#[gently holds his waist in my delicate grip] :3

[yumenosakiacademy]

UUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH

[hoshifighting]

First off, i love your writing<3 I had this imagine with Joshua... imagine he's like a CEO, and so he spoils his s/o, and one day, he comes home from work, and his s/o is showing him their new nails, and he can't stop imagining what their nails look like wrapped around his cock. So his s/o gives him a hj....

giving ceo!joshua a hand job with your fresh sets of nails

WARNINGS: smut, masturbation, handjob, body fluids; precum/cum, dirty talk, messy orgasm, joshua ruins his suit.

you hear the front door click open, the familiar sound of joshua’s shoes hitting the hardwood floor. “baby, i’m home,” he calls out, voice warm but laced with exhaustion. it’s been a long day for him, but you’ve been waiting for this moment. you pop your head out of the bathroom, flashing a smile.

“hey, babe! look!” you wiggle your fingers, showing off your freshly done nails, each one a different shade of soft, pastel pink with little sparkles at the tips. they’re perfect, delicate but bold, a small luxury joshua always insists on paying for.

his eyes catch them immediately, and for a second, something changes in his expression. he’s staring longer than usual, jaw tightening, eyes darkening just a bit. you know that look. “cute, right?” you say, your tone light, but your eyes are locked on his, reading the heat simmering thhere

he swallows, his throat bobbing, and steps closer, eyes flicking between your hands and your lips. “yeah… cute,” he mutters, but his gaze dips lower, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “real cute.”

you smirk. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” you ask, your voice teasing. you can already guess, though. joshua’s always been easy to read when it comes to you.

he sighs, loosening his tie just a bit, but his eyes don’t leave your hands. “i was just thinking… how good those nails would look wrapped around my cock.” it comes out blunt, raw, but fuck if it doesn’t send a shiver through you. you bite your lip, stepping closer.

“oh yeah?” you hum, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. you can feel the heat of him underneath, the way his body tenses slightly as your nails scrape gently against his abdomen.

“fuck, baby… yeah,” he groans, his voice lower now, breath heavier. you’re already reaching for his belt, undoing the buckle slowly, teasingly, as his cock starts to strain against his pants.

you pull it out, thick and heavy in your palm, the head flushed a deep red, already leaking precum that glistens in the low light of the room. your nails look almost too perfect against his length, a contrast that makes your mouth water. the smooth gloss of the polish catches the light as you wrap your fingers around him, giving an experimental stroke.

“shit,” joshua breathes, head falling back slightly, his hips jerking just the tiniest bit as your hand starts moving up and down his shaft, slow at first, just enough to drive him crazy. the slick sounds of your movements fill the space between you, wet and obscene, as more precum drips from the tip, coating your palm.

“look how fucking wet you are,” you murmur, eyes fixed on his cock, the way it glistens with each stroke, your fingers sliding easily along the length. his cock twitches in your grip, thick veins pulsing under your touch. you tighten your hold slightly, watching how his breath stutters, chest rising and falling rapidly.

his head tilts back, lips parted. you start pumping him faster, your nails gleaming as they slide up and down his slick cock, the sounds of your hand working him growing louder, filthier. it’s messy now, precum pooling at the base of his cock, dripping down your fingers, smearing across your palm.

“fuck, baby, yeah—just like that,” he groans, his voice breaking as his hips buck into your hand. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your sides, but he’s letting you take control, just losing himself in the sensation. his suit jacket is still perfectly in place, pristine against the absolute mess you’re making of his cock. it’s almost funny how composed he looks from the waist up, only his cock exposed, glistening and wet, twitching as you work him harder.

your tits bounce slightly with the motion, brushing against his arm as you keep jerking him off, each stroke quicker, tighter than the last. you feel him tense, the grip on your waist tightening as his breath starts to come in ragged gasps. “i’m close,” he groans, voice hoarse, barely keeping it together. “fuck, i’m so fucking close…”

you don’t let up, squeezing him just a bit harder, your thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the precum around. “want you to cum all over that nice suit of yours,” you purr, leaning in close to his ear, lips brushing against the shell. “ruin it for me.”

that’s all it takes. his cock jerks violently in your hand, his whole body trembling as he cums hard, thick ropes of it shooting out, splattering across his stomach, his suit, staining the expensive fabric with streaks of white. you keep stroking him through it, milking every last drop as his hips jerk helplessly, his cock throbbing in your grip.

“fuck, baby…” he groans, barely able to keep his balance, his head resting against your shoulder as he comes down from the high. your hand is still wrapped around him, covered in his cum, your nails slick and shining.

you pull back just enough to admire your work, his cock softening in your grip, still leaking slightly as it glistens in the light. “i guess my nails really did look good on your cock,” you murmur, smirking up at him.

he lets out a breathless laugh, still trying to catch his breath, his suit now an absolute mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. “yeah… they really fucking did.”

[sttoru]

cuddling w choso as he gives reader small kisses around their face <3

·.⌇𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. choso kamo x female reader. fluff; sfw. reader gets called ‘baby’. please take it easy on me bcs its my first time writing for this man t_t not beta read!

choso is super clingy when he’s with you. when you try to leave your bed in the morning, he pulls you right back. back into his warm embrace so you wouldn’t suffer from the cold temperatures. you don’s protest and simply allow yourself to be dragged back into the arms of your beloved.

“choso, tickles.” giggles leave your lips as choso plants several kisses on your skin. they’re those ticklish yet sweet ones—the feeling of his lips grazing gently against your cheeks makes you smile. your lover takes his chance once you speak and places a few more pecks on your prominent cheekbones.

he hums, a low sound reverberating through his chest. choso refuses to let go of you. his hands are firmly holding you down by your waist. his eyes are closed like he’s enjoying every second of this, “sorry. can’t stop.”

and he truly cannot. it’s like your body was a magnet—pulling his in by simply being near him. your fingers play with the black strands of choso’s hair while he leaves a trail of kisses down your jawline. it’s soothing to him. nearly makes him purr in content. he can’t help but give your chin a swift, small lick.

“hey!” you pout and try to wipe the saliva off. there is a humourous glint in choso’s eyes—your adorable reaction being exactly what he was aiming for. his hand interlocks with yours, pinning them above your head. his thumb rubs yours gently while his eyes scan your face.

choso grins once he targets another spot, “one more. promise it’s the last one.”

a famous excuse you hear all the time. your lover leans in and his lips attach to the skin between your brows. a delicate kiss that causes your body to shiver in delight. as much as you want to start your day, you also wouldn’t mind staying in bed. especially when choso is being this affectionate.

he pulls back, his tongue darting out lightly to run over his upper lip—from one side to the other. your heart flutters at the sight, your fingers moving his bangs to the side. it reveals that look in choso’s eyes; the yearning one. the one that shows you just how much he loves and craves to touch you.

“hmm,” choso’s voice was raspy. he looks smug with that grin tugging at his lips, but the light pink hue on his cheeks gave him an innocent look as well. “don’t be angry, baby, but. . .”

a silence falls between the two of you. you flutter your eyelashes in response, not knowing what choso is going to confess. his grip on your hand tightens, his other free hand running up to keep your chin upwards, exposing your neck to him.

“i may have lied,” choso mumbles before he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

you squirm a bit. his tongue swipes along your throat, his lips following that same trail. you expected this to happen. no matter how many times choso claims that a kiss would be 'the last one', it never stops there.

