#as soon as I saw this outfit I had to draw it

[mandonan]

Congratulations Mr.Ghost.

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The AMAs treated him like shit, but man, did he handle it with grace. We are proud of you Tobias, your awards are well deserved.

Kind of late to finishing this, I work retail and Black Friday kicked my ass. So have a late AMAs Tobias🖤🖤

[scarymaaze]

marmar

[dragonroilz]

[tempii]

Yes he does the cooking and the cleaning 🧹

[apricotdeer]

LAGOONA 🌊🌺

[ladysqueakinpip]

i saw this freaking draw the squad prompt and you know i had to do it to ‘em

[jirachuuu]

☀️going on a summer date☀️

[a-strawbebie]

new sketcbook first page ft. marcille :3

[vvizardz]

they are but emo tbh's destined to be together 4evah.....

[vampstel]

Hi uhh have this doodle of my husband. Okay bye

[saintobio]

*๑♡՞ i, spy.

pairings. sylus, fem!reader tags. 1.5k wc, mild angst, suggestive ending, jealousy, petnames as usual (kitten, sweetie, baby doll), alcohol consumption, sylus being annoying lmao, loosely inspired by his immobilized memory

sylus can be very petty when he wants to be.

today’s weather was beyond freezing, and the view of the icy mountains in the arctic region stood tall over the hotel grounds where the hunter’s association team-building event was taking place. you had spent the entire day engaged in activities with your team, enjoying every moment, and your laughter mingling with the cheerful atmosphere. it had been awhile since you last went on a snowboarding trip with the rest of your hunter friends, so this day brought about just the perfect quality time to boost camaraderie amongst your team. 

unbeknownst to you, sylus, who had also chosen to stay at the same hotel, was watching from a distance. his red eyes, usually cold and calculating, were now burning with an intensity fueled by jealousy. you had been spending time with xavier, your interactions light and full of warmth, and sylus could barely contain his frustration as he saw how your colleague brought you hot chocolate and used his palms to warm your cheeks.

“tch.” sylus absently swirled his glass of whiskey, the ice making a faint clink as he observed you from the balcony of his room. “seems like a stray kitten has found a new companion.”

then, as the evening arrived, your group gathered for dinner and you were happily chatting with your team, completely unaware of the storm brewing behind the scenes (aka by a certain tall man with grayish hair and crimson eyes). the rest of your hunter friends eventually headed back to their own rooms after finishing their meals, while a couple others chose to spend more time at the hotel bar. your activity of choice for the night was also the latter, telling xavier that it was okay for him to head back to his room knowing how he had been fighting the drowsiness off for the last hour. 

meanwhile, sylus soon made his entrance at the bar, accompanied by a striking woman whose presence was impossible to ignore. her outfit was dazzling, and she seemed to be following sylus’s every command like a pet.

impossible! you thought, eyes widening in panic as soon as you saw the onychinus leader. if your hunter friends found out that the n109 boss was here, this hotel would turn into a battlefield in a heartbeat.  

yet sylus, completely unfazed, walked over to your area in the bar counter with the woman by his side. his smirk was barely concealed as he approached you. “i didn’t expect to see you here, kitten,” he said, his voice smooth and dripping with subtle menace. “i brought a friend along.”

you looked up, your heart sinking as you took in the sight of sylus’s companion. she was effortlessly glamorous with her sleek blonde hair and exquisite fur jacket, her every movement seemingly calculated to draw attention. however, despite her overflowing gorgeous exterior, sylus’s gaze was fixed on you. and the asshole was watching your reaction with an almost predatory intensity.

“oh, sylus,” you said in an attempt to sound casual. “what a surprise.”

“oh, certainly, kitten. and by the way, this is elara,” sylus introduced, gesturing to the woman beside him. “she’s been kind enough to accompany me this evening.”

elara gave you a warm smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. her partner, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the way her presence unsettled you as he took a seat next to her, deliberately placing her between the two of you. “nice to meet you!” 

“likewise,” you replied, shaking her hand and forcing a smile. 

“care to join us, miss hunter?” sylus said with a smirk, his eyes glinting as he watched you hesitate. his arm was draped casually around elara’s shoulders, and the sight made your stomach churn with a strange mix of envy and frustration. “elara and i are just about to get some drinks.”

“join us, please!” the woman next to him encouraged.

“uh, sure.” pressured by the situation, you gave a subtle nod, only to receive a gleam of satisfaction in sylus’s eyes.

this bastard! you didn’t like how his hand was lingering on her arm in a way that was meant to be seen. each laugh they shared, each touch, seemed designed to push you further into a pit of jealousy. and the way stupid sylus kept glancing at you, gauging your reaction, only made the situation more unbearable. that’s it, you silently snickered in your head, i should call him stupid sylus. 

you forced yourself to focus on your blue raspberry cocktail, trying to ignore sylus’s stupid blabbering while rushing to finish your drink. his actions were a blatant attempt to make you feel inferior, and it was working. it was definitely working. but you couldn’t lose your composure now despite him making sure to lavish attention on elara. every time he touched her back and her waist, you felt a pang of jealousy growing more and more intense by the second. it didn’t help that sylus’s presence was also a constant reminder of the way he could manipulate your emotions, and it was driving you to the edge.

