#couch slvt

[slvt4lanadelrey]

Once again, because everyone loves a rugby player 🫶

@wol-fica should he praising all God's right now. I'm literally crying, how could I fumbled a rugby player 😭😭

-🤭

Don't cry. Just be better.

@wol-fica is better.

However, she has misbehaved recently, so she is being punished.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

hello!! i humbly ask for some price fluff… maybe sleeping on his chest or something or getting ready for bed

—Hum Me A Tune, Blue-Eyes

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╰┈➤ ❝ [You listen to his heartbeat as he keeps you to his chest, his breath tickling your hair.] ❞

Your eyes are half closed and drooping farther by the second, a warmth so bone-deep blooming beneath the skin that it fully encapsulates your consciousness.

John keeps your head against his chest, one callused hand on the back of your skull and massaging in small circles. You hear him hum under his breath as he watches you; his own lids teetering up and down.

In the background, the gentle sound of the record player spits out Beethoven.

"You're makin' me sleepy," you whisper, nuzzling against John's chest and his shirt with a large sigh. The man grunts, and you feel his lips meet your scalp in a deep kiss. He smells like linen and beard oil.

Into your hair, John mutters, "Good." It's more a purr than anything else as you shiver at the sensation of his body grumbling from under you.

The living room is the picture of a Saturday afternoon—dishes in the kitchen sink, laundry in the basket to be put away; the couch you both lay on sinking with your combined weight. Sun streaming through the curtains.

You've forgotten how you both ended up in this position in the first place. Not that it mattered to you now.

"Like you here." The Brit huffs, the blue of his eyes dim and content. Pools of molten sapphire. It's as if whenever he holds you everything else falls away into a sheen of contentment.

There's no war here with you on his chest—no gunfire or yelling orders. Just the heat of your body and the swell of lungs as your chest bares down on him. John's lashes flutter.

"Course you do," you tease, slowly, before kissing his clothed chest. John stifles a chuckle, his lips curling along your scalp as his breath tickles your hair. His hands spread out along your back—curling as a snake would. Tight and firm. You don't mind in the slightest. "Careful, Captain...don't go sleeping on duty."

Briefly, you peek up at him through your addled haze. He lays a kiss on your forehead and his lips twitch as you continue. Such a greedy cuddler. "We still have sheets to put on the bed, y'know."

There was no way the both of you were leaving this couch. Not with John's large hands caressing your spine. Not with how you fit atop him so perfectly with your dead weight and adorable sleepy blinks.

This was fucking heavenly.

"Fuckin' hell," the brunette grumbles; he hikes you farther up as you let him drag you like a stuffed animal with a tiny grunt. John sighs, settling you. "Bloody forget about it. You're not movin' an inch."

"That a promise...or an order?"

"Both." You smile, letting his large lungs raise you up and down as if sleeping atop a grizzly bear. Maybe, you thought, you were.

"Sleep, Love," John whispers. "I'll be right here with you."

And as you close your eyes fully and slot your head under the man's chin, the gruff brunette joins not seconds later into the state of oblivion. Soft inhalations; greedy hands that anchor like steel. A scrape of beard hair against your ear.

The house settles, the music plays, and the two Lovers sleep; dead to all else except one another's arms.

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[sofasoap]

Little Comfort

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: Long day at work. You had enough.

Warning : M themed. no major warning. A/N: We all need a Johnny after a long shitty day at work.

Part 3 of Little Bear series Masterlist

You slam your laptop shut, leaning back into the chair and let out a painful groan as you send out that last analysis report. 

It’s been a long painful day. The long meetings that went around in circles, going nowhere.

Piles and piles of documents and reports to finish off.

You had enough. The urge of strangling your annoying manager and workmate was interrupted by the soft shrilling sound of your ringtone.

“Hello Johnny.” 

“Hey my little bear. I assume you finished work?” 

“Just about. I am sorry I had to cancel our date night tonight.” Rubbing your eyes as you replied tiredly. You were supposed to be home hours ago, spending quality time with your boyfriend who’s only arrived home the day before from his latest deployment. Guilt starts bubbling up from your stomach. “They piled on last minute work onto me at the end of day, I couldn’t…”

Knowing you too well, he interrupted, “Don’t worry about it bonnie. Come home and I’ll take care of ya. We can just order some takeaway and have a date night at home?”

“That sounds heavenly. See you at home in ten minutes?.”

“Drive safe. Love you little bear.”

Hearing his soft baritone voice was enough to wash half of your stress away. He always knows how to make you feel better. You don’t know how you got so lucky to have Johnny as your boyfriend. You miss him so much during his time away, and now you are wasting precious seconds of your short time together before he gets sent away, in the office. At the thought of that, you quickly lock up the office, rushing home.

As soon as you step through the door of the house, Johnny takes the messenger bag and keys off you and ushers you straight into the bathroom.

“I got the bath ready for you. Even threw in some of your favourite bath bombs into it.” he rambled on as he helped you to undress. “Oh, before I forget,” He slapped his forehead. “What do you feel like? We have choices of…. Chinese, Thai, Italian, or… “ pointing to himself, grinning “ A MacTavish Special?” 

You burst out laughing, giving your boyfriend a playful shove, “ I might have that as a midnight snack thank you.” Letting out a soft sigh as you step into the bath,“ You pick. I’m happy with anything.” “Pizza it is then.” He gave you a quick kiss and turned to order the takeaway on his phone, leaving you soaking in a nice steamy bath. 

Nice and refreshed from the relaxing bath you just had, you plonk yourself down onto the couch. Johnny poured you a glass of wine, shaking out the blanket, carefully wrapping it around you. 

"Johnny."

