#COME OOON IS SO GOOD!!!

[ippinkorca]

alr reposting it again wohoooo i got no new art sorry!! this is from i believe 2023 and posted it first on instagram then to deviant art i think... idk Alberto Vazquez left a like on it so I guess its good!!!!!!!! (i don't really like it anymore, the background's lazy af) uhhh hope u uhhh like it...

[ginkovskij]

oh my god it was so embarrassing the therapist asked me why i wanted to see her and i said i have felt bad bad for a while now and she asked how long? and i was like mm more or less twenty years and she was like excuse me how old are you? and i twenty-six and she was like mm that's more than a while

[wizardnuke]

we've all seen lonely man's lazarus the mind electric animation right. i can't stop watching it. 2:10-3:05 hooooly shit

[helianthus21]

me waiting with a drink in hand until zuko mentions honor for the first time

[tubattutu]

۶ৎ Busy woman !

pairing: racer!hubby!beomgyu x fem!reader

cw: kitchen sex, unprotected sex (dont do!!!!), creampie, dirty talk, beomgyus a horny little shit, riding, ass spanking, breast play, nipple play, beomgyu is referred as ‘gyu/beomie’ to reader, lemme know if i missed some

a/n: inspired by a c ai bot i saw so creds to the creator !!

your husband, beomgyu, was a racer. it was like his whole life. he got joy out of racing others on motorcycles, and he always won. every. single. time.

2 years of marriage and he still managed to make you feel all flustered, winking at you like it was your first date all over again. he never let you forget you were his. not with the way he kissed your forehead before leaving that morning, his hair all tousled and yet he still looked handsome to you.

and even with the amount of fan girls that screamed and gushed over him and asked for photos, you were still the one he loved.

you came to one of his races as always, the roar of engines deafening. you leaned against the railing of the pit lane, arms crossed, watching the man you married strut toward his motorcycle in full gear. you always thought he looked so good all dressed in his hear, his helmet under one arm, ego in full bloom.

he settled into his seat, helmet over his head. he lifted his visor, meeting his gaze with you, and grinned.

“if i beat my record today..” he began, his voice cracking slightly through the comms,

“you’re cooking dinner in nothing else but my jersey.”

the comment made you blush, and caught you a bit off guard.

“gyu!” you hissed—and then, the race began.

and in no surprise, he beat his record. it wasnt like you doubted him, though. he never loses.

later that night, after receiving his trophy and metal and surrounding himself with fan girls and taking pictures with them, the two of you went home. it felt relieving finally having space alone with your husband.

he places the trophy in the middle of the living room table proudly, smiling at how it looked. he glanced over at you, noticing you alresdy about to prepare dinner. he strides over to you quietly, his hands moving to rest on your sides as he grins.

“we made a deal..” he smiles mischievously, and it causes you to remember what he said before the race.

“i never said i’d do it,” you comment, his front against your back.

“come ooon, babe.. i won..? dont i deserve a treat?” he used the same voice he always used to soften you up, pressing the same old kisses in the same places on your shoulder and nape of your neck. this damn guy…

you sigh, and cant help but let your expression and demeanour soften, “fine.”

he grinned again as he watched you head into the bedroom to change, feeling lucky to have you as his wife. he always knew exactly how to make you fold, every damn time.

after changing, he was practically on you, and when he wasn’t on you physically he was looking at you constantly. i mean—how could he not? to him you just looked so damn good. especially in his own jersey.

you were cutting up some veggies, making his favourite food for dinner to celebrate his win. you hummed as you felt his front press against your back once more, wrapping his arms around your waist as he kissed your neck.

“mmh.. want you so bad..” he whispers against your neck, his hands travelling up your body and squeezing your breasts through the jersey of his you we’re wearing, letting the best of his needs get to him. it was like he couldn’t control his actions anymore.

“gyu.. m’ cooking dinner..” you breathed out, lips parted, and you couldn’t help but rub your ass subtly against his bulge that was seemingly growing.

he groaned breathily, gripping onto your waist with both hands as he rutted slightly into your ass.

knowing you were wearing absolutely nothing else under this jersey besides your underwear was really intriguing his thoughts, and he moved his hand down to your clothed core, his two digits rubbing slow, small circles over your clit.

you can’t help but moan, gripping the knife in your hand slightly tighter, before you let go as he pushed his sweats and boxers slightly lower, popping out his cock.

you let out a small gasp, letting him push down your panties, which were already soaked with your arousal. you leaned onto the counter, your hands holding onto the edge ss he pushes inside your entrance, his fingers curling into your sides as he moans blissfully at the warm, wet feeling around his cock, his eyebrows furrowing in pure pleasure.

you moan softly as his hips start moving forward into your pussy. he grips your hips tight, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip before letting go as he moans deeply, his deep voice rumbling against your neck as he kisses the skin on it. his breath was hot against your skin, and you pushed back into him, his cock pushing in deeper inside you.

“ffuck- look so fuckin’ good in my jersey, baby.. so sexy..” he murmurs, speeding up his thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening as he moans into your neck, soft sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing in the kitchen.

“gyu.. feels s’ good..” you moaned out, your breath coming out in soft gasps.

his hands slip up to grope your tits, before playing with your sensitive buds with his thumbs, causing you to let out a high pitched moan in bliss, shuddering slightly.

it felt wrong, having sex in the kitchen, around all your food, but in the moment you couldnt even focus on that right now. not with him so deep inside you, you could practically feel him.

soon you found yourselves in your shared bedroom, his jersey you wore now discarded on the carpet beside your bed on the floor as you rode him, the sound of your own loud moans and the bed creaking slightly worrying the two of you because of your poor neighbours.

he was sitting up slightly against the headboard and pillows, guiding your hips softly, a soft, yet deep moan slipping out of his mouth like butter.

“jus’ like that baby.. keep riding me like that..” he breathes out, his head leaning back and his eyebrows furrowing in pure pleasure once more, his eyes closing. he bucks his hips up slightly, causing a loud moan to leave your lips uncontrollably, your smooth hip movements faltering for a moment before resuming.

“gyu.. please..” you begged, yet wasnt sure what you were even begging for. but whatever it was, you just needed more of it.

he spanks your ass, lifting his head back up again as he watches you, his cock twitching inside you at the sight of your beautiful body.

he swaps positions, putting you onto your knees with your back arched slightly, your face in the blankets as he pushes right back inside you, grasping onto your hips and making hard, deep thrusts into your warm pussy.

“shit.. look at how your tight pussy swallows my dick..” he moans deeply, biting his bottom lip as he slams into your pussy. you could already feel your orgasm building up.

“beomie.. gonna cum..” you breathe out, your moans uncontrollably coming out louder than expected.

“yeah.. cum on my cock baby.. come on, i wanna see you cum on my dick..” he groaned out, speeding up once more, almost pounding into your wetness.

you cry out, feeling the overwhelming sensations of your orgasm rapidly growing closer. and what did it for you was when he reached from behind you, rubbing your clit in soft circles.

you couldnt even let out a sound, your vision going white for a second before coming back to once you feel his thrusts quicken once again, only for his own orgasm to wash over himself, filing your hole to the brim with his creamy seed.

this, was the perks of dating a racer.