“so,” sylus tapped his fingers on the counter, his voice low and intentionally provocative, “how’s your evening been, miss hunter?”

“fine,” you replied tersely, trying to mask the irritation and hurt simmering beneath the surface.

“just fine?” sylus asked, his smirk widening. “i thought you were enjoying yourself today. seeing you with your colleague was quite… interesting.”

“if you’re referring to xav—” you paused, remembering that xavier had a bounty in his head at the n109 zone and it was best to keep him out of conversations with sylus, so you decided to change the topic, “did you have mephisto report all my activities to you again?” 

him and his equally stupid bird. so annoying. 

“there’s no need for that, sweetie. you stick out like a sore thumb, so you’re not that difficult to spot.” he smiled as he talked, like he was having so much fun at mocking you. oh, he’s deliberately pushing my buttons! his actions were a cruel game meant to make you question your feelings and your place in his life. 

before you could retort, elara suddenly tugged his sleeve, focusing all of his misrouted attention back to her. “honey,” she spoke to him sweetly, “what drink do you recommend i should get next?” 

you rolled your eyes and turned away, the old man playing the piano now a much more interesting sight to look at compared to the two lovey-dovey couple next to you. but really, it was suffocating to be anywhere near sylus, and the only way to stop feeling all of these crazy emotions swirling inside of you was to not be around him. 

and so with that, finally, after what felt like an eternity, you excused yourself. but the walk back to your room was quickly interrupted by the figure of a six foot two man, his towering height preventing you from taking another step without his permission. “where do you think you’re going, kitten?” he asked, noticing the sourness in your expression that you tried so hard to conceal. 

“heading back,” you merely responded, trying to find an escape by pointing towards the opposite direction. “look over there, isn’t that luke and kieran?”

as soon as sylus turned his head, you made a swift beeline for the bar’s exit. you even sighed of relief as you managed to free yourself from his presence, now making your way through the empty halls of the hotel. unfortunately for you, sylus wasn’t one to let something like this go. so before you could even think of hiding and running away, he was already walking next to you—the frown on his face growing more pronounced as he grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearby elevator. 

“let go—!” you protested, wiggling your hands from his tight hold. “where ‘re you taking me?”

“my suite,” he muttered, pressing the button to the top most floor. “sleep in my room tonight.” 

you let out a loud, sardonic chuckle. “says who?” 

sylus, crossing his arms, looked at you with thin, furrowed brows. “your only choice is to obey me, kitten.” 

an exasperated sigh escaped your lips. “isn’t elara supposed to be with you?” you questioned, “you should bring her to your room, not me!” 

it was too late. because no matter how much you struggled against his iron grip, you were later pushed inside his presidential suite, the grandiose of his room stupefying you. the smell of red roses and wine was a relaxing aroma that continued to pull you inside. yet, before you can take another step, sylus was already pulling you by the waist, leaning in to crash his lips onto yours. 

at first you tried to push him off, but who were you kidding here? of course, you’d eventually melt into the kiss, allowing him to envelop his lips around yours, its soft and tender movements sending shivers down your spine. each kiss was a loud smooch echoing across the room.

“were you jealous?” he asked in a low voice, biting your lower lip and pulling only slightly away. “i don’t have that kind of relationship with elara. she’s just a staff member of mine that i asked to make you jealous.” 

“okay, and?” you frowned at his handsome face, hating how easily he could get under your skin. literally and figuratively. “the way you were still touching her was…” 

“your jealousy is showing, sweetie.” a smile of mischief crept up on sylus’s lips before he extended a hand to squeeze your ass. “and what about the way your male colleague doted on you all day, hm? had fun being treated like a princess by him?” 

“why do you care?” you asked, trying to sound indifferent despite the ticklish kisses he was trailing along your neck. “it’s none of your business who i talk to.”

“oh, it is my business, baby doll.” sylus’s smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, now unbuttoning his shirt and suggesting a very rough night ahead. “because i care about what i have. and right now, that’s you.”

[hemmingsleclerc]

News! ┃Charles Leclerc

The air in the paddock was filled with excitement as the news spread like wildfire. Charles and his girlfriend Y/N were expecting their first baby! For such a close community of drivers, this was more than just another announcement; It was cause for celebration.

Charles and Y/N had been together for years, and their relationship was known among drivers and their families. Y/N wasn't just Charles' girlfriend; She was a close friend to many in the paddock, and had been there through the ups and downs of the racing world as she had met Charles during his early days in racing, therefore, she also grew up with the other drivers such as max, pierre, alex or george.

When the news broke, congratulations came from all corners. Max, was one of the first to extend his best wishes to Charles. “Congratulations, mate! I can't wait to see the little leclerc at the races!" he exclaimed, clapping Charles on the back.