“hmph. liar,” you scold, though chuckle right afterwards. you can feel choso smiling against your skin, enjoying the jokey banter between the two of you. he could be a little too playful every now and then. you love it.

the black-haired man never stops his gentle caresses or kisses. he’s absolutely infatuated by you and is not afraid of showing it, “hehe, you can't blame me. you’re just so..”

choso pauses and thinks hard about a word—a word that describes you perfectly. he hums in thought and pulls his head back to look down at you. his eyes meet yours and his heart beats faster at the way you stare at him.

the look you give choso causes him to malfunction a little. he forgets to complete his sentence. instead, he goes for another kiss. on your lips directly.

you let out a small, muffled noise of surprise. your arms encircle his neck instantly to which he responds by squeezing your body tightly against his. the kiss continues for a couple seconds before choso reluctantly pulls away for some air.

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. his cheeks are redder than before as he leans in close, almost going for another kiss. before his mouth lands on yours again, he completes his earlier sentence with a subtle smirk;

“ . .cute.”

[forsworned]

USE YOUR HEART ft. NEEDY!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

Warning(s): Sexual Content, Grinding, AFAB!Reader, Mentions of Narcotics

Synopsis: Simon is high off of morphine and it reveals his true feelings for reader...

Author's note: Idk because @dmitriene told me to do it and i <3 her

"I don't wanna be alone."

His voice breaks as he reaches out to you. His usual stoic demeanor had completely diminished in your presence. For the first time, Simon was needy. You gaze down at his hand gently gripping your hand, "I need you." He says. Pleas even. Dark, stormy, and now conflicted eyes are peering up at you and he tugs you toward him. You didn't know how to react. Seeing Simon so injured and broken makes you feel some type of way. Somewhat wrong, but somehow...powerful?

"You need me?" You finally spoke up. His Adam's apple bobs up and down.

"Yes.” He croaks out.

The morphine that has been coursing in his system finally kicks in and you were experiencing the lowering inhibitions of Simon Riley, not Ghost.

The Simon Riley laying out on the infirmary bed before you at this moment was vulnerable, desperate, and reliant on your presence and aid--insistent even.

But naturally, you're hesitant. A situation like this is compromising and delicate. Given the nature of the circumstances and his stature, he is obviously still at an advantage, but it feels wrong to pounce at the opportunity. You don't want to feel like a predator skulking about as he studies you with reliant, onyx hues.

You look at the time on your watch.

12:38 AM

It was quite late, but the tugging of his hand over yours disrupts your train of thought.

"C'mere. I want you by my side." He susurrates and you're in a bit of a trance at the resonance of his soothing, sleepy tone. It's not its usual gruff and gravelly, but instead a lulling rasp that pulls you in.

"It's late, Lieutenant." You gently chide as you attempt to pry his fingers off your wrist, but he takes his free hand over your own and pulls you flush against him. Goddamn, he was strong. Even in his dazed and confused state, he is built like a fuckin' boulder.

But he's not listening to you as he fiddles with your fingers, tracing over the skin and where it creases and finely wrinkles. Over the nail bed, and the unfiled ridges, down to the chip that you earned from earlier when you reached for your gun in your holster too quickly. He's thumbing over the half-moon on your thumb and then the scar on the meat of your palm before he brings it to his masked lips as if to kiss it over the fabric.

A small, shuddering breath escapes you, and your eyes are glazing over before you swallow thickly. He cups your hand over his jaw and inhales sharply as he closes his eyes.

"Don't care." He replies, curling his bicep around your waist and secures you so have nowhere to go.

Your heart thuds at the contact and your cheeks are teeming with warmth. And suddenly it feels like the heat in there is turning to the max because you're sweating like a dog under his keen gaze and snug hold on you.

"Want you to stay." And it's as if he's speaking purely from the heart when he looks at you like that. You want nothing more but to crumble into his arms and cave into whatever feelings are lurking within you, but there's an urge to maintain your professionalism. And Simon senses that. He wants you to let go.

Why? He didn't know. Be it the drugs, the near-death experience, or the fact that you look utterly gorgeous under the strong moonlight or all of the above; he wants you with all his being.

His bandage-wrapped fingers loop around the bottom of his mask and he's lifting it up to expose just his lips as it scrunches up under his nose. Even if you have seen the sight a multitude of times over the years of knowing your Lieutenant, it is always as awestriking as it was the first time you saw it. His pretty rosy lips kiss at your wrist and you're stunned.

"Stay." He croaks out.

"And then what?"

You can't help yourself from asking such a silly question. You just need to feel needed by him because there is just something about the clinginess in his body language that pulls you in for more. If Simon is being honest right now, he's on cloud motherfucking nine. He's so high that everything feels like tunnel vision right now and you're the only damn thing he can focus on, not that he would want to focus on anything else.

So when he's telling you to stay, he damn well means it. But he also wants more. He's telling himself not to be too hasty, at least the logical part of him, though he is following his heart's desires. And his heart is conveying to him that he yearns for your closeness, for all your regard, and selfishly enough, your own heart.

At this point, all reasoning is being tossed out the window when he fixates on your trembling, shimmering eyes and your quivering glossed lips that are slightly chapped. But he's thinking to himself, one kiss. One kiss would fix that for you.

Simon is no longer struggling to sit up when he's tensing you closer to him feeling the sweat wetting the small of your back. His brows slightly raise and you feel your cheeks flush at his little observation, but he's not halting his motion to close the short distance between you two. He's bringing his hand over the nape of your neck, carding his scarred fingers through the tendrils of your hair and a soft sigh leaves your lips.

And the way you visibly relax draws out a small smile onto his lips as your foreheads collide. You don't even dare to open your eyes. You swallow thickly as you feel your breath become shallow and sharp. It fans against his lips and he's feels even more enticed to just kiss you.

"Dammit, [name]..." He finally breathes out. And you're eyes are on him and he can feel a thrill creep up his chine when he sees the flash of longing overcome your half lidded gaze.

And now you're yearning to bridge the distance, creeping closer to him, nudging your nose against his, and faintly brushing your lips over the stubble on his philtrum. You notice how his chest huffs out, stuttering as it leaves his lungs.

Long blonde lashes tickle at your own as your lips graze and you're heart is thumping out of your chest. You feel yourself holding back from your own hankerings but the moment that Simon brings his thumb to skim over your bottom lip, you feel the tension snap like a rubberband and you're crashing your lips against his. To hell with ethical conduct and decorum, you want nothing more than to satiate your thirst for him.

And with every kiss, you feel like your hunger is being appeased. The ferocity that grows in the depths of your groin is clawing out as you clamber on top of him and you're tuning out the noisy heartbeat monitor that's becoming rapid. And it cuts out, thanks to the swift movement of Simon pulling out the cord so he can nestle his hands under your shirt and slip his tongue between your open-mouth kisses.

He's losing himself in you and he doesn't care because the feeling of your nails digging into his abdomen is more than pleasant. As if the morphine wasn't dizzying enough, he was starting to feel like he was reaching some sort of seventh heaven. Especially when he hears the soft whimper that leaves your lips when he thumbs atop your hardened bud and gently tweaks it between his fingers.

The tent that's starting to feel like it's pitching between his legs is getting ground upon and he shudders at how fucking good it feels.

"Fuck." He murmurs as he lifts your shirt up to expose your breast to him and he's latching his lips to your sensitive nipple. It's a soft probing of his tongue against the erogenous zone and you're instantly arching your back and he grasps at your hips to abrade your clothed sex against him. And it feels so fucking good.

So, naturally, you're not stopping. And Simon can't help but become absorbed in your pleasure. Your milky moans are like music to his ears as he switches over to your other nipple. The friction builds in your lower belly as you get into a good rhythm and it becomes increasingly euphoric with every roll of your hips. And fuck, it's not even much but the way you are so touch-starved makes it all the better.

"Simon, I—hah—gonna—" You moan out, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tongue swirls around your bud. He's already addicted to the way you're saying his name between your whimpers.

