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Sexy men monthly [Request]

A/N:This is my first smut,I hope its good,and tell me if I miss anything with the warnings

Warning:Pet names,top reader,oral(male reciving),smut,thigh riding(?)

Words:702

You were going shopping, while looking at the magazines you hear some girls giggling about something. 'I wonder what they're giggling about’ you think as you look at them. You go to look at other magazines you see your dear Jonathan in a very revealing outfit. ‘What the?!’you think as your face heats up. You then look at the magazine name ‘sexy men monthly?’ you think as you still feel the heat of your face. You then grab all the magazines and pay for them. You then go back home where you dear Jonathan is. “Jonathan can we talk?” you ask him. “What is it darling? '' Jonathan responds. “Do you know about the magazine sexy men monthly?” you ask as your cheeks heat up. Jonathan then looks at you with wide eyes and blushing a little bit. “W-why do you ask darling?” he says in a worried tone. “W-well I saw this magazine and you were on the cover, '' you say a little embarrassed. Jonathan then looks down in shame. “Darling i'm sorry for not telling you,I was worried you would break up with me”Jonathan says still looking down in shame.“Well Jonathan,I won't break up with you for that” you say.“So your not mad?” Jonathan asked a little shock.“Why would I be mad,people can have secrets and you did not want to tell me since you felt I would break up with you” you say holding his hands.

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After some few days,Jonathan tells you when he's going to model next so you know where he is.Jonathan then come back after modeling for sexy men monthly.“(y/n) I'm home,”Jonathan says while going inside your home.“Welcome home,Jonathan” you say looking at him.

“Jonathan,could we talk” you say.Jonathan then look at you a little bit confused but still answered.“Yeah,we could talk”Jonathan says.“Well Jonathan I wanted to ask you if you could model the clothes you use on the magazine to me” you say with a flushed face.“Jonathan looks a little surprised and a little red.“S-sure”Jonathan says still with some red cheeks.Later Jonathan came wearing one of the outfits.He was wearing stripe knee high socks, a crop top and some short shorts.“You look great Jonathan” you say while looking him up and down.You subconsciously bite your lip.“W-why thank you dear” says Jonathan.You stand up and go to Jonathan and you take him to your bedroom.You then make Jonathan sit down on the bed and you get up in his thighs.“(y/n),what are you doing”Jonathan says getting flustered and yelps when you put your hand near his crotch.You then start kissing him while moving on his thighs.Jonathan moves his hands to your hips and kisses you back.You two break a part with a thin string of salvia connecting your lips.You then start grinding on his thighs,you then move your hands under his shirt and start pitching one of his nipples as you suck the other one.Jonathan starts moaning and groning.You then look at him,“Are you enjoying yourself dear?” you ask while smirking.“I-i am”He says stuttering a little.“That's good”you say,you then start to take his short shorts off and pull out his dick out of his boxers.“It seems I have not treated you enough”you say while looking at his hard dick.You then put your mouth on top of the tip,you then bob your head up and down.“H-hah,(y/n) it feels so good”Jonathan says shaking a little.You put your hand on what you can't fit in your mouth and move it up and down with your rhythm.“(y/n), i'm close” Jonathan says with raspy breaths.You then go faster and feel his cum going in your mouth,you then drink his cum.“That was refreshing dear,but I feel quite tired and yours as well,so let us sleep”you say with a tired look.“Y-yeah,i'm quite tired as well” Jonathan say.You then pull the covers and fall asleep with your lover.

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Atem/Mutou Yuugi, YamiYuugi/Original Female Characters Characters: Yami Yuugi | Atem, Mutou Yuugi, Various Egyptian Deities, Original Female Character(s), Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Bakura Ryou, Marik Ishtar, Mana (Yu-Gi-Oh), Mahaado | Mahad, Ishizu Ishtar, Rishid Ishtar | Odion Ishtar, Original Male Character(s), Mutou Yuugi's Mother, Mutou Sugoroku | Solomon Moto, Honda Hiroto | Tristan Taylor, Priest Seto Additional Tags: Yami Yuugi | Atem Has Own Body, Sex, Past Child Abuse, Blood and Violence, Gun Violence, Blood and Gore, Alcohol, Yami and Atem are separate beings, Alternate Universe, Egyptian Gods Summary:

I was inspired by another creator's work. I'm not familiar with the rules yet so I don't know if I should mention them or not. Please let me know if I'm supposed to or not.

