#I love the metal details on the breast

[markthexenaaddicted]

Xena in her Warrior Bride dress. Episode 6.20 "Soul Possession".

[sluts4matt]

SQUEEZE

pairing: rough!dom matt x latina!reader

summary: not only had you been teasing him all day while he was trying to work, when he finally did give you attention all you gave him back was attitude and sass and matt was having none of it.

warnings: SMUT, shits fucking ROUGH, making out, degradation, orgasm denial, slight bondage, dumbification, overstimulation, pet names, fingering, oral (male receiving), light smacking, p in v, choking, spanking

word count: 2162

author's note: this is based off of squeeze by ghostmane because the songs just so 🥰.

matt had been working all day, leaving you bored and alone. you'd tried your best to keep your mind occupied, but your favorite tv shows didn't entertain you for as long as they normally did and nothing seemed to be interesting enough for you to do for the rest of the day.

with a sigh you looked next to you, staring at the mirror on the bathroom door on the side of matt's bed. an idea popped into your head, your lips turning into a mischeveous grin.

you planted your feet on the hard wood ground, making your way to the drawer you had that occupied the boys dresser. you grabbed the blue set out of it, going into his bathroom to change into it.

you put the bra on, looking at yourself in the mirror. the laced cups fit you well, pushing your breast up nicely and showing them off perfectly.

the bottoms were a little different. the front had lace flowers sewn onto the fabric, the upper part having a little bow. while the back was a simple blue string. you looked at your figure, your hips and ass looking good in the set.

you left the bathroom, positioning yourself on matt's bed before aiming your phone at the mirror. you snapped a picture, your eyes running over it as you analyzed every detail of it. with a satisfied hum, you sent it to the boy.

to flipped the view on the camera to selfie mode, raising your phone up to angle it down at your breast. the lace on the top made them look so much better, the bra holding them nicely. you took a picture, sending it to him.

you let out a small giggle when you see him open the first picture, a smile planted on your lips as the three dots appear. 'not funny my love, i'm with nick and chris,' you gave a small pout, even though he couldn't see.

'i'm bored' you replied, putting your phone down on his bedside table. you let out a huff, getting off the bed to go back into the bathroom.

"this is boring." you mumbled, stripping out of the lingerie and throwing it on the counter. you pulled the previous sweater you were wearing back on. the green fabric hanging off your body loosely, looking more like a dress then a sweater.

the black dinosars stood out nicely, and you smiled at the item on your body. it wasn't yours, well not technically. but as matt said, what is his is yours.

a few hours had passed and you were laying under the brown silk covers of matt's bed. your eyes were closed as the sounds of the tv filled the room. the door clicked, creaking open as matt peaked his head in.

"miss me?" he asks, shutting the door behind him. you don't respond, upset about the fact that you had been at his house, alone, all day. matt rolled his eyes, "i asked you a question love," he said, kneeling on the bed beside you.

"nope," you say, popping the 'p'. you sit up, turning your body to plant your feet against the ground. you stand up to begin walking out when your shoved against the wall with a soft hand around your neck.

the cold metal of his rings making you gasp, "you done?" a small whine threatens to leave your mouth, but you hold it back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "being a brat earlier and then giving me attitude just now calls for punishment," matt says, his voice low and deep.

his hands make quick work of tying your wrist together, one of your nearby black scarfs being wrapped around them. "on the bed," he commands, and you follow.

the sheets were warm from you being on them, the soft fabric rubbing against the bare skin on your legs. you were pulled closer to the edge of the bed, matt's fingers slipping in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down.

without warning he landed a smack to your ass, a gasp leaving your mouth as your body jolted forward. he brought his hand back up to land another blow to your other cheek. he didn't give you a break, his hands continuously smacking the plump flesh.

tears threatened to fall as your mouth fell agape, the pain and pleasure mixing together. his hand left the sore skin, the red marks visible even on your tan complexion.

his hand landed a few more rough smacks before roughly kneading he flesh in his hand, making you wince from the skin being pinched by his rings.

you heard him let out a low growl before his fingers trailed between your folds, your wetness evident. "you like that baby?" he asks, his voice mocking. "you like me hurting you? you're so fucking pathetic," he spat, his words only making you soak his fingers more.

you whimper, nodding your head the best you could. his other hand reached up to grab your hair, tugging your head back, making your back go against his chest, as he shoved two of his fingers inside you.

your mouth fell agape, the stretch stinging, yet the pleasure overtaking it. his fingers fucked you, curling and hitting the right spot each time. the coil in your stomach was about to burst, and you knew if you were to cum without his permission, you'd be in deep shit.

"fuck, matt," you breathe, earning a low chuckle, "already?" he mocks, scissoring his fingers inside you, "you're so easy for me, aren't you baby? just my little plaything," he growls into your ear, his lips trailing down your shoulder, sucking the skin between his teeth.

"mhm, fuck," you whine, "just you," you breathe. a smile grows on his face as his hand pulls out of you, making your legs shake as he does. he grabs your hips, pulling you up. he turns your around, his hand going to your head as he pushes you back down, your knees hitting the floor.

your eyes widen, feeling the bulge in his pants against your cheek. his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, "you know what to do," he says, his free hand pushing the grey fabric of his sweats down his legs.

his hard cock springs up, the tip a deep red as a small drop of pre-cum drips down. your lips wrap around his head, taking the length down your throat. he lets out a low groan, his head falling back as you bob your head.

his hand on your head pushes you down further, "come on baby, know you can take more," he breathes, your throat constricting as you take more. a low groan leaves his lips, "just like that," he says, the sound of his praise sending waves to your core.

his hips thrust on their own accord, pushing in and out of your mouth as his hand continues its movements on your head. his cock hits the back of your throat, making your eyes tear up. you try to pull away, but his hand holds you down, making you take him all.

his breathing quickens, the grip on your hair tightening, "so good, so fucking good," he growls, you hum around him, making him let out a whimper. his eyes squeeze shut; his jaw clenched. his body tenses, a low moan leaving his mouth as his load spills down your throat.

he lets out a shaky breath, his hand untangling from your hair. "so good," he breathed, tugging you up. his hand comes across your cheek, unexpectedly, but softly. his hand grabs your jaw, squeezing it. "i'm gonna ruin you princess," he growled.

he tugged his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. he swiftly untied the scarf around your wrist, pushing you back against the bed. your back hit the sheets, the air leaving your lungs. he hovered over you, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

his teeth bit down on the skin harshly, piercing the flesh with his teeth. "you bored now? hmm?" he asked, his hot breath against your neck, his teeth never leaving the skin. he sucked the skin between his lips, biting down harder.

you whimper, a sharp sting traveling throughout your body, "no," you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "fuck," you whisper, a smile growing on matt's face as he pulled away.

he admired his work, the dark marks splayed out against your neck and collarbone area. his hand pushes his sweater up your torso, his lips connecting with the soft skin as he kissed his way up to one of his favorite spots of your body.

your boobs. his tongue parted his lips, trailing up the skin before capturing your right bud in between his teeth making you let out a squeal. your back arched, the pleasure of his warm mouth surrounding your nipple making you squirm.

your hands flew to his head, tangling themselves in his hair. he detatched his mouth, a tsking noise leaving his lips as he shoved your hands over your had. "no touching, brats don't get to touch," he spat, his mouth latching onto your left bud.

you whimper, "please," you beg, a low chuckle leaving his lips. "please what? you tryna apologize for being such a bitch earlier? you think a little 'please' is gonna get me to forgive you?" he spat, his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud.

he pulled away, sitting up and shoving your legs apart. his hands hooked themselves under your thighs, his nails digging into the skin. he pulled you closer to him, lining his cock with your entrance.

he pushed in, a loud gasp leaving your lips. "you're always so tight," he groaned, his hips rolling. his length pushed into you, filling you up and hitting the right spots. "fuck, matt," you whine, squeezing your fists shut, surely leaving crescent marks with your nails.

he lets out a low chuckle, a sadistic smile on his face, "what's wrong princess? you close already?" he cooed, his hips snapping into yours. your eyes roll back, your mouth hanging open as he moves his hips at an animalistic pace.

the squelching noise of your cunt and skin on skin could be heard through the room. "shit, baby," he growled, his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs, the stinging sensation making tears build up in your eyes.

his hips were relentless, pounding into you with a brutal force. one of his hands went to the headboard for stability, his other one going to the bend of your knee, pushing it forward.

his cock pushed in deeper, hitting all the right spots. "fuck, fuck," you moaned, the coil in your stomach about to burst, "matt please," you begged, his hand flying down to grip your throat, his rings pushing against the skin.

"no," he grunted, the tears falling down your cheeks, "please," you repeated, a small whine following after.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asks, his voice low and deep, "this was what you wanted, no?" his hand tightens around your throat, "to have me fuck you stupid, ruin you.

"you don't deserve it, not after how you acted," his hand leaves your throat, smacking your cheek with enough force to turn your head.

"but i'll allow it," he said, his thumb moving down to rub your clit, "because you're mine," his lips came down to press a soft kiss to your lips, a loud moan escaping your mouth. the coil was about to burst, the knot in your stomach tightening.

"fuck, yes," you whimper, "please, please," you begged. "go on," he growled, his thumb never stopping its motions, "cum, cum all over my cock. show me who owns this pretty pussy, princess." he groans, his hips never slowing down.

"fuck, matt!" you scream, the knot finally breaking as the waves of pleasure course through your body. a high pitched whine leaves your lips, the sensitivity kicking in as he continues to push his hips against yours.

your hands move from the spot above your head to gripping the back of matt's shoulder, your nails leaving angry marks eliciting a whimper from the boy.

"that's my girl," he groans, the overstimulation beginning to kick in as he chases his high. "so pretty, all for me, right? just a fucking plaything," he grunts, the bed frame smacking against the wall as your legs bounce with each movement.

"all yours," you breathe, the tears rolling down your face, the stimulation becoming too much. his hips stutter, his breathing labored as his moans become higher pitched, his hand on the headboard gripping it until his knuckles turn white.

"fuck, princess," he whimpers, his hips pushing against yours before stopping completely. his forehead drops down against yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly. he peppers kisses all on your face, "don't fucking tease when i'm working, ya?"

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[tsunami-of-tears]

ACOTAR males reacting to Reader’s piercings

Cassian, Azriel, Lucien, Eris & Rhys

A/N: I have a lot of piercings and thought this would be fun ♡ In my case with the nips they got LESS sensitive (thank goodness honestly) but I know a lot of people have the opposite happen. I have also decided that since they have fae blood - the piercings would heal much quicker and therefore they can do the nasty the same/next day.

Warnings: sexual themes (kinda smutty - especially the last one); piercings featured: ears, belly button, nipples and female genital.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧

Cassian - Belly Button

Cassian LOVES your stomach!

Especially after you’ve given him children. He always takes the time to kiss every stretch mark and worship you… 

You didn’t tell him about your plans for your piercing, deciding to surprise him. 

He’s about to ravish you when he lifts your top… His eyes go straight to the red gem at your navel and they light up.

“Babe is that sore?” “A little, but it’s so pretty right?” He strokes your tummy and kisses it all over. “I didn’t think I could like this any more than I already did… I need you,” he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you to bed.

Azriel - Nipples 

He saw them your first time together, he had the biggest smirk on his face as his fingers felt them through your shirt. 

He looks at you with a raised brow, slowly peeling off your shirt before taking your nipple in his mouth.

They’ve been much more sensitive since they got pierced, so you start squirming as soon as he touches them. 

He delights in toying with you and gives them lots of attention - always licking/sucking/softly biting/pinching/pulling.

And then when the shadows play too? They feel so cold as they swirl over your skin - your nipples get so hard it’s almost painful (in a good way). 

Outside of the bedroom, Azriel would love it when you don't wear a bra and he can see the outline of your jewellery through whatever you’re wearing. He probably gets a bit jealous if you go out with them visible without him, but he’d be so proud of his hot partner and showing you off. 

Lucien - Ears 

Lucien would have multiple earrings, and maybe even an eyebrow piercing on the opposite side of his scar. 

Of course, all his jewellery is gold and he swaps them out to match his outfits. He’s so stylish and you love that, always admiring him. 

You have your lobe piercing, but you want more. You finally decide to get some yourself, not telling Lucien. 

You come home from your appointment and wait for him to notice. 

Lucien is instantly by your side to greet you, he goes to kiss your cheek and stops when he sees the glinting gems and metals adorning your ear.

He smiles so wide, gently taking you in and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “My love, what did you get up to today?” He asks. “I got some more earrings, do you like them?” “They look beautiful, Y/N.” He traces the tip of your pointed ear sending a shiver down your spine. “But you are the most exquisite gem of all.”

After your new piercings heal - Lucien will help you pick out new pieces and change the jewellery for you.

When you attend formal events together, he loves matching with you and takes pride in the subtle details. You always make a handsome couple, but no one appreciates your beauty more than Lucien.

Eris - Nipples

You didn’t always have them, but it was something you’ve thought about for many years.

The man loves titties, especially yours.

When he sees your new bling for the first time, you’re in the bath and he comes to join you after a long day. 

He’ll slip in behind you and wrap his hands around you. He’ll squeeze your breasts in appreciation. They always feel nice, but they feel different today. He spins you around in his lap to get a look. 

“Cauldron boil me, you are going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

Eris will kiss all over you, completely worshipping you, and it’s not long until most of the bath water ends up on the floor.

Rhys - Female Genital 

Rhys always calls you cute star-themed pet names - so it was only fitting to add some sparkle to his favourite part.  

Rhys would be taking his time, loving every inch of you as he strips you down slowly. 

When that last piece of fabric is removed, he is straight on his knees. 

