan is muffled but what Ino can’t hear as clearly, he can definitely feel.

“Keep moaning like that for me, baby.” He thrusts carefully until he finds a good rhythm that you both like. “Those vibrations, fuck.” His head falls back as his hands cup your head and hold you steady.

“You like that? My hands holding your face so I can fuck that pretty mouth?” You don’t even want to part from him to answer so you just try to moan an affirmative response.

“Sorry, I can’t understand you, beautiful. ” Ino shakes his head at you with a pout. “Might have to speak up.”

You try and immediately choke. You cough as he pulls himself out of your mouth to let you breathe. “Too much for you?”

You shake your head, eyes glazed over when you glance up at him to tell him. “More, please.”

He slides down your throat until your lips kiss his pubic hair. Your tongue caresses the underside of him right along his vein and back down to his balls and his speed increases dramatically from before. It has the sound of you gagging and trying to swallow bouncing off the walls and mixing with the sound of his groans.

“Love how that fuckin’ feels.” He can barely keep his eyes open, lost in the feeling of your throat contracting around him, the drag of your tongue on his sensitive skin. He’s nothing compared to your drunken state.

“Look at me.” Ino tilts your head back. “Let me see those eyes. Mmm. So hazy, can barely focus can you?” Your eyes flutter as you try your hardest to pay attention to what he’s saying but it feels wrong to focus on anything other than making him feel good. You want to be full of him and nothing else so you wrap your arms around his thighs and bring him closer, holding your mouth down on him.

“Look at you..” Ino coos. “You don’t even care about breathing. No, that dick is all you need. You don’t need air.” He shakes his head and holds you down by the back of your head while he fucks your mouth. “No you don’t need it.”

You don’t even need to check between your legs, you can feel the mess of arousal coating your thighs and it only seems to grow the more he pets and strokes your face while you take him and his deep thrusts with no complaints.

“Did he tell you how sexy you look on your knees? So fucking hot.” Everything is rhetorical right now because there’s no way you can answer nor do you want to stop and try to. “You know how pretty those glossy lips look wrapped around me? I can make them glossier for you, baby. Yeah, you want that?”

You do want that. So bad. You’re hoping the sounds you make convey that to him. Ino bucks a little wilder, his thrusts sloppier and his groans have turned to slight whimpers so you know he’s close and it makes you tingle.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum right down your throat.” You bob your head enthusiastically wanting nothing more.

“If you swallow it all, you can kiss me after.” Ino smiles brilliantly down at you before his body jolts and his eyes start to roll back. “Fuck m’gonna—fuckfuckfuck—take it. Take it all for me fuuuck.” It’s like music to your ears the way he whimpers before the hot spurts of his seed hit the back of your throat. Ino pulls out to jerk the last of it onto your waiting tongue.

“Good girl.” You release him with a pop and several gasps for air. A mixture of spit and his spend coat your lips that are glossier than before just like he promised. You lick your lips to make sure you get it all. The action makes Ino groan and pull you to your feet for a kiss just like he also promised. The combination of your sweet lip gloss with his taste on your tongue sends Ino into a tailspin. He’s obsessed with the way you two taste together.

“Almost makes me forget why I was even upset.” Ino exhales a short laugh. “Too bad almost doesn’t count.”

“It’s just business, Ino.” You say, slipping your fingers under his shirt to take it off him. “Don’t be mad at me.”

“Mm.” Is all he says when he lifts his arms so you can slide his shirt up over his head.

“What,” You kiss his right pec and stare up at him. “am I just supposed to film with you and only you for the rest of time?”

There’s an idea. Ino thinks to himself. It’s not a conversation he wants to have right now. He knows he’s being irrational but he can’t help it. Instead, he avoids it for now and jerks his chin at the bed. “Want you on all fours.”

The look in his eye says not to test him on this so you oblige, shedding your robe and arching your ass up for him. His hands are drawn to your backside like magnets, rubbing and squeezing the plush skin of your ass. He steps out of his sweats so that he’s fully naked for you and places a kiss on the left cheek.

“Light blue next time. That’s my other favorite color.” You nod wordlessly. His breath fanning over your skin, so close to where you need his tongue, or fingers, or anything of his, makes goosebumps appear.