Sora Muto and Yugi Mutou are siblings working for the Domino City Police Department. From a young age, they've had these strange abilities that they can't understand but have been able to live with them for years. Until, they meet a couple of Gods at a nightclub called The Nile that awakens something in them that has long been dormant.

I am currently going back through this and editing, revising and adding a few more details to make the story flow better.

I spent the last few days revising and editing. I also added a new chapter after so long. I just lost the motivation. But now I'm back and I'm excited to continue Dragons of the Gods. I'm also going to be going and working on Rebellion as well. Enjoy!!! 😁😁

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Atem/Mutou Yuugi, Yami/Original Female Character, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler/Kaiba Seto, Other Relationships Characters: Mutou Yuugi, Pharao Akhenamkhanen | Pharaoh Aknamkanon, Aknadin, Yami Yuugi | Atem, Jounouchi Katsuya | Joey Wheeler, Kaiba Seto, Priestess Isis, Thief King Bakura, Bakura Ryou, Marik Ishtar, Malik, Mahaado | Mahad, Mana (Yu-Gi-Oh), Mazaki Anzu | Tea Gardner, Honda Hiroto | Tristan Taylor, Kawai Shizuka | Serenity Wheeler, Mutou Sugoroku | Solomon Moto, Pegasus J. Crawford | Maximillion Pegasus, Otogi Ryuuji | Duke Devlin, Other Yu-Gi-Oh Characters Additional Tags: atem has his own body, Yami is a separate entity, Blood, Vampires, Werewolves, Violence, Alternate Universe, Gore, Puzzleshipping, I don't know what other tags to add, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of Underworld War Summary:

For years, vampires, werewolves and humans have lived in co-existence until a dark force threatens to shatter it. Yugi Muto and Sora Muto are hunters with the Monster Hunter Bureau, run by Maximillion Pegasus. The siblings work hard to protect the people of Domino from rogues and also to hide their secrets from those around them, for they are the last of a forgtten and ancient race, the werecats. Together, along with the Vampire Lords they resurrect, they might stand a chance to keep the peace.

Can I get a fic where Leo is feeling insecure and the reader assures him he’s perfect? My baby needs a lot of love 😭

Ahhh THANK YOU.

This is my first request and I am so happy to write this Leo Valdez is a gem that needs to be protected. This is it I hope you like it.

SUMMARY: Someone's picked a fight with Prefect! But he isn't going to let anyone hurt you anymore. Not on his watch. Part 2! Part 1 w/ Cater and Azul can be found here.

WARNINGS: Prefect (you) gets hit in the face & a cut is on your head. Use of the words t*cked (in Vil’s part) and h*ll (in Silver’s)

COMMENTS: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MIGHT HAVE CARPAL TUNNEL SO WRITING IS HARD- I might be writing less for a while :( Not sure if I’ll do another part to this one (unless you guys request for it)! but also! This is also dedicated to two people! @vtoriacore (happy extremely late birthday!!) and @silvers-numberonefan!! I hope you guys like it!!

It must be raining.

You were just out in a storm. That’s all.

That would explain the crack of thunder that collided with your face and gave you a throbbing headache. The warm liquid blurring your vision and dripping out of your mouth and nose was just the rain, not some unholy mix of blood and tears. The chills that froze you where you stood was just humidity and the cold, not adrenaline and raw fear.

And yet, even with your desperate brain trying to come up with some reasonable explanation, the only thunderstorm you could see in front of you was a student you couldn’t recognise. Not with your head pounding like this. Not with the thunder in your ears.

There was something about the boy that scared you. That wasn’t uncommon - this school was full of terrifyingly promising mages. But the scariest thing wasn’t how he wielded his magical pen with deadly accuracy, or how strong he so evidently was.

It was just how much he seemed to be enjoying the mix of horror and pain, of blood and tears, that must have been so evidently and delicately splashed across your face.

His smile twisted as he raised pen again, something in those cruel eyes of his setting off alarm signals in your aching head.

“This’ll teach you not to meddle where you don’t belong.”

The pen glowed, pure magic surrounding it as he prepared to shoot. His sadistic eyes were alight with entertainment. He knew what he was about to do. He didn’t care.

You squeeze your eyes shut and braced for the lightning.

And then everything went black.