"Yes bonnie?"

"... Thank you for taking care of me."

"You deserve to be pampered, my little teddy bear."

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

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@kaplerrr

@homicidal-slvt

@floral-force @okayyadriana

[leahrintarou]

🎃 Semi Eita - Humiliation

Warnings: sub!semi x dom!reader, humiliation, they're exes, mentions of blackmail with explicit (sexual) vids, degrading, handjobs, reverse pleasure, enemies to..enemies ig, he's a slvt fr. Word Count: 3k

"you're out, y/n." he said sternly. y/n was a bit astonished by semi's newly told information. She'd been a part of his band ever since it was founded. Infact, she was the one who pushed him to start a band since his desire for it was practically unexplainable yet so strong. He didn’t have enough confidence in himself so with that extra push, he finally said 'fuck it'. Later on into this journey of theirs, it became more serious. They even added three other individual members to their group overtime and together their band was finally complete.

Four years into the founding of their band, y/n and semi matured and grew to realize their feelings for each other. While everything went smoothly for the three years of their relationship with the exception of a few bumpy roads here and there. Recently however, those few bumpy roads became plenty and the two reached a breaking point when a rumor spread across social media that y/n had been cheating on semi with another one of their bandmates. This rumor was false of course but semi needed and excuse and right now was the perfect one.

They ended things a month ago and while they ended things on a decent note, the remaining facts of the truth were something that the two never discussed. The tension between then was thick in the air that encased them and that air triggered arguments every other day. Their bandmates were over it since it was getting in the way of their work and even during interviews, meet and greets, or live streams, fans will pick out the tiniest details, clip them, and make up and entire situation pertaining to who, what, where, and why.

Recently, a clipped part of an interview went around where it showed that y/n and semi weren't wearing their matching Jewlery pairs in which included two rings and two necklaces. When this news spread like wildfire within their fanbase and was labeled as "y/n really was a cheater!", semi realized how much of a problem that it was really causing, so when y/n entered the studio as requested, the word's that left his lips caught her completely off guard. "what?" She questioned dryly.

"you're out, y/n."

"oh, so you can find another bassist in time for the tour?" She smiled in amusement when he sighed with an eyeroll. Clearly he was unbothered so y/n figured he had everything under control..except for her. Out of their long years of lasting relationships of the sort, semi could never control y/n and strangely, it's something that bonded them. She always held her ground whether people took her side or not and right now was one of those times. The three other members of the band sat on the couch or on a beanbag in the corner of a room. They didn’t speak and they weren't surprised by semi's words which meant they might've talked this out prior to her arriving and agreed on this choice. Without her.

"you're staying for the tour, but after that, it's over, y/n."

"after that my ass. You think I'm gonna suck up and play on tour knowing damn well it'll be my last because my shitty ex can't handle a little rumor?" She scoffed. Now semi had finally seemed to be reacting to her words. "you'll be paid the same like alwa-" y/n cut off the voice of one of her bandmates with a sharp glare. "it's not about the fucking money".

"then what's it about, y/n?"

Semi stood up, approaching y/n's figure. She reached for his wrist, pulling him out of the room as three pairs of eye's followed them with curiosity. "what's all this about?" Semi raised an eyebrow when y/n pulled out her phone, swiping the screen with a small grin. She clicked up the volume of her phone and although it was faint, semi heard the sound of his own pathetically moaning voice emitting from the speakers. "why do you still have that video, you sicko?" His facial expression was full of anger as he tried to reach for her phone. y/n didn’t defend herself, making him snatch it from her hold with ease. shrugging as he was about to throw the device to the ground, she spoke.

"that video is also on a flash drive and my laptop. Breaking my phone won't do a thing."

His arm lowered and semi stared at y/n in shock. He was so recklessly stupid back then. Allowing y/n to record their moment of intimacy since he claimed that he got a kick out of it (which was true). That moment of intimacy soon faded into a video of semi letting y/n do as she pleased to his body while he laid there and enjoyed every moment. She tied him up, blindfolded him, used various toys on him, edged and even overstimulated him. All of it. And it was all on video footage.

If it weren't for the stupid tattoo that he'd gotten a few years back while drunk on the night of a party, his body wouldn't have been that easily recognizable. However, that wasn’t the case and the large array of stars tattooed along his pelvis and up the sides of his ribcage was basically one of his personal trademarks. In the video, y/n even made it obvious that she never said his name once so it couldn’t possibly be her fault if his identity was unveiled.

All of the blame was on semi at this point and the guilt paired with the regret was practically leeching off of his being. "stop by my place later, semi." And with that, she took her phone from his loosened grip before grinning at his glare and state of being at a loss for words and actions.

The only action that he could do was the one that y/n had just told him.

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"why do you want me here?" Semi questioned, patience thinning before he could even take a seat. "you're not kicking me from the group. me leaving it will make people believe the cheating rumors are actually true." she said, letting him enter her home. Semi took a seat on her sofa and y/n sat next to him. "so you plan to blackmail me with that video so you can stay?" he seemed frustrated and was struggling to keep his composure. "yup, basically."

"why do you still have it anyways?"

"cause, you look pathetic in it. it's nice to see that you could be that vulnerable every once in a while." she smiled, feeling amused with semi began to look like a ticking time bomb. It was a matter of seconds til he'd break and y/n was only making it worse. "shut up. you'll never get me to do that shit again." he said, voice coming through his gritted teeth. y/n leaned back into the couch, matching semi's own positioning.

"really? you think so?"