Of course the gem you picked is violet. Rhys looks very smug as he goes down on you - his eyes flicking between the stone and your face. 

He would send images of you writhing under his touch down the bond, so you get a good view of your newest adornment. 

Rhys was already completely obsessed with you, and seeing that colour marked you as his in a new way. From then on he loved taking you in any position that gave him the best view… 

Help I wanna get this piercing now 

[daisynik7]

cw: Ino x f!reader, established relationship, nipple piercings, smut

Author's Note: Someone asked me if boyfriend!Ino would be into nipple piercings, and I responded with a resounding HELL FUCKING YEAH. So here's a silly drabble based on that. MDNI divider credit to @/cafekitsune!

Your boyfriend Ino is more than supportive when you finally decide to get the nipple piercings you’ve been wanting. In fact, he’s encouraged you since you brought up the idea months ago, knowing it’d be a special treat for both you and him. He comes with you to your appointment, diligently asking questions to your piercer about the aftercare, wanting to make sure he has every detail ingrained in his head to best help you the next several months. It's a painful process, but over time, especially with him by your side, the piercing heals completely. Now, it’s time for his reward. 

You can tell how much he’s been holding back, how deprived he’s been from not being able to indulge in your bosom. He misses the fullness of it in his mouth, the way your nipple perks from the flick of his tongue, how soft and plush it is squeezed between his lips. And it doesn’t help how he fantasizes about the tantalizing metal now pierced through it, how it would feel for him, how it would feel for you. 

Tonight, you let him go wild. He sucks on your nipples, giving each breast his full undivided attention while his fingers work expertly at your clit, stimulating you into an orgasm. His lips clamp down on the metal, tugging it just enough to have you whimpering in ecstasy for him. He smiles, peering up at you, drool leaking from his mouth. “You can come just from this, huh?”

“Yeah,” you ask, looking at him with a fucked-out expression. “Is that okay?”

He laughs, nuzzling his nose to your chest. “Are you kidding me? This is the fucking best.” He sticks his tongue out, flicking your nipple. “I can get you off in so many different ways, I fucking love it.” With his free hand, he wraps his fingers around his shaft. “Look how fucking hard I am. I can come just by doing this.”

And he does. He strokes his cock fast in his fist, teeth gently scraping against the metal, tongue exploring the parts of you he’s been deprived of for nearly a year. When he’s at his limit, he straddles you above your belly, gazing down at your with an untamed look in his eyes. You squeeze your breasts together, pinching your nipples for him as he comes on your chest, painting your piercings in his pearly cum. 

It took a while to get here, but it was well worth the wait.

[ethereal27cereal]

Curls - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

part 2

summary: Eddie is getting ready to meet your parents for the first time after a year of dating. He is particularly nervous about impressing them, so you help him do his hair. And then help him relax a little 😉

warnings: smut 18+ MINORS DNI. established relationship, kissing, breast play, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex (mention of birth control but still wrap it up and be safe 👍🏻), lots of sweet sappiness between Eddie and reader, reader has curly hair but it is not described in great detail, reader is implied as plus size but doesn’t have to be read that way, reader has relationship with both parents. I think that is it but let me know if I missed something.

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 4.9K

author’s note: I couldn’t get the idea out of my head about doing Eddie’s hair and so this just all kind of came rambling out. Any feedback is always appreciated 💕

may 1993

“You said I’m not supposed to brush it out when it’s dry, yeah?” Eddie asks, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries to remember your advice. He’d remembered the part about not washing his hair everyday, and has opted for just a quick shower, already dry and in his blue checkered boxers. But it is every other step that comes next that is making his palms sweat and doubt creep into his mind. 

Eddie is normally pretty particular about his appearance, he has his set look and he feels like he does it well - ripped jeans, white Reeboks, a wide variety of metal band t-shirts, an assortment of rings and chains, topped off by his signature fluffy, long mane. But today is different. 

He’s not just dressing to impress you, you always love the way he looks, but your parents…they might be a different story. Your parents are coming into town for the weekend and will finally get to meet Eddie after almost twelve months of dating. You can’t lie, you’re a bit nervous about introducing them to your long-haired, metal loving boyfriend, but Eddie looks like he could pass out every time you bring up the subject.

He has been fighting the urge to crawl out of his skin all week at the thought of meeting the people who are responsible for creating the woman he loves more than anything else in the world. And today is finally the day.

Eddie wants to look nice, maybe not suit and tie nice, but he definitely went out to buy a neat looking button down and a pair of unripped jeans at the last minute because nothing in his closet seemed appropriate enough to impress your parents. He wants you to be proud of him, proud to show him off, and he wants your parents not to curse his name and banish him from their existence when he tells them he’s planning on proposing to you. 

So he will do his hair, put on clothes that make him feel like he might suffocate, and put on his warmest smile to impress what he hopes are his future in-laws.

He hesitates before grabbing the hairbrush off the counter and turns toward you, freshly clean and dripping wet as you step out of the shower. Even after nearly a year together, Eddie still has to steady his racing thoughts and keep himself from gaping at your naked form. His eyes trace a path up and down your body, drinking in all the delicious curves he feels lucky to have become so intimately familiar with. 

Before answering, you bend down, abundant rounded breasts swaying slightly as you shift from side to side to begin forming the ringlets of your own curls, a cascade of water droplets darting out to hit his bare chest. Years of practice allow you to make quick work of the ringlets, looping them into place deftly before scrunching over them with a light layer of gel. 

“Yeah, only brush it when it’s wet. You’ll lose the curl definition and maybe damage your curls if you’re dry brushing a lot,” you remind him sweetly before continuing on with your routine. 

Eddie gapes, mesmerized at the process as you swing your hair from side to side, tummy and breasts jiggling temptingly as you move about. You twirl a few errant curls around your fingers and gaze at yourself in the mirror, smirking as you catch him staring in the reflection. Satisfied with your mane, you reach to grab your towel and roughly run it over your arms before bringing one foot up on the edge of the tub to dry your legs. 

Eddie watches intently as you rub the plush warm towel over your body, moving down your chest and over your tummy to your legs. The way the swell of your breasts rests against the gentle rolls of your belly has his cock stirring against the pilled cotton of his boxers. He tries to tamp down the feelings, but the nerves make him needy and he wants the comfort that can only come from your touch.

“Let me help you with that,” Eddie smirks with his quick suggestion, replacing your hands with his own as he brings the towel up from your legs and to your breasts. You roll your eyes playfully, but can never really deny him and his pretty persistent desires to touch you. 

His chocolatey brown eyes glow as he gently squeezes and massages both of your tits, clearly not with the intent of actually drying you off. With a skillful familiarity, he pinches and tweaks your nipples through the thick cotton, making your knees momentarily wobble and you find yourself biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning. He gives you a cocky smirk before pulling his hands and the towel away. 

“Gotta check and see if they’re dry,” he insists, his needy hands now palming around the full weight of your breasts and heaving them upwards and together, creating one of his favorite sights in the world. A pleased hum rumbles from the back of his throat and he dips his head down to place a tender kiss to the petal soft flesh on the top of your breasts. 

“Hmm, still a little wet I think,” Eddie proposes, quirking his eyebrows at you as he grabs for the towel again. Your breath hitches in anticipation as Eddie lifts one breast at a time and gently swipes the towel under each ample globe. 

He drops the towel to the floor between your feet, but his hand doesn’t leave your chest, still offering teasing squeezes to each breast. With a sudden molten look in his eyes, his head drops back down to your tits, tenderly tugging your peaked nipple in between his teeth. Mewling moans and sighs freely escape your lips as he lavishes you with attention, sucking and swirling his tongue around the aching bud. 

Your tummy flutters wildly and a growing heat begins to coil in your core when he releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop and moves further up your pillowy breast, leaving soft lilac bruises in his wake. He sets in on devouring you with a growl, strong arms snaking around your soft waist when your knees finally do fully buckle and you melt against his chest. 

“Eddie,” his name comes out as a breathy moan from your lips. 

“Mmm, you taste so good baby, I need you,” his words blow warm against the column of your throat and it takes everything in you not to give yourself fully to him, right then and there against the bathroom sink. 

“Eddie, we can’t. We gotta get ready, I don’t want to be late,” you sigh, tugging slightly at his curls to pull him away from your neck. He moves away, scowling at his sudden eviction, but his hands stay firmly gripped around your waist, holding you to him. 

“Fine. But help me do my hair, please. I don’t have it down quite as well as you do,” he relents with a sigh, placing a lingering kiss on your cheek. “Lemme just wet it first, I guess,” Eddie turns toward the sink and begins to run the water, dipping his head down to dunk it underneath the stream. 

“Hey, whoa, let’s maybe use the spray bottle. The bathroom is going to be a sopping wet mess that way,” you suggest with a laugh, pulling him away from the sink and ushering him toward the closed toilet to sit down. You pull out your spray bottle, special brush, and detangler spray, ready to make some magic with Eddie’s curly mane.

“The spray bottle always makes me feel like I’ve been bad and I’m getting scolded,” his expression turns into a grimace and he cringes away from the misting spray. 

“Some dark secrets coming out here, my love, did you get scolded with a spray bottle, Eddie?” you ask with an incredulous laugh, pausing your hand that is on the spray bottle. 

“I mean, if I was being super naughty…” he begins with a sheepish grin.

“Which you often are…” you conclude playfully, but nod for him to finish his story. 

“Uncle Wayne had one to use on the stray cats around the trailer park. We liked to feed them and watch them play around, but sometimes they would get a little feisty and try to fight each other. So he always had his handy dandy spray bottle in case he had to break up a fight,” he recounts thoughtfully, a boyish beaming smile plastered to his face.

“And if I was ever being too feisty and trying to get into fights, or just especially pissing him off, he had no qualms about spraying me right in the face with that spray bottle. He got me right in the eye one time,” Eddie chuckles and looks up at you, honest brown eyes searching your expression. 

“Honestly, seems like a pretty good method for keeping you in line, Munson,” you smirk, holding the spray bottle somewhat threateningly in front of him.

“Ahhh no, please,” he whines in protest and waves a dramatic hand in front of him, tilting back away from you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I have other ways of making you behave,” you tease, suggestively waving your tits in his face as you begin to lightly mist the back of his head. With a happy grumble, he buries his face in your breasts, using his hands to mush them together around his cheeks. He inhales deeply before pulling his face away from the soft pillowy flesh, the scent of your body wash and your naturally sweet smell lingering in his nostrils. 

“I think I like your way of making me behave better,” Eddie nods thoughtfully, settling into position as you begin to spray his curls again. You carefully cover his face with your palm as you mist his feathery bangs. He blindly reaches out to flick on the boombox and turns the track to your latest favorite, and even though it isn’t metal, it has become one of his favorites just because of how much you love it. 

Dolores O’Riordan’s lilting voice echoes through the small bathroom as you bop along to the ringing guitars in the intro of Dreams, and Eddie can’t help but smile. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be sitting in a bathroom, listening to The Cranberries, and getting his hair finger curled by the naked woman he is madly in love with. Your sweet hesitant voice begins to sing along, just barely above a whisper, but Eddie trains his ear to listen to every word. 

And now I tell you openly

You have my heart so don't hurt me

You're what I couldn't find

A totally amazing mind

So understanding and so kind

You're everything to me

Eddie feels his chest clench and tighten at the lyrics, biting back the lump that was forming in his throat. He knows he’s being a bit silly and dramatic, but the words feel like they’re meant for him, for you, for your relationship together.

His life hasn’t been easy, he doesn’t complain often, but it has made him hard around the edges. But ever since you have come into his life, everything is softness. Your touch, your heart, your smile, your words, your body. Like being wrapped in a plush warm blanket after a long draining day, the feeling of coming home. You are soft, pillowy, and welcoming. And it makes all of the hardness and bitterness inside him weaken, leaving only softness and warmth behind. 

You have made quick work of his curls, lightly brushing out the knots as you sing along. You sway to the rhythm while finger coiling some face framing pieces, pausing suddenly when you notice the gentle wobbling of Eddie’s chin as he ducks his head and tries to swipe away a stray tear. 

“Hey, what’s up buttercup?” you sooth, setting down your brush and lifting his chin to look at you. His chocolate eyes are brimmed with tears waiting to fall, his pink cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he tries to hide. 

“Nothing, it’s dumb, I’m just being dumb,” Eddie swallows harshly and forces a thin smile. 

“Nuh uh, don’t talk about my handsome boyfriend like that. You’re not being dumb and whatever you are crying about is certainly not dumb,” you reassure sweetly, tenderly cupping his cheeks in your hands. 

“I..I…think I’m just really fucking stressed. With working so much lately and your parents coming into town, I think I just am really worried,” Eddie begins, his voice cracking with every other word.

“Worried about what?,” you ask innocently, trying not to think too hard about the ring box you  found in his jeans pocket when doing laundry last week. You try to fix your face into a look of oblivious concern, just in case your expressions betray you. 

“I want your parents to like me, and think I’m good enough for you. And don’t start saying ‘of course they will’. You have everything in your life all figured out, and I don’t feel like I have much going on to offer you, especially on just my lousy mechanics salary.  I know you don’t think of it that way, but I just want you to be proud of me and not feel ashamed of introducing me to your parents,” he finishes with a choked sound, and begins chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Eddie, my love, I am immensely proud of you! I brag about you, your band, all of the  accomplishments you’ve made at the shop with your promotion, and pretty much everything about you to just about everyone I meet. And that includes my parents. They already know all about you, and already love you because I love you,” you insist, petting his bangs out of his eyes and whisking away a few more tears that threaten to fall from his lashes. He gazes up, nodding solemnly, but unable to form words that would even come close to an appropriate response to your endless kindness and support. 