[gakukitty]

— ONE, TWO, THREE, SMIILE ! x sakamoto days

summary . where ur boyfriend keeps his naughty pics of you !!!

wc . 1.2k

cw . SMUT / SUGGESTIVE MDNI , the characters arreeaeee… shin asakura , kei uzuki , nagumo yoichi , heisuke mashimo , shishiba , gaku , natsuki seba

masterlist ౨ৎ

note: i’m writing this rlly late at night so sorry for any mistakes / confusing stuff ; w ; i’ll get around to editing it ine daaayyyg

shin asakura

in a locket on his necklace . shin is veeery cautious about where he keeps his picture ! you’re the love of his life; and there is absolutely no way that he will ever let anyone see you like that.

ooh, now that he thinks about it— you look sooo good in this photo. lips all glossy as they’re wrapped around his cock, your pretty nails sparkling from the flash of the camera as you stroke the rest of his length that your warm mouth can’t take. and man, does he love the look in your eyes. yup, shin will keep this with him until the day he dies.

shin doesnt really look at the picture that often. he already feels bad enough having it in the first place— even if it’s rather small and tucked away in a pretty little locket attached to another necklace draped on his neck. but one night, when he’s feeling particularly hot and bothered and you’re not there— he really can’t help but sneak a look at the cute picture, his head tilting back as he palms himself through his pants.

kei uzuki

in his wallet . kei isn’t exactly secretive about this picture— he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous, and definitely deserve to be shown off a little. but not too much.

after all, he wouldn’t want just anyone to see a pretty lady— his pretty lady— sat on his lap and taking his thick cock like a freakin’ champ! he was so proud of you that night, his free hand gently caressing your neck, a smile curved on his lips.

that very same smile always appears when he opens his wallet. ah, how he loves the sight of you.

nagumo yoichi

in his phonecase . nagumo loves you so much; so of course he’s gonna have his all time favorite picture of you slipped into his phonecase. his very clear phomecase.

come ooon, don’t look at him like that— he knows that you love being shown off a little! especially when you were grinding all up on him and moaning sweetly when he was on the phone that night. as soon as that call ended, he was soo quick to flip you over. and in a matter of minutes, he was thrusting in and out, in and out, whining and groaning into your ear as his hand clutches at your waist. he took many photos (of course), but the prettiest one in his opinion was definitely the one of your back arching, ass pressed against his pelvis as his warm palm squeezes at the flesh of your hip. if only pictures could capture sounds, as well.

nagumo likes to look at this picture a lot. sways flipping his phone so he can smile dreamily at the sight, admiring the sweat glistening on your back and he suddenly has an idea; he thinks it’s about time he takes another photo. this time, your face will be visible! it’s safe to say you didn’t do much sleeping that night.

heisuke mashimo

an acrylic keychain . this one’s a little out there and rather random , but i think that it fits heisuke perfectly !

he just loooves that photo. you’re perched on your knees, plush lips pursed as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock. it felt so good, and the memory is definitely a welcome one whenever he sees his cute keychain dangle on his rifle bag. thing. (?)

heisuke was adamant about making this keychain all on his own. even the thought of letting someone else see that picture made his cheeks flush and his heartbeat quicken. so, he did it himself. it was a little hard, because firstly— heisuke’s not the best at DIY. and secondly, he was just a little distracted by how cute you looked !

in the end, though, he managed. and it doesn’t even look too bad! maybe you’ll need to rearward him :3

shishiba

photo album . i honestly can’t see shishiba bringing such a precious picture anywhere that could risk someone seeing it or blood splattering on it— tainting the sweet image of you taking his cock.

so, instead, he keeps all of his prizes neat in a photo album. he has two; a digital one, and a book which he keeps in your shared bedroom. his digital album is nice, sure.. but in all honesty, he fucking loves running his fingers over the pictures in his photobook.

when he’s off at work, he’ll settle for staring longingly and swiping through the pictures of his digital album. oh, you looked so good that night.. squirming and whining against his tongue. he sighs softly, swiping again.

and when shishiba is back at home, he’s flipping through the pages of the physical copy. he thinks that he’d like to cum over this picture of you— or rather, your pretty pussy. he glances over to the clock. when will you get home?

gaku

his lockscreen . gaku didn’t really put much thought into it. one night, after fucking you thoroughly into the sheets to the point you had fallen asleep, drooling against his arm, he found himself scrolling through the photos he took during all that. he hums, silently admiring the angles. he almost feels like a professional photographer or something. he chuckles quietly at the thought.

but when he lands on one specific picture— his thumb pauses. this is definitely his favorite. you had just came, and the expression on your face was so cute he just couldn’t resist snapping an extra picture. so, with a similar feeling of impulse, he sets it as his lockscreen.

he just smirks when he hears you squeal in the morning. he tilts his head, looking over to you as you clutch his phone. cute, he thinks.

gaku really doesn’t care what other people think of his new lockscreen, though. the stares are irrelevant, the small sounds of surprise are almost getting irritating. he’s just happy to be greeted by your cute face each time he turns his phone on.

natsuki seba

on his toolbox . natsuki really loves his pictures of you. he replaces them almost every week or two, but the one that has stayed the longest (two weeks and a half so far), is quite gorgeous.

your glistening cunt is on display, a mixture of his spit, his cum and your cum leaks out so nicely. he was absolutely entranced, a finger reaching to spread your folds. like smiling for the camera.. but in a different way. this picture is definitely worth it’s place on his toolbox.

natsuki likes to have two pictures. one of your sex life, and one of your beautiful face during a date. as much as he loves his girl when she’s all fucked out; he also loves the smile on your face when the two of you go out.

he tapes the two pictures on either side of his toolbox with sparkly washi tape— that you left with him on accident one evening. he’ll give it back one day, he promises! every time he reaches for something, he’s greeted by whichever sight he’s in the mood for and he loooves it !

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or do anything stupid with it ! try and improve on ur own skills first ♡

[nottswitch]

꒰ rich girl!reader stumbles upon bodyguard!mattheo while trying to sneak out ꒱

cw: 18+ mdni, slightly suggestive behavior (reader), mentions of a boner, sneaking out, smoking

a/n: finally properly developing this au, so if you’ve been waiting – this is the time. very excited to write about these two, because i have ideas to last a lifetime.

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you’ve never really needed to check if the way is clear – your parents never truly cared whether you were sneaking out or not. even calling it ‘sneaking out’ was a reach, and it was mostly for the vibes, for the thrill of it. you carefully pad through the hallway, your high heels in hand, playing the same game you’ve been through time after time. a quietly opened door, a look to the right, then to the left, as if to make sure you’re really alone – and you’re putting your pink pumps on, fumbling with the small buckle around your ankle.

“going somewhere, princess?”

you groan in frustration at the deep, slightly hoarse voice that has already become so awfully familiar in the last few days. hearing it right now was not in the plans, it’s a pretty inconvenient bump in your well-oiled machine. you look up, and sure enough – your new bodyguard, mattheo, is standing right there, with a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. your nose automatically scrunches up at the acrid smell of smoke, but mattheo doesn’t flinch. he brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a casual drag as his eyes stay locked with yours.

"what if i am?” you immediately retort, crossing your arms over your chest in a manner that screams defiance. “not like you can stop me, matt.”

he scoffs softly at the nickname, though you can’t quite pinpoint if it’s genuine irritation or something else – mattheo has proven to be near damn impossible to read. a small cloud of smoke billows out of his mouth, dramatically white against the darkness of the night bathing the front yard.

“i can, actually,” he drawls out, so matter-of-factly it makes your blood boil in the most infuriating way possible. he isn’t boasting or taunting you – he just states that he can, and he knows it, too. “body-guard. means guarding the body. and it can’t really be guarded if it’s out of reach, can it, princess?”

your eyes roll before he even finishes the sentence. you can’t believe it – this guy, bestowed upon you by your dad out of the blue, thinks he can control whether you go out or not. as if.

“come on, matt, it’s just dumb,” you whine, impatiently shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “just pretend you didn’t see me. i promise dad won’t care.”

“he hired me. should say enough.” mattheo shrugs, just a tiny little movement that makes the muscles of his arms roll under his s— wait, what? you shake your head, probably looking like a complete fool, especially since it doesn’t help at all with getting rid of unnecessary, irritating thoughts about his biceps.

“come ooon,” you continue to whine, taking a step closer. all is fair in sneaking out and war, you think, as your hand reaches for his arm. it’s not the impulsive thought that wins, you tell yourself, it’s just a means to an end. your hand travels up in a soft caress, ghosting over his skin, sliding under the short sleeve of his black t-shirt (an ungodly tight one, at that). “you didn’t see me, okay? and i didn’t see you…”

your voice lowers into something seductive, or at least something you pretend is so. if you paid enough attention to mattheo’s features, you’d see a very faint clench in his jaw, the way his fingers tightened their grip on the burnt cigarette nub, and a stirring at the front of his jeans. but you’re too focused on waiting for the right answer, and probably for your own good.