"positive." it was now when semi shifted his hips and tugged on the fabric of his pants when y/n realized that his words were most certainly a bluff. "so, can we make a deal? you don't kick me and ruin my reputation and the world won't see how much of a pathetic person can be." she let out a laugh when he rolled his eyes. "fine..for now at least. If you lose that video of me, then you're fucked." he mumbled, focusing on the screen on the tv that was being displayed in front of them.

"won't happen."

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the late night soon began to approach and y/n was slightly dozing off. semi on the other hand was wide awake and the discomfort forming within the area of his lap was getting unbearable. His pride was getting in the way of aiding in his current problem. He shifted a bit away from y/n which awoke her slightly. she examined his figure and semi let out a sigh when she leaned closer to him. "what's wrong?"

"nothing. I'm going home since its getting late.

"you don't think it's a good idea to get rid of that?" when semi stood up, y/n was able to see his current situation and probably the real reason why he needed to leave her home. "if you're trying to get at what i think you are, then give up. I'm going home." y/n smiled since despite his words, he had yet to take any steps to her front door. "why? are you scared?" she knew a simple tease could threaten his ego so when he glared at her, y/n knew that she was getting somewhere.

"scared of what?"

"not being able to handle it. Last time you only lasted three-"

"that was so long ago. you're never gonna let me live that down, are you?" y/n shook her head with a smirk on her lips. "not til you prove otherwise." semi rolled his eyes almost cursing himself when he fell right into her trap. y/n tend to do that to him often and it worked almost every time. He sat down next to y/n, sighing when he realized his own decision. He could've left. y/n didn’t directly tell him to stay. This was all his own will and reactions to her teasing words. He knew this, yet the ache of his member was becoming so unbearable that he didn’t think he could drive home safely in the first place.

'this is the last time with her'

He said to himself. It was probably a lie because he said the same thing last time and here he is now, tensing at y/n's touch against his thigh. He was fully clothed yet, he felt incredibly vulnerable. y/n's palm traveled to his lips as she watched his features contort into one of discomfort. y/n was taking her sweet time while he just wanted to get this over with and leave. If he were to say something, she'd probably take even longer so he kept his mouth shut, biting his bottom lip to restrain any possible sounds. His body language game himself away when he flinched as her fingertips grazed over the head of his member.

"why are you so hard already, semi?"

Her voice had an unreadable tone and semi couldn’t bring himself to look at her, let alone hold eye contact. He knew just how aroused he was, but for y/n to say it aloud made him feel all the more pathetic. Especially since he knew what got him riled up in the first place. He thought he could keep that fact to himself buy y/n's next words along with her touches guided him down a different path. "answer me." she said. y/n used her free head to guide his face in the direction of where she sat. Semi made eye contact with her for a split second and he crumbled.

"I-I don’t know" he stuttered out. Y/n made quick movements, unbuttoning his pants before pulling them down to his thighs along with his briefs. The cooler air made him shiver and just as y/n was about to directly grip his erection, he held her wrist. She looked up at him unamused as he physically deflated but brushed it off. "don’t overdo it."

Before he could get a response from y/n, semi didn’t notice that his grip had weakened, making her slip out of it to finally encase his erected member in a warm fist. He bit back a moan and it came out more like a grunt after he covered his eyes with his inner elbow. He tiled his head onto the back of the sofa when y/n let go and instead caressed the tip of his member with the pads of her digits, spreading his precum around the entirety of his length. She took her time and the slow yet effective pacing was getting to him a bit fast than he'd like and a bit faster than y/n expected.

"did you actually get turned on over the fact that i have that video of you?" She scoffed, smiling when his chest hitched along with his breathing. "or was it the fact that I said I'd leak it if you kicked me from the band?"

"neither," y/n knew his words were a lie and it was easy to tell since after her question, he twitched against her touch, giving her the correct answer along with reassurance. It didn’t take a lot to overwhelm semi and she knew this all too well. He was driven by emotions and whether it'd affect him positively or negatively, he still hated it. How easy it was to get him excited, angry, sad, and at this time; how much easier it was overall it was to get him aroused. "are you gonna cum already, semi?" y/n asked after seeing how he began to tense with her touch.

"I can't help it." His voice came out as a whine since y/n could practically read him like a book. He lost all control over his own boy and at this point, y/n's voice was the only thing keeping him grounded. "take your arm from your face. Can you not bring yourself to watch just how turned on you are?" She reached up, gently gripping his elbow to remove his arm from over his eyes. He was reluctant to open his eyes but once he did, they landed right to his lap and he almost wanted to crawl into a hole when he saw how much precum was leaking from the tip of his member.

He regretted his words from earlier. How he told y/n he could hold out longer, but it was a lie and he didn't want to believe that. When she tightened her fist, he couldn’t bring himself to hold back the moan that fell from his lips, y/n's stroking along the length of him was so secure and so effective by the way his hips jerked and the way his panting pace increased. "I haven't even been touching you that long and you're already about to cum.." She spoke mostly to herself but the words were aloud and she was sure semi heard them since the whine that past his lips felt all the more real.

"and from what exactly? The fact that the video I have could ruin you with the click of a button?"

"y-y/n stop" his words sounded desperate. His once sturdy voice was now small and fragile. Her words where getting to him and he hated how his body was finding it so amusing and pleasureful. Her words were true, but what felt all the more true was the fact that he was about to cum. "you can't handle your truth, semi?" She asked, using her free hand to guide his field of sight to her own face. The expression on features soon turned into a look of pity when she saw how fucked out he was becoming. She couldn't bring herself to feel all that bad though since it was more so his fault for becoming so aroused at a simple touch.