“Darling…“ Your boyfriend and the Pomefiore housewarden, Vil Schoenheit, knelt in front of you as you sat on the floor. His voice, normally so perfect and soothing was now strained and tense. Barely hidden traces of wrath seeped through his words as he gently tilted your chin to observe the bruises and blood on your face.

You had arrived not that long ago. Upon defending you from your assailant, Rook Hunt, Pomefiore’s vice housewarden had speedily brought you to Vil. After filling the housewarden in on the situation, one thing became abundantly clear to you:

Vil Schoenheit was ticked.

He pulled a phial full of green liquid out of his bag, not releasing the hand gently and delicately cupping your cheek. Unstopping the cork, he gently lifted it to your lips.

“Drink.” His voice was gentle, but firm. Tilting your head back, you slowly drank the potion. It had the taste of lime and the consistency of honey. Warmth began to flood through you as you drank. Slowly, miraculously, you felt the pain ease, and your cuts started to stitch back together. The bruises you had gained began to fade, and the pounding in your head relaxed. Bit by bit, the potion took effect.

Bit by bit, the storm’s damage was fading.

Vil reached back into his bag and pulled out some makeup removal wipes. Gently bringing your face closer to his, he delicately began clearing the blood away. His blonde hair framed his face perfectly as he worked, the purple ombré highlighting his matching eyes. Eyes normally filled with calm determination, a gentle storm of amethyst.

Now, however, they contained a different kind of storm.

A storm filled with conflict. A storm filled with both the desire to protect and the desire to avenge. One you knew would never hurt you. One you could get lost in, and know you were perfectly safe.

But, based on the way he was looking at you now, you weren’t so sure that the other boy would get off unscathed. You almost winced in sympathy for him.

Almost.

Vil quietly put the now empty potion bottle and used wipes back in his bag. He then turned to face you.

“Are you feeling all right? Any better than before?“ His eyes searched yours for any indication that you weren’t okay.

You gave a strained, tense smile. “I’m alright now. Thank you.”

His worries seemed to soothe a little, for a brief moment. Then, he cast his eyes towards the floor and mumbled a curse under his breath.

“I don’t know what that arrogant potato was thinking. If only I had been there, that fool would have significantly less to show for his impulsive idiocy…”

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m alright, see?“ You wiggle your fingers in his face for proof, his smile becoming more relaxed when he saw you were alright enough to be silly.

“Still,” he huffed, “that unintelligent potato should know better. Who was he, by the way?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. I think I’ve seen him around before, but never learned his name.”

Vil studied you, as if trying to figure out whether you were trying to protect your assailant - the filthy potato that attacked you - or if you genuinely didn’t know.

“In any case, it doesn’t matter, right? Everything’s okay now. As long as he leaves me alone, that is, haha…” you scratched your head awkwardly and smiled. It was nowhere near the perfect, practised smile that Vil gave his audience, but to him it was personification of beauty itself.

To him, you were the fairest of them all.

And to you?

You pondered this as you smiled at his perfect features. He truely was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen. But your love for him wasn’t wrapped up in anything physical.

You simply loved him because of who he was. Flaws, insecurities and all. You loved the storm that he was - one that would always keep you safe, and never intentionally hurt you. The storm that would protect you as much as he was able. The one that had you dancing in and singing praises to the rain.

He smiled at you, wondering what thoughts were going through your head as he pulled you into a gentle, tight hug.

He was definitely going to ask Rook about that student. That potato would have to learn not to mess with you ever again.

After all, was it not the job of a ruler to protect those dear to them?

The sound of ice clashing with metal screamed through the air, ripping open your eyes in shock. A boy in black and green stood in front of you, his sword raised in a defensive position. His silver hair shone in the light, and you could see his eyes reflected in the blade he wielded with deadly expertise.

His concerned eyes met yours in the blade’s reflection.

His eyes.

You didn’t even know where to begin in describing them. Some argued they were light purple, others light blue. Everyone agreed on one thing, though. They were as dazzling as an aurora, shining with determination like a gem in the light.

“Are you alright, Prefect?”

“I-”

“Don’t you dare ignore me!” Your assailant fired two more spells in your direction. Your saviour, Silver, blocked them with ease, wielding his sword with surprising accuracy for someone who had been asleep less than five minutes ago.

Sheathing his sword, he pulled out his magical pen and raised it in self defence. “Excuse me, but I’m afraid I can’t let you hurt the prefect. You should leave now.”