“the front door is right there.” mattheo’s chin points behind you, his eyebrow twitching slightly as he takes a step back, letting your hand slide off his arm and hang stupidly in the air. “don’t forget to shut it when you go back inside. right now.”

“ugh, i hate you!!!”

the way you growl, your voice high-pitched and beyond pissed, makes a muscle in mattheo’s jaw contract. he steadily holds your glare, and soon it becomes clear your little temper tantrum won’t get you anywhere – and mind you, for the first time in your life, which is simply embarrassing. you huff out a sharp breath and turn around, your pink heels sinking into the freshly cut lawn.

mattheo watches your retreating form until the door shuts behind you – much louder than before – and lets out a slow, deep sigh. he looks down, noticing two things he’d rather ignore – a nub that was once a cigarette, now ash on his fingertips, and a bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans. another sigh, but now it holds a hint of resignation in it. mattheo’s hand absently reaches to the front, adjusting his treacherously hard cock, but doing nothing to provide any actual comfort.

a second cigarette is lit, and another cloud of smoke wafts through the chilly air. the night is still young.

au. more.

[haikyu-mp4]

Overlooked – Nishinoya x reader wc 799 – f!reader, brother!Atsumu, brother!Osamu

Family functions at the Miya household were already causing quite a ruckus, and adding one Nishinoya to the mix was bound to make things rowdier.

You were lounging in the living room, catching up with some family before dinner and making sure that everyone had been properly introduced to Nishinoya. Introducing him as your boyfriend made you grin with pride, but you could only ignore your brother’s gaze for so long.

Not Osamu, he was in the kitchen helping your parents prepare dinner like the angel he is (he’s stealing the food).

“That sounds like so much fun, you guys,” Atsumu cooed after you finished telling your aunt about you and Nishinoya’s most recent journey to New Zealand. “I wish I could live without goals or ambitions, it sounds so freeing. Just travellin’ until ya run out of money.”

Even as you pinned the blonde with an angry look, he completely ignored you in favour of leaning towards your boyfriend.

“It’s too bad ya decided to stop playing volleyball. Ya used to have some potential.”

“Tsumu,” you warned.

Nishinoya squeezed your hand which he had intertwined with his, lifting the other to point cheekily at Atsumu. “Bet you were relieved I wouldn’t be in the league to receive your new hybrid serves.”

“Relieved?” Atsumu huffed in annoyance at your boyfriend’s positive turn. “Would have loved to see that terrified look on yer face again.”

Instead of giving Atsumu the kind of discussion he wanted, and before you could even retaliate on his behalf, Nishinoya turned his approach to the rest of the family members in the room with a bright look in his eyes. “Atsumu and I played against each other in high school and it was one of the first times a serve had me genuinely worried. Luckily, my team had my back when I needed them.”

“Not exactly how I would’ve told that story, but…” You drove your elbow hard into your brother’s side.

Needless to say, Nishinoya had your whole family charmed despite Atsumu’s continuous attempts at undermining his efforts.

Still, you felt the need to address this. He’s your baby brother, after all.

“Hey,” you greeted Atsumu later that evening, in the privacy of the small children’s bench by the old volleyball net in the backyard. “What’s botherin’ ya, buddy?”

He looked down at where he picked some dry skin from his arm, shrugging his shoulders. “Nothin’.”

You smiled. This was exactly what you expected. With an encouraging hum, you scooted closer and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Come ooon, tell your big sis.”

Atsumu sighed, taking a couple more seconds but eventually opening up. “It‘s just… no one here cares that I’m literally a professional volleyball player,” he said first, taking a quick break to confirm that you wouldn’t laugh at him.

“What makes ya think that?”

“It’s always Osamu and his successful restaurants, y/n and her great travels, and now…”

You hummed, glancing over at where you could see Osamu and Nishinoya talking animatedly inside, sharing a plate of leftovers from dinner. “You feel overlooked?”

With his little sniff, you knew you had struck the right chord. “Mhm.” You picked your head up, slinging an arm over his shoulder and shaking him a bit.

“I can’t really speak for the rest of the family, but you know me and your brother are your biggest fans, right?“

He didn’t answer, but you knew he was listening from his affirming nods.

“Sure, we already knew you would play professionally after high school. And yes, we already knew you would get an offer with the team you wanted because you’re just that good.”

You felt satisfied with the ego boost you had given him and ruffled his hair roughly.

“But you don’t need to punch down at my supercool boyfriend!”

Atsumu cursed at you in complaint, pushing you away way too lightly for it to make you move. You giggled loudly, a big fan of how like himself Atsumu still was.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “Think we could still get along?”

You snorted, pointing a thumb over your shoulder. “Oh, Yu? He thinks you’re the coolest, he got us all new merch for your next game.”

Atsumu’s eyes welled with tears, something nostalgic washing over him and urging him to crush you in a hug. “I’ll dedicate my best serve to him!”

You groaned in complaint but didn’t fight the squish. “Good to see ya back on track, ya big baby.”

“What’s he cryin’ for now?” Osamu yelled from the door, so you and Atsumu simultaneously flipped him off. “Fine, just know ma’ pulled out yer baby album for Noya!”

“Shit,” you cursed, getting up and gesturing for Atsumu to follow. “Come on, stop whining.”

“Yer so mean to me.”

“It’s good for ya.”

masterlist

requested by dearest @cottonlemonade for my event, anything for you <3

[gingerrgen]

reunited

Ellie x f!reader

📝: Ellie and you reunited in more than one way...after a long time of not seeing each other 🍷

tw: kisses. making out. smoking. reader and Ellie mid 20's. suggestive?

you lived in Seattle with your roommate Dina. Dina was outgoing and social, meanwhile you were introverted and more reserved, that doesn't mean you didn't have your own fun of course, but Dina always wanted to bring you with her to a party or a night out with the girls

one night you were chilling in your room, dim light and calm music on the background as you did your skincare when all of a sudden Dina barges into your room "come ooon! let's go to Jesse's party! you'll enjoy it!" "I don't know Dina...im not in the mood"

She looks at you with an annoyed expression but then her eyes lightened up "you know who's going to be there?" she says with a small grin on her face, you look at her a little confused "who?", her grin widens a little "Ellie. Ellie Williams", her words made your heart drop to your ass

"Ellie...?" Dina nods excitedly at your question, you analyzed the situation for a second when your eyes go back to Dina "so?", you open your mouth to speak but words didn't came out after a moment "sure, I'll go"

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you stand in the porch of the house, looking at the door thinking if it was a good idea to come, Dina was long gone by now, you were on your own as you step inside the house; loud music all over the place and there she was...Ellie

you saw her, she looked the same as you remembered her, that short brunette hair, those emerald green eyes and that stupid flannel shirt she always wore...she was beautiful. Your gaze meeting hers, you act nonchalantly as you walk toward her, your dress flowing through the air as you walk

"hi" you said looking down as if you were trying to avoid the awkward moment, Ellie just smiles at you, her warm and welcoming smile "how've you been?" you speak again, "good...it's got to see you", her words making you melt, "wanna go outside?", a smirk appearing on her face as she nods

outside you feel the cold breeze of the night brushing through your body, Ellie sits down in the step, so do you; you take small sips from your cup "so..."