"y/n please let me cum. Don’t stop." he panted. y/n tended to do that almost every time she was in control of semi's body. She'd stop just when he was about to tip over the edge and make him start all the way from square one. If she was feeling particularly mean, she'd do that process more than once. Tonight however, she had other plans in mind. She nodded to his words and his shoulders only relaxed partially since the grin on her lips weren't all that convincing. "I'll let you cum only because you look so pitiful."

He was about to reply with some sort of snarky comment to cover up his embarrassment, but when y/n leaned closer to him to place a kiss to the sensitive area of his collar bone, he could only let out a whimper and the pace of her jerking hand sped up so suddenly that semi couldn’t help but meet his high right there and then. y/n made eye contact with him for a small second and with a sinister smirk on her lips, she let go of his member, watching as he came untouched. Semi let out a desperate whine at the lack of contact and even though he did come to his climax, he felt incomplete and unsatisfied from y/n's brutal actions.

His member twitched against his abdomen and he was about the reach for himself to ride out his own high, but y/n gripped both of his wrists, forbidding him to do so. A whine fell from his lips and he looked at to y/n, chest heavying as he mumbled his next words. "why did you do that?"

"so I could do this-"

y/n let go of his wrist as he slowly settled down and once again; gripped his member in a fist. It seemed as if all air left his lungs when his body jerked forwards. Y/n shifted her body to straddle his thighs and keep him a bit more still. She jerked his overly sensitive member as he let out uncontrolled and whiney moans. "f-fuck, y/nnnn" he desperately gripped a nearby throw pillow as y/n watched in amusement. She used her free hand to push down on his chest, keep his body sturdy. "you wanted me to touch you, right?"

Semi tried to bare through the oversensitivity but it was too much and he couldn’t handle another second of it. He let out a choked moan, eyebrows contorting while his abdomen tensed and his hips jerked up against y/n's figure. "o-okay, okay. Enough." He finally managed to say, making her slowly let go. She smiled as he visibly relaxed, panting as he threw his head back onto the back of the couch, trying to pull himself together.

"you're fucking brutal, y/n."

ngl, this is so mid AND it was a requested scenario so i feel so bad 😭 either way though, i hopeee some you enjoyed this a little bit. tysm for the support! reblogs and notes are appreciated!

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[ringsofsaturnnnn]

i'd like to play roulette with the red chips, please 🥺🙏

and may i also have a cosmopolitan 🍹😌

(i hope i did that right HAHAHA)

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MDNI | h.nagachika x fem!reader

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨(𝘴) :: pet names, oral (fem receiving), piv, praise, unprotected sex, edging, use of ‘daddy’ and ‘slvt,’ unprotected sex (let me know if i missed anything!)

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 :: mack i’m fr so glad you requested hide. i love him sm 😭💛. i’m sorry this took so long. i reallyyy hope you like it!

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“honey, i’m home!”

those three words were always your favorite to hear. while they were simple, they meant a lot to you. it meant that your husband, hide, had returned home to you yet again.

being a member of the ccg wasn’t exactly the safest job in the world. you knew why your husband worked for them, but it still didn’t make you worry any less.

getting up from the couch to greet him, you flashed him a smile. “there’s my pretty girl.” he cooed after kicking his shoes off. your eyes roamed his body, taking in his features. he always looked so damn good in that uniform..

“honey?” his voice pulled you from your thoughts. blinking and shaking your head, you laughed slightly. “oh, sorry. i was uhm..” trailing off, you couldn’t help but look away. you didn’t necessarily want to admit to your husband that you were checking him out.

“admiring me?” he finished for you. he reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand. moving your head, he forced you to meet his eyes. swallowing, a small blush covered your cheeks. you went to speak, but every word that you thought of died on your tongue as you looked into his eyes.

“come on, angel. use your words. aren’t you going welcome me home?” he teased, a soft chuckle escaping him. the sound was like music to your ears as you looked at him. “w-welcome home.” you stammered out, repeating his words. “oh, come on. that’s it? no, ‘i love you’ or anything cute like that?”

hide had always loved messing with you. he enjoyed how flustered you got. “i-i..” leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips to silence you. “don’t worry, i’ll get you to use your voice.”

“hide!” a soft moan escaped your lips as he continued to draw lazy circles around your clit with his tongue. your fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly as you threw your head back. you could feel him smirk before he pulled away. “yes?” he chuckled, licking his lips.

“s-stop teasing.” you whimpered. he had been edging you for a good ten, maybe fifteen, minutes now. all you wanted was to cum, but he was denying you the satisfaction. “aw, my pretty girl wants to cum?” there he went teasing you again.

nodding your head, you looked at him. “please.” your voice was shaky as you gently bucked your hips. “ah, ah.” he shook his head, his blonde locks falling over his forehead. gently pinning your hips to the bed, he looked down at you with those chocolate brown eyes of his. they were always so warm and full of love.

a soft whine escaped you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “don’t whine, sweetheart. i’ll let you cum.” he smiled at you before burying his face between your legs once again. he was quick to slip his middle and ring finger inside of you, his tongue immediately latching on to your clit.

“a-ah!” you squeezed your eyes shut as he immediately began pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. his tongue swirled around your clit, making you clench around his fingers. you could feel him chuckle, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head. “h-hide! fuck!”

it wasn’t long before your fingers found his tangled, messy locks. gently tugging on them, you felt that familiar feeling start to build in your stomach. you prayed that your husband would finally allow you the release you so desperately craved.