Ino hooks a finger into the seat of the thong and yanks it harshly to the side so that he can lick a long stripe against your core. You nearly collapse on the bed from how badly you need more. He kisses your clit, a soft barely there thing. “Not today. Don’t really feel that generous.”

You mewl in protest, trying to wiggle back against his tongue but his tight grip on your hip won’t budge. “Well, maybe just one more.” He licks again this time slower, plunging deeper, and stopping to suckle your clit until you whine. Then he’s gone before you even realize it and your thong is snapped back into place.

“Please.” You beg softly. It almost makes him crack but it’s that same tone you used with Nanami when you begged for extra credit. You’re messing with Ino’s head in the worst way.

“Maybe next time, doll.” That nickname makes you frown. He never calls you that or anything with that tone in his voice. You want to ask him if he’s actually mad at you but his cock is at your entrance stretching you out before you can open your mouth.

Ino’s hand holds your chin up so the camera can capture that lovely little “o” shape you make with your mouth when he slides in nice and deep. It’s more of a capital O when he bottoms out on the first thrust. Your face freezes like that when his brutal pace has you almost in tears from how good it feels. Ino focuses on the recoil of your ass when his hips meet yours over and over and you focus on not staining his sheets with mascara.

“I’ll make it easy for you, baby. All you have to do is take it for me. Don’t even need you to think.” He grabs you by the throat and holds you to his front all while fucking up into you still. “Say ok.”

“Ok.” You repeat breathlessly, the coil in your stomach getting tighter the more his balls slap against you. He lets go of your throat and you fall forward into the mattress, face muffled in the sheets. Ino doesn’t care enough to slow down. In fact, he places one foot on the bed to give him more leverage when he holds your hips and bullies his cock into you.

“I think you like it when I’m mean. You want me to put in your place for everyone to see, don’t you?” You’re too cockdrunk to do anything but moan and force your hips back on him to match his pace. He hit that switch inside you that turns all your words into incoherent nonsense and if you weren’t face down in the mattress, your gibberish would be all the viewers could hear.

“This time when you cum it’ll be for me and it’ll be better than any other time.” Ino promises. You believe him. Nanami was good but he didn’t make you feel like this. “You didn’t get this loud for him did you? No you didn’t. Just for me.”

There’s wetness dripping all the way down your thighs and you feel like you could melt into a puddle right along with it. Ino’s completely coated down to his base in it. And every clench of your pussy around him makes more of your arousal slip out.

“Yeah, that’s it.” That rough voice finds your ear, his chest hovering over your back. “You close, baby?” The grip on the back of your neck makes you raise your head just enough so he can hear your answer.

“Please, Ino. I need to cum. Please—mm, please make me cum.” Your lip wobbles all throughout your drunken plea.

“Oh listen to you beg.” He kisses the crook of your neck. “Such a good girl.” Another kiss. “My needy fucking girl.”

“Mmmmm..I’mgonnacum.” You mumble, head thrown back against his ear.

“No.” Ino chuckles and pulls out of you like you burned him. The loss of warmth from his body on top of yours and his dick inside of you makes you whine. “Whyyyy?”

“You only get to cum if you’re mine.” Ino says matter-of-factly. His body dips into the bed as he lays down behind you. His arms wrap around your front and his face nuzzles into your neck. “Say it, beautiful… Tell them what I already know and I’ll make you cum.”

“Ino.” His name is a plea and a warning, both of which he ignores. His hand comes between your legs to toy with your clit.

“C’mon, don’t you wanna cum? Hm?” His teeth nip at your neck. “It’s gonna feel so good when you do, baby. I promise it feels good to be mine.”

Every sound that leaves you is breathy and desperate. Each swipe at your sensitive clit chips away at your resolve little by little. It makes you wonder if it’s really such a bad thing to encourage him and his jealous streak. But you don’t think anyone else can make you feel like this.

“If you need me to say it first I’ll say it. I’m yours.” His admission comes at the same time two of his fingers slip into you making you cry out. “You’re right there. I know you’re close. Just let me make you cum. Please, beautiful that’s all I want.”