“What can I do to help? We have about..30 more minutes before we have to leave, do you need cuddles?” you coo, a hint of condescension creeping into your voice as you see him perk up and begin to lick his lips in anticipation. He peeks up at you through his thick lashes, plump lips turned down in a frown for extra dramatic effect. 

“Not just cuddles, sweetheart, I need you. I need to be inside you,” he pouts, hands coming up to rest on the swell off your ass, squeezing and testing the fullness of both cheeks. You nod, biting your lip seductively as you pull him up to stand with you. With a strangled moan, Eddie’s lips are crashing against yours, biting and licking with an insatiable need that makes your heart stutter in your chest. 

He begins to guide you backwards toward your shared bedroom, using your butt to steer you away from walls and other sharp furniture. The backs of your knees bump against the bed, and in one swift motion, Eddie tosses you up onto the mattress with a pillowy plop. Despite his slight frame, sinewy muscles lurk beneath his pale skin and he doesn’t seem to expend any significant effort as he tugs you further up the bed so your head is resting against the soft downy pillows. 

Eddie settles back into the kiss, making a sloppy claim on your mouth before raining a million wet kisses down your body. His touch is needy and hungry, anything but patient as he leaves hasty bites against the swell of your breasts, grabbing hands spreading your legs wide as he dips his head down further. Out of habit, you go to tangle your fingers into his hair, guiding his kisses where you need him most, but stop suddenly when you see the fresh delicate ringlets in your fingertips. 

“Wait, baby, I’m going to fuck up your hair if you do that right now. Later. I need you to…” you try to finish your thoughts before he flicks his tongue teasingly against your clit, words dissolving into a breathy gasp as you impulsively arch up against his tongue. 

“Mmm, what do you need, princess? Tell me what you need,” Eddie growls against your heat, licking a teasing stripe up your slit before looking up into your eyes for an answer, smoldering pools of burnt caramel gazing at you intently. 

“Fuck, Eddie…I need…I need you to fill me up, please,” you pant breathlessly, fingers flexing and gripping the sheets so you don’t mess up his curls. 

“With my fingers…?” he wiggles a teasing digit inside, your walls immediately spasm and clench around his finger with frantic need, tossing your head back into the pillow without a care for your own wet curls. 

“Or does this tight little pussy need more?” he asks with a sly grin, suddenly pulling his finger from your wetness and dipping it in his mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he hums as he pops his pointer finger out of his lips and crawls up from between your thighs.

“Eddie, please, I need you to fuck me, now,” you huff and whine, pulling him back up to eye level with you. 

“Jeez, lovey, somebody sure is needy. And you act like I’m the sex crazed one around h…” he begins teasingly, but is cut off with a choked groan as you reach down to wrap your hand around his cock. You guide his swollen tip through your silky folds, both of you shaking in anticipation before he plunges in. His lips immediately find yours again, gasps and moans overflowing between your lips when he buries himself deep inside your molten core. 

He steadies himself for a moment, letting you throb and flex around him while you adjust to the delicious sting of being so filled by him. Your hands grip wildly at his shoulders and you kiss a frantic path across the small portion of his chest, biting at the skull and spider inked against his collarbone. 

“Christ you feel so fucking amazing, so tight and wet for me,” his voice shakes as he begins to set a steady pace. Slowly pumping his thick length all the way in and drawing back out in a dizzying rhythm that has you almost immediately seeing stars. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on lasting more than a few moments despite the blooming heat beginning to rise in your tummy and take over. Yours and Eddie’s moans and sighs along with the filthy slapping sounds of sex fills the room, and your sounds only become more unabashedly loud when he snakes a hand in between your bodies to rub against your sensitive clit. 

Your ears ring and your legs begin to tremble, your release boiling and bubbling in your core, ready to explode. You babble incoherently, something about being close and not wanting it to be over yet, not sure any of that comes out as intelligible words until Eddie responds. 

“That’s alright, come for me my love, I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he coos, calloused thumb pressing delicate circles against your clit and you feel yourself unwind. With a strangled scream, your body is shaking, inner walls fluttering wildly around his girth. “That’s it, that’s my pretty girl. Such a good girl coming so hard for me,” his voice is intoxicatingly deep, filled with heat and desire as he watches you unravel at his touch. 

Before your vision fully clouds over, your eyes flicker open, needing to look up at the love of your life. Eddie is gazing down at you, chocolate brown eyes blown into inky pools full of love, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration as he tries to keep a steady pace with you writhing underneath him. You reach up to cup his cheek, whispering a breathy ‘I love you’ as you begin to slowly come back to your senses.

“Christ, sweetheart, I love you too, but you’re driving me crazy. I can still taste you on my lips and I need to be down there so fucking bad right now,” Eddie groans and suddenly pulls out of you, leaving you with an empty throbbing feeling as you reach to bring him back to you. But he’s already down with his face in between your legs, strong hands pushing your thighs down to the mattress so you’re well out of his way. He gently tucks the stray curls framing his face behind his ears and gives you a sheepish grin. 

“You’re going to hold my hands so you’re not tempted to mess up my hair, but I’m going to make you come on my tongue. And if that makes us late, then so be it,” he affirms and reaches up to tangle his fingers in yours, holding them firmly against your still wobbly thighs. 

Without another word, he dives in, licking and sucking your sensitive folds. His movements are frenzied and hungry, determined to consume every bit of you like a man starved. He sucks and nips harshly at your clit, before slithering his tongue downward to delve inside your quivering hole. He sets a punishing rhythm, knowing just exactly where to lick and kiss to make you a whimpering mess. 

Within a skillfully short amount of time, he brings you back to the edge again. You buck your hips against his tongue and lips, trying to fight your way towards release as the crushing pressure is building in your belly once again. He steadies you with your intertwined fingers, keeping you from floating away and losing your mind.

“Just let go, my love, I know you’re right there. I can feel it. Just let go for me,” he purrs in between sloppy licks and kisses to your folds, tugging them in his lips before releasing the petal like flesh with a pop. With another high pitched moan, you’re tumbling into the precipice of your orgasm. Your body courses with electricity as he delivers a few more harsh kisses to your overly sensitive bud and you fight and writhe to release your hands from his to grab at him. But he doesn’t let you. He keeps your hands tangled with his in a gentle firmness that leaves you feeling even more weak and lightheaded. 

Before you’ve had a chance to catch your breath, he’s back up on his knees, pulling you by your hips to meet him and sliding a pillow under your butt for added support. Eddie thrusts his cock back inside you with a chesty groan, head lolling back against his shoulders as he hits against your spongy soft center. He pounds into you with the same intensity and hunger he had when he’d tasted you, relentless and needy to fill you up and feel you all around him. Eddie’s eyes never leave your face as he reaches up to play with your breasts, a whimpered sigh leaving his lips as he pinches your pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger. 

You suddenly feel overwhelmed with it all, his intense gaze seeing you, all of you, the love that burns where your bodies meet, and another orgasm slowly winding a tight coil in your core. You clench your eyes tight again and throw an arm over your face, trying to hide from the gut wrenching intimacy that happens every time you’re with Eddie like this. 

“Look at me, sweetheart, please, I want to see you when I come,” he gently pulls your arm away from your face, lacing your fingers together and rubbing a comforting pattern on the back of your hand as he urges you to open your eyes. Despite your heavy lids and burning cheeks, you open your eyes, met with his sweet beaming smile. 

“There you are, my love. So beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his face pinching in pleasure as you clench involuntarily around him. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard,” he warns shakily, gasping and panting but still never looking away from you. You nod in response to his warning, pressing him on with a whimpered ‘please’ as you feel your own release finally creeping over you. A third flash of pleasure seeps into your veins and you throb weakly around his thrusting cock, sending him over to his own release. 

Eddie rattles off a string of babbled praises, your name and words of unending love leaving his lips as he pumps you full of his seed. He shutters and you feel a final warm surge of his climax spurt into you, coating your walls and marking you as his. The thought of anyone having that kind of claim over you would’ve made you sick in the past, too possessive and all encompassing. But with Eddie, that’s all you wanted. To be his and for him to be yours. 

“You are so gorgeous like this, well I mean, you are gorgeous all the time. But god, when I come inside you and I look down and there you are, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind,” he confesses with a babbling sincerity that you will never ever grow tired of. You blush and hide your eyes behind your fingers, peeking through them to see him grinning at you. 

“I love you so much,” he sighs, resting his hands on the slope of your hips as he grows soft inside you. 

“I love you so much, Eddie,” you smile, reaching down to squeeze his fingers gently.

With a hiss, he pulls out of you, propping himself up on his elbow to watch his cum slowly slide out of you. Eddie smirks and in tenderly possessive motion, he pools the release in his fingers and pushes it back inside you. 

“That belongs in there,” he tsks, booping your clit with his pointer finger before sitting up with a grin plastered on his face. 

“I mean, my handy dandy birth control is going to say otherwise but…” you reply with a chuckle, sitting up on shaky elbows to look at him. He shakes his head and shrugs, curls bouncing around his pretty face. 

“I just want you to remember who came inside you and made you come three fucking times while we’re sitting there with your parents and they’re grilling me about my intentions with their daughter,” he concludes, hopping up from the bed and pulling on his boxers. 

“So that was your little plan? Remind me how much you’re worth keeping around with how hard and fast you can get me off just in case tonight goes south?” you guffaw, knowing that wasn’t truly his plan, but ribbing him nonetheless. You stand up from the bed, and immediately buckle. He holds out a hand as your wobbly knees threaten you again, but you manage to steady yourself against him. 

“Well, I mean it’s true. I do make you come,” he pecks a cheeky kiss against your lips, “a lot. And I do want to remind you of that. All the time. But I just needed you. And hey look, we aren’t even going to be late,” he points out happily, gesturing towards the glowing red alarm clock on your bedside. 

You weren’t going to be late, but you both definitely need to hurry to dress and get out the door. With nimble fingers, you help Eddie button his shirt, smoothing over the soft wrinkles that he had neglected to press out. You toss on your dress, settling for something simple but classic paired with a dainty set of opal earrings Eddie had gifted you for your birthday. 

Eddie sighs, finally dry curls bobbing around his face as he gazes into the full length mirror, no ripped jeans, no band t-shirt, no rings or chains, dressed head to toe in an outfit that makes him look like a schoolboy. He frowns at his appearance, trying to hide his expression when he sees you peer over his shoulder. 

“You look great, but you don’t look like you,” you ponder, scurrying away to grab a few things off his dresser, the heavy objects clinking in your palm as you bounce back to him. 

You slip behind him, securing his signature chain with a guitar pick around his throat before slithering around to his front to undo a few shirt buttons, framing the glittering chain against his pale collarbones. You grab his left hand, slipping on the grinning skull, pig, and cross in a neat row on his pointer, middle, and ring fingers respectively. With a tender motion, you slip his bejeweled class ring on the ring finger of his right hand. 

You step back, admiring your handiwork before lightly fluffing your fingers through his curls. Eddie practically glows under your gaze, soft wavy ringlets haloed around his head, ochre eyes shining with fear, hope, and love. 

“There, much better. Still the Eddie I know and love but with a twist,” you beam up at him before grabbing his shaking hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He nods and puffs out his cheeks with a great sigh.

“Ready?” you ask, leading him slowly toward the front door.

“Ready.” 

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I hope ur requests are open, and if they are.. I a cute little request… Leon Kennedy has a praise kink + cowgirl. and very touchy.. I hope these details help you understand what I’m talking abt!! luv ur writing ur so talented !! <3

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, praise kink, he cums inside, implied cockwarming at the end

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i wasn't sure if you meant he liked praising or to be praised, so i just wrote praising cause i felt i would be better at that. if you meant the other way around, just send me another ask and i'll be happy to write that up for you! i do hope you enjoy this though and thank you for reading and enjoying my work :) as always reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! thank you everyone for being so kind and supportive <3

“There’s my sweet girl,” Leon says upon entering the house.

He had just returned home from a mission. He walks through the front door, drops his bag next to his feet with a soft thud, and opens his arms for you. You rush to him, embracing him with a flurry of kisses and “I missed you’s.” He doesn’t say much, but he wraps those strong arms around you in return, one hand on the small of your back while the other cradles your head. He kisses your cheeks and nose like you’re the most precious thing in the world because to him you are.

He pecks your lips and mumbles some words of affection in return. The two of you stumble from the entryway to your shared bedroom, sharing the love you’d pent up during the time apart. You reach the bed, and at first he’s on top of you heavily breathing while his tongue slides between your parted lips. But not long after collapsing on the sheets, he rolls over and pulls you on top of him.

Your legs find their place on either side of his hips, slotting the crotch of your pajama shorts above the bulge in his jeans. You grind down on him, causing the sound of a sharp inhale to leave him.

“Good girl, honey. Always know what I need,” he groans in the brief moment your lips aren’t on his. His hand caresses and kneads the flesh of your hip. “Need my pretty girl to ride tonight.”

Having you ride was one of Leon’s favorite ways to fuck. Seeing your body move in waves of ecstasy, those gorgeous tits bouncing, your hips swiveling as they rise and fall. She was his own personal paradise hovering above him. Just imagining it had his cock solid within the cloth constraints of his pants.

“I wanna ride,” you mumble in agreement, grinding your hips down again, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good, sweetheart. Dreamed of this every second I was away. Couldn’t focus on anything but getting home to my baby,” he rasps.

You two pull back a little bit to remove your clothing. He handles the top halves while you focus on the bottoms, shimmying out of your shorts and panties as he tugs his shirt off. You glide your hands along the tight muscles that spread across his torso. He pulls at your shirt next, and you let him yank it off. A low hum emanates from his throat at the sight of your tits spilling out into the open.

“So fucking beautiful. C’mere angel,” he says, his eyes locked on to the swell of your chest.