“p-please,” you cried. “please let me cum!” you could feel yourself hurdling towards your climax. “go ahead, angel. you’ve been a good girl.” he murmured around your clit. with a soft squeal, you felt yourself cum around his fingers. your fingers gripped his hair harshly.

hide gently pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, helping you come down from your high. once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out, watching as a string of cum followed. “such a good girl. came so much for me.” he praised. bringing his fingers to his mouth, he immediately licked them clean.

your chest rose and fell with every breath, your eyes still closed. after a moment, you opened them. hide was kneeling next to you on the bed, a smirk decorating his features. a bulge was noticeable within the tight confines of his navy blue slacks. “a little hand, love?”

you were quick to sit up, your hands immediately reaching for the belt that held up his slacks. “so eager.” his tone was teasing as you fumbled with his belt. after a few more minutes of you fumbling, hide decided to help you out. his fingers made quick work of removing his belt, the sound of the leather sliding out of the fabric making you drool.

the second his belt was discarded, you quickly undid his slacks and pulled them, along with his underwear, down. his dick immediately sprang free, the tip red and already oozing precum. “look at what you did to me angel. you’re just too damn pretty.” pressing a kiss to your lips, he carefully pinned you down to the mattress. while he kissed you, he finished discarding his pants.

“‘m gonna fuck you so good.” he murmured. you whined against his lips, spreading your legs to give him easier access. “that’s a good girl.” he chuckled as he slowly slid into you. a pornographic moan escaped you, your eyes immediately squeezing shut.

“taking my dick so well, pretty girl.” he praised as he slowly started thrusting in and out. the bed dipped under the pressure of bodies as he started to move his hips faster and faster. “a-ah!” your arms had looped around his neck as he pushed his hips flush against your groin.

resting his forehead against yours, he couldn’t help but press another sloppy kiss to your lips. “so fucking deep!” you cried against his somewhat chapped lips. he continued to roll his hips against yours, allowing every inch of him to fill you up. “and so b-big!”

that had hide chuckling. “yeah? but you can take it. i know you can, pretty girl. you always take my dick like a champ.” he groaned. hide couldn’t help but praise you, especially when you were a sweaty mess underneath him. while he loved how you looked no matter what, his favorite way to see you was fucked out underneath him. it made the long, grueling hours of working for the ccg worth it if it meant he could come home to his perfect girl.

“i-i’m gonna cum, honey. where do you want it?” soft pants escaped him, his body sticky with sweat. you only whined, not giving him a direct answer. leaning down, he whispered in your ear. “if you don’t tell me, i’m going to cum in this slutty little pussy and you’re just going to take it. take it like a good girl.”

his words made your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hips bucking harshly against his. “d-do it! cum in my slutty cunt, daddy!” you whined as you felt yourself come undone on his dick. the second your velvety walls squeezed hide’s already sensitive dick, he came. “o-oh fuck!” he gasped.

he thrusted his hips a few more times, carefully working the both of you through your climaxes. as you both came down from your high, you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle. “what’s got you all giggly, cutie?” hide asked.

“oh, i’m just glad you’re home..”

dividers & main picture made by :: @strrynigghts

[frostbittendoe]

@spider-slvt

Angel had been chilling on a couch in the lounge when the girl spoke. He looked up from his phone and raised a brow. Well she was new. How did she slip in without him noticing? How long had she been here? Was that Alastor's room she just came from? He sat up a little. "You said not to ask but you didn't say anything about assumptions~ Either you made a deal or smiles over there actually does fuck!" He laughs, teasing the poor girl.

--- ⁂ Shimo was still fairly new to the hotel as she'd been hired on as help for Niffty. That didn't stop her from becoming close to a certain radio demon. Her brow twitched at the other's jest and she brought her arms up to fold over her chest.

"Oh if you could only imagine---"

She mumbled to herself before realizing that she had actually spoken those words out loud. Not in her mind. The doe flattened her ears further as a small blush rose up to her cheeks.

"Wait, no, that's not--"

She was flustered now.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Her Other Family

As requested by @slvt-4-bees Hope this meets your expectations and thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,826

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The anxiety that’s coursing through you right now would worry even the most oblivious of people.

You wring your fingers together as you pace the floor of your bedroom, thoughts running a mile a minute.

“I’m almost positive the neighbors are gonna make a complaint soon if you don’t stop.” Your girlfriend speaks, eyes watching your form.

Bringing your hand up to your face, you continue the unhealthy habit of biting your fingernail(yes just the one, on your thumb).

“Look I didn’t think it’d stress you out. You don’t have to come if you don’t wa-“

“I want to!” You cut her off,“ I just- they’re the Avengers.”

Natasha lets out a small laugh,“ I’m an Avenger.” She reasons.

“That’s different.” You wave her off.

Jokingly offended, she asks,“ how!?”

“Tasha you walk around here in light pink fuzzy socks and pout when I don’t bake you cookies.”

Admittedly, yes, Natasha is very soft for you. But having not met her other family you aren’t aware of how soft they actually are.

That is to change though, tonight at Tony’s costume party. With the man having plans with his daughter on Halloween, he planned this party so he could celebrate with his team(and it’s Tony of course he wouldn’t pass up a chance to have a party).

Standing up, Natasha steps in front of you, her hands gripping your shoulders,“ Y/N, love, it’s just a party and they are normal people.”

When you look into her forest eyes you can’t help but take in her assuring words. After a deep breath, you nod, and mentally agree to calm down and let things happen.

For the couple hours you have before the party you hang out with Natasha: helping dye each other’s hair for your costumes and then cuddling on the couch and talking about her team(you didn’t want to go in with only the knowledge you got from the media). 

Soon enough the two of you are getting dressed.

You stand in front of the mirror, wiggling your hips as you pull the small red and black shorts up your legs, then tugging on the matching corset. As you’re fixing your hair Natasha walks out of the bathroom.

E/C eyes trail up the expanse of her body, over the green knee high boots, nude colored stockings, and green one piece. The plastic leafy material covers all the important parts of her body but leaves her legs, cleavage, and arms exposed. 