"what do you wanna talk about?" she says as she takes out a box of cigarettes, you look at her "nothing in particular" "you mind if I smoke?" she asked and you shake your head allowing her to smoke, she looked so hot and the light of the moon added to her beauty

after a while of talking you said what you wanted to tell her the most

"I missed you, you know?" "You did, huh?", you look at her with a soft expression "didn't you?", she smiles at your question, she nods "I came to this stupid party just because Dina told me you were coming" "you came here just for me?", I laugh sheepishly "yeah..." "why me?", her question caught you off guard "last time we saw each other we...confessed our feelings, it marked me, you know?" "it know...you should've contacted me", her words making you a little sad now "I didn't knew if you really wanted me too, I don't know, stupid thoughts" "you're a dumbass, you know?" "maybe I am" you said laughing softly

"Wanna go to the room?" your question taking her by surprise, "Jesse's room?" you nod at her question, "lead the way"

the two of you went upstairs through the drunk people and loud music, as soon as you get to the room you close the door behind you, just Ellie and you in the room, alone. Your cheeks getting a little hot as the seconds passed by, you can see Ellie's a little nervous and excited too, feeling like a teenager

"I know you want it too" you say looking another direction from hers, "this is an unfinished business...from when you left" the sight of you in front of her made her knees fold, she starts walking towards you "is that all it is?" "you tell me..." you tell her looking at her predator eyes "you really want me, after all this years?" "of course Ellie..."

her hands around your waits pressing your bodies against each other as her lips touch yours in a deep desperate kiss, your kiss transforms into a make out session, your hands grabbing her face not wanting to let her go; she push you on the bed crawling on top of you pinning you down on the bed as she kisses down your neck

"I'm gonna show you how much I missed you"

that was a long night reuniting with an old "friend"

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a/n: guys I think I'm really bad at writing smut fr, I just can't make it as detailed as I want to 🥲. Also sorry if it's kind of a cliffhanger 🐞

[pearlywritings]

Of stained glass hair and flower hands

synopsis: just a small date of an architect husband and a painter wife.

prompt: 7, 25

requested by: @7urriya

pairing: Kaveh x fem!reader

tw: fluff, established relationship, reader is a painter

word count: 1k+ words in total

a/n: this was my last request for the last year's Token of appreciation writing event and I completely missed the fact I didn't publish it (I should really check my inbox more often to be reminded of stuff). I am so sorry for the wait, my lovely @/7urriya and I hope you'll still find it enjoyable even a year later.

What were the odds, huh? An architect married to a painter, an artistic duo brought together by the gods above. A mess of blueprints and canvas, ink and paint splotches, mugs of finished coffee piled up on the table and another glass of any beverage ruined by an accident brush toss is working wonderfully. A mess that exists among you freely and doesn’t ruin your couple's life and its equilibrium.

Yes, a passionate individual paired with another possessor of strong beliefs doesn’t seem like a good idea, assumed to end up in a big fight and a heartbreak. But, to the surprise of your mutual friends, everything worked out smoothly. Yes, you bicker, but are quick to remember how Alhaitham once called you an ‘old grumbling couple’ and it stuck to the point of ending all the rising arguments with laughter over imagining how grouchy and wrinkly you’ll become in 40 years and suggestion to go out and cool off. 

But you also love to go out just for the sake of going out. Sometimes it’s the case of seeking inspiration, other times it’s to get out of the four walls and revel in the beauty of the world around you.

Or, like today, it’s both.

Originally it was a planned picnic date - with finding free spaces in your schedules, going to the market the evening before, cooking the following morning and all that ‘planning’ stuff. And when you grabbed your portable painting kit with all the necessary tools at the last minute just as you were leaving the house, Kaveh wasn’t surprised and only smiled warmly.

Vissudha Field is a marvelous place; it has the most breath-taking view of the Sumeru City and should you only turn your head - the other magnificent areas of the Dendro region. The perfect spot for an artistic date.

Climbing to the highest of the grass-covered hill, Kaveh puts the basket down, which you quickly follow by lowering your own make-shift ‘bag’. Soon the opposite ends of a big patchwork blanket are in his and your hands and you shake it in the air a couple of times to slowly lower it in a straight manner. 

Your husband lets out a joyous laugh as you flop onto your back with arms spread wide and a grinning face exposed to the sunrays. You giggle, when he playfully boops your nose, and wrinkle it, blindly reaching up to try and locate him with your hands. But his slight dodging and your squeezed shut eyes do little to help.

“Come ooon, Kaveh, let me touch you,” you softly whine, not quitting your attempts to catch at least the fluttering ties of his today’s choice of shirt.

“I’m right here, love,” his voice sounds like he is leaning from the left and you redirect your grabby hands there, only to miss him again. “If you just opened your beautiful eyes for me.”

“But that’s no fun,” you huff, yet already bring an arm to shield your eyesight from the brightness of the sun. However, a shadow appears, casting itself upon you, and you dare to open one eye. There he is - standing above you, bent in his waist, with hands planted on his hips and hair cascading down, framing his face like the finest silk curtains. The most captivating part? Pink padparadscha eyes gazing at you with unspoken adoration.

You can’t stop the beaming smile that is spreading across your face.

“Well, well… you shouldn’t stay like that, a thousand steps away from me,” you reach your arms upwards again, tips of the fingers barely touching the apples of his cheeks. “Stay close to me, alright?”

Your husband immediately mirrors your smile and leans even closer so your palms properly cup his face. Slowly lowering his body, Kaveh eventually ends up kneeling above you, your lips inches away and noses almost touching chins. And then he angles his head and you eagerly let him press his mouth to yours.

When an hour later, having eaten and shared a lovely conversation, you fall into comfortable silence, Kaveh decides to lounge on his side with a hand supporting his head. Occasionally he steals glances at you immersed in your painting - canvas propped against your crossed feet, held firmly by the upper edge, and a brush securely yet effortlessly rested between your lovely fingers. Fingers of the no less lovely hands, already dirtied by the paint, but to the man next to you those are not imperfections, but the little unchangeable details that make you - you.

“Your hands are like flowers, blooming with all kinds of vibrant colors,” he suddenly says, breaking your focus and making you turn to him with a questioning look. A lock of hair escapes with the movement, gently falling on your face, shimmering like a temple's stained glass windows.

Oh, how he’d love to design and build a temple with an image of you in mind.

“Sun plays with your hair like it’s the colorful pieces of glass mosaic…” he goes on, completely enthralled with you, with unkempt hair and paint spots dry and cracked on your skin. You are beautiful. You are his wonder. You are his.

The tenderness with which he is looking at you makes your cheeks flare and eyes avert, now more interested in a ladybug walking across the blanket. And yet, the absolutely happy smile betrays your sheepish state.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” you chuckle, shaking your head and putting your tools aside, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

This time he is the one reaching his hands to you, sitting up to face you. Knees bumping, fingers intertwining and foreheads pressing together, the position is awkward, but at the same time oh so perfect.

“I don’t think there is a book with words grand enough to describe the very depth of my feelings for you,” he murmurs, thumb skimming over the paint-covered skin of your hand. “Only if I were to write them down.”

“Changing careers, huh?” You can’t help but tease, gazing into his eyes with mirth. He lifts an eyebrow.

“For you? I could.”

“No need. I already love my architect husband more than I could ever do the writer one.”

“How reassuring, coming from my painter wife.”

As you both erupt in a fit of almost teenage-sounding giggles, Kaveh can’t help but think that even if the odds were against him, he’d still choose you, no matter what others believed.

[elsaellaelys]

Reader is insecure about Kie cuz JJ used to like her but he's determined to show her he's obsessed with her. Like making her cum and squirt so many times until she knows how in love with her he is

Reassure

Summary: requested.

WARNINGS: 18+ content

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!gf!reader

a/n: It's being sooo long, right? Loved your request anon, gave me something to think about for sure. Any more requests? I'm baack.

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It was no secret JJ liked Kiara and she dumped him. Y/N was there when it happened, she stood beside him all the time, before and through it, always so sweet and caring, so patient even with JJ's reckless choices. Slowly he started to realize what was right in front of him, her pretty shine eyes and hair, the soft way her hands lie in his arms. One day he just kissed her, out of the blue, the thought felt so right in his head, more when he did it. Her soft lips felt so hot and heavenly against his. And she melted on his arms. Y/N remembered this now and wondered if JJ didn't committed a mistake out of confusion, cause he's being too attentive towards Kiara, helping her get into the boat, handing her beers, smiling so... Urgh! Her insecurity had her overthinking if he didn't stopped liking Kie, if he used her just to keep himself busy, if she was enough compared to Kie...

"Y/N? Babe? You're coming?" JJ's voice brought her back from her thoughts as he hold the Twinkie's back door waiting for her to come out.