His hands guide your upper body down to be closer to him. He slides his mouth over your breasts, sloppily kissing and nipping at the mounds of flesh. His tongue laves against your nipple before he takes it into his mouth and moans around it.

Meanwhile, your hands skillfully maneuver between your bodies and begin unbuckling his belt. You get it free and tear it from his waist, dropping it to the floor next to the bed. The sound of the metal clanking against wooden panels on the ground snaps Leon from his fixation on your chest. His eyes, foggy with lust, make contact with yours. You scoot away a little to pull the obstacles of fabric off of him.

You then climb on top of him again, and return to your position straddling him. You slide his dick between your slippery folds, nudging the flushed tip against your clit. You bite your lip as he groans. His stomach was fluttering and tightening with heat.

“So wet for me. Perfect girl,” he chokes out.

“Only for you,” you say softly as you lift your hips and adjust him beneath you to slip him inside.

You sink down on him, trembling as he fills you completely. You let out a shaky whimper at the snug fit, and your head falls forward momentarily. Once you're seated on him, you hold still for a moment to adjust.

“That’s right. That’s my girl,” he whispers as his hands snake around you to massage your ass, “So fucking warm and tight. Pussy was made just for me to fuck whenever I want. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You nod. His hands on your ass continue their squeezing after taking a quick break to lay a firm smack across it. Your head tilts back now and a short whine comes from you. You slowly raise yourself and sink back down, beginning to ride.

“So- so big… and deep,” you squeak.

“Just how you like it. I know you love feeling all the way in here,” he says and rubs a hand on your lower belly. He presses his palm against the skin a little, making you gasp quietly. He chuckles at your noise. “Bounce for me, bunny. Make yourself feel good.”

You whimper and follow his instruction. You begin rhythmically raising and lowering yourself, sliding your heat up and down his cock. You both let out soft noises of pleasure over the wet sounds coming from where the two of you connect. Leon smacks your ass again before gripping your hips to assist your movements.

He’s content to just watch you work yourself up and down his length for a few moments. His eyes, blown out with lust, drinking in every slight contortion of your face. Soon though, he has to get another feel. His hands move North to fondle your tits some more, drawing mewls from your already-open mouth.

“Such pretty little sounds for me,” he breathes as he looks up at you riding, “Having so much fun, aren’t you?”

You nod as more whimpers trickle from your lips. 

“Me too, honey, just keep going. Keep riding like my good girl should.”

You again follow his orders, bouncing your hips up and down with consistency. Your hands are planted on his chest for balance, your nails marking the muscles with small, red crescents. He grunts at the pleasurable pain. He looks up at you and finds your eyes staring back into his. He can all but see the euphoria you’re experiencing, the way your eyes have glossed with need.

You could see all of it reflected back at you in his eyes. The sight rips a moan from you and causes your walls to squeeze around him with the grip of a vise. He chokes on air and involuntarily bucks up into you.

It’s suddenly too much. The need to possess you and to be possessed by you. He craves you completely, in every way. He yearns to be one with you. To feel your souls intertwined.

“C’mere baby,” he grunts and sits up against the headboard, adjusting both of your positions, “Need you close to me. My little love. My precious girl.” He peppers the side of your face with kisses as he cradles your head against his shoulder. He wraps his other arm around your body to keep you pressed to him.

It’s hard to ride when he’s holding you so close, flush against his chest, so he takes over in that area and begins thrusting up into you. The bed is creaking, but neither of you care at all. You’re feeling the connection just as much. You nuzzle your head into his neck and whimper, pressing some soft kisses on his throat while his fingertips massage the back of her head.

“My love,” he whispers against your hair, “All mine. My beautiful angel sent down just for me. My own piece of heaven on earth.”

After his declaration of love, you bury your face in his neck. You two were clinging to each other, your limbs wrapped around the other like anacondas. He was literally inside of you, yet it still wasn’t close enough.

His cock pumping in and out still, driving you deeper into that pleasurable haze with every movement. He brushed against all your sweet spots, screwing any meaningful response to his tender words right out of your head.

“I love you,” you simply murmur against his skin.

“I think you know that I love you too, babydoll,” he chuckles softly before his voice turns into a strained groan.

You’re both approaching that familiar summit of pleasure. The butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly and have you clenching around his member. One set of his fingers digs into the flesh of your back while the other set clutches your hair. His hips buck feverishly into you.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Doing so good like always. I can’t hold on much longer,” he whimpers.

“Me neither,” you gasp.

You and him stay latched on to the other, him thrusting and you grinding to push yourselves to the finish line. You tilt your head up for some sloppy kisses. You moan into his mouth as your tongue caresses his. You feel the coils of arousal compressing in your abdomen, getting ready to snap. Your voice gets breathy and he closes his eyes.

“God, fuck, where do you want it baby? You wanna finish and then let me paint you white? Or you want me to fuck you full of cum?” he grunts.

“Inside,” you respond quickly. As if he really needed to ask.

He nods and buries his face against your neck. Your bodies slide against one another, both of you covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hips snap more erratically while you lose your own rhythm.

You finish first, gripping him for dear life as your release washes over you. You twitch and whine, your eyes fluttering and your hips jerking. He tries talking you through it, but it’s a little difficult being on the brink of getting off himself.

“That’s it. So good for me, baby, so fucking good. My pretty, perfect girl. Keep cumming, love. You deserve it,” he murmurs.

His eyes clamp shut and breathy moans erupt from him as he cums. His hold on you tightens and he fucks into you with renewed depth and intensity. He grumbles something nonsensical before flooding your insides with hot and thick ropes of his cum. You feel him pumping it deep inside with each thrust.

“Take it all, babe. You’re the only one who gets it. It’s only for you,” he rasps out a new sentence with each motion into you before breaking down into a low groan.

You both ride out the high in each other's arms and are panting as you come down. Your eyes close and you take it all in. The cool feeling of his breath on the damp skin of your collar. The sound of your pulse thundering in your ears. The sensation of his cum seeping out of you and on to his pelvis.

You nuzzle his neck, and his hand rubs up and down your spine in long soothing strokes. He kisses the crown of your head.

“My baby. I missed you so much,” he whispers.

“Me too. Gotta make up for lost time,” you say softly and snuggle closer to him on his lap.

“We do. Stay right here. Keep me warm, and I’ll make up for every second we were apart,” he murmurs and presses a few more kisses to your head.

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Mourlin Rouge

dominic fike x reader

warning(s); mentions of drug use, lil spicy & once again a try at some plot, so it’s a little long!

a/n; hey...been a while🧍🏾‍♀️...real shit i missed y'all.

ima try and wheeze my way back up in here. here's my apology... thanks for the request♥️

not proof read yet!

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You push and shove your way through sweaty, sticky bodies trying to get to the bar. The bottom of your boots stick to the candied floor from spilled drinks, and God knows what else. 

You're positive that if it weren’t so loud in here, you’d hear the toe-curling sound of your soles detaching from the sealed concrete. 

This wasn’t how you envisioned your Saturday night to go; in fact, it wasn’t supposed to go like this at all.

What was meant to be a night of takeout and reruns of Supernatural suddenly wasn’t when your best friend, Aria, rang your phone. 

Lights from the provocative club paint the room in deep crimson and make it hard to distinguish the faces and details of the clubbers.

Maybe that was the point of it. To hide the platinum pink hair of the woman you thought was blond, but remember the way her skin-tight dress glittered as she moved.

It had been a while since you felt that unreachable state of bliss.

You’re jealous. 

Jealous of the people here. They aren’t here for a long time, you could tell by the way some were leaning over glass tables with rolled dollar bills—noses powdered white. 

Or how they drop unicorn-shaped tablets on their tongues before kicking back a shot. They have no purpose, nothing to lose if shit were to hit the fan. 

You grimace, no stranger to that state of mind. But that’s not you anymore. 

Hasn’t been for years. Not since you met him. 

In time, you make it to the bar, tall bottles of alcohol lined up in the wall, a golden glow emitting from behind them, and a bartender whose breasts look as if they're about to spill from her top. Betty. 

Her nickname was given thanks to her curvy figure, pixie cut, and melanin skin.

Proclaiming her to be a real live Betty Boop. She’s familiar with you, as this isn’t your first time here, but it’s been a long while since you’ve set foot. 

A thick cloud of smoke disperses from her lips, she winks at you, and you grin. 

No stranger to her flirting. 

“Haven’t seen you round’ here inna minute, you ain’t cheatin’ on me now?” her southern accent loud and thick.

“Could never do that you Betty, you know that.” You counter, leaning forward a bit and into her space. 

You order something strong and sweet, voice open and teasing. Used to playing your cards right and getting your first drink free with her. 

Betty gives you a once over, eyes playful and pupils blown as vapor steams from her nostrils, and clouds around you again. It’s sickeningly sweet. 

The smallest smirk grows on her face, and then she goes about doing her job—bending down into a cabinet to grab what looks to be an expensive Vodka—playfully shaking her ass in the process. 

You get comfortable on the stool and unstick your boots from the ground, placing them on the stool’s metal foot rod. 

Your lips curl up at the resistance. 

Out of all the clubs Aria could have picked, this is always the designated meeting ground. 

Mourlin Rouge. 

It's a lewd place within the red district of LA. You used to love it here, came every weekend with her and your friend group. 

With him. 

A Friday and Saturday night hotspot for the young and reckless. Music loud, K bumps on gold platters, and the weighted stench of marijuana. 

You contribute to the stench. Weed fragrancing off you since you hotboxed your car before coming inside. 

Your high is a pleasant one, Wedding Cake, always your go-to when clubbing. 

Your name is shouted out, and you faintly hear it under the bass of the music. You crane your neck over your shoulder and lazily scan the onslaught of clubbers for the face with the familiar voice. 

A tan arm sticks out, then a leg clad in leather pants before Aria shoves the rest of her body through the crowd. 

Similar to what you did moments earlier. 

You reach a hand up, ready to wave her over when you make eye contact, but your arm stills mid-way when a few other people filter in behind her, following in her footsteps. 

The look you share is brief, but she looks nervous. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips pursed to the side. 

Then you see him. The side of him, and suddenly the look on Aria’s face makes sense. 

Your stomach churns and you quickly swivel back around to the bar before he can see you. 

Betty comes back and slides a tall glass of alcohol towards you. It’s pink, has sugar on the rim, and a cocktail toothpick with a lacy black panty on the tip.  

You grab it the second it’s within reach and take a much-needed sip. 

Quick to get rid of the sick feeling in your stomach. It burns the entire way down, just as you hoped. 

It’s uncanny how after months, just a look at him can make your body curl in itself within seconds. 

You part your lips, ready to catch Betty’s attention to add a tequila shot when an arm slithers around your bare torso. The tattoos are a dead giveaway, your body knows who it is before your brain can catch up. 

His touch is scorching and reminds you of the nights you'd curl into him to warm yourself. 

He tugs you back and presses you against his chest. You feel the cold metal of a necklace on your back, no doubt the one you bought him. 

The pendant digs into the top of your spine, as you grip the sides of your chair. 

You take a deep breath when the hand around your waist spreads open, palm now resting on your hip. It takes all your strength not to succumb to old habits. 

To curve your body to fit into his grip, reach around to scratch at his jaw as you turn your head to leave a glossy kiss on his neck. Right over the tattoo he has of your lips. 

He smells familiar, spicy, and warm. Your clit pulses at the remembrance of it all. 

“Dominic,” You start, voice shaky. You clear your throat, quick to cover up vulnerability. 

You don’t miss him, and he’ll be aware of that by any means necessary. 

“Get off.” 

He no longer has access to you like this, he’s crossing a boundary. One that you’re having trouble keeping up. 

With more effort than you’d like to admit, you yank his arm off you and cross your legs. Swiping non-existent lint off your skirt. Anything to keep yourself from facing him. 

Your breakup was nasty, though you both never ventured past the title of a situationship. So you’d hardly call it a breakup. And that was the problem. 

Dom was ready for something more, more than just a fuck, and so were you. But you didn’t trust him, not with a reputation like his. 

Hell, you both started messing around because of his reputation. He was known for no strings attached. A nice fuck, a good friend.

Simple and to the point. 

But you both never expected it to stretch out like this. For feelings to develop, for them to be mutual. 

You got scared, scared that this was just a phase for him and not real. Because it was so real for you. To a point where it felt like your lifeline. 

You broke it off and went no contact.

The night of you and Dom’s argument is something you’ve never been able to forget. You’d never seen him so distraught. So angry.

The intensity of it all reached heights you didn't think was possible. It’s been 3 months since then and the weight feels as heavy as it did back then. 

“Girl, hey!” Aria steps to your left, her hands interlocked and resting under her chin as she smiles brightly. Voice up a pitch. 

Something she subconsciously does when she knows she's fucked up.  

“We saw him and some of his friends while waiting in line. We sort of just merged.” She eyes your other friend, Chloè, who fiddles with her hands and gives a weak smile.

You sigh, and can’t help but wonder if this was planned. The two of them time, and time again have told you that you acted irrational, that what you did wasn’t fair to him.

 And you know. But you've convinced yourself that it's too late to reach out. To make amends. You've made your bed, and now you have to lie in it.

Chloè begged you to reach out to him, and you shot her down every time. 

Aria adjusts the strap of her skimpy top, which didn’t need fixing but is now twisted around. Another anxious habit of hers.

This was planned. 

You nod your head and muster a smile. “It’s cool. We’re all friends here.” 

You look around towards the mixed group and try to play it neutral when you make contact with Dean. Dom’s closest friend. He’s staring blankly at you, judgment and anger bleeding out from his demeanor. 

You cower under his gaze and divert your attention elsewhere. You can’t say you blame him. 