Looking at her now, a big part of you wants to negate the whole party plan just to stay here and ravage her. 

Natasha shares the same adage, biting her lip as she takes in your costume clad body. With a smile, she stands behind you, admiring how good you two look together in your costumes.

“If this party weren’t so important to the team I’d tie you to the bed right now.” She whispers against the shell of your ear.

A tingle travels through your body at her words and it takes everything in you to push away from her. It takes even greater strength to actually get out of your apartment with Natasha constantly putting her hands on your body. Even on the ride over her hand remains on your thigh.

You’d heard about Tony Starks legendary parties, you’d even treated a couple patients with broken bones who came from said parties to the urgent care clinic you work at. And all those stories are completely true.

The party is in full swing when you and Natasha arrive. People move about the large space dressed in a variety of costumes, drinks flow freely from the bar and the DJ in the far corner fills the room with music as orange lights strobe. If you didn’t know any better you’d think a teenager planned this.

At your moment of entry, you’re greeted by the first two members of her team. Clint, her best friend/brother who you’d met before, approaches in a leather Green Arrow costume accompanied by a pretty brunette in a Wonder Woman outfit.

“Nat, Y/N, you made it.” Clint wastes no time pulling you both into a hug. 

You chuckle and return it,“ it’s good to see you too Clint.”

The brunette looks on curiously, urging you to nudge Natasha a little to introduce you.

“Right, Y/N this is my friend and teammate Wanda. Wanda this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

Wanda didn’t need more explanation than that. She’d seen the illuminating grin on Natasha’s face when she’d get texts from you or the same grin that appeared when she left the compound every night. Wanda now knows the source of Natasha’s happiness. 

She immediately pulls you into a hug, gushing about how good it is to meet you and how much she loves your costume. 

“Thank you so much. I love yours too. Wonder Woman is a brilliant choice.” 

A thankful smile plays on her face,“ oh thanks. It was suggested by Clint’s daughter. If not for her I’d be in my mission gear.” 

You laugh at that, the four of you heading deeper into the party.“ Like Iron Man over there.” Natasha laughs as well.

Tony is indeed in his Iron Man suit, arm wrapped around Rhodey(who’s dressed in a black suit with black glasses) in front of the DJ’s set up.

“Did he paint his suit orange and black?” You squint trying to see clearly through the lights.

“Yes, yes he did.” Wanda nods.

An unfamiliarly smooth voice joins the conversation,“ cause he’s dramatic as hell.”

All your gazes turn to the source. A dark skinned man dressed in silk boxing shorts and a matching robe stands at the bar.

“I think he has a reason to be. Or at least the goods to back it up.” You retort. 

Tony’s a billionaire and a genius. Alongside being among the heroes who saved the universe, he’s lead groups and contributed to organizations that better the world. He(if anyone) deserves to relish in the spotlight.

The “boxer’ scoffs,“ if you wanna talk about the goods to back it up why d-”

Before he can even finish, an arm circles around your waist. The familiar woodsy and cinnamon scent relaxes you,“ Wilson, always looking for an excuse to have your shirt off.” 

It’s not lost on you that this is a possessive move. Wilson was clearly about to pull some corny ass line but Natasha was not about to have it. Your her girl.

“Don’t act like you aren’t impressed Romanoff.” He smirks back.

You raise an eyebrow at her, only playing,“ are you impressed Romanoff?”

Suppressing a laugh, Natasha shakes her head,“ not at all. But I’m sure you know exactly how to impress me.” Her voice drops seductively as well as her hand on your waist.

“Woah woah. Is this- is this a thing?” Wilson points between you and Natasha.

“Sam, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Natasha introduces you,“ Y/N this is Falcon, aka bird boy, aka Sam.”

You extend a hand to him,“ nice to meet you Bird Boy.”

Addressing him as that made Wanda, Clint, and Natasha laugh. 

Luckily the laughter continued through the night. The four of you stuck close through the party, drinking(all of you except Natasha who’s driving you two home later), and talking. Sam popped up every so often to join conversations.

It wasn’t until the party started to end that you met the rest of the Avengers. 

In a way that seems completely routine, the team grabs drinks, and heads to a seating area. Natasha fixes you a f/d and tugs your hand. 

Tony, who’s now removed the Iron Man suit, frowns at you, that frown directing to your hand linked with Natasha’s.

“Am I missing something here?” He asks.

“Just an introduction.” Your girlfriend teases, pulling you on to the couch between her and Wanda, who you admittedly hit it off with.

Not that you were ranking Natasha’s teammates but you like Wanda the most. She’s a very genuine person, giving off a warm and welcoming vibe. 

Everyone waits for Natasha to introduce you, eyes widening and eyebrows raising when she says you her girlfriend. 

“Y/N that is Steve and Bucky,” she points to the blonde and brunette men in Dodgers uniforms,“ that’s Thor,” another blonde man but he’s dressed as Superman,“ and obviously that’s Tony and Bruce.”

Thor very loudly and boisterously speaks of how nice it is to meet you. Bucky and Steve make mention of how they’re glad you make Natasha happy. Bruce’s reaction is hard to put a single emotion on, but he seems okay with your presence. And Tony, surprisingly, is pretty excited to get to know you.

Over the next couple of hours you see how chaotic the seemingly put together group of heroes actually is. As drinks flow further they fall into teasing but playful banter and they include you in it as if they’d known you for years. Until it shifts to childish games, mainly being that of lifting the hammer. 

Natasha whispers in your ear that it’s basically a party tradition to do so. They reason that one of them could very easily have become worthy over the time that’s passed between parties.

