#lmao this is the prettiest sight I've ever seen

[sweeterthanthis]

You are in a committed relationship with Mr. Andy Barber. Sugar daddy!Andy?? Perhaps 😏. One day he’s in a particular mood and he has you tied up spread eagle on the bed absolutely working you over with his mouth and fingers. When you reach your 4th intense orgasm of the night, he leans down and whispers in your ear that he has a little treat for you. For this night only, because Andy doesn’t play well with others, you may choose one person to join your rendezvous. Andy gives you options and they are:

Or

So, my love, who are you choosing? 😈

😘

It's disgusting how quickly I decided on this. I knew it was Mike before I'd even scrolled down. Lmao. Here's a very little something.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader x Mike Weiss

Warnings: Smut, extremely mild daddy kink. 18+.

"P-please Andy, I can't - oh fuck - I can't take any more," you plead, your nerve endings practically vibrating from his seemingly endless assault on your body. Andy's knuckles drag gently up over your ribcage, his thumb brushing against your nipple as you whimper beneath his touch.

"You know you're my good girl, right?" He asks, and all you can do is mumble a 'yes' before he's kissing your swollen lips - his beard scraping against your tear stained cheeks. "Got a little gift for you, baby. Now close those pretty eyes for me."

You don't even hesitate; eyelids heavy from the multitude of orgasms Andy has ripped from your body so far. Your pulse thumping in your ear, you don't register the second set of footsteps in the room. Don't notice the presence of another man between your legs until he's reaching out to stroke the inside of your thigh.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous," the familiar voice whispers, your eyes snapping open and your lips parting in shock. "Yeah, there she is."

"Mike?" You gawp, your thighs instantly closing at the sight of him stood there naked before you; his fist languidly stroking his impressive cock. You look to Andy then, his features expressing his amusement at your strife. "Andy? What-- what is this?"

"This," he starts, walking towards you and brushing his fingertips over the hollow of your throat. "This is what you wanted, isn't it baby? Saw you flirting with him at the firms gala dinner a couple of weeks ago."

"What do you get the girl who has everything she could ever want for her birthday?" Andy smirks, leaning over you until his lips are but an inch away from yours. "What's the matter, baby? Don't you like your present?"

Your thighs widen as Mike coaxes them open with the backs of his palms, and you can't take your eyes off his body. He's a little more built than Andy, a litany of tattoos on his arms, stomach and chest. And he's looking at you like you're the last fucking meal he's ever going to have.

"Can I touch you, beautiful?" Mike asks, already sinking to his knees and blowing a hot breath against your quivering, spent cunt. You nod almost instantly, intensity building in your gut and your head spinning from the shock of it all. "Fuck, that's the prettiest little pussy I've ever seen. Feel like it might be my birthday, Barber."

You can't help but let your eyes roll back as the flat of his tongue takes a swipe of your sodden folds, sucking your throbbing clit between his teeth and latching his lips around it.

"Oh fuck," you moan, your thighs trembling already from the expert flicks of his tongue against your sensitive nub. Andy's hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently - a subtle reminder of who you belong to, you're sure of it.

"Aren't you gonna say thank you for your birthday gift, baby?" Andy asks, the first of Mikes fingers slipping straight into your trembling hole, curling up against the sweet spot inside you that Andy always loves to play with.

"Thank you, daddy."

[beneathashadytree]

MASTERPIECE - ARMIN ARLERT X READER

Warnings : this is set after the timeskip of course, not specified if this is canonverse or modern AU, handjob, almost-blowjob, cum swallowing, sub!Armin, dom!reader, implied overstimulation, implied edging and orgasm denial, Armin is kinda loud, one mention of blood, implied dacryphilia, Armin has a praise kink, very very light bondage, begging, implied corruption kink, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut, but they're in love lmao

Word count : 0.9K words

Synopsis : Nothing was ever more pleasing than the sight of a needy Armin Arlert being repeatedly brought to the edge.

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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Masterlist

"F-fuck."

A stuttered curse, breathed into the heat of the room, blond head thrown back in tandem with the word and looking statuesque as he did---he looked like a painting of perfection, one that I'd painted in my own colors. Crystalline eyes welled with tears, almost heartwrenchingly beautiful as the smell of copper permeated the air, lips stained with rustic red as pearly white teeth snagged on a plump lower lip.

He was nothing short of ethereal; breathtaking in every angle of his chin, every involuntary jerk of his hips. Armin Arlert was reduced to putty in my hands, and yet he somehow resembled an angel even Michelangelo would revere and envy.