"Cum." He commands, as he clutches your hips to help achieve your oncoming orgasm. His sexy, raspy voice is enough to send you over the edge and a terrific gasp escapes you as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath is gone and you feel like your voice melts into a deep, hot sweetness that soothes your electrifying nerves.

There is a brief pause of silence as you catch your breath and the embarrassment skulks in and you don't want to withdraw from him. You only focus on his heartbeat which slows and his breath that levels. Your throat tightens as you shift awkwardly and his hand on your hip feels a little limp. You take another moment to memorize how he smelled to help you calm your nerves.

The aroma of his natural musk enmeshed with the faint scent of cypress digs into your brain as you try your hardest to engrave his essence before it slips away. With one more breath of courage, you withdraw from him to face the music but it seems he's fast asleep. His thumb is still hooked into the belt loop of your jeans, and you can't help but giggle at him.

A small sigh leaves your lips as you calm down from your climax and your shaky fingers, lower his mask back down so it's stretching over his neck. Maybe if you slip away right now he'll think that it was just a nice little wet dream...

But you feel his hand cling to you as you try make your sweet escape.

"Thought I told ya to stay." He mumbles under his breath while he wraps his arms around your waist, securing you and making certain you're not leaving his side anytime soon.

There's a feeling of assurance that fluxes over your edginess and you can finally breathe again. Simon's body feels weightless as he lays in this infirmary bed with your toasty form atop his. It feels heavenly to have your figure pressed against him and he hums in contentment. He's replaying the sound of your moans and the way your body writhed under his touch. And you're starting to feel the rigidity of his dirty thoughts against the zipper of your jeans.

"You sure?" You murmur back, feeling the warmth sidle back into your cheeks.

His grin grows under his mask and you can feel it against your forehead. Sleep overtakes him, but he gives you one last squeeze.

"'m sure."

[xhunnybeeex]

Kinktober post 3 

Black lipstick 

(TW//: NSFW content, force-feminization, mommy kink, degradation, slight dacryphilia, makeup on a male character, goth! Reader, Sub! Sam, female pet names, nipple play,)    

Sam always has an interest in your makeup. Watching you adoringly as you tried out different gothic styles. It was really no surprise to you when you walk into your bathroom to find him trying it out for himself. 

You open the door, eyeing him as he spreads black cream across his lips. He turns around quickly, leaving a black streak to rub onto his cheek. “Y/n it’s not what it looks like, I’m sorry.” He pleads. You giggle at the sound of him sounding so guilty. “”Why should you be sorry, everyone deserves to feel pretty.” you smile. His face turns from panic to confusion in a matter of seconds.

You push Sam to sit on your sink counter. He obeys like a dog for you. Always has, and probably always will. “You wanna try some makeup on.” You ask kindly. His cheeks heat up and sheepishly nods, avoiding your gaze. You chuckle quietly and lift his chin up to look at you. You  pick up a cotton pad, covering it in micellar water and clearing off all the smudged makeup. 

He sits there quietly,  watching his lap. “Is there a certain look you want me to do on you baby?” You ask gently, taking out a couple things before you get started. “Can you um.. Can you do the one you did the other day? With the blue glitter?” he asks humbly. You smile and hiss his cheek. “Of course. Just close your eyes for me.” He obeys immediately, fluttering his eyes closed just for you. 

Sam sits on your counter patiently, humming Altar De Fey and tapping his fingers against his jeans. You cover his eyelids in black and blue eyeshadow, spreading the colors until they mix the way you want. “Open” you ask quietly.  His eyes flicker open and he sees you holding eyeliner and mascara. He’s timmed and flinches as you start to put the pencil towards his eye. You pull back and offer him a comforting smile. His demeanor changes and you slowly go black to smearing eyeliner under his eyes and applying mascara. 

You touch up his messily put on lipstick and snap on the cap. “You're done!” you announce to him. He quickly stands to his feet, looking at himself in your mirror and admiring your work, and the way he looks. “I look pretty,” he says quietly. You smile as you hold your arms around his waist. 

“I’m glad you like it.” You say, leaving soft kisses up his neck. “Thank you.” his hands are gripping the counter as he watches you from the mirror. “Thank you..?” He recognizes your tone instantly, it sends shocks up his spine. “Thank you mommy.” He breathes out. You gently bite down on his neck and his knuckles begin to turn white. “Why don't you try something on for me, yeah?” He nods eagerly and you pull him into your bedroom. You sit him on your bed and walk over to your dresser. “Take those off for me okay.” you command as you shuffle through your drawers. 

You turn back around to see him fully stripped for you. You smile in approval and hold out a pair of black lace underwear. They arent your black panties, you know that wouldn’t be able to hold him, but a cute pair for him to try on. He eyes them delicately and slides them up his thighs. He looks at himself through your floor length mirror hanging on your door. His breath is heavy in his throat. His mouth lays open, his tongue almost hanging out,  but words aren't able to come out. 

You kneel down in front of him. Up bite on his thigh and he whines and goes to hold onto your shoulders, but he knows better than to touch you without permission. “Go ahead pretty girl, you can touch.” Sam's hands instantly move to your hair, tangling his fingers into it.You lick up his lace-covered bulge, salt covering your tongue and he pulls your hair and whimpers in response. Your spit and his precum leaves the panties wet. “My girl’s so soaked for me.” 

You take his cock out of the lace and fold the underwear to the side, licking a stripe up his thigh . Your hand moves up to hold his balls as your mouth moves to the head of his cock, so close where he feels your breath on him, cooling his precum that's spilling. He whines and bucks his hips up. He’s needy and frustrated. He’s been a good boy for you, and he expects his reward for doing so. You laugh at his eagerness and squeeze his balls. “Don't be a brat.” His hips go back into their former position and you release your grip. You move your mouth up and swirl your tongue around his nipple. Pulling and tugging the nub between your teeth. 

“You’re so pathetic for me, you’re all needy for me, you like being all dolled up for me? Being called a beautiful girl?” You degrade. He's a whining mess under you and he nods, helpless. “Yes mommy, I've been a good girl for you, just, please.” He pants. You give in and wrap your 

Lips around his tip, pushing your head down his length. 

Sam lets out a loud, whiney moan and one hand gripping your hair the other tangled in the sheets. Your hand continues to squeezes his balls, leaving sam overstimulated. His cock twitches in your mouth and you pull off of him. “Don't come yet, I will tell you when you're allowed.” He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes, mommy.” his mascara drips down his cheeks as tears puddle in his eyes, only encouraging you more. “Don’t cry pretty girl, you're smudging your makeup.” 

You move your mouth quicker around Sam and you tap his thigh. He knows what this means from previous times and he immediately is spilling his come into your mouth. You swallow his come, his dick still in your mouth. You suck your spit off of his cock and pull him out of your mouth. Sam falls back onto your bed, panting and sensitive. “Let's get you cleaned up baby girl.”

AN//: Hey lovers! Third kinktober is finally here!! please enjoy and let me know if you would like to be added to the current tag list. stay horny and safe <3 - beee!