“Y/N, you’re up.” All eyes fall to you as Tony calls you out.

Eyes wide, you look around at them,“ what about Natasha?” You point out.

They all laugh at that, saying how Natasha doesn’t participate in this.

“Why not?” 

Natasha chuckles,“ cause love, I can’t lift it.” 

“Like hell! You wouldn’t know, apparently you haven’t tried.” 

The team instigates it, ‘ooo’s ringing out. 

Letting out a sigh, Natasha rolls her eyes, and stands. Everyone’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. 

Her slender fingers wrap around the handle of the hammer, she sends an uncertain look receiving a challenging eyebrow from you, before she pulls.

When nothing happens, Tony is quick to mention that it’s rigged. For the hell of it you go over and attempt to but it doesn’t move. 

Faking upset, you fall on to the couch beside Natasha,“ I thought I was worthy.” You pout.

The team watches in slight awe at how soft Natasha responds to you.

“Awe, lyubov moya, you are worthy of all the stars. That hammer obviously uses fingerprint recognition.” She presses a kiss to you temple making you smile.

“Isn’t that sweet.” Tony mocks.

Sam rolls his eyes,“ so Romanoff is soft, huh?”

The Black Widow mask slips on instantly as she levels Sam with a glare,“ I won’t hesitate to kick your ass.”

He makes his next statement as he runs away and your girlfriend chases after. 

With everyone laughing at the two around you, you can’t even remember why you had been so anxious in the first place. More than anything you find yourself looking forward toy getting to know Natasha’s other family better.

[ladybirdaura]

hair // doux - yuka

head // lelutka - briannon 3.0

glasses // cheezu - square glasses

rings // cheezu - daily thin rings *group gift*

skin // heaux - zoe, tone ivory

eyelids // glam affair - closed eyes, honey (comes with bri skin)

freckles // ladybird - walcott

moles // ladybird - walcott

mask // sakura - face mask, hanging [L] FP exclusive

shirt // parfait - pizza slvt red polo shirt @ the epiphany | april 2021

tag //parfait - pizza slvt nametag, red @ the epiphany | april 2021

pizza // parfait - pizza slvt peenza box @ the epiphany | april 2021

slice // parfait - pizza slvt stuffed crust slice L @ the epiphany | april 2021

pose // space cadet - pastry sits, muffin

couch // hive - tenley couch

succulents // 22769 - wanderlust memories, succulent cups @ the epiphany | april 2021

record player // 22769 - wanderlust memories, record player @ the epiphany | april 2021

goat statue // 22769 - wanderlust memories, coffee table books @ the epiphany | april 2021

table // 22769 - wanderlust memories, vintage file cabinet @ the epiphany | april 2021

hanging plant // sari sari - hanging pothos @ anthem | april 2021

plant shelf // mithral - cylindrical hanging planter @ equal10 | april 2021

blinds // soy - reed screen, light

skybox // milk motion - abandoned room @ c88 | april 2021

[sofasoap]

By the fireplace

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader (AKA Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Winter moment with Riley family

Part of Memory in a Fragrance series

Part of Mini MacTavish series : post - And life goes on

Warning : T-M rating. Fluff.

A/N: This is for @okayyadriana , bit of Simon non Angst comfort for you :)

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Winter is your favourite time of the year.

Season for snow, roaring fire, comfort food, hot chocolates.

Closing your eyes, inhaling. The charred smell from the burning wood, mixed with the distinctive weapon oil,gunpowder sandalwood and vanilla.

Smell of comfort, home, safety.

Smell of Simon Riley.

“Tired?” Simon whispered as he put his book down, caressing your hair lovingly.

“Just relaxing.” You smiled as you snuggled further into him.

“Ma, Da.” Your head turned slightly, hearing the slight clinking sound of tray and mugs being set down on the side table. “ Two hot chocolates with a dash of whisky as requested. And Oh.” Turning back to dash into the kitchen and returning with a metal box.”Some Kletzenbrot that Uncle König sent over.”

“You mean Alex sent it over.” Tiny chimed in.

“Haud yer wheesht TINY!!!” Aileen blushed and tried to shush her brother up from spilling out secrets.

It’s one of the rare occasions the whole family is home for winter breaks. You couldn’t even remember when was the last time the family of five gathered together for the winter festive season.

Usually Simon and Soap will be called away for special missions, or the twins and their cousin had to be on standby at the base, leaving you with little Kylie to spend Christmas with your sister in law and rest of the children.

“I thought I told you to stay away from that boy.” You feel your husband’s body tenses up, chest rumbling as he voices his disapproval.

“LOVE.” “DA!” You patted Simon's chest, trying to soothe him.

“I like Alex, he is nice to me.” Little Kylie pouted, Simon’s eyes softened as he looked down at his youngest daughter, sitting in front of the fireplace with her brother,concentrating on knitting a scarf with the knitting machine Gaz got for her as a birthday present. “Uncle König makes the best desserts.Can we invite their family over next time??”

You had to stifle a laugh when you heard Simon grumbling away, “We’ll see.” He just couldn’t say no to his daughters.

“Well Tiny,” Aileen, turning towards her brother. “Who was that person I saw you chatting away in the barrack last time? You seem to be pretty close to them, hm??”

Tiny glared at his sister, who seemed to be pleased with her revenge.

Your ear perked up, but the bickering of the twins together with their younger sister drowned any recognisable conversation. Guess the gossip about your son’s love life will have to wait for another day.

You feel Simon relaxed back into the couch, pulling you back into his lap as he picks his book back up again, resume reading with a slight smile on his face.

Simon Riley finally find peace in his family.