“Uh, Jim Beam. Neat.” Dom’s voice rumbles behind you, he’s still so close you can feel the vibrations. He didn’t take your aggression seriously, and you’re not surprised. 

He knows your body inside and out. Knows exactly how you tick. He’s seen the worst side of you, as well as the best.

Your weak attempt to keep a staid act was pointless. 

It's why you can’t help it this time when you slyly turn to glance at his side profile. Your first official look of the night.

He’s looking at Betty as he orders, jawline sharp and lightly stubbled over. 

Your eyes move up to his hair. It’s down to his neck now, slightly curled up. The start of a mullet.

The front of his hair long and curly and cascades down the side of his face. Stopping just under his cheekbones. He’s changed so much. 

“She’ll have a tequila shot, salt rim.” He remembers your order and your foot twitches. 

Before you can move, Dominic turns to you. Locking you in place with the eye contact you’ve been trying to avoid since the moment you saw him. 

Your breath catches in your throat, heart thumping against your ribs. 

He leans down so he’s level with your ear, hot breath fanning against your neck, “Right?” 

Your arms wisp over with goosebumps. 

His eyes are hooded, glossed over. You can tell he smoked before coming in. He roams over your face, stopping at your lips, before slowly looking back up. He leans in closer, and something in his face glints. 

An eyebrow piercing. That’s new. 

It looks completely healed, and your fingertips tremble with the need to softly run over it. 

The parallel of the gold glow emitting from the bottle wall, to the red lighting of the club wash over him. He looks downright fuckable, and your self-restraint is hanging on by a thread. 

It doesn’t take much for you to start remembering what you’ve tried so hard to bury.

Remembering how his lips felt when leaving reassuring kisses on the parts of your body you hated most. 

How’d he laugh when you’d fuck up a string while he was teaching you to play guitar.

Arms wrapped around your middle and chin hooked over your shoulder as you sat in his lap in his studio. Arms and hands pressed and tangled over each other as he taught you an A cord to a B. 

How he’d stare at you as if you were the sole reason for his existence as his hips moved at a pace that always had you on the brink of admitting the immense amount of love you hold for him. 

He’s giving you that look now. You need to get out of here. 

You swipe your clammy palms down your thighs and shoot up from the barstool, making a beeline to the bathroom and not sparing a look back toward Aria or Chloé. 

You fall into the door when you make it inside.

The single restroom is washed in a warm low light. It’s surprisingly clean, with a bathroom vanity, and square mirror.

You take deep breaths to try and calm down. 

“Fuck fuck, fuck!” You whisper yell, adjusting your top and moving over to look at yourself in the mirror.

Sweat starts to pebble on your forehead, and you hastily pull tissue from the dispenser to pat at your face. Careful not to smudge your makeup. 

You’re racking your brain, trying to think of all the ways you can escape the club when the door clicks open. 

You freeze, looking at the door through the mirror. It’s Dom, and he looks at you through the reflection as he locks the door behind him. 

Something you thought you did.  

You’re not thinking straight anymore, the only thing your mind keeps repeating is Leave! Get out! 

Your body moves on auto, and you throw the paper towels down, gripping your mini purse tightly as you take long strides to the door.

Dominic doesn’t move, he stays firm in front your only exit, and watches your acrylics hit against the handle in an attempt to grip it. 

“Dom fucking move or I swear to God.” Your voice comes out weak and desperate. 

The strong tilt you had at the bar is gone. 

You feel your body start to weaken, tears threatening to spill at your waterline. 

“Dominic please.” Your voice simmers out, and your arms fall limp at the handle. He doesn't budge. You feel his eyes on you, and you suddenly feel small. Bared.

Dom softly brushes his fingers against your collarbone, moving up to your throat, then gently pulling you towards him by the sides of your face.

You keep your eyes on the sealed concrete. 

“Stop.” He speaks against your lips, “Stop fucking fighting me.”

His voice is as weak and tired as yours.

It’s silent between you, your breaths mingling together with the muted bass in the bathroom walls. 

“Can I trust you?” You finally speak. Vulnerability leaks out of you in waves, you’re on the brink of giving in.

You’re surprised you lasted this long in your resolve, your want to give yourself to him present since the very beginning of all this. 

“I want this so bad. I want you so fucking bad, but can I trust you? Can you even trust me after what I—” You choke up, shaking your head. 

“Yes, you can trust me.” he nods his head, “And despite it all, I trust you. With every fiber of my fucking being.” His thumb moves to swipe at your bottom lip, “I’ve never been more sure about anyone than I have with you.” 

He tugs on your chin for you look at him, and you follow. Willingly locking eyes with the man you swore you didn’t need.  

“I swear it,” Dominic says your name with finality, leaving no room for you to doubt him. 

And it’s all you need. 

You drop your purse to the floor, and eagerly tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking him to your mouth. Everything feels hot, your heart thrumming through your ears.

He kisses you feverishly, something about it almost primal.

Something spreads throughout your chest. It’s so strong, heavy, and so liberating that your fingers start to tremble. 

You’re relying solely on muscle memory, when Dominic grabs a handful of your ass underneath your skirt, your flesh protruding between his fingers.

You let out a whimper, a confirmation only he can understand, and you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips. 

You feel his arms flex as he swings you around, everything around you a dizzying blur until he sets you down on the edge of the sink. 

The cool ceramic sends a shiver down your spine, contrasting with the heat radiating from your skin, as you feel its smooth surface touch the curve of your ass.

Dominic doesn’t let off your lips once, taking everything you’ve denied him. You’re completely swallowed by him and let yourself fall into it without any restraint. He’s touching you everywhere, picking you apart in a way only he can do.

You try to pull back, "Dom," you whisper, the sound barely escaping your lips.

He tries to chase them, and you let him, unable to deny yourself. Your lips hover over eachother, open and panting. Anything to stay close.

So you try again, “Dominic."

His name falls from your tongue soft and determined.

He fully pulls away to pepper messy kisses along your throat, each one pulling you deeper into a fuzzy headspace.

Your hands, still trembling, tighten in his hair, silently urging him to return to you.

You guide his head back up until his gaze meets yours, his breath ragged and heavy against your skin. His hands grip your sides tightly.

His fear of losing you is still there. Your heart clenches at the realization.

"I love you." Each syllable is weighted and leaves no room for hesitation. 

Dominic's body stills. 

"Say it again," He whispers, his voice a plea. Staring at you with the same intensity he had the last time you saw each other.

Longing. 

"I love you," You repeat, the words a fervent affirmation of your unwavering devotion. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close. 

"Again, please," He implores, his voice sounds broken, disbelieving. Scared. He buries his face in the safety of your neck. 

With gentle hands, you cup his cheeks, guiding his gaze to meet yours once more. 

"I love you, Dominic," You murmur, voice laced with raw honesty.

"I love you so fucking much and I’d never do anything to hurt you again. I promise."

You brush his hair back and leave tender kisses over his face, “I’m so sorry. You have me now. All of me.”  

Dominic’s eyes start to gloss over, big, brown, and so full of love.

He nods his head firmly, and for the first time in a long time, you see him smile. It’s a genuine one, a real one. All teeth, and dimples are on full display for you, and you only. 

It’s the same smile he gave you all those years ago when you realized you had fallen for him deeper than you believed possible.

“I love you too.” He noses at your jaw, closing his eyes and melting into your body, “But you already knew that.” 

[daftpatience]

overcomplicated analysis of kim kitsuragi’s notebook because im autistic!

i was reading thru the footnotes of his wiki page because i am a completely normal human being and i had some thoughts that led me to buying some stationery and drawing some headcanons today so i wanna INFODUMP!

the name mnemotechnique caught my attention immediately. one of my favourite brands of notebook has a similar name - maruman mnemosyne - i can only assume that this is a reference to the brand name. (coincidentally this supports my fountain pen headcanon as these books are some of my favourite paper to use fountain pens on!!) btw! mnemosyne is the goddess of memory, and mnemotechnique is the french word for mnemonics; the practice of making things easier to remember via patterns!

this reference is supported by the ring binding on the item icon in game, and the fact that it’s one of the more affordable ~nice~ notebook brands out there.

it looks like a bit more is going on in the game artwork though. it’s somewhat bigger than A6 compared to that pen, even in the overworld model. (lets just blame the fact that its *slightly* bigger on that no one actually need bother with that level of detail. a book much bigger than a6 in a breast pocket is just too heavy. it’d pull on his jacket too much), and there’s that weird metal thing on the top. i’m imagining the art people were trying to get it to match harry’s ledger. we could assume kim’s notebook has a binder clip accessory?

the inside of the cover is yellow, which is very similar to mnemosyne’s traditionally yellow endpapers, which further cements the mnemosyne reference:

the official merchandise is a book that is similar to a moleskine or a leuchtturm journal, the blue cover matches the overworld model. im inclined to think this is simply because of ease of manufacturing these styles of book, it’s even a more default A5 size instead of the smaller A6 it should be.

my little tiny thesis to gather all of these facts in a satisfying manner to me is as such: he has a ring bound notebook, real world equivalent being the mnemosyne, but with a jacket similar to a hobonichi:

this covers the extra details like the two pen clips and the possibility of tucking away some accessories like the binder clip. on top of that it makes a lot of sense, considering a notebook cover is strong, protects a notebook that can easily be filled up and swapped out, and also has little pockets inside which of course are very handy. he’d like that.

sorry for the long post i just am having an autismbrained day and i love stationery so much. my blorbo has my favourite notebook and im making you all know it

[pparadiselost]

Hello, if im not bothering you can you write about oliver aiku? I love him sm

good cop, bad cop.

oliver aiku x fem reader oliver has a thing for play pretend. warning(s): nsfw, corrupt cop x criminal dynamic, roleplay, blowjob, sexual transaction minors do not interact.

“officer, i know i’ve been a baaaaaad girl,” your words roll off of your tongue in buttery waves, your voice hiking up a faux pitch. “but do you really have to punish me? i didn’t even misbehave that much…”

once in a blue moon, you have to admit that your dear boyfriend could come up with not-so-bad ideas. his brain only ever works when either sex or soccer are involved, but you’d be damned if his ideas weren’t good. they might be a bit basic, but you’d also be lying if you said that dressing up and doing a little lewd roleplay didn’t get you excited too.

the slutty prisoner costume he got for you is a bit tight against your body, but the stretchy material clings to your skin and makes it so that you can’t hide any of your curves from oliver’s wandering eyes. you couldn’t even get the zipper on the chest to go over your breasts fully, so you gave up, letting your tits almost tumble out of the whorish costume. it wasn’t like they’d stay covered up that long anyway, and you decided it was better to spare yourself the trouble of struggling to get it up all the way. a pair of plastic handcuffs clink against one of your wrists, hanging limply from your arm.

“shit… y’know how things are.” your boyfriend shrugs. his own costume is a cheap imitation of a police officer. it’s also a bit too small for his tall and built body, but just like you, he hasn’t bothered buttoning his shirt up all the way. his broad chest peeks through the undone front, and a sloppily done tie swings from his collar. a sloppy smile decorates his lips, and he tips up his hat a bit to get a better glimpse at you. “the law is the law, girlie. it wouldn’t be fair for me to let you off without punishment just ‘cuz you’re pretty.”

you pout, and you saunter a bit closer to oliver. you stick your lips out, making sure his eyes catch over the plump flesh of your mouth. you flutter your eyelashes coyly at him. “you think i’m pretty, officer? c’mon… surely there has to be something i can do to get out of trouble. i’d do anything, sir. anything.”

a twinge of warm pride flickers inside your chest. you think you’re doing a pretty good job at playing the role of the minx-like prisoner, willing to seduce your way out of trouble. oliver leans back in his seat, enough to make the front legs lift off the ground for a few moments. he pretends to mull it over, and he rubs at his eyes with one of his big hands. he’s also good at playing the role of the sleazy cop, pretending as if he’s split between choosing his vices or his honor, and you watch him with bated breath.

“anything, you say? can i hold you to that?” he laughs bitterly. he sits forward, letting the chair fall back onto the ground with a loud ‘thump.’ you swallow thickly.  the two of you both know how this roleplay is going to end, but you still want to appreciate the finer details in it. 

his mismatched eyes are honed onto your face. he had been mentally undressing you with his gaze for a long time now, the boyish glee in his eyes telling you that he was eating up your appearance. but now, that gleam in his eyes feels darker, more wanton, almost as if he’s placing the ball back into your court. 

the choice is for you to make.

you rub your thighs together exaggeratedly, and you lick your lips. you nod, bobbing your head up and down eagerly. your tits bounce alongside with your movement. “yes, officer! i mean it. i would do anything.”

your mouth waters in anticipation as oliver clicks his tongue, and the sloppy grin that appears on his lips only means one thing. he spreads his legs slightly, and with one hand, he starts to undo the belt buckle around his waist. with a few metallic clinks, it slides out of his hand and off of his body, landing on the ground without much fanfare. he gestures in between his legs, patting the inside of thighs.

“you know what to do. on your knees, sweetheart,” he purrs. you walk closer to him, sauntering over and making sure he gets a good look at your standing form. you sink down to your knees, and you sensually slide your hands up oliver’s thighs. a low groan bubbles up from the back of his throat, catching on his teeth as he lets out a deep exhale.

he has a perfect view of your tits from where he leans back, and he happily ogles at your chest. your hands ghost over his clothed crotch, humming to yourself when your fingers rub provocatively against the visible bulge. leave it to him to get this horny in an instant, and your cunt clenches weakly at the thought of his heavy, hung cock. oliver groans quietly when you continue to rub him through his police officer costume, but he doesn’t rush you. 