[sir-walton-goggins]

Clean Shaven

Just a lil ficlet in appreciation of clean shaven Arthur. (736 words)

Tw suggestive! Just a whole lot of teasing eheh

Pic by me /// Thank you @raevennsge for the inspiration!<3

"Let me do that for you." Arthur paused and turned to you, shaving blade in mid-air. It was early in the morning, most of the camp was still asleep, and your husband was sitting in front of his portable mirror on his cot. Before he could even reply, you straddled him, placing yourself right on his lap, and gently took the blade from his hand. "Wh-hat..." he stuttered, gaze averted and traveling down to your chest, his cheeks and the tips of his ears glowing red. He shifted his weight to accommodate yours, suddenly very aware of the stiffening bulge in his pants. His breath escaped him in a short exhale when you promptly grabbed his jaw to hold it into place, a stern command exiting your pretty lips. "Don't move." Like under a magic spell, Arthur's muscles froze into place, not even daring to breathe too hard, heart racing in his chest and a tingling sensation spreading all over his lower abdomen. He would never admit it, but he was just so starstruck when you took control of him. However, it was written all over his face: eyes widening in a defenseless stupor, mouth slightly open, whole face as red as a bell pepper. He looked as vulnerable as a puppy. A small quiver shook his lower lip when you hovered your mouth just below his earlobe, on the portion of skin not covered by the shaving cream. A shiny mark of saliva glistened in the timid light of the rising sun. The skin on his neck felt tingly. "Be a good boy for me now." You ordered, softening the grip on his jaw and running the blade smoothly on his cream covered cheek. Arthur looked at you with his peripheral vision, the malicious grin pasted on your face making his stomach churn. God, you were so hot. He tried lifting a hand to put it on your thigh, but you quickly smacked it away, giving him a dirty look. "I said, stay still." "Yes ma'am" he whispered, a coy smile on his lips. You were often so sweet, but he enjoyed seeing this part of you emerge from time to time. It awakened something in him he didn't quite understand. All he knew was his pants now felt a bit tighter than before. "What did I do to deserve the deluxe service?" He joked, desperately trying to distract himself from the painful swelling you caused. The blood rushing over felt like thousands of pins and needles prickling at him from the inside. You didn't reply. Instead, you planted your eyes in his, softening your gaze a bit as if to silently say "You're my man. Of course you get special treatment". You continued shaving him, strip by strip, being exceptionally delicate yet firm. Arthur's skin was becoming smoother where the blade had taken away thick hair and dead skin, and you took pleasure in running your free hand on the freshly shaven parts, even leaving a soft kiss on them, making Arthur shudder in delight at the gentle contact on his still raw epidermis. His little grunts and moans as you held him in place made your own lower belly hot. You exhaled, trying to keep your cool. He gingerly tried to put his hands on your waist and this time, guard down, you let him. "There," you finally announced, shaving the last of Arthur's face. You smiled. "All done." You admired his clear features. Every single pore, wrinkle, scar, mole and sunspot that was now exposed made him even more Arthur. And you loved seeing every inch of him. You reached out to caress his clean shaven cheeks once more, but Arthur grabbed your hands and held them into place in one swift motion. "I'll finish up later," he rumbled, his voice suddenly so deep it made your heart skip a beat and every hair on your neck stand on end. He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours, his grip on your waist tightening as he opened his mouth slightly to taste you better. You instinctively obeyed, parting your lips enough to let him in. "Now, let me give you the deluxe treatment..." he purred in your ear, making your breath shaky and your core flutter in anticipation. Your squeezed your thighs around his waist and dove right back on his mouth, tasting every inch of the soft skin you shaved yourself.

[rou-luxe]

ikevil hcs - how they hold your hand

sorry @sh0jun 😔

well welcome back to my hand hyperfixation 💀 I could've posted this on my fanfic alt but I'm not feeling it

under the cut

William Rex

really warm hands, without question. it's like touching the stove (exaggerating)

he'd probably prefer to hold you by the waist or have you hold his arm, but hand holding is fine too

won't hesitate to warm your hands

you don't even need to ask, he'll just hold your hands in his instinctively and warm them.

william takes extra care not to scratch your hands. william, where do you get your nails done omg

you two probably start the hand holding equally. it just comes naturally, no need to ask or anything. it's like it's telepathic.

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Harrison Gray

normally, his hands are at a normal temperature, but lean slightly towards the cold side.

if they're any colder than that, it's probably due holding the gun or staying out in the rain.

his hands have a bit of cold sweat at times, from holding the books or pens for such a long time during his day job.

if there is any, harrison tries to wipe that sweat off before holding your hand, though.

pretty sure his nails are short, unpainted, and clean unlike a certain self-righteous monarch. unless liam does his nails...

like with william, it comes naturally. harrison wouldn't like awkward silence so he just goes right ahead...

harrison would probably really like hand holding. it feels like a reassurance to him.

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Liam Evans

NOT ONLY HAND HOLDING, A TON OF CUDDLES. ALL DAY. EVERY DAY. I'm not complaining. we'll cure each other with endless cuddles.

comfortably warm.

liam's hands are really soft. with his job, there's never really been any need for him to do hard labor.

when do you hold hands? whenever. anytime.

other than hugs, liam probably reaches for your hand when he or you are sad.

he either holds your hand gently or he'll never let you go. no in-between.

I feel like he'd hold hands and run his hands through your hair a lot... you're just too adorable ❤️❤️

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Elbert Greetia

elbert's hands are so cold, it's scary. it's as cold as a corpse.

he's not sick, this is just his normal temperature.

I feel like he'd have bony / veiny hands... the poor baby doesn't get enough nutrition 💔

with his past, good luck trying to hold his hand or touch him at all... he'd definitely hold alfons' hand, though. god they're in love

maybe he'd hold your hand once he trusts you more...

whatever you do, don't force him into doing it. that's an immediate death sentence. let him initiate it.

elbert would hold your hand in such a tight grip that you feel the blood rushing out of your hand. your hand gets crushed by his beautiful, slender marble fingers. they're not as delicate as they look. he loves you. you're his. and he will never let you go.

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Alfons Sylvatica

ridiculously long section that's over 2-3 times the others, what did you expect from me of all people

I got a bit off topic 🤭

there's no way this man doesn't have a hand kink

I'm not projecting I swear

alfons path speedrunners back me up here

gloveless, his hands are probably warm, but not as warm as william's. you can still feel the warmth faintly through the gloves.

slightly veiny hands. not as much as roger, though.

firm grip and nothing else. no disagreements here

not enough to break your hand like elbie, I accidentally put alfons too far left in the chart. but still a pretty firm grip.

he has very strong hands from his experiences...

oh to be alfons' glove...

alfons loves when you stroke his palm and his wrist... and when you kiss and bite it too 😇 (HE WILL REPAY IN KIND.)

he'd probably prefer other forms of physical affection, but like harrison, it probably gives him a sense of security.

he's always extending his hand in his sprite. I'll hold his hand. I'll get on one knee and kiss his hand like a prince

the type to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb

it doesn't matter who starts the hand holding, alfons will let go when he feels like it. but if you refuse to let go, he'll chuckle a bit and indulge you for a while longer

alfons never shows how he truly feels. but perhaps if he's feeling a bit down, in the unlikely occurrence that something really got to him, he'd be more inclined to certain physical habits more than others. something would be a bit off about him and his gaze... alfons would be zoning out, his empty, sunken eyes begging for deliverance... he'd hold your hand, still smiling as always... but no matter what, there's always something pained in that expression of his.

I will shut up now

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Roger Barel

after all these years of taking care of patients, roger naturally has firm and steady hands.

his hands and arms are full of veins.

roger doesn't know his own strength... he might accidentally grip your hand too hard.

he'd hold your hand anytime. you'd have to ask him, though.

or maybe it'd be a reward for helping him out.

roger would probably initiate it. he'd would listen for the way your heart responds. if you don't like it, he won't try it again. if you do, he'll hold your hand if he feels like it.

he doesn't mind as long as he's not in the middle of an experiment. that's off-limits, it's not safe for you or him.

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Jude Jazza

jude doesn't care much for hand holding. it restricts him from a lot of things.

he cares a lot about practicality. what if you two are suddenly ambushed?

for that reason, his grip is pretty loose. but his hands are actually pretty solid.

if jude wanted to grip you as a warning, he'd grip your wrists, not your hands.