Your assailant barked out a derisive laugh. “Like hell I will.”

“If you continue to try and hurt them, I will continue to protect them. I will not hold back. Make your choice.” His words weren’t loud, nor angry. He was offering your assailant a decision - walk away with his honour in tact, or accept the consequences of his actions.

There was something about Silver that had evidently unnerved your attacker. Whether it was the way he held himself, the way he spoke with such levelheadedness and determination, or maybe even just the way he wielded both his sword and his pen with such confidence, you didn’t know.

“This isn’t over.” He hissed at you as he wheeled around and stormed off.

You blinked. The storm was over almost as quickly as it had began.

You sank to the floor, dazed. Silver turned around and, seeing you on your knees, quickly started towards you. He knelt in front of you.

“Prefect. I am going to inspect and treat your injuries now. Do I have your permission?” He waited, his eyes searching yours for consent. When you nodded, he immediately reached for you.

His touch was gentle as he took your arms, turning them over to check for any major injuries. Upon finding nothing of note, he brushed your hair away to see the wound on your head clearer. After inspecting it tenderly, he gave a satisfied nod.

“The wound isn’t very deep. I could heal it now, or we could go to the nurse if you’d prefer?” He smiled at you gently and reassuringly.

“Um… could you do it please? If the others hear I’ve visited the nurse, they’d get worried, so…”

“Of course.” Lifting his pen, he gently tapped your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt your cut knit together. The pounding in your head slow and stopped, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

Opening your eyes, you met Silver’s. He looked concerned, but offered you that soft, caring smile of his. You realised then just how close you both were, and that he was still holding your hand, rubbing comforting patterns into it with his thumb.

The reality of what had just happened started to set in, and tears pricked at your eyes, stinging almost as bad as the injuries had. Silver smiled at you sadly, and opened his arms silently, offering a hug. You quietly accepted. He held you tightly, rubbing your back and remaining a solid support for you.

He always was.

Silver always had kept an eye out for you during your time at NRC. You hoped he always would, his presence was a comfort and a strength during your hardest times.

He had always provided shelter from the storm.

And he always would.

(BONUS)

“Ahh, young love!” Lilia had found the two of you, fallen asleep in each other’s arms. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a photo with a devious smile.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

-Angy Mc- (visual ver.)

I... honestly idk what to say about this other than this being @snoogeewoogee 's fault

Thanks for the idea <3

Psst.. Sorry to bother you, but I saw your tags on that one queer culture post from awhile ago, and like I'm currently trying to learn about/am researching fencing!! I haven't been able to find much sadly, and I know like nothing about sabre, so I was wondering if you'd be fine with telling me about what it's like?? This has low-key become really interesting to me lately, and I'd love to hear stories from an actual fencer if your fine w/ that!! /gen /pos

ABSOLUTELY!!!! I could talk about fencing for HOURS!!! Not sure exactly what info you’re looking for but Im so glad you’re interested!

I’ve been fencing for about 3 years and have been fencing competitively for about 2 years. I started after my dad told me to pick a sport and I said either horseback riding, archery, or sword fighting, so he found a fencing club near us. This is just my opinions and experiences.

Ok so first things first: 3 types of fencing

1. Épée (which I began with, learning the sport, the simplest)

2. Foil (which I know barely anything about tbh)

3. Sabre (my pride and joy, my sport, my love, easily the best kind fight me)

Sabre can use both the edge of the blade and the tip (though mostly edge) anywhere from the waist up.

Fencing positions (advances, retreats, lunges, etc.) can feel really weird or awkward at first, but now I will stand almost in engarde position without realizing it.

Fencing is a bit more of an individual sport than most, but it still requires at least two people to work and you don’t want to just keep fencing the same person (I actually have a whole thing about how different benders from A:TLA work with different fencing styles and personalities if you’d like to see that).

Some of my experiences: there’s not too many girls until you get to the upper classes. Fencing is kind of a small world (at least two fencers from my fencing club are at the Olympics this week and our coach casually pulled out a Sabre from the 2016 rio Olympics at one point which was kind of insane). Manners are key. If you do not have proper manners and respect, you will be dismissed. One of the best fencers in my class was kicked out after they used the n-word.

Fencing, for all it’s armor and safety precautions, CAN still be dangerous. They’re still swords. There are accidents. Most of the time this means a bruise or cut, but there was one time when a blade broke mid-lunge as it went under a mask and cut someone’s throat. It was an accident and both the person hurt and the person whose blade broke were a bit traumatized by it. Impressively, the girl who was hurt is starting to fence again.