“shit, pretty girl… are you teasin’ me right now? you’ve got some nerve,” he chuckles. you smile up at him innocently, and you move your face closer to his tent. you place your cheek against his covered cock, and you coyly rub your face all over his dick. oliver throws his head back and lets out a moan, his breathing turning shallow as he dissolves into a fit of airy laughter.

but you know better than to let the control get to your head. after all, you’re nobody but a desperate inmate who needs a way out, and the best way to do that is to seduce the hedonistic officer in front of you and be on your merry way. you grip the zippers of his pants and carefully coax it down, making sure to take your time so that you could drive the man in front of you even crazier with desire.

his cock strains heavily against his boxers, practically begging to be freed and pleasured. your eyes widen with glee when you see how hot and big it is just for you. your core twists with arousal knowing that you can get him acting up in this way, and you continue to stroke him through his underwear.

“are you this hard already, officer?” you giggle, feeling his dick twitch through the thin fabric of his boxers. a small damp stain marks where his tip is, and you slip your fingertips under the waistline of his underwear. you don’t take his cock out just yet, and you trace a heart pattern into the skin of his waist, feeling his muscles and abs contract underneath your hands. “do you want me that badly, sir? my, i’m kind of flattered…”

“hah… i wouldn’t take it as a compliment just yet, sugar,” he breathes. his chest rises and falls, and he lifts his hand to tap his pointer finger against your cheek. “you haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“oh, i will, sir. i’m only taking my time. i’m not gonna be sloppy, especially if you’re doing me a favor.” your voice is sugary sweet, pitched into a girlish sing-songy tone that you know he loves. “nothing but the best for you, right?”

he gives a snort, and he nods in faux defeat. “‘m not one to argue with a pretty girl. work your magic then.”

you eagerly yank down the front of his boxers, and you guide his fully erect cock out into plain view. oliver hisses through his gritted teeth, sucking in a sharp inhale as the cool air hits his throbbing, hot length. you waste no time, and you purse your lips as you watch his dick twitch and spring to full length, the sheer girth and size making your stomach flip inside and out. gosh, oliver really did look like he was a sculpture of a greek god come to life.

you spit into your palms, lubricating your skin. you grip the base of his cock with both hands, and you lean in, blowing a gust of cold air against the sensitive tip. oliver gasps, his hips unconsciously bucking against your palm. 

“...fuck! fucking hell—you’re really testing me, girlie,” he mutters, the seedy grin on his mouth only widening. “man, i know you’re trying to get yourself out of a mess, but you’re really going to get in trouble for acting like that.”

“i know, sir. but i can’t help it. it’s just soooo much fun!” you giggle. you start stroking him with a steady but slow pace, making sure you cop a good feel of his mouth-watering size. you let one hand slide all the way to the top of his dick. you rub your palms down on his cockhead, and oliver stiffens under your touch, another guttural groan spilling from his lips. you continue jerking him off, letting your fingers rub all over his sensitive underside and over any prominent veins, and you don’t let your eyes wander from his face for even an instant.

you want to relish the little power you hold over him. you love seeing his expressions change, fully relinquishing himself to the feeling of your smaller hands wrapped around his big cock, enjoying the perverted feeling of playing such a corrupt role and taking advantage of his position to have his way with a girl as precious as you.

“do you like how i feel, sir?” you goad him slightly, picking up the pace. you’re pumping your hands up and down at a fairly moderate pace, and you squeeze him whenever your hands hit the base of his cock. you do your best to mimic the way your own cunt would feel when it’d be wrapped around him, trying to bring him closer and closer to his climax. his balls clench up when he feels your soft hands milking him. he feels so awfully selfish, but that kind of desperate guilt makes your handjob feel so much better.

 “yeah… feels great. but-,” his chest heaves, but before you can get too comfortable, he sits up slightly. he grabs the top of your head with just one hand, and he guides your face towards his heady cock. your eyes widen when he positions you to be perfectly eye level with his drooling slit, your hands frozen around his thick inches.

his tongue darts out from his mouth, and he drags it over his lips. he nudges you closer towards his cock, just until his tip presses up against your mouth, threatening to break past your lips. “-i feel like we can do a bit better than that.”

it doesn’t take a genius for you to figure out what exactly oliver wants. you part your lips and let your tongue out, and you lick tentatively at his tip. lavishing his cockhead with small, kitten licks, you gaze up at him with your eyes blown wide open. his grip on your hair tightens, but he doesn’t force you to take more of his cock in your mouth. you regain a bit of your courage, and you follow the heat that throbs in between your hips. 

“yeah, that’s it… use that naughty mouth of yours,” oliver urges you. you start pumping his cock again, and you take more of him into your mouth, letting the broad part of your tongue envelop his tip. you lick at his slit, pressing your tongue against it and moaning quietly when you can feel the taste of his pre-cum spread across your tastebuds. it’s salty and noxious against your mouth, yet it makes your head spin with desire. he’s just so manly, and feeling his cock pushing and straining against your mouth does something to your body. 

you close your lips around his width, and moving your hands in tandem, you start to suck on the top part of his cock. you swirl your tongue around his length, making sure to generously coat his sensitive organ with your spit. you want your mouth to be everything oliver likes: warm, tight, and wet, just like your tight pussy. oliver keeps moaning, and his noises urge you to keep going. you want him to feel good. he’ll definitely make it worth your while if you do.

“shit, fuck- fuuuuuck- yeah, right there, pretty-,” he groans. you whimper when he tugs at your hair. the sting makes your eyes tremble, but you hold your ground and take more of him in your mouth. you swear you’ve only put about half of his cock into your cheeks, and yet you can feel him easily hitting the back of your throat. you pump the rest of him with your hands, working in rhythm to stimulate the feeling of thrusting into you. 

he laughs again, his voice hoarse. you shift your hips, suddenly aware of how empty your cunt feels. you want his thick rod ramming into your walls. you want his cock to fuck your brains out.

“y’know, if the whole ‘sleep your way out of prison’ thing doesn’t work, i really wouldn’t mind having a thing like you around- god knows i could use blowjobs like these more often…” he tries to shove your face down a bit further, and you clench your eyes shut as your hands shift, inviting more of his dick into your tight mouth. 

you’re being so sweet and obedient to him. your breathing is constricting, and you have no choice but to fully focus on regulating your airflow through your nose. you hollow out your cheeks. he’s starting to invade your throat, and it takes everything in you not to gag on his cock. you want to treat him well, to make him proud, to show him that you can take it.

he whistles softly, guiding your face with your hair to set up the rhythm that he likes. “there we go. there’s my pretty girl. keep up with me, yeah?”

your mouth feels fucking heavenly around him. you’re clearly struggling, torn between picking your own comfort or pleasuring him, and it makes oliver go wild. his stomach swirls and pounds with arousal, and he keeps clenching his abs, fully savoring the lewd feeling of your tongue and mouth drooling around him. he could get this scene tattooed on him somewhere, to show you off on his body forever. your throat won’t stop constricting around his girth, and every time you shakily swallow, it’s like you’re sucking him in even further.

his hips wantonly thrust against your shaking hands and mouth, and you choke around him. strings of drool escape the corner of your mouth, your jaw locking place as you struggle to accommodate entirely to his obscene size. lewd squelching fill your ears as oliver fucks your mouth, and in your own confused stupor, you still manage to do your best for him. you sloppily slide your tongue all over his cock, sucking and drinking up everything he’s willing to give you like it’s a sugary aphrodisiac. 

all of your senses are forcibly overwhelmed by him, and you love it. what little resistance your hands can put up against him yanking you down towards his crotch and him thrusting into you does nothing to spare you. he grits his teeth, grunting more like an animal than a human, as he fucks your mouth. his pace picks up quickly, and he’s beginning to manhandle you.

“hah- take it all into your mouth, pretty. don’t be fucking shy- i know what you’re capable of. show this bad cop here how desperate you are, wont’cha? yeah—lemme break in that throat of yours, teach you how to suck cock properly-,” his eyes glimmer with a kind of feral possessiveness that makes you shiver with heat, “that way you can actually learn how to pleasure a man. that brings me to two favors for you, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his cock, pushing against his hips as he bucks wildly into your mouth. hot tears cling to your eyelashes, threatening to spill over your waterline. you must look so, so crazy right now, with your hair all disheveled and your face crumpling to the sexual whims of your boyfriend. the affection that brews in his eyes is tinged with something poisonous and addictive, and it makes you salivate even more than you already are. 

his cockhead continues pounding into the back of your throat, making all of your senses recoil and grimace. but you want him to keep going, to force the shape of your esophagus into that of his cock, to exist for nothing but him. it’s a bit simple and a bit foolish, but stupidity be damned, it was hot.

his balls keep pressing up against your chin, and his pubes tickle your nose. he’s gripping onto your hair for dear life, maneuvering you more like you were a sex toy than a girlfriend, and the wild and sloppy pace has you seeing stars. his cock won’t quit twitching and burying itself as deep as it can into your mouth. 

“fuck- fuck…! jesus fucking christ, fucking god-,” his grip on you is blindinly painful, but you like it. the pain grounds you as he abuses your throat. “gonna fucking cum, princess- you’re gonna swallow it all, you hear? yeah, guzzle down all of my cum, swallow it like you can’t live without it.”

so he’s close. you brace yourself, his full balls smacking against your mouth and chin, stained with drool and precum and all the other nasty things he’s doing to you. you’ve lost your ability to think properly a long time ago, your thoughts clouded over with just oliver. your cunt beats with pleasure at the idea of drinking down his cum, the cum that should have been filling up your empty pussy instead. but this isn’t too bad; it’s still all yours for the taking. you can work with that. 

“yeah- swallow it all, you bad, bad girl-!” 

his cock convulses deep against the confines of your gullet, and you nearly choke when you feel the spurts of hot, sticky cum filling up your throat and windpipe. you get to work trying to gulp it down, feeling it invade and force itself down your esophagus while coating the insides of your cheeks. you swallow and swallow the best you can, feeling the loss of air getting to your head. cum seeps out from your stretched lips, and it spills down your exposed chest, pooling in your lap and staining your glistening tits.

oliver weakly lets you go, collapsing with a huff back into his seat. you slump over yourself, barely grounding yourself. oxygen finally floods your deprived lungs, and you cough ungracefully as you take in shaky inhales. you wipe half-hazardly at your face, trying to clear it of the tears, snot, spit, and semen all over your lips and chin. your vision is blurry, but you know it’ll come back to you soon so you stay put as you are.

“oh fuck…! are you alright?” oliver’s gentle voice breaks you of your thoughts. he’s the first to break character. 

you lift your head, seeing your boyfriend sitting up from his half-laying-half-seated position on his chair. he looks spent; his police officer costume is also stained with cum, and his softening cock lays limply across his crotch. sweat dots his brow. his features are far gone, still hazy from his climax, yet they hold the same boyish affection he reserves only for you.

you swallow again, your stomach swirling dangerously when you continue to taste his sticky cum coating your tongue. “i’ll live. you’ve been rougher with me before.”

he raises an eyebrow, and he wolf-whistles at you. you scoff at him, but you don’t stop the smile that blossoms on your fucked-out face. leave it to him to make you laugh like that right after fucking your face without any regards to your well-being. the duality makes you weak in the knees, and if you had the stamina for it, you’d suck his dick like that again in a heartbeat. 

“so, I take that to mean that you’re still up for some more?” as if he read your mind, he offers up a suggestion to you. you wipe at the cum that’s starting to dry on your chest, shooting him a curious look.

you could do one of two things. you could nip this in the bud right here and now, end this roleplay session and go clean yourself up in the bathroom. you could ask your boyfriend to open up his wallet for you and order you some nice take-out for the night, and you could turn on a sappy romance movie on the tv and cuddle up with him for a laidback date night. your tired mouth muscles rejoice at the thought of it, and your heart swells with affection.

but that’s so fucking boring—your entire lower half of your body, the part that crawls and writhes and demands relief from the arousal you’ve been ignring this whole time, would never be satisfied with an easy alternative. you want to be ravished, want this corrupt officer to take advantage of the prisoner that’s running out of options, to mold your body against the needs of your boyfriend.

“why, officer?” you quip back. the title makes oliver’s grin stretch even wider, clearly thrilled that you’re willing to play along. you make a show of licking your lips again, to lap up any of his cum that you might have missed. “was that not enough for you? should i try something else? jeez, wasn’t a pretty girl giving you a blowjob enough to convince you? …ugh, fine. tell me what you want me to do.”

“feeling a bit feisty still, eh? i could work with that—yeah, a little more lovin’ would be really nice,” he whispers. his features are clouded over with a newfound lust towards you. he gestures for you to move in closer, and you scoot towards him, letting him lean down and cup your face. he hooks his fingers underneath your soiled chin, tilting your face up so that your gaze locks with his. you hold your breath as he makes sure you can’t look away or even escape from him. you muster up the best doe-like eyes you can, softening your gaze and making yourself more inviting that you already are, only for him. your boyfriend simply lets out a throaty chuckle, “so that’s one hole down, sugar. whaddya say about letting mr. bad cop have a try at the other ones?”

KINKTOBER 2023—le premier jour.