I was actually debating about whether he'd have cold or warm hands... I say cold.

he'd only hold your hand if you beg hard enough

watch as his face gets slightly pink.

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Ellis Twilight

...IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY. what did you expect.

ellis is pretty chill, maybe a looser grip.

his hands are a little warm. his hands' temperature varies by day, but if they're cold, then you should probably be worried.

perhaps his hands are a little rough from all the dirty work he does for jude...

the sweet boy won't force you in the slightest. you have to initiate it.

but he might ask politely 🥺🥺 please say yes

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Victor Victor sorry

hear me out, I think he'd actually have cold hands. despite his personality, that's the vibe I'm getting.

+ cold temperatures are traditionally associated with death. now, wouldn't it befit our grim reaper?

victor has naturally strong hands as well, but doesn't use them as much as roger.

he'll pull tricks on you... perhaps when he lets your hand go you'll find a little slip of paper in it. it either has a joke or a love confession in there. probably both.

victor is rather capricious. one day he'd prefer to hold your hand, the other he'll sweep you off your feet. as long as you're happy.

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here's the crappy chart

let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my headcanon / writing posts!! (applies mostly to my fanfic sideblog @mrssylvatica)

I've actually always wondered about the suitors' hand temperatures, I wish those were covered in-game...

[whimsiwitchy]

cyg part six teaser...

hi everyone. I appreciate you all for being so patient with me as I work through my mess lol. here's a tiny teaser for the opening of part six to hold you over. part six will be out this weekend! enjoy <3

*spoilers below*

Waking up in Hugh’s arms was heaven. He was still asleep when you first opened your eyes, his soft snores tickling your ear. You were grateful that he didn’t have those loud old man snores like some of your past lovers had, though you were sure you wouldn’t mind if he did. Gently lifting the arm that was wrapped around your waist, you carefully rolled over to face him. As you studied his resting face, you felt overcome with a deep sentiment of gratitude. He was just as handsome asleep as he was awake. The face that almost always carried a smile was at peace, lips slightly ajar. You adored his face, the deep lines showing a life of joy and laughter. Each nook and cranny aging him beautifully over the years. It made you sad in a way. You wished you could have experienced life with him, wanting nothing more than to have the ‘right’ life with him. A life where your relationship with Hugh made sense and was accepted- but you would gladly take whatever time you could get with him. 

You placed your hand on his cheek, sliding your fingers delicately over the course hairs that covered his jaw. Your chest felt warm. The feelings you had for the man who slept so deeply before you had grown stronger than you’d anticipated, but Hugh made it so easy to fall for him. And you had fallen for him, you knew that now. If one thing for certain came out of this time you’d spent with Hugh, it was that you were unbelievably in love with him. You had always found yourself falling too fast for the wrong people but you had good faith that for once it would be right. For once, you wouldn’t get hurt. You trusted him to protect your heart and to do right by you. You knew he would. 

As much as you wanted to stay and count every wrinkle that laid upon his face, you had to pee really bad. You gave him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and wiggled slowly out of his grip. You gave him one last look over before heading down the hall to the bathroom. As you sat there, memories of the night before danced around your mind. The way he kissed you, touched you. He made you feel like you were worth something. It was a feeling you weren’t used to, always feeling used by other men and deep down you know that all you were to them was just some young girl to fuck. You never actually meant anything to them. Hugh was different. Being with him felt right. You couldn’t find any other words to describe the feeling. He hadn’t brought you here to have sex,  for once it was you who had made that decision. He bought you flowers and a cake to congratulate you on an achievement that no one else cared to celebrate with you. He cared for you in some capacity and it made you feel horrible, because even with all this confirmation, you still had doubts.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi! I don't really know how this works cause I'm kinda sorta new, BUT I LOVE YOURE PIETRO MAXIMOFF SMUT, ITS LIKE A SPRITUAL CONNECTION ATP (this is my poor attempt at requesting anything smutty about my pookie babygworl, pietro)

hii!! don’t worry you did it right :) AHH THANK YOU!! ofc ofc. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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pietro maximoff x female reader

word count: 437

warnings: 18+ only!! sexually explicit content (dry humping, p in v, cockwarming? tittie sucking <3 & cowgirl on the couch bc it’s hot as shit) mndi

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Lazy nights in with Pietro were your favourite. Snuggled together on the sofa in the cosy, dim room- moonlit sky creeping through the blinds as the tv played faintly in the background, the voices barely audible over your heated makeout. 

You're straddling his lap in an oversized t-shirt and undies, slowly rocking your hips over his hard-on, grinding the desperate little wet patch over his matching precum-stained boxers. His hands squeeze at your waist, eagerly gripping your skin to hurry your movements, wanting to feel more of you as you tease at him with slow, winding circles. 

His hands slide lower, trailing between you and into his boxers, pulling his swollen cock over the top of the waistband. He cups his hand under your chin, nodding for you to spit. You do as instructed and eagerly watch as he rubs your saliva over the head of his dick, massaging it down his shaft.

You find his low-hanging gaze again, holding eye contact as his fingers slip into the sides of your underwear, parting it aside. You keep the fabric hooked to the side as you raise your hips, hovering over the tip of his cock. 

He keeps his eyes locked on you, looking up at you as he aligns himself with you, his palm wrapped around his base as he does so. He teases at your desperate little hole, circling his tip around it- making you shudder at the delicate touch before finally pushing up into you. 

You slowly lower, holding at his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you sink down onto him, whining out at the slight stretch. He fills you completely -perfectly- his pretty cock wedged inside as you sit flush on his thighs, keeping his length buried as you whine curses into the warmth of his skin.

"That's it— that's it," Pietro mutters, running a gentle hand up your lower back, brushing soothing strokes as he moves over your waist. "I want your tits in my face," he whispers, his voice husk as he lifts the front of your tee, burying his face between the valley of your breasts. 

You rock your hips ever so slowly, grinding them in small circles as you hold the back of his head to your chest, gently tugging at his hair when he kisses and sucks on your nipples. 

You'd both stay like that for a while, his aching cock stuffed deep inside as your warm walls work over him in a teasing motion, barely any movement- desperately panting into each other's mouth as you make out, hands eagerly roaming one another. 

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[wild-lavender-rose]

Hi!! I’m a huge fan of your writing, especially the lotr and mash fics! I was hoping I could request some sort of hurt/comfort for Legolas if that’s okay! But if it’s alright can they already be in an established relationship? Honestly anything you write is incredible and I’m so excited that you’re back! But please don’t feel pressured to write anything if you’re unable to! Thank you!!

Thank you so much for your kind words, they revived me from my slump of no writing motivation. I hope you enjoy this piece, I really enjoyed writing it <3

The moment you saw him you knew something was wrong. He was leaning against the throne room pillar, listening to the others. On the surface he seemed calm, attentive. His arms were crossed, one hand resting against his rib cage. But you knew him better than the others, even than Aragorn. His stance may have seemed relaxed, but you saw the truth in the careful positioning.