"Yeah." She followed him to The Wreck, practically Kiara's restaurant, the pogues all sitted to eat like the old times and Y/N remembered of when she used to secretly worship JJ and he only had eyes to Kiara, she couldn't help, but look at him holping that he would catch it and praise her out of her mind. He was laughing with the Pogues though and she felt weak on the heart, she got up and mumbled about going to the bathroom. In that second JJ knew something was up, didn't waited a second before following her, entering the bathroom right behind her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She shrugged, wetting her face in the sink. He hugged her from her back, snugging his face on her neck.

"Come ooon, princess. Tell me, I'll make it better." JJ reasured her, peppering kisses on her skin, Y/N closed her eyes, sighing at the feeling of his lips. She trusted JJ's words more than everything.

He'll make it better...

"I just... Do you think I'm good for you?" She turned around to face him, paying close attention to his expressions, he looked confused, perplexed even.

"What? Of course you are. You're perfect. What type of question is that?"

She shrugged again, avoiding his gaze, hands playing with the collar of his shirt, too ashamed to admit being jealous of his ex, of their best friend. "Look at me, pretty thing." He smirked.

"You're so good. You're a good girl for me right?"

Y/N nodded, pleasing eyes up at him.

"Then sit on the sink." She furrowed her eyebrows, but his hands pulled her up by thighs.

"Wha-"

"Shh... You really want them to hear you? I bet you do, uhm?" He smirked, unbuttoning her jeans, easily sliding them down along with her panties. "Want them to know how fucking hot I think you are, how I'm so crazy for you I had to take you right here at the restaurant?"

Y/N was speechless, the way JJ was looking at her while spreading her legs and lowing his face to between them made her mouth dry.

"You wanna feel better?" He asked, kissing her inner thighs, she could only nod, opening her legs to give him more space. JJ grinned widely. "Good girl." He praised, straight liking her pussy.

She immediately opened her mouth in a silent moan, toes curling and finger gripping the edge of the sink and a handful of his hair, beautiful blonde hair, way too long, and she remembered of when he said he was going let it grown because she liked it longer. How could she even consider the idea that this guy wasn't fully in love with her? He sucked, licked and twirled his tongue, her head was tilting back and her body arched as she tried to keep her legs spread for him. JJ looked up to her, hands going up to massage her breasts over her shirt, he pulled away.

"Be a nice girl, princess." His fingers found their way to her aching cunt, two of them entering and teasing her sweet spot. "Cum for me, really good like only you know how to."

He forced his hand up and down in a rhythm that made Y/N bite her tongue, her lips shuting in a thin line to suppress her cries cause she was squirting and cumming all over her boyfriend's arm.

"That's it... fuuuck." He brush his cock against her thights through his jeans. When Y/N came down she was trembling, but JJ didn't seem to plan on stopping, his palm kept brushing on her clit and she couldn't take more.

"Please, please, wait-" She begged.

JJ chuckle and pouted mockinly "Wait? Wait what, princess?" He kissed her to keep her moans low when she cummed again, he feeling a wet spot on his boxers after moments of rubbing his tip. He groaned against her mouth, stopping his movements, both of them could burst in flames, the thrill of the rush growing too hot.

She laughed softly and he followed, realizing how teenage like all that felt.

"God... I love you so fucking much." He whispered against her mouth.

"I know." She said, feeling her words truly. "I love you too."

They left the bathroom not much later, leaving behind a discreet mess, sitting back with their friends, Pope squinted his eyes, a disgusted look on his face, but JJ brushed it off, handing Y/N a white milkshake, arm thrown over her shoulder as he kept his conversation normally. Y/N's lips wrapped around the straw with a shy smile, not admitting to herself how good it felt that all their friends knew what they did. JJ leaned to sweet talk in her ear.

"I'm taking you with me tonight. You have to do that again, princess, all over my face."

[bunnyinvanilla]

husband!john and bunny!reader in the kitchen making dinner together n reader forgets an ingredient needed for dessert but he says it’s ok bc he can always have reader for dessert or something ahhhh૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝<꒱ྀིა !!

god bless u n have a good day <3

GOD BLESS YOU TOO BBY thank u this is so sugar daddy!price after they finally get married, this kind of reqs is my favorite one sniff ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝> ̫<⸝⸝꒱ྀི১!!

strawberry tiramisu was the original plan, you’d bought everything you needed, or so you thought, it was your favorite dessert, light, pretty, sweet and absolutely pink, and what made making it even more special was john standing next to you, his broad shoulders and muscular figure almost too tall to fit under the kitchen hood. The sleeves of his buttoned up shirt were rolled up, revealing his thick, hairy and muscular arms flexing with every movement, bulging as he was cutting some greens (he’d never let his pretty soft girl hold a knife)

you hummed lightly as you gathered all the ingredients on the counter, throwing the tiniest strawberry of the package into your mouth, savoring the sugary taste, but as you put down a plate full of ladyfingers, you realized you’d forgotten an important ingredient — your chewing stopped, and your eyes softened, disappointedly “oh, noo come ooon…” “what’s wrong, doll?”

“I’ve forgotten about the mascarpone, we only have whipped cream at home, can’t make the tiramisu without that..” you mumbled, swallowing down the rest of that strawberry mouthful.

john, ever the calm presence, glanced over from where he was chopping vegetables. He let out a low, deep chuckle, amused by your cuteness upon seeing your soft, upset frown. He placed the knife carefully down, making sure it laid away from you, and wiped his hands on the dishtowel.

he placed his hands on both sides of your waist, picking you up with a swift push. Sitting you on top of the counter, he slipped between your legs and looked down at you with a look of both tenderness and hunger, teasingly. “‘s fine, princess, guess i’ll have you for dessert, mmh? the sweetest thing I can have,”

you blushed at his rough, husky tone, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks — his hands gently caressed the curves of your hips, but you pouted, the taste of strawberry still lingering on your lips and making you long for that forgotten key ingredient, “im serious, daddy, I wanted to make you strawberry tiramisu,”

“and I’m even more serious, bunny,” he leaned over, his voice lowering even more, and his arms stretched on both sides of your waist, gripping the edge of the counter you sat on, “have my sugary treat right here, don’t I, doll? ‘s just hard to wait after dinner, knowing how good you taste, angel”

[potatoplace]

Dazed ... And Confused

Dazed | C1 | C2 ... And Confused | C3

Dark!BatBoys + Feyre x Reader

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Summary: You're confused, angry, then confused again. Oh, and sore. Very, very sore.

Warnings: dub-con as fuck, smut, mind manipulation, forced mating bond acceptance (lemme know if I missed somethin)

Words: idk on my phone again lol

Author's Notes: I hope you guys like this ooone I'll come back and edit it some after work but I neeeded to get this out to you guyssss I worked on it at midnight last night and then from 6:30 to now 😂 lemme know what you think!

18+ only pls

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Soft light poured through the trees above you, orange, red and gold leaves adorning them. A few fluttered to the ground, one of them tickling your nose before falling to the earth and eliciting a soft laugh from you.

Your hands were interlaced with two others, and sneaky glances out of the corners of your eyes revealed them.

Your... What were they again?

You scrunched your forehead in confusion, your left hand receiving a gentle squeeze a moment later.

"Are you alright, little flame?" You turned your head to look at him, eyes meeting warm amber, red hair covering the earth beneath him.

"Of course," you said lightly, pushing away the sinking feeling that something was wrong.

"You want to get married, don't you?" The female next to you sighed, tugging on your hand lightly. Her skin was glowing brightly, tiny flames burning at the ends of her hair. "I always knew this day would come, but I don't want you to. I'll miss my baby girl so much," she cooed, brushing a hand filled with tiny, swirling flames over your cheek, the heat tickling your skin. "You should stay at the cottage with me forever."

"I won't go anywhere, mama, I promise," you reassured her. "Besides, who would I marry?" you giggled, trying to think of any males that you knew-

"Breakfast time!" a voice yelled, pulling you from your dream. "Mother, how are you still asleep, Y/N?" The tall one- Cassian- said, the mattress beneath you shifting, and you felt a weight hovering over you. "Does your head still hurt?" he whispered, letting a thumb brush over your temple.

There was still a dull ache behind your eyes, but you felt... better? Still foggy, though, like you were wading through mud in your mind.