Taglist :

@okayyadriana

@kaplerrr

@homicidal-slvt

@floral-force

@rileyslibrary

@mistydeyes

@siilvan

@roosterr

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - interlude

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Immediately after Lastochka - Part II Part I , Part II,,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Epilogue II, Espionage

Warning : Mature theme. Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Your sixth sense never fails you. Body reacts before your brain switches back into gear. 

Your eyes snap open and try to surge up, only to be pushed back down but a large shadow that is looming over you. 

A hand covered your mouth as you tried to speak, through the dim street light streaming through the gaps of the curtain, you realised it’s Nikolai on top of you, his usually combed back hair in slight disarray, covering part of his face. In other times you would have been lusting over the sight of him, bare chested, firm muscles, gold chain and his dog tag dangling down just over your body. Dominating you.

Your brain is slowly booting back up, trying to remember what happened the night before that have you both in such a compromised position.

“Laswell will send someone out to extract us. We are to stay put in the meantime.” Nikolai updated you as you came out from the bathroom. There was no hot water supply, you managed to find basic toiletry inside the bathroom cabinet and brushed your teeth and cleaned your face with the extreme cold water. 

“Sounds like we can have a bit of a shut eye then. “ you yawned again. “You coming?”

“To?”

“To bed.”

Raising his brows, he smirked at your suggestion, “Being bold now are we?”

“Wipe that smirk off your face you bampot,” you look at him deadpanned. “There’s no hot water, the radiator isn’t working. It’s cold. I am not letting you sleep on that little tiny thing there.” Pointing at the small two seater couch. “I am cold. There’s enough space on the double bed to fit both of us. Come and keep me warm.” You finished the last bit of the sentence in a hurry, with heat burning your face. 

He complied with your demand with no further question. 

You already dragged out all the blankets you could find in the room, shaking it out and layering it up on the bed. You sneezed as all the dust flew around. God knows when was the last time anyone used this safe house.

Taking your boots off and jumpers off, you were eager to slip underneath the cover asap. The winter in this area is harsher than expected. You just hope with the blankets it will keep both of you warm throughout the night.

Making yourself comfortable, watch Nikolai taking his shirt off, double checking the bedroom lock is secure and curtains are drawn properly. 

“Enjoying the sight?” flashing his signature smile at you as he caught you gawking.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Trust me, I have more to show you that will make your jaw drop.“ This man is definitely the biggest flirt you have ever met, even surpassing your brother.

“IF I ever decided to look at it.”

“ Aw, I am hurt Lastochka.” feigning disappointment as he pulls his belt off his pants.

“Shut up and get in.” 

Turning the light off, he lifts the cover and slides in. You let out a surprise squeal as you didn’t expect him to grab you by the waist, lifting you up and moving you to the other side of the bed, away from the door. 

“Safer for you to sleep on that side.” He mumbled. Tucking you and himself in, you realise this man is like a human furnace. Letting out a sign of content as you wiggle closer to him.

“Comfortable?”

“Mmm.” “ Good.”

Both of you slowly drift to sleep, leaning your head against his body, his arm resting over your head on the pillow, shielding you from danger.

You are at the safe house. After that near failure mission. Memory slowly floods back.

Looking down at you, without a word, he jerks his head towards the bedroom door, someone is outside. You were instantly awake and on alert. 

You nodded your head as he lifted his hand off from your mouth, and slid off the bed, gun in one hand, you grabbed your gun from under the pillow, following close behind him as he edged closer to the  bedroom door. 

You were shaking slightly from both the chill of air and nervousness. How did the intruders get in without setting off the alarm system? 

You were glad your sixth sense woke you up and even more thankful Nikolai was up even before you. Or has he been on watch all the time? 

Gun ready, he pulled the door open before aiming it at the two intruders who were standing right in the middle of the living room. 

“GUNS DOWN NIK! IT’S US!!” Soap hissed before putting both of his hands up. 

“Soap? Gaz?”

“Boys?” your heart leaped when you realised it was Gaz and your brother, you ran forward and gave Soap a big hug. 

“You alright Mini?” nodding your head as he hugs you back. “Come on. Get your stuff. Ghost and Price are waiting for us.”  pulling out of his embrace,  you turn and give Gaz a quick hug and follow Nikolai back to the bedroom.

As the two of you get dressed and pick up your gears, a pang of sadness hits you. Why am I feeling like this? Did I want to spend more time alone with him? 

The realisation that you have fallen deeper than you expected, hits you like a truck. And you don’t want to fight against that feeling anymore.  Shaking your head to push that thought away for the moment. Focus, got to leave this place first. “Let’s roll.”

Gaz and Soap led you and Nikolai out of the safe house, to the awaiting dark van that's a few streets away. 

Filing into the van, you saw Ghost in the driver’s seat, Price turned around from the passengers side.

“Good to have two back.” looking at you, “Got the chip?”

Fishing it out from the hidden pocket of your trench coat, you handed it over to Price. 

Nodding his head with satisfaction. “Thank you, and I’m sorry Mini, for putting you in such danger.”

Shaking your head. “ You gotta do what you have to do. Besides,” Flashing a tired but cheeky smile, “ we made it out in one piece. Thanks to everyone.”

The rest of the trip was spent in silence, as Ghost drove everyone out of the town, back towards the safe zone. Price peers into the rear mirror, noticing you have fallen asleep, leaning your head against Nikolai’s shoulder, no doubt still tired from the mission and ordeal from the day prior. He certainly did not miss the soft smile on his friend’s face as you subconsciously snuggle closer to him, seeking his warmth. He sighed. He doesn’t like it, but what else can he do or say? Price hoped this wouldn’t create drama in the future for the team. He knows how Soap would act if he found out. 

One can only hope.