“My love,” you crossed to him, dropping the pack from your shoulder with a soft thunk. Legolas looked up, brow furrowing. “Mel nin,” “Can you assist me? My arm,” you held out your right arm, revealing the bloodied bandage you had wrapped around the gash an orc’s knife had sliced into your skin. “My lady,” Aragorn stepped forward. “Perhaps I can assist,” “Thank you, Aragorn. But I would rather have my husband tend to the wound.” You looked imploringly up at Legolas. “Please.” “Of course,” Legolas straightened, his hand lingering against his side before reaching out to take yours. “Come with me.” You interlocked your fingers with his, allowing him to lead you away from the others as they continued their conversation. Legolas’s stride was even, matching yours. His face was a perfect mask of calm. You waited until you had found a small side room full of medical supplies. The moment after Legolas closed the door you were before him, prodding gently at his armor. “Take it off.” “What?” Legolas’s brows furrowed. “You’re injured, now is not the time for,” “You’re the one who’s injured. Now take it off.” “It’s nothing, a minor bruise from a fall.” “I’ve seen how you’re protecting this side. It is more than just a bruise.” You frowned when Legolas pulled away from your touch. “Do not hide this from me!” Legolas took hold of your arm. “This needs to be treated against infection.” “Legolas, I have already said,” “Allow me to care for you and then you may care for me.” The firmness in his tone silenced your objections. Irritated at his stubbornness, you simply nodded, allowing him to lead you over to a tall table. Legolas took you by the waist and sat you on the table in one smooth motion. It still surprised you, his elvish strength. It made you, a fearsome warrior in your own right, feel small and delicate when he so easily moved you where he wanted you.

He unwrapped the bandage, revealing an ugly inflamed wound underneath. “Orc?” He glanced up at you, face inches from yours. You nodded, resting your forehead against his as a wave of pain washed over you. “Wasn’t fast enough.” “Did you kill him?” He reached for a fresh roll of bandages and a bowl of salve, wiping his hand on his shirt before dipping his fingers into the concoction. “Of course.” You straightened and steeled yourself as he applied the salve, hissing at the icy sting. “Easy, easy,” Legolas took hold of your arm, steadying you. “It’s fine,” you set your jaw as your fingers gripped his sleeve. “What did you fall from?” “I’ve forgotten.” Legolas began to re-bandage the wound. “I want to see.” “Patience. I’m not finished.” Pain subsiding, your grip on him eased. You waited as he tied a final knot to keep the bandage in place. Once finished, Legolas leaned down and pressed a kiss to the bandage. Your smile was soft. “Thank you.” “Of course.” His blue eyes looked into yours. Your fingers trailed down to his shirt. “Please, love.” Legolas studied you for a moment before giving a hesitant nod. “Thank you.” You reached up to touch his face, causing his mask to flicker, revealing the true pain he was in. “Let me care for you.”

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Deprived | Fourteen

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smutty smut smut, oral (fem!receiving / male!receiving), fingering word count: 3.6k a/n: i kinda went off with this one?? i kinda fucking ate??? i actually am so proud of this chapter????

pov: layla

I don't know what was going through my head. I didn't understand why I was doing what I was doing. I never wanted to be this close to someone, figuratively and literally, but something felt different about Matt. He gave me something I had never felt before and I couldn't figure out what it was.

I hated it at first, it made me never want to see him again. But instead, I felt myself drawn towards him soon after our drive to McDonald's. His sense of naivety, innocence and pure love for the world made me want to protect him from it. I knew I would destroy it if I stuck around too long but selfishly, I wanted to be the one to show him what life was like outside of his beautiful little bubble.

So I popped it and leaned in to place my lips against his. He didn't move for a moment and I thought I had made the wrong move, maybe he didn't want this. But then that feeling washed away when his mouth moved against mine gently, his lips sliding against my own in a soft and caring manner.

It was like that for a moment, soft and delicate just like he was. But there was a switch, a moment of passion and adrenaline between us and I moved to straddle his waist, a heavy breath leaving his lips when I did so. He placed his hands on my waist, gentle fingertips gripping the warm skin of my hips so softly as if he thought I would break if he pressed too hard.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, sliding myself forward as I tangled my hands in his brown curly hair. I couldn't stop myself, my body felt like it was out of my brain's control as I pressed my body against his further as our mouths moved in sync. I'd kissed people before, I'd been this close physically to someone before, but it never felt like this.

There was always a disconnect, a gap no one could ever quite fill. There was never a passion, a longing to hold someone so tightly as if you were scared they would slip away at any moment until this point in time.

I rolled my hips forward over his own, a groan emitting from his mouth that ignited a fire in my stomach that I couldn't ignore any longer. I repeated my actions and I felt his hands gripped my hips ever so slightly tighter.

"Layls," he mumbled breathlessly against my lips and I barely pulled away, still rolling my waist back and forth against his.

"What is it, pretty boy?" I asked softly, catching his lips in mine again quickly before I pulled back again, this time opening my eyes to see his cheeks had a tint of pink across them, his lips slightly puffed.

"Are- are you sure this is okay?" he asked quietly and I smiled at his genuine concern before I nodded.

"Mhm. Are you okay with this?" I asked in the same hushed tone, using my fingernails to scratch the nape of his neck lightly and he nodded, "I need words."

"Yes," he answered quickly before leaning forward, connecting his lips with mine again. There wasn't a hesitance to his actions anymore, his hands gripping my sides unapologetically as his hips began rolling into my own.

A whine escaped from my lips as he squeezed my hips and I felt him smile against my lips, the heat building between my thighs as every second passed. I pulled his bottom lips between my teeth, biting down lightly, a hum emitting from him. I kissed him gently again before biting his lip ever so slightly harder eliciting a moan from his lips.

I pulled back and looked down at him, a smirk on my lips as I said, "Matthew Sturniolo, do you have a pain kink?"

"A little," he answered quietly, looking up at me with dilated pupils as his eyes glazed over with lust and a smile on his lips.

"Cute," I mumbled as I leaned forward, placing my lips on his and he melted into me again.

I began grinding my hips against his again and he let out a small, "Fuck."

"Matt," I breathed heavily as I continued kissing him, "You don't have to be so gentle."

"I don't wanna do something you don't like," he responded quietly, placing a kiss on my lips as our breathing got heavier.

"I'll tell you if I don't just please..." I trailed off as I tugged on the hairs on the nape of his neck and I moved to trail kisses down his jawline before I whispered in his ear, "Touch me."

That was all he needed before the switch flipped in his brain, his hands travelling from my waist to grab my ass roughly. I let out a heavy breath, still trailing kisses down his neck before I sucked on the skin just below his jaw. He let out a groan and unexpectedly I was flipped over onto my back, a gasp leaving my lips from the sudden movement.

He sat between my legs, leaning up to slide his shirt off of his head and I stared at his torso in awe. I never got sick of looking at him and I'd spend all day just staring at him if I could.

"You okay?" he asked while crawling over me, placing his hands on either side of my head and I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down to my lips again.

He trailed his right hand down to my waist, gripping it lightly before his hand slowly made its way up my shirt. He smiled against my lips when he reached my chest, realising I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Can I take this off?" he asked against my lips, tugging on my shirt lightly and I nodded. He leaned back and I gripped his forearm to pull myself up. He grasped the hem of my shirt, sliding it up my body at a teasingly slow pace as I lifted my arms up, allowing him to pull it over my head before throwing it onto the bed beside us.

I fell back onto the bed and I looked up to see him staring at me below him. Instinctually, I covered my chest and stomach with my arms but Matt reached his hands forward, gently grabbing my wrists and pulling my hands away from my body slowly.

"Don't hide from me, pretty girl," he whispered as he leaned forward gently trailing kisses down my neck as I tilted my head to the side to give him more access. He made his way down to my chest, looking up at me as if to study my reaction as he kissed between my boobs making me shudder.

He pecked kisses all over my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. I felt slight anxiety being so exposed to him, the vulnerability making me feel uncomfortable but I didn't want him to stop. I let out a whine as he wrapped his mouth around my left nipple, using his hand to knead my other boob. I tilted my head back, my hands finding their way to his hair before tugging on it slightly making him groan around me.

As he sucked and licked my chest, I shifted on the bed. The ache between my legs was becoming unbearable as he began lowering himself further, kissing down my stomach and I sucked in my stomach subconsciously. He paused, looking up at me as I let go of his hair.