His voice is so desperate and the allure of your orgasm that lies just out of reach is too tempting to pass up. “Fuck, Ino. I’m yours, baby. Yours.”

Ino wastes no time lifting your leg up to sink back into you. Your body is his little spoon, one of his legs slotted between yours, an arm wrapped around your stomach while the other holds your face so he can kiss you while he pounds your pussy.

“Five seconds. That’s all you get, so you’d better get ready to cum.” He warns against your neck. You don’t even think you need the countdown but you don’t want to risk him pulling out if you try to cum before he says so.

“Five.” It’s a bad idea.

“Four.” You shouldn’t have said that you were his.

“Three.” Your eyes roll back when he tweaks your nipples between his fingers. Fuck he feels so good.

“Two.” What’s the worst that could happen?

“One.” You don’t even care anymore.

“Cum for me. Cum for me, please, fuck, I need you to cum for me.” Ino begs over and over into the skin of your neck, fucking you through it while your body shakes for him. You squeeze every last drop out of him.

“Pussy’s all mine. Mine, mine, mine.” You love when he starts babbling like this. It just irks you that he can always seem to clear his head quicker than you. Like now, when he holds your limp body up by your throat so the camera can see how dazed you look.

“Tell him who fucks you better, beautiful.” His eyes glint mischievously in the camera, face half hidden in the crook of your neck.

“Ino does.” You answer tiredly.

“One more time, just for my ego?” Ino pouts playfully.

You don’t even bother fighting him. “Ino fucks me better.”

He rewards you with a kiss to your temple and all over your body. Your eyes close from a mixture of tiredness and bliss.

You don’t even see him reach for your phone on his nightstand to end the call with Nanami. It’s not until you get home later that you see the texts he sent you while you were filming.

k. nanami 👱🏼‍♂️

tell ino that green is not his color

though I quite enjoyed the show, Angel

Your stomach drops when you check your call log to confirm that there had in fact been an outgoing call to Nanami during the time you were with Ino. You know you didn’t call him so that means only one person did…

… and you were gonna kill him.

i’m gonna be honest guys I don’t feel like this is my best but hopefully the short that i’m uploading later today makes up for it 😭😭😭 double upload for takuma tuesday 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ ino nation you can never say I don’t feed you.

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Oh god what did John Green say in his video about Judaism??

Also got that ask so tacking it on.

I did not watch the video all the way through, just the zionisk section, but had the rest of it live messaged to me. I'm waiting on people who can word it better than me and I will reblog them when they're done.

However, what I can say is a few things

1) John Green's sources are mainly from non jews

And this is problematic because firstly it allows for misinformation to spread and secondly because on a video about judaism, he is not looking at it from a perspective of jews

2) He spread misinformation

The main one is who received the oral torah. And there are other misinformation as well

3) He quirkified judaism

He made it this quirky and weird thing. "Shaking a lemon angrily at hashem in a Dennys parking lot" type vibe. And he also just made out a whole lot of halacha to be weird. Like the rules around brushing your teeth on shabbat which was his opening line. It's not like a massive issue on its own, not ideal but not like a terrible thing. But when you pair it with everything else, it all just adds up in a bad way.

4) zionism

He included a bit about zionism, started off good in like the first 5 seconds then went downhill.

He said that zionism is a diverse set of beliefs which is true and good that he said so. But then he went on to like, not list any of the varying forms of zionism and say that it's about jewish nationalism aka making jews a nationality, which some branches do want but not all branches. He then spent the rest of the zionism part not talking about the history of zionism or how its important to some jews or ties into jewishness for a lot of jews. Not even a peep from him about how the concept of jews returning to the region before the word zionism existed is like, a major part of a lot of our holidays.

Instead, he spent the rest of the time talking about groups affected by zionism, such as Palestinians.

Which whilst that does deserve to be talked about, the time and place is not in a crash course video on what it is to be Jewish, as the videos can't be too long and that time would have been best spent focusing on jewish perspectives, both jewish perspectives in support of zionism and antizionism.

Overall, it just incredibly disappointing that John decided that his video was something he wanted to share with his large audience. As someone who as built their platform on educating others, he should know better than to spread misinformation.