Lewis showed a wide smile as he approached the couple and hugged them emotionally. "This is incredible news, Charles! Parenthood is a completely new adventure. Y/N, you are going to be an incredible mother, I am so happy for you both and I wish you the best in this new era."

Even the older ones like Sebastian and Fernando couldn't contain their excitement. They offered their congratulations and exclaimed their best wishes to the couple.

But it wasn't just the drivers who were excited. The fans also exploded with joy. Social media was flooded with messages of congratulations and emotion. #BabyLeclerc soon trended around the world as fans awaited the new addition to their favorite driver's life.

The fans loved seeing Y/N in the paddock wearing her incredible outfits and her belly that was growing bigger and bigger. Motherhood suited her wonderfully and they loved seeing when Charles was attentive to everything at her side.

As the season progressed, the anticipation only grew. Each race became a countdown to the arrival of Charles and Y/N's baby. The fans didn't miss any opportunity every time Charles or Y/N approached, they gave them gifts for the future baby, such as little Ferrari suits, shoes or even drawings and they accepted them with huge smiles.

Finally the time came. In the middle of the season Charles and Y/N welcomed their baby girl into the world. Most people suspected it when in the beginning of a race, they saw Charles running as if his life depended on it towards the exit. The paddock erupted in cheers as news of the newest member of the leclerc family spread. From teams to passionate fans, everyone celebrated the happy occasion.

For Charles and Y/N, it was a moment of pure happiness. And as they cradled their newborn in their arms, surrounded by love and support, they knew their journey to parenthood was just beginning, with all the people they loved around them.

That day, emma jules leclerc came into the world.

[faithshouseofchaos]

���Don’t you trust me?” — dark!Ex!Mafia!Lando Norris x fem!reader part six

Part one part two part three part four part five part six

Word count— 3.1k

Warnings — smut light fingering, oral fem!receiving, Lando low key manipulated the reader into having sex

The sun had just begun to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. You were dressed in a pretty sundress, feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety. It was your first date with Lando, and you couldn't help the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Lando picked you up, looking handsome in a suit and tie. As soon as he laid eyes on you, a smile tugged at his lips. "You look beautiful," he said, his eyes roaming over your outfit.

You blushed under his gaze, feeling a bit self-conscious. But you couldn't help the smile that graced your lips in return. "Thank you," you replied, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. "You look very nice yourself."

You slid into the car, the leather seats cool against your skin. Lando shut the door behind you and rounded the car to the driver's side. He got in, started the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway.

The evening air streamed through the open windows, making your hair dance around your face. The radio played softly in the background, a song that you recognized but couldn't quite place.

Lando glanced over at you, his eyes sweeping over your profile. There was a strange mix of intensity and softness in his gaze as if he was fighting conflicting emotions.

"Are you excited for tonight?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

You nodded, a thrill of anticipation running through you. "Yes, I am," you replied. "I'm a bit nervous too, I can't lie. But I'm mostly just excited to spend time with you."

Lando chuckled at your confession, the sound warm and inviting. "Nervous, huh? Don't be. It's just us out tonight. Just you and me."

His words were reassuring, but there was an undercurrent of possessiveness in his tone that made your heart flutter.

Despite the slight unease that his words incited, you shrugged it off. You didn't want to overthink this; you just wanted to enjoy yourself.

"So, where are we going?" you asked, curiosity getting the better of you.

Lando smirked, keeping his gaze focused on the road. "It's a surprise," he said, drawing out the word in a tantalizing manner. "You'll see when we get there. Trust me, you're going to love it."

You wanted to pry more, but the mischievous gleam in Lando's eyes told you that he was going to keep it a surprise until the last moment. So, you settled back into your seat, the anticipation in your chest growing with each mile the car covered.

Eventually, Lando pulled the car up to a curb, and you saw that you had arrived at a fancy restaurant. The building was made of brick, with large windows that let in the last bits of the day's sunlight. The sign out front boasted a five-star rating with the name "Bella Vista" written in elegant cursive letters.

Lando turned off the ignition and turned to look at you, a proud smile on his face. "This is where we're eating," he announced, opening his door. He got out and walked around to your side, opening the door for you.

"Bella Vista," you mused, your eyes wide with awe. "Isn't this place like, super expensive?"

Lando led you to a table near a corner, its location providing a measure of privacy. He held your chair out for you, waiting until you sat down before taking the seat across from you.

A waiter soon came over, presenting you each with a menu. As you scanned it, you couldn't help but be impressed by the selection. From the classic spaghetti carbonara to the more exotic seared scallops with truffle oil, there was a range of dishes for every palette.

Lando, noticing your expression, chuckled. The sound sent a frisson down your spine. "See something you like?" he teased, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

You blushed, caught off guard by his question. You hadn't realized that you had been so openly gazing at the menu. "Everything on here looks amazing," you admitted. "I don't know what to choose."