[natjennie]

I don't understand how they made a character as perfect as edward teach. the combination of the writing and the casting and the improvising. he's the character of all time. he's blackbeard. he attacked a spanish naval ship to save someone who told him to suck eggs in hell because he thought it was interesting. he has a collection of random skulls and leather knickknacks and bones and metal spikes and shit in his captain's cabin. he wears a fun little purple crop top with his cropped, one-armed leather jacket. his tattoos include a beautifully detailed bird across his sternum, thematically poignant winding tentacles, and a blob-y stick-figure lookin mermaid. he hurls furniture off the ship to shoot at with the cannons. he strapped a knife to a turtle and made it fight a crab. he commandeered a french vessel to have dining etiquette lessons, and when one of his hostages was racist, he told his crew member to skin him with a snail fork and tie him to something heavy to throw overboard. he was going to shoot a whole boat full of aristocrats for being passive aggressive. he loves marmalade and takes his tea with seven sugars. he is depressed. he's autistic and adhd coded out the wazoo. he hates nature. he threatened his crush to make him stab him during a sparring match. he feeds people their own toes. he plans elaborate works of theater to confuse and frighten his enemies, including making sexy poses in the fog. he has a piece of red silk from his childhood that he keeps in his breast pocket as a reminder that he deserves fine things. he killed his dad and lies to people about it being a kraken attack. he switched clothes with his crush the first day he met him, then paraded around on deck and did a funny little flourish in his new fancy clothes. he is everything to me.

[jokeringcutio]

Joker's New Girl - Joker x Reader (SMUT)

(Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Summary: Reader is dressing up nicely to match her boyfriend, Joker. He approves, they get a bit of intercourse going on, and J swears to take revenge on the ex who treated Reader badly.

Fandom(s): Joker/Marvel & Black Phone (2022) Pairings: Joker x Reader (Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Rated: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. Reader Curses. Reader got the hots for J, mention of past relationship/bad treatment(kidnapping)/reference to the insomnia fic with the Grabber)/Implied Reader being badass/ Implied Grabber is Murderer and J is unaware.

The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise in the modern factory where you stood. Everything around you gleamed with cleanliness, not a speck of dust to be found. You felt both out of place and perfectly at home as you began to slip into your new costume.

It was colorful, designed to be both provocative and playful. The tight corset hugged your curves, its vibrant hues of red, green, and yellow contrasting sharply with the white lace that adorned it. Skintight thigh-high stockings followed, patterned with bright diamonds, each one shimmering as you moved. Over these, you donned a short, flouncy skirt that barely covered your hips, teasing glimpses of bare skin just above the provocative leggings beneath.

"I just want to look good for him," you murmured, examining your reflection in the polished metal surface nearby. The revealing cut of the costume, combined with the playful clownish design, felt both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

As if summoned by your words, the Joker appeared in the doorway, his green eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. You froze, heart pounding in your chest, as he drawled, "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your lips curled into a smile, warmth spreading through you at his approval. He sauntered over, green hair catching the light overhead, the red of his suit a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beneath his seemingly playful demeanor.

"Really?" you breathed, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail of your new attire.

"Absolutely," he purred, closing the distance between you. His hands found your waist, fingertips dancing along the exposed skin just below the hem of the costume. You shivered at his touch, aching for more.

"So I did good?" you asked, seeking further validation from the man who had become your entire world. “We match now?”

His laughter bubbled up, sudden and unexpected, but you knew it wasn't genuine amusement – it was his unique way of expressing emotion, part of the Pseudobulbar affect he suffered from.

"Darlin', we already match in so many ways,” the last few words came out as a hoarse rasp, his voice dark and seductive. "But I like this. You fit right in my twisted little world."

You sighed in relief, a thrilling shiver running down your spine as his hands traced the lines of your costume, fingers lingering on the lace and satin. You hardly noticed how he started to undo the laces of your corset, loosening it up.

"Thank you," you whispered, words barely audible over the roar of the machinery around you. But he heard, somehow, and grinned that wicked grin of his, green eyes alight with fire.

"Anything for you, my love," he said, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your body, slipping beneath the fabric to cup your breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned with an intensity you'd never known before.

You met his gaze, emerald eyes full of desire and madness. The moment hung heavy in the air, a smoldering ember threatening to ignite a raging inferno. Your heart thundered in your chest, your breath hitched as you looked up into Joker's piercing green eyes, full of desire and madness.

His hands lingered on your skin, the corset loose enough that it slid down to your hips. But he kept his hand still, cupping your breasts, thumbs upon your nipples. An agonizing pose.

Because you wanted more.

"Mister J," you purred, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "I want you. Now."

His eyes widened for a split second before clouding with lust. "My pleasure, dear," he growled, his voice husky and low.

In an instant, he had you pressed up against the cold, metal wall of the factory, roughly palming your breasts until he drew a moan from your lips. You threw your head back, basking in the bliss of his touch while his nipples finally stroked and pinched past your skin. Your nipples tweaked and desire spread like a hot liquid inside your abdomen.

Joker’s lips curled like a grin against your skin, smearing red paint past the sensitive skin of your neck, covering your pulse in dabs of fake blood.

You felt his hands tugging at the remnants of your clothes. The sound of fabric rustling filled your ears, mingling with the distant hum of machinery and barely registered the chill against your exposed skin because he distracted you, his lips moving up your neck and cheek until they found yours. The kiss hard and demanding.

"More," you panted, consumed by the flames of your desire. Joker obliged, his hands exploring every inch of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He flipped your skirt, pulling your panties aside with an audible tear. You knew they had not survived the action, the lace ripped apart.

Oh well, you’d buy new ones. His fingers dipping into your awaiting wet cunt was more than enough to make up for the loss of your underwear. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his red coat while you gasped, begging him for more and ‘right there’, spurring him on.  His fingers dug into your flesh, claiming you as his own.

"Mine," he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine because he sounded so possessive. You nodded, wordlessly urging him on, your fingers already doing a little dance between your bodies to uncover him from his confinement. His flesh pulsed hot and heavy underneath your fingers, the skin flushed and head an angry purple, dripping at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

He was ready.

You tried to lean forward to take him into your mouth, but a lean hand stopped you by pressing against your bare chest, fingertips brushing deliberately past your nipples once again. You looked up at him, giving him a questioning look, only to meet his smoldering stare.

Wordlessly, he pushed you back up against the metal of the machinery – the metal no longer cold. He hitched your legs around his waist, pressing himself against you. Your world narrowed to the sensation of his cock as it slowly stretched your walls, him filling you – a perfect fit that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck," you cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. You could feel the grin against your neck, felt his hips snap a little harder against your own.

He set a punishing pace, driving into you with a ferocity that made your vision blur. So deep, so good. You could hardly remember ever having been plowed this good before, feeling his cockhead deep inside, the strokes of throbbing flesh stretching your narrow walls and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

All that existed was the two of you, locked together in a dance of passion and primal need.

"J.. please..." you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you. He responded with a feral grin, his thrusts increasing in intensity until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.

You were seeing stars, the feeling inside of you building up to something strong and eruptive. An orgasm waiting to happen, a really good one. You bit your lip but a moan still managed to escape, licking your suddenly dry lips afterwards while your hips tried to meet his. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock while you fisted the fabric of his coat, hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’m gonna come,” you managed to bring out, pussy pulsing wild around his cock, already in the process of milking him dry.

The only thing you were aware of was how his cock hit you deep inside. Each thrust another reminder of how everything felt so fucking good. You would orgasm soon.

As you crashed over the edge, you felt him follow, his own release claiming him with the same ferocity that had claimed you. Your body shook, little tremors racked through it as you came down from your bliss, hearing Joker’s laughter in your ear.

In the aftermath, you clung to each other, breathing heavily. Joker cradled your face in his hands, then pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

The cool air of the factory caressed your sweat-slicked skin as Joker slowed his movements, still buried deep inside you. You felt the tender brush of his lips against your forehead, a surprising contrast to the heated passion that had consumed you moments before.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern etching lines across his painted face.

"Better than okay," you murmured, running a hand through his now disheveled green hair. "That was... incredible."

He grinned at you, a genuine, warm smile that seemed almost out of place on the face of Gotham's most feared villain.

He helped you to your feet, steadying you as your legs threatened to buckle beneath you. His hands were gentle as he smoothed your skirt until it hid your core once more. He was taking his time to make sure you looked presentable, fastening buttons, helping you with the laces of your corset, and straightening seams until you looked presentable once more.

"Perfect," he declared, admiring his handiwork.

You smiled back at him, grateful for the care he had shown you in the aftermath of your intimate encounter. Joker may have been a monster to some, but to you, he was everything.

"Knowing I have just been inside of you is the icing on the cake," he grinned, his jealous streak showing through by his words and the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let others gawk at you and know that I am the only one who can ever have you.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, his chest heaving as the remnants of your passionate encounter still lingered in the air. His eyes, usually so full of mischief and malice, were now clouded with jealousy.

"Mine," he said through gritted teeth as a memory rose to the front of both his mind as well as yours. “I’ll forever protect you from the likes of him,” and he didn’t need to say the man’s name for you to know who he meant. Your ex. Albert Shaw. The magician's name left a bitter taste in his mouth so he opted to never say it. "That cheap knockoff clown who dared to call himself your boyfriend."

You shuddered at the mention of your ex, Denver's Grabber. You hadn’t known it at the time when you had started dating him. But you found out when he had thrown you in his basement after you tried to break up with him.

A sadistic monster who preyed on innocence. But that was something Joker didn't need to know about – not yet, anyway. Or he would question how you escaped him.

And you were not ready to talk about that yet.

"I'll make him pay for what he did to you, love,” Joker’s words were harsh, his expression even harsher. “No one hurts my girl."

"Hey," you said softly, lifting your hand to gently stroke Joker's cheek. "At least you put me to bed with a bedtime story and don’t fuck me to sleep,” like that bastard had done.

The corners of Joker's painted lips twitched into a menacing grin, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "You're right, doll," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You're mine now, free from that sorry excuse for a man. And I always protect what’s mine… fiercely. "

"Only yours," you agreed, feeling a thrill course through your veins at the possessive tone in his voice.

"Damn right," Joker murmured, his green eyes seeking yours. You felt you could get lost in their green depths, swirling around for all eternity in a sea of deep emotions.

“I love you, J,” the words came out as easily as breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling when he dipped his head forward, making it easier for you to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was sweet and full of promise. You had found the love of your life; he stood right here, willing to take you along on this journey through life.

Together, you would face whatever darkness lay ahead, side by side and heart to heart. ~ ~~ Masterlist - Request Box -  Support me on Ko-Fi ~~

[savorypink]

mickey i have a rather unusual request to make lol my birthday is coming up (it's this friday - very insightful to be born on women's day) and i know i'm going to have a shitty day because i'm going to work all day and i still have to go to uni at night 💀

anyway, i just know that one of the only things that can improve my day is a blurb of al and bling fucking on his motorcycle because they never did it yet (since sweetener is in the late sias era, my dream is to fuck with him on top of that motorcycle) 🥺

happy birthday anon! 🎂💗

the tune of your boots clicking against the asphalt is harmonious. you purposefully elongate the melody, knowing your lover is in earshot to savor each sound as he watches you approach, almost in a dream-like trance. your hips sway like a metronome, the curve-hugging leather of your mini-skirt quietly rustling as you exit the gas station store, a slushie keeping your hand and mouth occupied.

the details of your figure are prominent beneath the leather of your jacket, the silver zipper of your all-black getup glistening under the gas station's lights. your aura dizzies his head; it almost doesn't seem real, even as you stand beside him.

you slurp away at your drink with your head on alex's shoulder, a tender gesture that reminds him that you are—in fact—real. he finishes his cigarette with a long drag before tossing it to the ground and crushing it beneath his boot. alex rests his head against your own, your warmth and the fruity scent of your shampoo are familiar comforts—all real comforts.

"where to next?" you ask.

"wherever you wanna go." he kisses your head, allowing his arm to snake around your middle.

you set your drink on the ground before walking towards the bike. "take me home then." you shove your icy hands into your pocket. "it's freezing."

"you don't think your outfit is to blame for that?" alex grins.

"i was dressing for the occasion," you chuckle, cupping his warm face in your cold hands. your thumbs graze his pale cheeks as color begins to fill them. "don't act like you don't love it."

"oh, i do." he muses, placing both hands on either side of your hips. "i don't have to act either."

"then don't. show me."

alex's fingers linger along your hips before he sits on the motorcycle again, patting the space he made available for you to sit in front of him. once you straddle the bike, you're surprised your skin could get any colder than it is now, your bare skin freezing against the leather saddle. alex sweeps you into a restless kiss when you connect with the seat; the sweet and slightly tart flavor of the cherry slushie you drank suddenly becomes more indulgent when stuck to your tongue. hooking your fingers in the loops of his jeans, you yank him closer, letting his tongue dwell deeper into your mouth, emitting a hungry groan out of his throat.

his hands need to figure out where to begin, and having you seated on the bike doesn't allow much, either. alex fumbles with the zipper of your jacket, breaking the kiss once it's unzipped and your bare chest is in view, your body jewelry shimmering in the moonlight. his kisses are rough along your neck as he kneads your breasts, gently tugging and twisting your piercings.

you moan as you grind your hips into the seat while his hands work you, digging your manicured nails into his leather-clad shoulder, surely leaving marks in his jacket. Alex pulls your skirt up and grins as you shudder, your unclothed core gushing underneath the frigid air.

"no wonder you're cold." he turns on the gopro mounted in the center of the bike's handlebars. "i ought to spank you for that."

he'll save that for the next video.

you dip backward to rest against the cool metal of the gas tank, holding both handlebars to steady yourself. you hiss as alex slides two cold digits into your wet, warm walls, gripping the handles tighter as his nimble fingers pump in and out of you in a delightful rhythm. his thumb flicks at your clit while his fingers continue thrusting; your hips hover over the seat as your bliss intensifies.

your slick dribbles onto the leather of the bike's seat as you needily roll your hips against his fingers, entirely at his mercy. His fingers come out of you with a squelch, and you whine, continuing to roll your hips against the chilly air; you want something.

the clanking of his belt coming undone makes your cunt swell as he teasingly drags the tip of cock between your soaked, warm folds. your grip on the handles becomes vicious as his cock finally slips inside your aching walls, your toes curling in bliss beneath the sole of your boots. your moans and alex's rapid pants are visible in cloudy puffs in the night sky as his hips collide with yours over and over, your breasts bouncing softly with each delicious snap of his hips.

the humming of cars on the side of the road sends your heart into rapid spasms, the headlights of vehicles visible in tiny, glossy specks of your blurred vision. you break into a warm sweat, and your hands grow clammy as alex's thrusts get more desperate and deeper, the coarse hair lying above his cock drumming against your clit, sending small, lovely buzzes throughout the sensitive bud. alex's hands grip either side of your hips, almost hard enough to bruise the silky skin.