Panting and huffing, he writhed, weeping cock pulsing in my hand, almost adorably eager as his bound hands struggled against the fabric of the silken tie. Seeing him so desperate and begging for more without actually saying the words pulled a smirk onto my face, one that only grew wider as he leaked more precum into my fist as I pumped his cock, his veins pulsating against my palm.

"Look at you, such a pretty boy," I murmured, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to his tip, reveling in the way he whined at the contact of my lips to his sensitive head, "Really, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen, baby."

Armin groaned, "P-please. Can't hold back much longer. 'S been an hour," almost as though his muscles were remembering the sixty long minutes of torturous edging I'd put him through, his thighs trembled as his hands tried---and failed---to seek purchase in my hair; to bring me down to his aching cock.

But really, how was I to blame, when his face when nearing the edge was so captivating that it was almost otherworldly? When his sweet voice sang of how good I was making him feel, how close he was to cumming, how much he wanted me to use him? He was the epitome of eroticism in its most beautiful form, and I couldn't resist toying with him like that when he was right in the palm of my hand---quite literally too.

Pale skin covered in a sheen of sweat and a sensual red blush, Armin's chest heaved with every moan that escaped his swollen lips. My hand tightening as I picked up the pace, urging the most melodious sounds out of him, I couldn't help myself and found my lips trailing delicate kisses from his base to his hipbone and back again, tracing an invisible line only I could see. Pride filled me at the knowledge that only I could bring him to a state of ruin like this; that he was all mine to devour completely and leave a wanton mess every single time.

"I think you deserve to cum," I whispered, knowing that I was lightly tickling him as he shivered, abdominal muscles taut as I peppered more kisses, "You're rather responsive today, huh?"

With a fervent nod, his eyes glazed over, no longer thinking nor speaking coherently. His tongue just lolled out of his mouth, panting as he drooled with no self-awareness or restraint. Lost in the haze of pleasure as I fisted his angry red cock even faster, he could only whimper my name half-heartedly, hands close to ripping their ties from behind his back. I only barely had time to wrap my lips around his tip before he was jerking up into my mouth, the warmth no doubt sending him hurtling over the edge with a garbled whine and uncontrollable sobs as I swallowed the thick ropes of cum that seemed endless, hips completely raised as he arched his back off the bed in a sight that could only be described as pornographic.

Such an innocent boy, and yet such a filthy sight he was when he was in my bind. Pulling back as I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, I watched the way he came down from his dizzying high like a predator would watch its prey. And really, even as he laid on his side, hands still tied and wrists red from the effort of tugging against their hold, eyes fluttering shut as he curled into the mattress, soft hair fanning out underneath his head, I still felt the overwhelming hunger rise at the sight of him.

But I had to hold back, knowing that my beautiful boy was probably beyond spent, and I only ever wanted to make him feel good---so good, in fact, that he'd collapse into an exhausted heap like that every single time I was done with him, cheeks tearstained and glowing rosy red with sex or the like.

Untying my lover's raw wrists and kissing them gently as his breathing evened out, I rubbed the skin, making sure that not a single mark of pain would ever last on his perfect skin.

"There we go," I mumbled finally, kissing his temple as he always liked me to do; even in his almost-unconscious state his lips curled up into a tired half-smile, and it took all the strength in me to stop at pulling up the bedsheets to his chest and doing nothing more lewd, "Sleep well, handsome."

Armin Arlert was my perfectly wrecked masterpiece, after all, and art could only ever be cherished and treasured.

Taglist: @mrsgiovanna @thispersoniscrazy @blondeboyfriend

[prttydolls]

A dream. [D.m]

— summary : you always envied her.

— warnings : cursing, crying, jealousy.

— pairing : Draco Malfoy x Astoria Greengrass

Oh how you envied the youngest greengrass heir, she was perfect. Her sexy body, her shiny hair and that— that gorgeous smile. Words can't express how you wish she didn't exsist in dracos life. Draco was your bestfriend, who can't see that your helplessly Inlove with him.

Blondes, You say.

“she looks just like a dream.” draco sighed happily. “she's also the prettiest girl I've ever seen.” he spoke, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“who?” you mumbled, already knowing an answer. “Astoria.” he beamed at the sight of Astoria talking with her friends across the courtyard, Your heart ached.

You always felt something about him, romantic feelings. If you could, you would cut off any part of your body just to be adored into dracos eyes. It kills you, knowing that your bestfriend will never be your ever.

He only talks about her 24/7. It tires you, that he talks about her all the time. As if she's the only topic he could come up. You wanted to snap at him, just to stop. But you could never, if he's happy. Your happy right?

No not really.

The night sky lit up so bright, enough to wish. And your wish was just to be adored as Astoria was.