"Not too much," you whispered softly, a happy thrill tugging against your heart-

Leading you straight to him.

Three other golden strings were tied to your heart, each of them pulsing gently in time with your heartbeat.

Your mates.

"Good, good. Let's get you to the kitchen, baby girl," Cassian said, pulling himself off of you, a chill running up your spine with the absence of his warmth. He stood and scooped you out of the bed, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. His long legs carried the two of you swiftly to the door, and you pinched his arm gently.

"I'd like to wear something," you said when he stopped to look down at you, hazel eyes worried for a moment before softening.

"Of course, baby. I know just the thing," Cassian said when he set you on your feet carefully. He went into the closet, coming back a moment later with a giddy smile on his face. He held up a large maroon t-shirt, sliding it over your arms and letting it fall over your body, the hem resting an inch above your knees. "You look even more perfect," he sighed happily before lifting you into his arms again.

The hallways all blurred together, each turn only making you more confused-

If you lived here, shouldn't you... remember your home?

Unease gnawed at your stomach, setting you on edge as Cassian brought you into the kitchen, your other mates busy setting the table for breakfast.

"Good morning, Y/N!" Feyre squealed, dropping the cutlery she was holding to the table before beelining towards you, prying you from Cassian's arms so you were standing. Her arms encircled you tightly, your mate scenting your neck deeply before pulling away. "Are you hungry, love? We made your favorite- pancakes!"

Your brow furrowed. Pancakes weren't your favorite, muffins were-

Suddenly you remembered trying Azriel's pancakes for the first time, declaring that they were your favorite breakfast food from now on through a mouthful of them. The memory sent a sharp pain to the base of your skull, your slight wince of pain noticed by all four of your mates.

"Is your head hurting you, darling?" Rhys asked knowingly, as if you'd already confirmed it. You felt a distinct pressure in your head for a moment, your confusion at the sensation disappearing a moment later. "Sit and eat, it will make you feel better."

Four pairs of hands fussed over you, pushing your chair in carefully. Your plate was piled high with pancakes and fruit, plenty of blueberry syrup poured over the fluffy stack.

Cassian had gleefully stolen your silverware, cutting each bite and feeding it to you, taking bites of his own while you were chewing.

Rhys, Feyre and Azriel were discussing something to do with the Hewn City- where that was, you had no clue.

In fact... you had no clue where you were.

You were halfway through your plate when the memory hit you again-

Your nose was plugged by two strong fingers, your chin held in place by a large hand.

"Open up, and you can breathe again," Feyre said, waving a forkful of pancakes in front of you. "Come on, for your mate? Please?" You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to convey that you would never eat something from any of them-

But you ran out of air before the message was understood, and the moment you opened your mouth to take a breath, the food was shoved into your mouth. A hand clamped over your mouth, and paired with the fingers still pinching your nose, you had no choice but to chew.

Tying you to them forever.

You stood up abruptly, only managing to turn to the doorway you'd come through before you were restrained, hands pinned behind your back and a large, tanned hand holding you against Cassian's stomach.

"Oh, no, little love," Feyre said darkly. "You're not going anywhere. You're our mate, remember?"

You shook your head, wiggling in the Illyrian's hold. "I didn't choose to accept the bond! You forced me to!" You insisted, fighting hard against the iron grip keeping you still.

"Because you don't know what you want, darling," Rhys stated simply. "But we know exactly what you want."

"What I want is to go home!"

"And where is that?" The question came from Azriel, who had been silent until now. His hazel eyes were dark as they roved over your body before locking with yours. "The only place you belong is here."

You shook your head, trying to remember what your home looked like but-

There was nothing.

You couldn't remember where you'd grown up, what hobbies you enjoyed, childhood friends, even your parents- all of it sat on the edge of your mind, slipping through your fingers when you tried to reach for it.

Cool fingers met your cheeks, bringing your attention back to the four people keeping you captive.

"How about we let Cassian show you just how much you belong here, hm?" Feyre asked, blue-grey eyes staring at you intently. You weren't sure what she meant, but you were certain you didn't want to. Without wasting a second you were pulled through the fabric of the world for a moment, the three of you landing in the bedroom you'd woken up in.

Panic started growing in your chest, your breathing quickening-

It was snuffed out, leaving you sitting on Cassian's lap, one hand moving up from your waist to knead your breast, the other snaking down between your legs, lifting the fabric of your borrowed shirt-

You glared at Feyre, not entirely sure why you were so upset, but the playful smile on her lips had some of it melting away.

"See, little love? You belong with us," she said softly, a hand cupping your cheek so, so gently. "Don't you agree?"

Cassian's fingers dipped between your folds, a groan vibrating against your neck. "Sweet girl, so wet for your mates," he murmured against your skin, gently biting down before laving at the hurt.

"If you play around with her too long, Cassian, maybe Azriel or I should show her who she belongs to," Rhys said. Your eyes fluttered open, you hadn't even realized they'd fallen shut, and now you had three witnesses as Cassian growled, pulling you tighter to his chest.

"Don't even dare," he hissed. "What do you think, baby? Can you take me without preparation?" Your brow furrowed in confusion, but it was short lived as Cassian stood, turned around and deposited you on the bed, his pants shoved from his hips.

Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, the head of it red and leaking precum, and entirely too large for you to take.

"Oh, don't doubt yourself like that darling," Rhys smirked. "You've taken Cassian countless times, you'll be fine."

"Maybe a bit sore," Azriel chuckled.

Two thick fingers pushed into you, stretching you quickly as your eyes watched Cassian, his own darkened with desire. A satisfied grin slipped over his lips at the squelching noise they made, heat covering your cheeks. You tried lifting your hands to cover your face, only for them to be pinned to the bed gently, Feyre and Rhys smirking on either side of you.

"This is your punishment for thinking you don't belong here, with your mates darling," Rhys cooed, brushing his free hand against your cheeks. "There will be no hiding your pleasure from the four of us today."

You pouted at him, only for Cassian to curl his fingers just so, a pleasured sigh leaving your lips instead. He chuckled before pulling them out, using the slick on them to coat his cock. Just the sight of him running his hand over it had butterflies fluttering in your stomach, knowing he'd be inside of you in just a moment-

But you had been angry, right...? What had you been angry-

Cassian pushed into you slowly, the stretch of the first inch burning, and you tried to back away, tried to get some space-

"Ah, ah," Cassian said, pinning your hips with his hands. "No running away from us, sweet mate." Inch by inch, he forged his way inside of you, the stretch leaving you with no room to breathe by the time he'd seated himself fully inside of you.

You were gasping, your hands curled into the sheets as you tried to breathe, tried to adjust to the size of him stretching you so completely, but there was no getting used to it, especially once he started moving.

The hard and fast pace he set had you gasping with each thrust, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix every few times, pain melding with pleasure. Two fingers slipped over your clit in time with Cassian's movements, building you up higher, higher higher-

You came with a cry, walls quivering around Cassian as you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed at the pleasure still being thrust into you. Cassian groaned, falling forward to lave at your neck as he emptied himself inside of you.

You felt stretched beyond belief, tenderness already blossoming when his cock twitched inside of you, a whimper leaving your lips.

"Cass, get off of her, she's learned her lesson. Right, darling?" Rhys said expectantly.

You weren't sure what they were talking about, but you nodded your head anyways. Anything to lessen the pressure inside of you-

Cassian pulled out reluctantly, pressing a kiss to your lips before getting up completely. "I'll go grab a cloth, alright love?"

You didn't care what he did as you rolled onto your right side, curling into a ball and wincing at how sore you felt already, the small about of preparation he'd done doing little to stop the pain blooming inside of you.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic little love," Feyre giggled. "You love the feeling of being sore after sex, remember?"

Memory after memory hit you of you reveling in the feeling left behind by your mates, curling into Feyre's side as she held you gently while the boys cleaned you up.

Oh. You supposed you did enjoy it, then.