"Why are you doing that?" he asked softly and my eyebrows furrowed.

"Doing what?" I questioned back and he placed his palm on my stomach.

"You don't have to suck in your stomach, pretty girl. I think you're beautiful just the way you are," he looked at me with a soft smile and I sighed, letting my stomach return back to its normal shape. He smirked up at me before trailing kisses along my waist. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts before mumbling, "Can I take these off?"

"Please," I pleaded, lifting my hips up to show my urgency. He chuckled as he leaned back further, pulling my shorts down before I kicked them off my feet. He leaned back over me, placing his left hand beside my head to hold himself up as he kissed my lips again.

He suddenly cupped my pussy with his right hand over my underwear making me moan into his mouth. He began circling my clit painfully slowly and I bucked my hips upward to make him hurry up.

"So impatient," he mumbled against my lips before he pulled his hand away making me whine from the loss of contact. He continued kissing me before he slid his thumb on the inside of the waistband of my underwear making me shudder. He teasingly dragged his thumb against my skin before he pulled back from me, sitting back on his heels to look down at me.

He hooked his hands inside the waistband, looking at my face for any sign to stop as I shifted under him. He pulled my underwear over my legs at a slow pace before I kicked them off my feet like I'd done with my shorts moments prior. I clenched my thighs together, insecurity flooding me again and he ran his hands along my thighs. Wettness was pooling between my legs so much that I was convinced I was dripping onto the sheets below me.

"You okay?" he asked while squeezing the flesh of my thighs in his palms and I nodded, "Words, baby."

"I'm okay," I mumbled, still holding my thighs together as I placed my arms over my stomach, "I'm just completely naked and you're still in jeans."

"You want me to take 'em off?" he asked, a smirk on his lips once more and I nodded quickly. He began unbuttoning his jeans while looking into my eyes as I breathed heavily. He undid the zipper before pulling them past his waist, sliding them over his knees and kicking them off his feet. My eyes trailed down his body seeing the imprint of his dick through his black boxers making me bite my lip. His hands travelled back down to my thighs, gently pulling them apart before he stared down at my pussy.

"Don't just stare at me. Do something," I demanded impatiently and he chuckled, shuffling down so his head was between my thighs as he lay on his stomach. He trailed kisses down my thighs, sucking and biting at them every now and then as I whined, "Matt."

"What is it, pretty girl?" he mumbled against my skin and I threw my hands back, balling the sheets between my fists.

"Please. I need you to do something," I asked quietly and he chuckled against my thigh. The scruff on his cheeks brushed against my thigh as he made his way down to my core, wrapping his arms around my thighs to hold them in place.

He licked a stripe up my core making me whine loudly from the sudden friction. That was all the confirmation he needed before he wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking and licking softly as moans tumbled from my mouth. I moved my right hand to his hair, tangling it between my fingers as my hips shifted to grind against his face.

I tugged on his hair roughly eliciting a moan from his mouth that travelled straight to my clit, the vibrations making another loud moan fall out of my lips.

"Fuck, Matt," I panted as I tilted my head back, my back arching in pure pleasure. The hair on his cheeks added to the sensory overload I was feeling, my thighs clenching around his head making him hum against me. He removed his hands from around my thighs, one of them reaching up to grab my boobs roughly as the other joined his face between my legs.

He slowly inserted a finger into my pussy making me pull on his hair once again as he moaned into my clit again. He began pumping his finger in and out of me slowly as he pulled his mouth away to look up at me, his chin dripping with my wetness making him somehow look even sexier than before.

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and my breathing became more rapid. He carefully added another finger and I clenched around him as he looked down at my pussy in awe. He let go of my boob, quickly finding my hand that was gripping the sheets beside me and threaded our fingers together before his head dipped back down to my core.

The sensation of his hand in mine, his hair running against my thighs as his mouth worked on my bundle of nerves while his fingers quickened their pace made the knot in my stomach tighten and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

"Matt," I moaned out as I pulled on his hair even tighter as he hummed against me, "I'm gonna-"

My words were cut off by a moan and I squeezed his hand tightly. I pulled his head impossibly closer towards me as his tongue swirled my clit rapidly and I let incomprehensible noises fall from my mouth.

"You wanna cum, baby?" he mumbled against me, the vibrations adding to the pleasure even more.

"Uh-huh," I panted, my hips shifting as I came so close to my high.

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he demanded as he went impossibly faster on my clit, his fingers feeling like heaven inside of me. It pushed me over the edge, finally reaching the climax I had been chasing.

"Fuck, Matt!" I yelled as my thighs squeezed around his head as he worked me through my high. My legs shook uncontrollably around him and he moaned against me, rutting his hips into the mattress below him. He slowed his pace as I clenched around his fingers, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

I let go of his hair as he carefully pulled his fingers out of me before placing one last kiss on my clit making my body jerk at the sudden contact again. He kept his other hand in mine as he moved to kneel between my thighs again, bringing his fingers between his lips and sucking them clean.

How does he get hotter with everything he does?

He crawled back over me, placing a gentle kiss on my lips before smiling against them, whispering, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

I smiled against him, tasting myself as I ran my tongue along his lips before I let go of his other hand, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer.

"My turn," I mumbled against his lips before I pushed him onto his back and I climbed on top of his thighs. He let out a huff from the unexpected movement.

"Layls, you don't have to-"

"I want to," I cut him off as I ran my hands along the soft skin of his chest. Although I was sweating, my nipples were rock hard from the cold air and I bit my lip looking down at him, "I wanna make you feel good. Please."

He smiled up at me before nodding and I pursed my lips, hiding the shit-eating grin that threatened to cover my face as he said, "Just know I don't expect you to."

I let the grin now cover my face from his sweetness and I nodded before saying, "Tell me if you don't like anything I do."

"I like everything you do," he replied smoothly making me shake my head before I shuffled down, hooking my hands under the waistband of his boxers. His chest rose and fell rapidly as I slowly pulled the boxers down his thighs, his dick springing out and hitting his stomach from how hard he was.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself as I looked at the length in front of me, not realising how big he was until now. I moved off of his lap, sliding his boxers off of his legs and onto the floor before I grabbed his knees, sliding them apart.

I moved to kneel between his legs which were still flat on the bed as I felt him observe every move I made. I felt the wetness pool between my legs again just from looking at him splayed out on the bed. My eyes locked with his and I smiled, a giddy feeling arising in my stomach. His mouth was hung open, his eyes filled with lust making me want to pleasure him even more.

I shuffled down even further, carefully wrapping my right hand around the base of his dick making him hiss from the sudden contact. I slowly began pumping him in my hand as I shuffled back, bending forward to give him the perfect view of my ass.

I paused the movement of my hand, licking a stripe from the base of his dick all of the way to the tip making him whine as he clenched his eyes closed, balling the sheets in his fists as if to contain himself. I kissed his tip, a whimper falling from his lips before he looked down at me. I opened my mouth, looking up at him as I began taking his tip into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it teasingly before I pushed my head down. He hit the back of my throat and I closed my eyes, thankful my gag reflex was practically nonexistent.

A moan escaped his lips as I bobbed my head up and down, my hand working on the rest of his length that I couldn't fit into my mouth. His hips jerked forward, his tip hitting the back of my throat roughly and a choked moan left his mouth.

"Fuck, sorry," he mumbled and I looked up to see an apologetic look on his face, letting me know he didn't mean to move his hips. I pulled back, spitting into my palm before working my hand around him faster as he panted heavily, whimpers and whines leaving his lips desperately.