–a/n : This is short, cuz it's an excuse for me not finishing my first smut (I'm fucking scared lmao)

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

Sunday ask time!

What is your position on romance cliches? Do you think of yourself more as a realist or a romantic? Opinions on Valentine's day?

I know you are ace but I am obsessed with wnrs so here's stuff i have shamelessly stolen from that acc (answer all of them, some of them or none of them if you wish):

What story about love have you been telling yourself that no longer serves you? How would you like to change it?

What parts of yourself do you need to break up with?

Have you had your first love? If so how did you get over it?

How would you describe the feeling of being in love in one word?

What do you understand now about love that you didn't understand before?

If your last relationship was a Netflix series how would it be called?

If you're in love, complete the sentence: Loving them feels like _______

Name 3 things you love about yourself

thank you!!! i'm ace but i experience romantic attraction so this is totally fine :)

(I FORGOT ABOUT THE FIRST QUESTIONS AND I REMEMBERED ONLY AFTER POSTING THIS I'M SORRY)

i like romantic clichés, I think most or them are cute and do no harm.

in spirit i'm a romantic but i'm an incredibly rational person and i'm very realistic in the sense i believe i won't really ever find a romantic partner so that's that.

just as all the other USA-imported festivities, i hate the consumerist aspect of it, but in essence it's a cute day to celebrate love. i also understand not celebrating it, my parents never do as their wedding anniversary is exactly one month after st valentines, so i grew up with it not being super important.

1. for the longest time i believed on love at first sight, mainly because of media and the fact that this more or less happened to me with my high school crush (long story short, i was reading in the library, and she came with a friend asking me for help in some maths homework she had and i could barely speak after looking at her for the first time lmao). when i was researching asexuality and came into the different types of attractions, it all made more sense. i now believe that love takes time to cultivate, and that it's not a sudden thing but a progressive feeling that is built with time. i imagined what happened back in the day was that i was aesthetically attracted to her at first, she was the prettiest girl i had ever seen (she still is), and it wasn't until i started learning more and more about her than i started to fall for her. that's why i'm trying to remind myself that love takes time and comes progresively and in a multitude of ways, to maybe give me more confidence and hope for my own search of 'the one' (even if it will probably never happen)

2. probably my almost inexistent self-esteem and self-confidence, that's part of why i'm going to therapy so let's see how it goes. right now i truly believe i will never actually find a romantic partner, and that the solely idea of fantasizing about it is ridiculous cause it will only make me more miserable cause i'll never have that; i know it's a harmful way of thinking but in true honesty deep down i feel like that's the truth, even if people tell me otherwise. so yeah, it's all a bit complicated haha.

3. yes, as i told you i had a crush on high school. i want to say i'm over her but i'm not 100% sure? i think there's like this feeling that lingers no matter how much time passes and that it'll stay with me forever. like, i don't really think about her much but the few times i've seen her these past few years i've panicked a lot and when i see her in an insta post or something like that my heart races a bit, but that's it. as to how i got over her, i honestly don't know? i can only say it was a long and difficult process, that's for sure.

4. dreamlike

5. i think i kinda answered this one through questions 1 and 2 lmao.

6. i've never been in a relationship :)

i would love to read your answers!!

[kotosnoozy]

Requesting Tales of Graces for the ask meme, please? 😊

it's been a while since i did graces (i'm due a replay actually 👀) but i'll do my best!!!

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

the first character i ever fell in love with:

richard 😩💘 man had my ass the second i saw him!! i was still Very Deep in my riku kingdom hearts phase at that point and My God they're similar

a character that i used to love/like, but now do not:

i can't really think of one honestly!! uhhh i don't DISLIKE him but hubert doesn't hit quite as hard as he did for me as a kid? but i still love him so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

as a teen i liked a Lot of ships that i now. consider extremely dodgy and would block people on sight for being into lmao. but i liked richard/sophie a lot 🥴 i still think their dynamic is very sweet but DEFINITELY not romantically lmao

my ultimate favorite character™:

sophie!!! ultimate tales daughter........

prettiest character:

richard 😌

my most hated character:

i don't remember any particularly strong feelings of hatred honestly??? i don't think i was too fond of asbel's dad from what i remember

my OTP:

richas!! though i feel like on a repeat playthrough i'll be more open to richascheria

my NOTP:

sophie and uhhhh anyone really lmao. malik and any of the party is Iffy too.

favorite moment:

my memories of plot points of graces is pretty hazy honestly. but i think? i always liked the scenes with sophie and asbel talking by her flower bed. somft.