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad @icey--stars @le-nottibianche @archerxnn @littlest-w01f

[ninuwrites]

the show|LH+WW

summary: wade just can’t leave you alone with one request so you come up with an idea

warnings: smut, voyeurism, p in v, m and f masturbation

a/n: i had this idea for a really long time and finally i did it!!! hope you enjoy, english is not my first language btw so sorry for any mistakes!! love you all💋

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logan would do anything for you.

he won’t show it much, but you both know you have him wrapped around your finger.

there were only few things he wouldn’t allow.

one of them being that he’s the only one that could touch you.

he can’t stand seeing guys even looking your way. every time he just wants to claw their eyes out.

so when wade was asking AGAIN to join your bedroom activities, logans first reaction was to beat him up and stab his face over and over again.

let’s say you weren’t really against of wade joining you, you just loved logan too much and you knew all about his possessive situation.

that’s when you came up with idea where both of the men would end up somehow happy.

“he can watch us.” you blurted out when wade wouldn’t stop talking about logans “fuckingly beautiful hawaian rolls” and how he compered you to a greek goddess.

both men were just blankly starting at you. to be honest they did not expect you to respond like that, but you wanted to satisfy both of them. (and for wade to shut up)

wade just smirked and starting babbling something about that he’ll make you fall for him and you should stop pretending and be with him (he always knew how to get on logans nerves).

logan just looked at you, looking a bit shocked and pissed at the same time. you smiled at him, “it won’t be that bad baby, will just give him a show.” you said and kissed his temple.

“come ooon kitty cat, what scared i’ll steal your girl?” wade grinned and oh boy how hard it was for logan to not stab his fucking face all over again.

but how could he say no to a woman like you?

so that’s how you found yourself on your back with a skirt and a bra ( cause logan would not let wade see all of you) with logan between you legs and his tongue lapping at your slopping hole.

“oh she sounds like a heaven.” wade moaned out, spreading his legs and touching his dick through his jeans.

“eyes on me sweetheart.” logan growled, his hands gripping your hips harder than before, making you look back between your legs, his grip definitely leaving some marks.

one of his hands carefully came up your cunt while one of his fingers slowly entered your heat. after few pumps he immediately joined another finger.

you jolted from the sudden movement and pulled his hair , getting a moan from the man which got him feasting on you more aggressively.

“wolvie come on make the girl finish.” wade spoke up.

as logan was about to scream at him to shut his fucking mouth but you managed to take his face into your hands and whispered “don’t let him get you” and “you make me feel so good”

logan gave you a kiss and continued to suck on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you adding a third one.

“lo- yes please i’m so close.” you moaned out and looked at the place wade was sitting.

his jeans were unbuttoned, shirt was off and his hand was carefully stroking his rock hard cock in the same rhythm as logan was getting you off. you looked into his eyes and moaned again.

“go on honey, let go f’ me will ya?” logan said with his movements speeding up, his thick fingers hitting the sweetest spot in your hot needing cunt.

in the same time, wades hand and breath was speeding up as your moans got louder and the feeling in your tummy got bigger.

“oh yes lo i’m c- i’m cumming!” you screamed, your eyes never leaving wade.

wade threw his head back and spilled all over his jeans and stomach.

“enjoying the show wade?” you asked still out of breath and logan licking you cunt clean.

“you’re unreal sweetie pie.” his legs twitched.

“oh that was just foreplay, here comes the best part.” you smirked and pulled logan by his shirt to face you.

between kisses, you pulled his shirt down and made him sit on the bed so you were on top of him.

you trailed wet kisses down his neck, to his chest and down to his lower tummy. logan meanwhile played with the meat of your ass and tights.

you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out and hitting his stomach.

“you’re so beautiful lo, always make me feel so good.” you said your eyes never leaving gis as you gave his res tip kitten licks and small kisses.

logan growled and took your hair into is hands , urging you down to his cock.

“don’t tease baby.” he breathed out and you finally relaxed your jaw and took his girth inside your mouth.

“so good to me honey, love your mouth so much.” he growled and pulled your head closer, your nose almost touching his happy trail.

“you can do it baby, so pretty.” he was looking down at you, your eyes were glossy, mouth full and red lips. he could cum just by looking at you.

as he feels your nose touching his abdomen he was a goner. his legs tensed and the grip on your hair tightened.

“okay off, wanna- wanna cum in you.” he patted your head. you gave his shaft one last lick and a kiss on the tip.

“oh man, honey badger you’re one lucky motherfucker.” wade stated.

you looked at him and smirked, sending him a air-kiss. logan just grabbed your face and kissed you, “ride me sweetheart, want to feel you so bad.” logan winced.

oh how you loved seeing logan like this so needy even if he doesn’t show it. the man is down bad for you.

you kissed his jaw, his hand gripped your hips as he helped you sink down his veiny and thick girth.

“so- so big lo- fill me so good- can feel you so deep.” you mumbled out, not sure your words had some sense.

after a few moments you started moving your hips slowly, occasionally grinding on logans thick cock.

“yes baby so tight, sucking me in like a little slut.” logan said making you moan, you loved when he talked to you while his dick was buried inside you.

“my girl, my pretty pretty girl.” logan whispered his hips slamming back to yours.

you looked to the side, checking on wade that was absolutely astonished by you. his eyes couldn’t leave yours, you tried saying something but you felt too good to even form a sentence.

you tried to speed up you movements, but your legs were wearing out which logan took advantage of and slammed you on your back.

his lips never left yours as he reentered you again. your eyes rolled back and your nails dug into his back which made logan moaned.

“squeezing me like a vice bub, let go for me love. give it to me baby.” he urged, his hips slamming into yours, “look at me when you cum.” he growled.

out of nowhere, your orgasm washed over you, your legs trembling, digging the heels of your legs into logan and moaning out logans name.

you looked so beautiful that it was hard for logan to keep it together. he fucked you over your orgasm ti near overstimulation.

“almost there baby.” he spoke up, reminding that he won’t hold for long.

“yeah want my cum sweetheart? gonna fill you up so good baby, fuck a baby into you.” he groaned, his hips stuttering as he shot his load into your overstimulated cunt.

logan fell on top of you, holding up by his hands. as you both calmed down, you kissed, slow and loving after sex make out. (as always)

“oh god, it should be illegal for you to be together. like fuck it’s not fair that both of you are so hot..” wade started speaking again.

you looked over to face logan again,

“at least now we know how to shut him up.”

[agepl0yer]

tell me im in trouble - soldier boy

warnings - dom!ben, brat!reader, brat tamer!ben, gentle but rough ben, consensual slaps, daddy kink, perv!ben, panties sniffing, insecure!reader

words - 635

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you’re so pretty when you take control.

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you twirl on the balls of your feet, ben’s eyes following your every step.

“ben? please? im so sorry, I won’t be a brat! coomeee on!”

ben smirks as he runs his hand through your hair

“we both know that’s a lie, you’re a full on brat.”

you stomp on your feet as you huff

“ben! come ooon!”

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“be good for me yeah?”

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“you’re teasing me now stop!”

ben smiles as he gently traces your jaw, kissing your cheek as he then leaves trails of kisses on your jaw.

“you’re such an ass ben!”

“shhh, be good, be good for me and good things will happen.”

you pushed at ben’s chest, full of lust and neediness.

“ben, come on! i want to f-“

all of sudden, ben picked you up, hand on your ass, you over his shoulder

“you’re in trouble.”

you giggle in excitement.

ben places you on the bed roughly as you giggle.

“do your worst daddy, break me like a curse.”

ben smirks as he throws you over his knee

“you wanna talk to me like that huh, count for me.”

a rough slap lands on your bottom by bens large hand, you whine in pleasure, ben smirks.

you count.

(a couple slaps later, you’re still a bit bratty and giggly.)

“so good for me, aren’t you?”

you cross your wrists together as you smirk up at ben

ben ties your wrists together, making it tight with the ribbons he took from your hair.

“you’re safe with me.”

ben places his large hands on either side of your hips as he gently pulls forward, a groan escapes him as you whine.

“mm, you playing this game ben? you heard me earlier didn’t you? break me.”

“you’re digging your own grave you little devil.”

ben slowly speeds up, teasing you as you huff and whine

“bennnn!”

then he slams into you.

mumbles come out of you, making a mess.