Lando reached across the table and patted your hand. "It's alright, love. Take your time." His touch sent another shiver down your spine, his fingers lingering on your skin for a beat longer than necessary.

Eventually, you decided on a simple but flavorful dish of linguine with clams and white wine sauce. Lando chose a steak dish, medium-rare, with a side of roasted vegetables. The waiter took your order and went to the kitchen, leaving you both with the soft glow of the overhead lights and the flickering of the nearby candelabras.

Lando leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving you. There was a strange intensity in his eyes as if he was committing every detail of this moment to memory.

"You're staring a lot," you suddenly blurted out, the words slipping from your lips before you could catch them. Your cheeks flushed, heat rising the back of your neck.

Lando smiled a slow, cocky smile that caused the butterflies in your stomach to swarm. "Can you blame me? I mean… look at you," he said, his eyes traveling over your form.

The heat in your cheeks intensified, warmth spreading down your throat. Lando's unabashed appraisal wasn't unwelcome, but it was also incredibly intense. You found yourself at a loss for words, unsure of how to reply to his blatant flirting.

"Cat got your tongue?" Lando teased, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He leaned forward, his elbows on the table, and his chin resting on his entwined fingers.

"I..." you started, your voice coming out as a croak. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way your body was reacting to his attention. "I... I just wasn't expecting such directness," you admitted, your voice a bit shaky.

Lando's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What, do you prefer men who dance around their feelings, beating around the bush?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You shook your head, a small laugh escaping you. "No, I appreciate honesty. But your intensity is a bit much," you said, both charmed and a tad overwhelmed by his undivided attention.

Lando chuckled, his gaze never leaving you. "What can I say? When I see something – or someone – I want, I go after it with everything I have," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "And I want you, love. I make no secret of that."

You swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat. Lando's unfiltered desire for you was both flattering and slightly unnerving. You couldn't deny the attraction, but the intensity of his possessiveness was... a lot to take in.

Just then, the waiter arrived with your meals, setting the plates down in front of you both. The fragrant aroma of your linguine wafted up to your nose, temporarily distracting you from Lando's intense gaze.

The rest of the meal went by in a blur. You tried to focus on enjoying the delicious food, but Lando's unwavering attention kept stealing your focus. The way he watched you, the way he leaned forward on his forearms, how his eyes darkened every time you bit your lip... It was maddening.

Eventually, the meal was finished, and you found yourself sitting back in your seat, a bit dazed and a lot flustered. Lando, sipping on the last of his wine, observed your expression with a satisfied smirk.

——

As the weeks turned into months, your relationship with Lando had settled into a routine. Despite the initial intensity of his possessiveness, he had mellowed out somewhat, albeit with occasional bouts of jealousy when another man looked your way for a second too long.

But you had grown to care for him and his sweet if not often intense, charm. He was always bringing you little gifts, sending romantic messages during your busy work hours, and showering you with adoration whenever he could.

One night, after you had spent an enjoyable evening together, Lando was sitting on the edge of your bed, facing you. His eyes were dark, his expression thoughtful as he watched you put on your nightgown. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with something unsaid.

"Love..." Lando started, his voice a low rumble. He patted the space next to him on the bed, silently beckoning you closer.

You complied, sitting down next to him. You could feel the warmth of his body even through the fabric of your nightgown, and that familiar shiver of nervousness and anticipation went through you when he put his hand on your bare thigh.

"There's something we need to talk about," he said, his fingers massaging small circles into your skin. "I think it's time we took our relationship to the next level."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Taking your relationship to the next level could mean a lot of things. But given the tension in the air and the way Lando was looking at you, there was a very good chance you knew what he was hinting at.

"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice a bit huskier than you intended. Lando chuckled huskily, clearly enjoying your flustered response.

"You know exactly what I mean," he murmured, his hand moving higher up your thigh. His touch was gentle but firm, making your body react in ways that you were becoming very familiar with whenever he was near.

"We... we've only been dating for a few months," you protested, though your argument was getting weaker by the second. His touch was sending sparks of pleasure through you, making it hard to focus on anything other than him.

"And I think that's more than enough time..." Lando leaned closer, his lips barely hovering over your neck. "You're mine, love. And I plan on having all of you."

Your breath hitched as Lando's lips grazed your skin. His words sent a wave of heat coursing through you, making it hard to form a coherent thought. "But... but what if I'm not ready for that yet?" you managed to whisper.

Lando pulled away, his expression turning darker, his voice dropping even lower. "Are you saying you don't want me?" he asked, his grip on your thigh firming slightly. "That you don't want us to become closer?"

"No, it's not that," you quickly shook your head. "I do want that... I just... I'm scared it's too soon, that's all. I want things to be perfect."

Lando's expression softened a degree. "Nothing is ever going to be perfect, love," he said, his lips returning to your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "But I promise you, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I'll take care of you... of us."

Your breath hitched as Lando's mouth found that sensitive spot behind your ear. He knew your body all too well now and had learned all the places that made you shiver and gasp. "Lando... I..." you started, your words lost as he sucked lightly on your earlobe.