saddest death:

i don't remember any other than sophie at the end of the childhood arc!! so i guess that by default lmao

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

i don't remember if i hated anyone at all honestly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but i've seen a fair few people who love lambda recently and i don't remember caring that much about him one way or the other

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

pascal but in like a. trash (affectionate) way. trash (endearing)

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

sophie ofc!!

my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

i? don't have one sdjfhksd but i'm sure i'll come up with some cursed crossover ship after i replay it - i'll get back to you kjhfdkshf

my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

asbel/cheria - they're fine and i remember their development being satisfying enough that i didn't Dislike them but fundamentally i don't think tales usually does that good a job of developing its Actual Romances. so they're just Kind of Cute hehe

[grantszn]

wet dreams ethan dolan (part one)

i was listening to wet dreamz by j cole so like recommend listening to that🥴 also idk how i long i wanna make this so we’ll see might be more than one smut scene, aLso it’s my first time doing it from the twin’s pov so bear with me lmao, tELL ME IF YOU WANT A PART TWO!

(lil dt to my mother @lilac-dolans since she’s in ethan’s lane🥵 and a dt to my actual daddy @grungegrant)

summary: ethan is incredibly attracted to the new girl in his math class and what started out as innocent flirting soon progressed in something much more

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mentions of smut, and yeah

ethan-

i was currently in the hall talking with my friends talking about random shit like we usually did. the school bell rang signaling it was time for class so we quickly finished up,

"alright," i walked backwards and pointed at them, "I'll see you guys after class"

With a chuckle i turned back around smoothly draping my bookbag over my shoulder and chewing the gum in my mouth. Walking into my first class of the day, mathematics, i went to the very back to my main seat hanging my bookbag on the back of the chair. Not caring to pay attention to my surroundings as nothing ever changed. i reached into the side of my bookbag, grabbing a pencil and faced the front of the class still obnoxiously chewing my gum whilst tapping my foot.

"Can you please stop chewing so loud" i heard a voice speak beside me,

I quickly turned my head furrowing my eyebrows at the person my mouth gently falling open and the gum nearly falling out from the sight in front of me. she was gorgeous, long hair, beautiful soft caramel skin and the prettiest doe eyes i've ever seen. i just stared at her for a few minutes before i realized how weird i probably looked,

"Oh yeah my bad" i smirked beginning to chew my gum once again, this time quieter not daring to break eye contact

She sent me a quick nod and looked back to the front of the classroom where the teacher was sorting through papers. I carefully ran my eyes over her body licking my lips in the process before i snapped back into reality,

“Hey you gotta pencil i could borrow, forgot mine” i whispered with a slight grin

I tucked my own pencil into the sleeve of my sweater my eyes locking on her as she nodded. She gave me a look before she bent down to reach into her bag. My eyes quickly ran down her body once more, instantly landing on her ass, her perky fat ass. i bite my lower lip those leggings of hers giving little to no imagination. I cleared my throat as she leaned back up and turned to me, a soft smile placed on her lips,

“Here you go” Her angelic voice spoke

As she outstretched her arm i took the pencil from her my fingers grazing upon her skin as i did so, soft.

“Thanks. i’m Ethan by the way” i slowly licked my lips

“y/n” She smiled before turning back to the front of the class as the teacher began speaking

Math class just for a whole lot more fun.

* * * *

Math class ended and I closed my notebook and stuffed it into my bag along with my pencil. Quickly I stood up going to exit wanting to catch up with the girl to try and catch her number. I left the room and glanced around at all the kids and groaned as she was no where to be seen. I rolled my eyes and turned on my heels heading to my next class of the day, bummed out.

Still chewing that gum obnoxiously in my mouth as i pushed the door open to my next class. Walking in i plopped down in the front sitting next to my brother, Grayson. I kept my eyes locked on the board in front of me the only thing in my mind being her. More importantly the things i could do to he-

“Yo E”

My head snapped over to the voice knowing it belonged to my brother, obviously. Clearing my throat, i shifted a bit in my seat and sat up straighter my attention diverting to him,

“What’s up man?” i whispered with a raised eyebrow

Grayson leaned over but not before glancing around making sure no eyes were on us. A cocky smirk grew on his lips as patted my shoulder,

“I don’t know,” he glanced down, “You tell me bro”

My eyes quickly widened as i shot him a glare, my hand reaching down to pull my sweater down as best as i could. Using my other hand i shoved him away from me as a scoff fell from my lips as he laughed as quietly as possible,

“Shut up you fucking idiot” clenching my jaw i divert my attention back to the front of the class

I glance down at the notebook in front of me that currently has nothing written down, fuck. Licking my lips i sat up a bit straighter and began copying everything off the board word for word, trying my best to catch up before the bell rang.