I’ve found that whenever I’m feeling really bad depression-wise, fencing can pull me out of it.

For me, fencing is about perseverance and dedication. It’s hard, but fun, and I have improved so much over the years. I love it.

Blond people

The first time that England hated blond people was also the first time that he hated himself. He was running, trying to catch his brothers and he wondered "is this the meaning of family?" "helplessly trying to be loved?". He got his answer hours later when they try to drown him for the first time. That is when he saw it. His reflection on the river. He saw his green eyes, his pale skin and his blond hair. He saw everything that he wasn't and everything that he should be. And then he hated himself. And then he blamed himself. He blamed on himself that his brothers didn't love him, he blamed on himself that he could never have a family, he blamed on himself that his mother always looked at him pity. And then he hated his brothers. And then hated what it meant to live.

~The role of the king is a lonely one to play~

Song by CG5 : Lonely King

Wake up

Type: Angst, a bit of Fluff

{Minghao wakes up after a “acquaintances with benefits” encounter with you}

Minghao POV

Something was warming my skin. Not like the warmth, I felt of you last night but rather the heat of the sun. My eyes felt heavy but I forced them open. My vision, clouded, but a few blinks fixed that. 

I was staring at the morning sun through the window, I should be admiring this beautiful view but my mind kept traveling back to last night. Remembering every moment of ecstasy and pleasure, I almost feel guilty.

Guilty for not getting to know you, for us not getting closer beforehand, for not knowing you. But I couldn’t change that now could I?

I turned my back to the sun, my back now feeling the warmth my face felt moments ago.

Now I was facing you and I didn’t care that we were nude, I didn’t feel any compulsion of wanting to relive yesterday like I did as I replayed it before I turned to you. 

Instead, my eyes traced your face, trying to ingrain the memory of every detail of your face into my mind. You weren’t super-model gorgeous, no instead a piece of art and art isn’t always supposed to look beautiful it’s supposed to make you feel something, you made me feel something.

I memorized every wrinkle, acne scar, and pimple. I memorized the way strands of your hair would fall every time you snored. I never considered myself as someone who would fall so quickly in love, I don’t even know if this is “love”. 

I placed my hand on your waist underneath the blanket and moved closer to you. I pulled my other hand from underneath me and began tracing the features of your face, lightly so I don’t wake you up.

From your eyes to your nose to your lips-

I suddenly felt the warmth of the sun again on my face. I held my eyes shut closely hoping it wasn’t as I thought, but sure enough, it was. I desperately tried to fall back asleep and continue that beautiful dream of you.

But no, the dream was over.

You weren’t by my side, I wasn’t tracing your face, my hand wasn't on your waist. Instead, I turned around to my bed empty and my clothes on the floor, and you not in sight. The scent of your perfume still lightly embedded in my furniture.

I heard the door close and I pushed myself to get up even if my body wanted to rest still. I hurried and put on my underwear and shirt, hoping I could catch you before the elevator door closed. 

I ran like hell to try and catch you, almost tripping on my neighbor's package they failed to pick up yesterday afternoon. Just as I got down to the end of the hall the elevator doors were already 3/4 of the way closed but you saw me still and I hoped you would push the button to reopen the door but you didn’t. 

I walked back to my apartment in defeat, mentally hitting myself for not getting your number or not waking up earlier. I sat on my couch ignoring my empty stomach that growled at me, only thinking of you. Just as I was going to try and go back to sleep and dream of you there was a knock on my door. 

I didn’t bother checking the monitor to see who it was, not caring anyways because you were already gone. I opened the door with my head hung low not wanting to see anyone right now. 

“I think I can stay longer... I didn’t think I’d wake you up, sorry.”

My knees went week hearing your voice and I really hoped this wasn’t another dream. That thought was diminished when I looked up and saw you standing there, I fought my every nerve to not hug you. 

“No no I’m just glad you came back..” 

Imagine you work part time at a convenience store while studying abroad in Korea and everyday since you began working there idol!seungcheol comes by to pick up some snacks. After awhile he has the courage to talk to you in English but is devastated and embarrassed at the fact that you can speak a bit of Korean and have picked it up after working there. You both laugh it off and he continues on his merry way... but not without leaving you his number on the back of a milk tea carton.

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