"Don't overthink it," Lando murmured, his lips moving down your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. "Just let me take care of you." His hand moved higher up your thigh, his fingers slipping under the hem of your nightgown.

Your breath grew shallow, your pulse racing. Lando's touch was both soothing and igniting, making your body hum with a mixture of pleasure and tension. You weren't sure if you were ready for this, but the way Lando was touching you, the way he was looking at you as if you were the only thing he wanted... it was making it hard to say no.

"You trust me, don't you, love?" Lando whispered, his lips returning to your ear. His hand continued its journey up your leg, his fingers now dancing along the bare skin of your inner thigh.

"I... I trust you..." you murmured, your voice a gasp as Lando's hand continued its path, dangerously close to the most intimate part of you.

Lando hummed in approval, his mouth now trailing kisses down your neck and toward your collarbone. His hand moved higher, his fingers now tracing the edge of your panties. "Then let me show you how it can be between us," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire.

You were now trembling, your body a mix of want and trepidation. Lando, sensing your hesitation, gently pulled back, his fingers still resting on the edge of your underwear. "If you don't want to, say the word, and I'll stop," he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours.

You searched his gaze, looking for any sign of deception or manipulation. But all you saw was intense adoration and desire. Hesitantly, you nodded, your voice a trembling whisper. "I... I want to..."

Lando inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening further. In a swift, smooth motion, he rolled both of you so that you were lying on your back, him hovering over you. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every inch of exposed flesh.

His hands began roaming over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He pushed your nightgown up your thighs, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His mouth followed, his lips and tongue exploring every contour of your body.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your mind a tangle of sensations. Lando's touch was both gentle and relentless, his mouth finding all the spots that made you shiver and gasp. His hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing the edge of your underwear, a silent question for permission.

You were helpless, completely under his spell, your body responding to his touch in ways that both frightened and excited you. "Please..." you managed to murmur, arching your back to press closer to him.

Lando raised his head, looking at you with eyes filled with hunger and lust. "Please what, love?" he asked, his voice a mere rumble.

"Please... don't stop," you gasped, your voice cracking a bit. Lando's lips curved into a sly smile, his fingers slipping under the edge of your panties, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Mmm, you're so eager," he murmured, his mouth returning to your neck. His fingers continued their exploration, teasing and pushing you to the edge. You were whimpering now, your body taut with anticipation.

He chuckled darkly, his voice rough with desire. "You like it when I touch you like this, yes?"

"Yes... god, yes..." you managed to gasp, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you as Lando's touch became more insistent, more demanding.

Lando growled in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "All mine."

His mouth returned to yours, his kiss fierce and possessive. His tongue tangled with yours, and his hands continued their restless journey, making you moan and writhe beneath him.

Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes dark with lust. "Lift your hips."

You obeyed without thinking, your body responding to his command. Lando's fingers looped into the waistband of your panties, slowly, torturously pulling them down your legs.

He pulled the fabric away, leaving you exposed to his gaze. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch of you. Then, he leaned back, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt.

He unbuttoned his shirt with quick, efficient precision, his eyes never leaving you. The sight of his muscled chest, the trail of hair leading downward... it made your mouth go dry.

Lando's eyes darkened as he took off his shirt, revealing acres of tanned, toned muscle. He crawled back on top of you, covering your body with his. The feel of his skin against yours was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure through your nerves.

His mouth found yours again, his kisses more urgent now, his body pressing into yours. His hands roamed over your bare skin, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

His mouth reached the valley between your breasts. He nuzzled the sensitive skin there, his breath hot on your flesh. "You're so soft," he murmured against your skin. "So beautiful..."

His mouth continued its journey down your body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place. "I want you so badly, love," he whispered, his voice raw with need.

Before you could respond, he shifted, settling between your thighs. His mouth found the sensitive skin at the inside of your thigh, his breath hot on your core.

You gasped, arching your back off the bed. Lando's lips and tongue teased the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, his stubble scratching against your skin, the sensation both maddening and exciting.

He moved higher, his mouth now hovering over your most intimate parts, his breath hot on your skin. "I want to taste you," he murmured, his voice a ragged growl. "I've wanted it since the first day I saw you."

“L-Lando…” you managed to gasp, your mind fuzzy with pleasure. The thought of him touching you, using his mouth on you, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. No one had ever done that before.

"Shh, love… just let me take care of you," he murmured, his voice soothing yet determined. His hands held your hips firmly, preventing you from moving away.

Then, he did something you never would’ve expected. He leaned down, and his tongue found your most sensitive spot. The pleasure was so intense You cried out, your body tensing at the unexpected sensation. Lando was relentless, his tongue moving in firm, delicious circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your core. Your hands gripped the sheets, your mind a tangle of sensation and He chuckled against your skin, the rumble sending vibrations through you. "No one has ever done this for you before?" he asked, his voice a low, gruff whisper. "No one has touched you like this?"