"there's no way we're allowed at this gas station anymore," he chuckles. one of his hands leaves your hips to point to the security camera hoisted above the parking lot's brick wall. "look."

as you rise to glimpse at the camera behind you, alex hauls you into his lap, his hands cupping your ass before giving the flesh a harsh spank.

"let's give 'em a show, pretty girl."

your arms snake around his neck as he guides your hips up and down his cock, a familiar warmth brewing in your belly as his tip slams against your g-spot repeatedly. his nails begin to dig into the skin of your hips when you feel his cock spasm inside you, hot droplets of his forthcoming release spilling onto the seat. you harshly bite marks into his neck as your walls close around him for the final time. alex follows in your tracks, holding your hips in place as he spills inside you, your once-frozen body now hot with sweat and the warm, stickiness of his release fuzzing your pounding chest.

as alex pants away in your ear, you notice a figure slowly making its way toward the both of you. you recognize their clothing, the red and yellow colors of the gas station's logo printed along the collar of their shirt. also, are they holding a broom? you tap on alex's shoulders as the figure becomes clearer, swiftly zipping your jacket and hoping your boyfriend sees the growing panic in your eyes.

you feel the bike tilt as alex kicks up the bike stand, the feeling of angry eyes seeping into his sweaty back and his brain finally picking up on your nervous movements. he turns the keys in the ignition, roaring the engine as you two make it out of the parking lot by the skin of your teeth.

your panic washes away in turn of relief as the large wheels of the bike ride smoothly against the road. You smile to yourself and kiss alex’s cheek, your brows raising when you remember that you may be forgetting something.

"wait! my slushie!"

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Pls tell me König doesn't discriminate based on titty size 💔

Not at all. Big or small, he loves them. He thinks they're fascinating 👀 I could go into detail, but, you know. He really likes softness, even if he at first might come across as the type of guy who just wants to squeeze cold metal and workout every other day to maintain a strong, hard body.

Truth is he loves soft beds and his beloved's soft voice, her soft skin and breasts. Likes to cup her ass and lift her from the ground an inch or two while she's hugging him. Things like that 💕🤍

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA LOOKS CHIC IN BALMAIN F/W24

She's alive! Lady Gaga enjoyed a low-key dinner date with her man at Nobu in Malibu last night, where she was later seen exiting through the kitchen.

She cut a glamorous display in an oversized black leather trench coat, adorned with golden snail seashell buttons, an off-the-runway piece from Balmain's Fall/Winter 2024 collection – which was a love letter to creative director Olivier Rousteing's hometown in Bordeaux.

Balmain's leather designer, Stanislas Vandenberge, was kind enough to whisper to me that Gaga's coat is a lovechild from two coats which were displayed on the menswear and womenswear runways.

The oversized golden snail seashell earrings with cystals also hail from the collection.

"One thing I'll always associate with Bordeaux's grapes, cuisine and gardens is the beautiful escargot. My team and I have found several unexpected ways to include the snail shell's mesmerizing spirals inside this collection, including coiled stitching, a golden metal breast plate and a wide array of coquille-inspired buttons, jewels and ornaments." says Rousteing.

I love Gaga's devotion to owning endless shades in her favorite style - cat-eye.

Here, she's donning the Gentle Monster Vis Viva 01 black acetate sunglasses with silver metal details ($340.00), which part oft their 2023 collection.

Shop:

Gentle Monster "Vis Viva 01" Sunglasses ($340.00)

Gaga is also carrying a re-issued version of the Marc Jacobs Fall/Winter 2005 Stam quilted black leather bag ($995), which was one of the most popular bags during the early 2000s!

Shop:

Marc Jacobs Little "Stam" Bag ($995.00 - pink version)

Lastly, Gaga rocked her signature sky-high Flamingo-1020 black vinyl platform boots from Pleaser.

[maliciousalice]

Hii Do you have a fave Janeway out-of-uniform look?

Ohh this is such a hard choice! There are so many reasons I like her out of uniform-- A lot of the time it's because we get to see who she is behind the veil. That couldn't be more apparent than in Resolutions, she flirts, explores and relaxes while she struggles to maintain her identity. She has like, 5 costume changes in that episode, albeit modest in design, they are quite revealing in a sub-textual way. Funnily enough, I actually would like to catalogue each time she is out of uniform and break down how it relates to the narrative etc. I sometimes ponder about the choices that have been made with hair and costume. We don't actually know much besides a few articles and scattered pieces of media--Most behind the scene information is about set design, which in it's own right is cool, but sometimes feels like it’s highlighted due to the male audience and as a result the other artists aren't valued enough. In theory, I'd like to uplift them because their efforts transform the lack frontal, narrative-body of some characters- we consequently learn things such as the fashion of the era, character’s states of mind, setting, etc, simply through what they are wearing– Do I dislike that? No. Because I understand the format of Star Trek is limited by the nature of being a 24 episode per season show. Sometimes things appear rushed or incomplete but if you look in the right direction, the work that was produced is just as rich as most shows, if not more. For the most part don’t think audiences appreciate the conditions that this show was made under.

The whole show has certainly been more impactful on the cultural zeitgeist than others and I think the reason for that success goes beyond the surface level- It’s not just a simple miracle that it works as well as it does, talented teams of actors, writers and people in costume all combined their skills together to forge it. They did the best they could with what they were given, and I appreciate the costume designers and writers for attempting to provide some semblance of substance in the background. (On another note I wish Paramount had archived their costumes better. Evil that we only get high resolution photography when they're selling them to someone's private collection)

However, to answer your actual question, my favourite out of uniform stint is when Captain Janeway is modified to look like a Klingon in the Killing Game! The disguise worked so well for me that I didn't recognise her on my first watch through.

Interestingly in the brief scene with brainwashed Janeway, we see an acting side of Kate's that is pretty rare. She delivered a unique and entertaining performance. While she has had to get physical on a few occasions as Janeway, and even other roles, she has never had to go full feral mode and I love seeing her in a way that is untethered from all of herself, she yells, bares her teeth, barrels into others, and does somersaults without hesitation. It's delightful choreography, and It immediately makes us question what is going on. Who is this? Can’t possibly be our well-adjusted hero, because whoever this is, is brazenly-fierce and in Klingon attire! But yes we find out it is indeed her, arguably a repressed version of her mind but regardless Janeway is completely transformed both physically and mentally, and that’s shockingly fun. 

Lending to that idea of fun, is the juxtaposingly detailed presentation of the Klingon costume versus the Starfleet uniform. I love the overall shapes, matte qualities contrasting with the metal details, the decorative line-work that leads the eye around, and materials such as swinging chains and fur, that make it look good in motion. From what I’ve seen there is a difference in the female and male armour, with the breast plating and bodice design. The armour’s bulky top half with its shoulder pads deliver a signature look, and it looks great against the simplified bottom. Considering Klingon’s do a lot of close combat, my guess is that it’s design is more about manoeuvrability, and boasting intimidation, rather than heavy defence. Ironically after all that ducking and dodging, ho ho Janeway gets stabbed for leaving her guard down. If I looked, I am sure I could find something to back that up, since Klingons have extremely dedicated lore. 

The makeup on Janeway is really neat too, the orange tones they used on her face make her crystalline eye colour dramatically pop. There is also a delicious parallel to her styling and B'Elanna's mother from Barge of the Dead in the episode that I quietly indulge in BUT I DIGRESS.

Despite the unusual circumstances, I wish we had more photography done of Kate in the unique costumes she wore beyond a few on set pictures, because I want to ogle at a more editorial/detailed press presentation of each one and I believe that everyone should treasure all versions of Janeway.

Blah Blah Blahhhh haha

I feel a little vulnerable spreading my thoughts around but I really appreciate you asking me about them and getting me out of my shell <333.

[becausesomething]

Chapter 12 - In love

warning: nsfw, carnal sex, oral sex, squirt!ng, swearing

It was nice to wake up next to Eriss, she felt like a sleeping angel despite constantly moving, but you couldn't be upset against her cute, disheveled face. From the day we declared ourselves, I was forced to stay in bed for another three or four days, but she barely left my side and was constantly caressing me.

It was still early in the morning, but I needed to get out of that room and breathe some fresh air. I pick up the red coat from the side of the bed and drape it over my shoulders. Without a doubt, only having one arm made a lot of things difficult, but luckily for me, it was just a matter of creating a metal extension.

-Where are you going? Come back to bed. - fuck, I woke up Eriss.

-I can't go back to sleep, I need some fresh air.

-Stay, I no longer feel weak.

Before he could stop her, Eriss had already gotten up and went to put on a light blue robe with white flowers, leaving it open.

The night was pleasant, the sky was full of stars, and a cool breeze that smelled of heat made the candles swell. She leans on her chest, continuing to look out at the vast ocean.

-Why didn't you ever tell me that you also liked women?-Fear of judgment, of prejudice.

She turns around, hiding her face in my chest.

-I have a dark side Kid.

-We all have a princess. I would never judge you, you are free to be the woman you want to be

I lift his head and give him a kiss on the forehead. But she let out a mischievous smile and she couldn't wait any longer, she needed to feel those lips on mine.

....

She walked around the room, just in a long black t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun, and the choker she had given her.

-How long do you intend to stay in my room? I already told you that I feel much better, I don't need a babysitter.

-But what if for some reason one of the wounds opens and I'm not around? Or if you feel bad? Or are you fed up with me?

-Come here. I'm not fed up, I'm just reassuring you that I'm recovering well and you can stop constantly watching over me. Besides, it's getting difficult to resist you... - I take her by the hip and place her between my legs.

-I'm just worried and – I run my hand down your ass, passing over your thigh and getting closer to your intimacy – I'm not innocent, Kid.

She stops my hand and makes me lie down on the bed, placing herself on top of my lap. She looks me in the eyes and it was the first time I saw them shining with burning lust, she was becoming that excited tigress. Always careful with my injuries, she explores my torso and belly with her hands, seeming to memorize every detail. I give her a spank that makes her bite her lip and kiss me. Her small, delicate hands tangled in my hair, while our tongues battled to get to know each other better.

-Hit me, I want more. – she says that in a hoarse voice that makes my member start to throb just thinking about where that moment could come.

I increase the intensity of the spanking, while she unzips her pants and goes in search of my already hard member. Without wasting time, she begins a back and forth movement, sliding over me to get closer to him, while she doesn't look away from me. She runs her tongue over the head, while continuing with the same movement. When she felt me throb once again, she took me all in her mouth, making me let out a moan. Completely synchronized, her mouth wets me and her hands roam my length.

I grab her hair and pull her towards me, I had to save myself. She kisses me and helps me take off clothes that she was getting in the way of.

-I'll be on top, I don't want you to try too hard.

I still thought about stopping her, but the truth is that I wanted to appreciate that body, which was now mine. She runs down my member, damn how tight she was, but she was already so wet and warm. In less than a minute, she was quickly on top, almost jumping. I grab her breast and start playing with the nipple, making her moan and sigh. She pulls her head back, but I grab her hair and pull her towards me. I start to bite her neck and I see her body shrinking but then relaxing.

Damn, having only one arm hindered my plans, but I had to test my theory. I grab her breast and start to thrust deeper and faster, I let my hand slide down her body, digging my nails in, leaving marks.

-Crazy tigress, you're nothing innocent, right? – I pull her chin making her look at me. What I saw made me even more horny, that deep look bathed in pleasure and lust.

I bite her shoulder, leaving a mark. Still inside her, I turn her over and I'm on top. I run my nails over her body again and remove my member, making her snort. I approach her thighs and without mercy I begin to bite her, sinking my teeth in and finally giving her a light kiss. Her intimacy contracts and leaks even more. Without delay, I start licking every drop, she moans and grabs my hair. My tongue explores her, reading every twitch and movement, I find her hard clit and focus on it as I insert three fingers without fun.

-Fuck Kid, don't stop!

I quickly find the g-spot and begin a pulling movement while my tongue continues to play with the clitoris. I feel him getting even harder and I increase the intensity. She lets out a long moan and the bed starts to get completely wet.

That woman was going to be the death of me! How come I didn't realize sooner what was under my nose?I make her lick my fingers and I give her a kiss so she can taste it.-

On all fours, I want that ass stuck up for me.

With a naughty look and slowly she turns around. She was still able to tease me. I quickly thrust myself all the way inside her, thrusting harder and deeper. Her walls squeeze me tighter with each spank she receives. I scratch her back and pull her hair. I increase the pace until I am no longer able to contain myself. Our liquids mix, while she squeezes me even tighter.

She fits around my arm, avoiding my chest because of the injuries, and slides her fingers along the path that was free of bandages. I give him a kiss on the forehead.

-Eriss, were you ever some eccentric event in the underworld? – I feel her shrinking, avoiding looking at me. – You don't need to be afraid to answer.

-Yes, with Kimi. The truth is that my secret wasn't just her, but also my tendency to like reversing roles and the extreme nature of those parties

.I smile at her. I couldn't say I wasn't jealous of the woman who also belonged to her heart, but at that moment she was mine alone.

-I understand. Would you like to go with me next time? – Her eyes light up, once again, I feel her breathing stop for a few seconds while her heart beats even faster.