* * * a week later * * *

I was currently on my way to school, my brother driving cause my mind was far too distracted. y/n and i had gotten a lot closer recently. Well we haven’t talked much out of class but during we can barely shut up to the point where we’ve started passing notes. There’s also been a lot of flirting going on. Quickly i got knocked out of my trance as my brother shut the car off and hopped on out. Licking my lips i stuffed my phone into the pocket of my hoodie i quickly got out as well. I was incredibly anxious to see her again even though it was only a day. I entered the school building giving my brother a quick nod before i quickly made way for math class. As i made it to the door i walked in and to my seat, she wasnt here yet. With a soft sigh i dropped my bag down and sat down with my pencil in hand tapping it along the desk.

My eyes quickly looked up as i heard that beautiful laugh that i’ve luckily been able to grow used to. Sitting up i bit my lip as i took in her appearance. She was talking to a student leaning against the door and i just watched the way her incredibly plump lips glided against one another, the lip gloss spread across them highlighting them ever more. Biting my lip a bit harder as she started walking to her seat, my eyes scanned down her body more she was wearing skinny jeans that perfectly sculpted her ass and them thighs, god them thick ass thighs that i wish could just be wrapped around my hea-

“Hey Ethan” she smiled at me

Quickly i locked eyes with her my lip popping out from between my teeth as i flashed her the most innocent smile i could manage. Completely trying to hide the fact that i was just having those thoughts.

“Hey y/n, looking beautiful today as always” i shot her a playful wink as she sat down

She giggled softly causing my heart to flutter in the slightest before she looked away but not before i caught onto the slight blush that had rose to her cheeks.

“Oh shut up” she looked back over to me tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear

Her hair was currently in its natural curly straight and it suited her so beautifully, she was beautiful. Leaning my elbows on the desk a bit i proceeded to ask her how her morning was. Which quickly led to some small talk before we rudely got interrupted by the teacher shushing is. Rolling my eyes at them i shot her another smile before we both diverted our attention back to the teacher and their pointless words. About halfway through the lesson i had grown bored and glanced over at y/n, only to catch her writing down on a small piece of paper. My eyes glanced to her face seeing her shoot me a playful look as she crumbled up the piece of paper and casually dropped it on the floor with a soft smirk. Glancing back up at the teacher i stretched my arms casually and shifted to lean down and ‘tie my shoe’ grabbing the paper. I sat back leaning back a bit and carefully began to open it, not wanting to rip the thin paper. Once i successfully opened it, my eyes widened at the words written upon it,

“you over have sex before?”

Clearing my throat slyly i felt my palms start to get sweaty. Where did this come from so suddenly? I bit my lower lip deciding to play it cool, looking over at her i shot her smirk and licked my lips, ripping off a piece of paper from my notebook myself. Quickly i picked my pencil back up, i began writing,

“Of course i had sex before”

knowing i was fronting..

“i’m like pro baby”

knowing i was stunting..

Quickly folding the piece of paper, i stretched my arms out once more casually dropping the paper successfully into her lap. Feeling my heartbeat continue to pick up pace. But i couldn’t tell her the truth, i haven’t been in pussy since the day i came out one, but she didn’t need to know that. Biting my lip i watched her closely as she read the note, picking up on the noticeable blush that arose onto her cheeks. The anticipation killing me as she began writing on the back of the same piece of paper, slyly handing it over to me this time, hoping she didn’t notice how clammy my hands were. I anxiously opened the piece of paper feeling myself more alert then i have ever been before,

“Oh you a pro baby? well i want you to show me, my mom’s gone for the weekend.”

Feeling my heart rate pick up even more as i clenched my jaw slightly. I bit my lip for the hundredth time today as i got another small piece of paper and began writing my response. My mind wandering all over the place as i did so just beginning to imagine everything. I began thinking about how her body looked naked while she laid on the bed. I mentally groaned as i shifted a bit in my seat, fixing my shirt over my bulge that became more prominent as my thoughts progressed. I glanced up at the teacher seeing he was calling on students now to come to the board, oh god please don’t make me stand up. I gripped my pencil in my hand and quickly wrote my response,

“yeah baby sounds like a plan”

Tried to play it cool, sound like the man. I slyly gave the note back to her watching closely once again as she read it. she went to respond i saw but the bell ringing beat us to it. I shot her a quick wink as i stood up and grabbed my bookbag walking out as calmly as i could. As I made it to my locker i calmed down a bit and slouched against it, wondering how this was going to work.

Knowing damn well i was a virgin..