You managed to shake your head, your body writhing beneath his. It was too much, too intense. No one had ever made you feel this way. Only Lando, only him.

"Good," he murmured, his tongue continuing its torturous work. "I want to be the only one to make you feel like this, love. I want to be the only one to touch you, to taste you...."

His words sent a shiver down your spine. The possessiveness in his voice was both arousing and a little frightening. You knew that if you gave yourself to him, he wouldn’t let you go easily, if at all.

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[skellyfrogs]

small doodle but as soon as I saw this instagram story (under the cut) I just had to draw them :0

headcannon that hc!philza sculpts statues of the goddess of death mumza to put around his hardcore worlds :)

also ive decided phil doesnt have wings in this one bc he hasnt been gifted them yet, hence the different outfit too, due it being like hardcore S1

[kungfubarbie101]

Toy- Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

nsfw/smut, fem!reader, p in v, cunnilingus, light fingering, dom!Ghost, masked/unmasked Ghost

Ghost had entered your room, rummaging through your desk draw in attempt to find a laptop charger since Soap decided to ‘borrow’ his and then never return it. “Fucking hell, where is it….” He said to himself as he slammed the drawer shut, turning to your dresser, pulling open the top drawer to reveal a collection of lingerie.

His eyes had widened, he didn’t expect you having these finds of clothing and was pissed that you haven’t worn any for him. He stared at many pairs of thongs, knee highs, and many more things folded neatly, he lingered his eyes to a pair of sexy red lingerie that caught his eye. He got curious and lifted to outfit, unfolding it to his eye level, smirking, he thought of you wearing it, how skimpy you must look in it, how hot you would look wearing it in front of him before he strips it off of you as he fucks you.

He adjusted his pants. He was about to place them back but another thing had caught his eye, a black object that laid just right underneath of the red lingerie set. “What the fuck is this?” He questioned to himself before placing the lingerie set down and picking up the new item he just found. He held the item, studying it for a second before turning it to see that there was a button on the bottom, he furrowed his eyebrows and pushed it. As he pressed the button the whole thing began to vibrate.

He scoffed in realization. He just had found your vibrator. “For fuck sake (your name).”

Soon after Ghost had found your pervy little item, he decided he was going to ask you about it once you got back. And as you did come back to your room after training, exhausted and ready to relax you noticed that Ghost wasn’t there when he said he was stopping by. You wondered if he must have found what he was looking for and left so you went into your room, setting down your duffel bag and opening the top draw of your draw, as you looked inside you noticed that a pair of your lingerie sets had been misplaced since the last time you saw it.

The red lingerie set that had your vibrator covered, which was missing.

You furrowed your eye brows, rummaging around through your draw to make sure you didn’t misplace it and before you could question yourself you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned seeing Ghost.

“Looking for this?”

Your eyes widened seeing as Ghost had your toy in his fingers, waving it slightly at you. You stood speak less and embarrassed as he began to move closer to you. “Am I just not good enough, (your name)?” He pausing as he took another step forward to you, his tall figure looking down at you. “Do I just….not satisfy your desires?” His thick british accent was stern as he spoke.

You took a deep breath, steadying your breathing before speaking, “Ghost, you know you fill me up with lots of desire….quite often” You replied, your eyes shifting as you spoke, and your cheeks hot. You could almost see that shit eating grin he had on his face through his mask. “If you want pleasure (your name), just say something, call my name.” This made you smirk, shifting slightly leaning into him close to his face as you could get.

“Trust me Ghost, I’ve called you name many times. And I mean many…” Your tone had shifted to nervousness to seductive in a split second. This made Ghost have shivers of arousment go down his spine as you looked up at him with such desire and lust. Eye fucking him at this point. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes not leaving yours. “This toy won’t be needed anymore, you’ve got me, got it?” His sentence wasn’t just a question it was more of an order that if he catches you even rubbing this thing against your pussy to make you cum, he was going to show you who really can make you cum ten times as harder then this stupid toy.

Your knees felt weak, and your heart was fluttering as your stomach was doing back flips. But you couldn’t let him win over this whole teasing gig so you decided to dig deeper.

“You think you can do better?” You tease.

He chuckled at your comment, crossing his arms and pulling away from you. He was taking it as a challenge.

“I most definitely could”

You shook your head, you could tell he was semi offended just how his body language was but you continued on. “Sorry but I really can’t take your word for it….” You walked away from him, sitting at the edge of the bed, motioning him to come over which he gladly did.

“I need you to prove it to me, Simon….”

Oh boy and how that got to him, how you said his name, his actual name mind fucked him. Your ass was going to get fucked well and good.

He walked over closer to you, pushing your body down on the bed with some force. You grinned. His knee went immediately in between your crotch, leaning down into your form, grabbing you by the back of the head causing a groan from you. Your hair tangling in between his fingers, he used his free hand and practically ripping his mask off his face and kissed you hungrily. His dirty blonde hair and blue eyes gleaming in your view, it’s not like you haven’t seen his face before but whenever you do, you can’t help yourself but stare at him in awe.