“such trouble aren’t you, beautiful?”

you claw at the back of ben as he groans

“harder ben!”

“alright, you little brat.”

your legs bend as ben slams harder and deeper

you cry out.

ben kisses over your face as he smiles.

“so so so pretty, aren’t you? so gorgeous for me, all pretty faced.”

you giggle shyly even while naked infront of him.

ben scoops you up as you squeal, he kisses the side of your head.

“you’re safe with me, just don’t be no trouble for me.”

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a couple weeks later, your favourite pair of black panties were missing, the one you had one last time you had fun with ben.

“ben? where are you, i can’t find my panties.”

no answer

‘he must be out with butcher and poor hughie’ you thought.

until there was a particular groan that came from Ben’s room.

“ben?” you push the door open, and there he was.

your face went beet red, embarrassed and a bit insecure.

ben was stuffing his face with your panties, his nose shoved into the middle of your panties, soaked in with the smell of you.

“um, ben, what are you doing?”

ben smirks, he licks his lips.

“you always walk around with this smell? god help me.”

“I don’t smell that good ben, yuck stop.”

bens smirk faltered a little bit, he narrowed his eyes.

“you don’t believe me? your boyfriend, the one who worships the ground for you?”

“i mean, my ex-“

“don’t worry about those guys, bunch of weak men, i love the way you taste, smell, look, everything. you’re my god.”

you cover your face in a bit of shy moment

“oh my gosh ben.”

ben practically falls to his knees as he smirks up at you.

“want me to show you?”

you glance down at him, face full of embarrassment and a bit turned on.

“bennn.”

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[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Hii! First off, I LOVE your writing.

Secondly, what if during a movie night w/the demon brothers, (bc I am convinced they have them...) they (unknowingly) pick a movie that stars MC. What would each of their reactions be? Could you also do one with the undateables too?

Thx for reading! <3

Heyyyy I wrote your request as a group story because it's thought it's easier than writing for each brother individually. As for the other guys there will be a part two coming soon. Enjoy!

Summary: The brothers and MC are having a movie night and they find out that MC is one of the actors in it.

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The brothers' reactions to MC being an actor in a movie

It was a peaceful night in the Devildom. There weren't many hardships during the day and all the brothers were pretty energetic. The eldest wasn't preoccupied with too much work so he was planning on spending the night with a glass of demonus and the sound of record playing in the background while relaxing on the comfortable sofa in his study. All of a sudden though MC along with the rest of the brothers burst through the door of the study just as he was choosing the perfect record for the night. Lucifer shot them a look of tiredness and question before crossing his arms at his chest.

Mammon: Yo, Lucifer! Ya in mood for a movie night? We haven't had those in a while. Whatcha say?

Asmo: Yep <3. I just looove watching a movie while cuddling with someone. Can I pleaseeee cuddle you, Lucifer?

Satan: Guys why don't we just watch it ourselves? Why do we need Lucifer there?

Beel while nibbling on some food: Because... Num.. num num.. we're.. num.. num.. a family, Satan.

Satan rolled his eyes and leaned on the wall behind him.

Satan: Whatever.

Lucifer: Hm.. a movie night you say? We certainly haven't had those in a while... But...

Upon hearing the word "But" MC looked up at the eldest with the most pleading puppy eyes they could manage.

MC: Come ooon, Lucifeeerrr. Pleaseee?

Asmo along with MC: Please~?

Lucifer sighing: Fine, I'll come. But Asmo, my cuddles are reserved for MC. So I'd appreciate it if you keep your distance.

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Everyone are sitting in the living room, in front of the TV. Satan is passing through the list of movies the brothers have stored in "to watch"

Satan: How about this one? It's a murder documentary.

Asmo shot Satan with an "are you serious?" look before tilting his head to the side and putting a hand over his eyes dramatically.

Asmo: Are you insane, Satan? Please get this out of my sight!! The image of.. blood alone gives me the chills...

Levi: As far as I know you are the only one in the house that enjoys watching this type of thing, Satan.

Satan: That's not true! MC watches them with me all the time.

Belphie: Do they enjoy it though? Or are they doing it out of politeness?

Lucifer: Or perhaps they pity him for watching the documentaries alone so they decide to tag along.

Satan: Lucifer, shut up. I'm not pitiful unlike a certain someone with their classical music obsession.

Lucifer's eyes darken and his gaze pierced through the back of Satan's head.

Lucifer: Satan.

MC gently pokes Lucifer's bicep, signaling him to calm down.

MC: Guys, let's not fight. It's a family movie night!

Beel: Yeah. MC is right.

Mammon pointing at the screen: How 'bout that one? It's some kind of fantasy and horror mix or somethin'. Sounds great to me!

Satan: Yeah. That's not a bad choice either. Should we watch this?

Levi: Yeah. Looks good.

Mammon: Yo Asmo! Ya ain't squeamish about this as well are ya?

Asmo: Well this one doesn't look as bad as the murder documentary. Let's give it a go.

Satan clicks the play button and sits back on the couch. Though what he doesn't expect is to feel someone snuggling against him. He looks down and his eyes widen upon seeing Asmo getting comfortable on his older brother's chest.

Satan: Asmodeus! I never allowed you to snuggle against me!

Asmo: Awwhh come ooonn, Saaataaannn!! What's a movie night without cuddles???

Despite Asmo's winning Satan pushed him away and looked back at the screen.

Asmo: Ugh, Satan! You're so bad! MC, sweetheart, be a doll and come cuddle with me.

Mammon: Don't even think about it, Asmo! MC is sitting with ME right now. It's not your turn yet!

Everybody continue talking until one specific scene gets on the screen and silences the brothers.They are left in a mix of shock and confusion which was clearly visible on their faces.

Mammon: Wait.. That can't be..

Belphie: But it does look like them..

Levi: Could it perhaps be them..?

MC furrows their brows and looks at the brothers with a questioning look.

MC: Guys, what's up? You went silent all of a sudden... Is something the matter..?

All of the brothers take a look at MC before looking back at the screen.

Lucifer: MC, is that... You?

MC looks at the TV and smiles upon seeing themselves on the screen.

MC: Oh yeah! I'm one of the actors in the movie! I completely forgot. Cool isn't it?

Mammon: Wait WHAT?

Satan: MC, you are one of the.. actors? You're starting in this movie?

MC: Yeah?

Levi: What do you mean "Yeah?" This is a serious matter!

Asmo: MC dear, you never told us that you're an actor...

MC: Is it that important that you have to know?

Belphie: Yeah!

Beel: Yes, MC

MC: ...?

Lucifer sighs and punches the bridge of his nose before speaking.

Lucifer: MC, they're just overreacting. This is a matter to be proud of. I've personally heard many good things about this movie.

Mammon: Overreactin'?! Whatcha mean?!?! We ain't overreactin'!!!

Asmo: Yeah this seems pretty important to me! Like I'm sooo into it!! MC, dear, tell me more! Tell me what make up they use, how did they style your hair because it looks fabulous!

Satan: Yes, MC how does it feel to perform on stage in front of a camera?

Levi: Is it hard? Do you get stage fright or camera fright or something? I would honestly prefer to die rather than perform on stage! How do you do it?

MC: Well..

Belphie: Do they let you take naps in between shootings? If it were me I would fall asleep on stage if they didn't let me nap..

Beel: Do they give nice food? Is it free by any chance? How did it taste like.. Mmm my stomach is already growling...

Mammon: How much did they pay ya?! It better be a nice, big amount B'cuz it would be insultin' to not pay ya enough?

MC: Well, first of all..

Lucifer sighing: MC, you don't have to answer all of their stupid questions if you don't feel like it..

MC: No it's fine...

And so MC proceeds to explain everything to the brothers, answering each question they shoot their way with a wide smile on their face. The brothers seem in awe that MC was staring in the said movie. Some of them were proud and others were simply shocked and extremely interested.

After the bunch of questions from the seven brothers the family finally manages to watch the movie. At times someone would point out MC's acting skills or a scene that looked cool.

Sometimes the brothers would brag about MC and their acting potion in said movie since it was well known. And when they had movie nights they'd sometimes watch other movies MC starred in.