The tension had grew larger as Ghost reached his hand underneath your shirt, feeling as your nipple poked out from your sports bra, he pinched your nipple through the thinner fabric, making a breathy moan come from you as he dominated your mouth.

You had no control of the situation, none once so ever. He broke the kiss, exploring to your jawline and down your neck, nibbling small marks against your skin. You let a groan slip from your tongue, which seemed to arouse him more.

“Simon….” You muttered under your breath. Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, he moved further down your body till he met the zipper of your cargo pants. Unzipping them and eagerly pulling them down your legs. He didn’t hold himself back.

“Shirt off now….” He said sternly.

You followed orders stripping your shirt off immediately. You now just being left in a bra and panties. He stared at your body, taking in every curve. He looked down a saw, lord and behold, you where wearing a thong. He kneeled down, pushing the side of your thong to the side, revealing the spot he was hungrily looking forward to.

He dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down. With every motion and swirl he made your body grew hotter and pleasure building inside of you. He sucked and licked circles around your pulsing clit, not stopping for anything. You gripped the sheets, moaning coming from your mouth was nothing but sweet sweet music for Ghost. You frantically pulled your bra off, your breasts bouncing slightly as they fell from your bra, your nipples hardened.

You felt Ghosts mouth leave your pussy, causing a yern from you until you felt his finger plunge inside of your hole. Your lower body arched, “Fuck!” You yelled, which caused Ghost to quickly cover your mouth. “Soap is in the other room, you be a good girl and be quiet” Ghost told you, making you nod in response before he began with no hesitation to start finger fucking you. “I can’t….” You moaned out, which only made him go faster, his fingering plunging in and out at a rapid pace where you could hardly keep up on.

Those fingers had slipped out of you, being replaced by something thicker and longer.

His dick began to slowly push in and out of you, a whimper leaving your mouth as his dick stretched you out. This aroused him, he began to thrust himself in and out, getting you use to him. “Simon…” You closed your eyes, squinting from the pain. Grabbing your hip, fitting himself all the way deep inside of your pussy. Those soft and slow thrusts quickly became rough pounding. “Oh fuck, (your name)” Ghost let out, he cocked his head back, the way your vagina walls clenched around him was nothing he had felt before, more exotic and exciting to him.

The sounds of skin slapping and shaky moans clouded the both of you as Ghost rutted his dick in you. The force hitting your g-spot at a ruthless pace. He was hungry, his grip became firm, holding you tightly as he fucked you, balls deep into your cunt. His chest heaving and eyes half lidded sent thrill through you, he looked so pretty as he was filled with much pleasure and lust. You were about to cum.

“Simon….I’m close. P-please don’t stop…” You begged between each breath as you moaned for him. Your hips grind against his as your orgasm grew. His pace began to slow which caught you off guard, and before you could even speak he spun you around to your stomach. You loved how dominant he was getting with you, you like you where being controlled.

He reached under your hips, lifting your ass up in the air for him. He placed a palm at the center of your back, pushing your back so your arching for him and you ass perked up. He rubbed his middle finger up your pussy, “God your so soaked (your name)”. He realigned with your hole, easing his dick all the way inside of you. He began to pound inside of you once again, hands gripping at your hips as he did so.

You dug your face into the pillow in front of you, concealing your moans, your fingers gripped the sheets. “(Your name) I’m going to cum….” He breathlessly confessed, followed by low groans. This set you off, “Simon….stay just like that. I’m so close…” You moaned out from the side of the pillow, crying out to him, the mascara you once had on your lashes smearing off.

At the moment you both had came, his semen coding your vagina walls. Heat pulsing and back arching, a wave of crashed over you, your legs trembled at the hard climax. You where basically quivering. Ghost had pulled out of you, almost collapsing on top of you, the pleasure he had just experienced was astronomical. He went and grabbed a damp towel, helping you clean up before he untangled his body with yours, lifting your body on top of his.

“You where right….I’ll come to you then that toy”

This made Ghosts night, but you knew you where going to get shit from Soap in the morning.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Can we please get some milf Abby or Ellie the lesbians who like older women are in a drought

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Headcannons: milf!abby anderson x reader

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

☆ Milf Abby who was divorced and who had full custody of her 4-year-old daughter.

☆ Milf Abby who worked as a lawyer and got her daughter into the best schools.

☆ Milf Abby who went to a parent teacher meeting, to meet her daughters’ new teacher.

�� Milf Abby who met you for the first time and thought you were the prettiest thing she’d ever seen.

☆ Milf Abby who stood behind everyone else because you made her shy.

☆ Milf Abby whose palms felt sweaty when you walked close to the direction where she was standing.

☆ Milf Abby whose heart rate increased when you asked the parents “any questions?” with a smile.

☆ Milf Abby who went home that night and stared at the ceiling because she just saw an angel.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her daughter about you the next morning.

“What’s she like?” Abby asked as she placed the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Aubrey.

“she’s nice” the little girl started. “she always likes my drawings, and she tells funny stories!”

A small smile appeared on Abby’s face.

Pretty and funny, huh?

“she’s pretty too” Aubrey said with her mouth full off eggs. Abby chuckled at that.

“Your right baby, she is”

☆ Milf Abby who almost shit herself when Aubrey told you that she finds you pretty.

“You did what?” Abby said frantically.

“I told my teacher that you said she was pretty”

Abby groaned, her large hand coming to rub her temples.

“Baby you aren’t supposed to tell that to people, it was a secret”

“Yeah, it was red ones”

“But Heathers dad brought her flowers, and that’s not a secret”

“what?”

“roses?”

“I think so” she spoke

☆ Milf Abby who gets jealous even though she barley knows anything about you.

☆ Milf Abby who watches Heathers dad bring you snacks almost daily when she picks up Aubrey.

☆ Milf Abby who wants to vomit every time you smile at him.

☆ Milf Abby who realizes she had to make a move.

☆ Milf Abby who was nervous because it’s been a while since she’s asked someone on a date.

☆ Milf Abby who writes you a letter and sends it with her daughter.

“My mommy sent you this” Aubrey ran to you with a white envelope. You thanked her, as you opened the letter, eyes widening at what it had to say:

“Hi, are you Tennessee because you’re the only ten I see.

I’m sorry I know that was inappropriate I didn’t know what to say.

Would you like to go on a date with me? I promise no cheesy pickup lines”

☆ Milf Abby who almost jumps out of her car when she sees you walking towards her.

☆ Milf Abby who rolls down the window and tries to act cool.

“Sup” she said, but soon cringed.

You giggled “I’d love to go on a date with you Miss Anderson”

“Call me Abby”

“Abby… I’d love to go out with you”

A grin spread onto the blondes face.

“Friday?”

“Friday”

☆ Milf Abby who fist bumps the air because she’s just that excited.

☆ Milf Abby who almost cancelled because she was so nervous.

☆ Milf Abby who asks her 4-year-old outfit advice.

“What about this?”

“No”

“Aubrey you can’t keep saying no”

“But I don’t like it”

☆ Milf Abby who kisses her daughter goodbye as she bought you a bigger bouquet of roses.

☆ Milf Abby who takes you to a fancy restaurant to impress you.

☆ Milf Abby who finds out you were 20 years younger than her.

Abby blinked a couple of times at the information.

“26?”

“yeah… do I not look my age you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“You really don’t”

☆ Milf Abby who enjoys the date more than she intended to.

☆ Milf Abby who almost combusts when you gave her a kiss on the cheek.

☆ Milf Abby who goes home that night in denial that she liked someone so young.

Age is nothing but a number, but you were years younger. What were you doing with someone like her? Why her? Why not someone your age? What happens if Abby grows so old that you become bored?

☆ Milf Abby who ghosts you for 5 months.

☆ Milf Abby who avoids looking at you when she gets her daughter from school.

☆ Milf Abby who ignores your texts because she thought you deserve someone better.

☆ Milf Abby’s daughter who gave her an awaking.

“Can you stop crying at night mommy? It makes noise”

Abby looked up from the stove.

“you hear that?”

“Yes”

A few seconds of silence passed before Aubrey spoke again. “You made my teacher sad”

“she’s sad?”

“yes and she asked me about you”

“and what did you say?”

“Nothing, you said it was a secret” Abby groaned at Aubrey’s response

“you need to stop pushing people away because you’re insecure”

Abby looked at Aubrey with wide eyes.

She was right, because Abby was so insecure she’s losing a perfect girl because she was scared. How sure was she that you would leave her? How sure was she that you were only using her? Maybe you were the one.

“Where did you hear those words?”

“from grandpa” she said with a shoulder shrug.

“He said that to Nora”

Your back was facing the door as you were writing something on the board.

“of course he did”

☆ Milf Abby who goes to your classroom the next day with flowers.

“I’m sorry” she spoke. She watched you flinched as you turned around.

“what?”

“I’m sorry for just disappearing and not saying anything”

“ok” was all you said as you turned back around to continue writing.

Abby walked towards you with long strides.

“no- no don’t say ok please- give me a chance”

she watched you sigh as you turned around:

“look Miss Anderson-“

“Abby”

“Miss Anderson” you said through gritted teeth.

“It’s ok, this should have not happened”

“Don’t say that”

“Let’s move on, I’ll pretend this never happened” you said with a fake smile on your face.

“god you’re so-“  before Abby could even finish her sentence she grabbed your face, and caught your lips in a kiss.

☆ Milf Abby who was surprised when you kissed her back.

☆ Milf Abby who whimpered when you pulled away.

“What can I do to fix this?” she spoke as she held your face.

“take me out on a date again”

a smile spread on the blondes face: “yeah I’ll do that”

☆ Milf Abby who realizes you won’t make it easy for her.

☆ Milf Abby who was willing to work for this relationship because you were worth it.