I swiped my thumb over his tip, a loud moan leaving his lips involuntarily as he bucked once again. I smiled at him as he tilted his head back, his jaw clenching. I continued pumping his dick quickly, running my hand over his tip every now and then eliciting a moan from him every time.

I let my hand go from around him, placing it on his stomach as I leaned forward. I kissed his tip before I forced my mouth down on him, taking him fully as I felt him bulge in my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as they began watering, the sensation winding me up once again.

"Fuck!" he yelled, gripping my hair roughly making me moan around him as he began guiding my head over his length. Unimaginable noises emitted from his throat as he gripped my hair, sliding me up and down his dick with ease.

I let him use my head however he wanted, going as fast and rough as he needed to feel good. I quickly tapped his stomach and he loosened his pressure on my hair, allowing me to come up for air as I used my hand to pump him again.

"You feel good, pretty boy?" I panted, catching my breath the best I could as he nodded, catching his own breath before I pushed my head back down, taking him down my throat once again and he moaned so loudly I wouldn't be surprised if the whole neighbourhood could hear him.

"I'm gonna cum," he said so quickly I almost didn't catch it and I quickened my pace as he whined loudly. He gripped my hair tightly making me moan around him.

"Oh god," he moaned loudly before I felt a warm liquid coat my mouth and I continued to work around him, slowing my pace so he didn't get overstimulated too quickly, "Oh my fucking god, Layla."

I pulled him out of my mouth with a pop before I swallowed the cum, some of it dripping from the side of my mouth. He let go of my hair, reaching his hand around and wiping the liquid from the side of my mouth. I grabbed his wrist, pulling it toward me before I slid his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it gently as he looked at me in awe.

I pulled his thumb out and he smiled at me as I crawled forward, laying down on his chest as my legs fell between his. I placed my hand on his chest before putting my chin on the back of my hand, looking up at him with a smile as he caught his breath.

"You will be the death of me, woman," he mumbled with a dopey smile and I giggled at him, pushing a few pieces of hair out of his face with my other hand.

"You're welcome," I smiled up at him and he wrapped his arms around my back, pulling me tight against him. He swirled my lower back with his thumb gently before I leaned up, placing another kiss on his lips. I pulled the covers over our naked bodies despite the fact we were both warm from our activities but I wanted to keep his warmth on me as long as possible.

"If you stay on me like this, I'll get hard again," he smirked as he looked down at me and I smiled, shrugging my shoulders.

"I won't be mad if you do," I giggled to myself, the dopamine of my high still travelling through my brain as he pulled a hand up, brushing my hair behind my ear gently.

"You're so cute," he whispered as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on my forehead and I closed my eyes contently, hoping I could stay in this moment forever.

tags:

@ilovechrissturniolo1 @sturnfix @lilsstvrn @sturniololol @sturniolowhore @dsturniolo @chrisstankyleg @lov3bug @pinklittleflower @thatcrazybitch-69 @trinity2058 @alorsxsturn @leprechaunbirthdaygirl

[the-sweet-madame]

"ᴍᴀʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ?" (𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Warnings: none.

Summary: Diluc is hardcore crushing on reader haha 😭

Female reader! Happy reading <3

Her smile was infuriating.

He hated how it made his heart stutter. He hated how it would make him pause just to look at it. He hated how he could feel the blood rushing to his face whenever she sent him one of her pretty smiles.

He hated how he was in love with every little thing about her.

And there she was, without a clue about how strong his feelings were, waltzing through the crowd with no care at all. It almost made him smile.

The chandelier was hung up high, the glistening crystals fell dull in comparison to the shine in her eyes. The dresses of other woman as they spun were only the swirling of bland colours compared to hers. The way her dress complimented her skin had him mesmerised. Though, her face was truly the main star there. With her hair falling perfectly around it, bringing out her eyes and her sweet smile that he couldn’t get enough of. As much as he hated to admit. She was absolutely enthralling.

“Diluc!” She sweetly called as she hurried over to him. “You look rather handsome.”

He hoped she didn’t see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You look...” He slightly hesitated, holding his tongue. “Beautiful.”

She giggled, her features melting into the most bewitching smile he has ever seen.

“Thank you.” She says softly, tilting her head as she steps closer.

“Diluc,” She begins again with a charming lilt to her voice. “May I have this dance with you?”

The way she said his name sent shivers crawling down his spine. The dim light spilt on her face so delicately as she looked at him, she was so irresistible and enticing that all he could manage was a curt nod. He was utterly hooked.

It was as if his mind had blanked, his body moving on pure instinct as he gently placed his hand on her waist and held her hand with the other as she drew even closer to him. It was hard to breathe. The air redolent between them with a mix of his cologne and her perfume. Her hand was warm. Her fingers fit snug between his as if they were created for that purpose. His breath trembled. Her other hand had snuck up upon his shoulder and she looked up at him with another smile, everything seemed right. Perfect even.

The close proximity between the two in that moment set aflame to his heart.

As if they were clockwork, their movements synced together skilfully yet so very gently. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and neither could she as they waltzed.

“You are quite the dancer.” She commented as he slowly twirled her.

He pulled her close and he could’ve sworn that pink shaded her cheeks. “As are you, Miss (Name).”

She chuckled at his sudden formality. “Must you address me with such formality?”

His gaze almost wavered. “My apologises.”

She suddenly leaned in, her breath mingling with his. His eyes widened and she only gifted him with another charming smile. His grip on her waist subconsciously tightened as they swayed even closer. As if they were lovers.

“Why don’t you…” Her voice dropped into an alluring whisper. “Call me yours instead?”

[gojoidyll]

Showers Aren't Helping (or maybe they are?)

Sunday x Fem!Reader

Warnings | mdni, shower sex, p in v, afab reader, grammatical errors, reader referred to as "y/n", you both call each other "sweet angel", etc.

For @yaexcz <3 sorry, you requested this quite awhile ago, but I'm just now getting to it heh.

"Feels good?"

Sunday was always a man (halovian) who was always well presented. His clothes never wrinkled. His easy smile and mask never wavered. He always had the upper hand.

"Mmm, yes."

But in the secluded moments he shared with you, he always let his guard down, and showering together was one of those times.

Your naked body was gently pressed up against his chest. Your breasts, pushed up against him as your fingers, lathered in soap, smoothed over his wings.

(I imagine that the piercings in his wings work like ear piercings, so I think he would take them off when he showers, right? Anyway-)

Your fingers worked delicately into his feathers, smoothing them over and making sure that they were clean while also not tugging on them or accidentally ripping any feathers out. You were always the caring type. You would never forgive yourself if you hurt Sunday, even if it was on accident.

"I'm not pulling on them too rough, am i?"

Your voice was soft as you leant into him more, the water soaking your back as he held you close to him.

"Y- you're doing so well."

Sunday doesn't stutter, but work him just right and then you could get him to sing any tune you want.

"Am I?"

You stopped your ministrations on his wings as you let your hands tangle into his disheveled, soaked hair. Your body leaning up on your tippy toes as your wet sex sliding against his hardening shaft.

"Y- you," his lips trembled as you pulled him closer, your lips chasing for his own as you captured him into a kiss. The shower steam covered you both as the water hugged you tightly making it easier for you both to slowly grind against each other.

A fiery heat erupted below you, you could feel it course through you as Sunday's bulbous tip would catch against your aching folds.

"S- Sunday," your moan was breathy, wanton, and full of yearning as you held him impossibly closer.

Outside of your privacy and secluded moments, Sunday always seemed so far away. So distance and calculating. You always felt like you couldn't touch him or reach him when everyone's prying eyes were trying to pick Sunday and you apart.

But here and now? You didn't have to worry. You could hold him, caress him, and love him without a care in the world. No prying eyes were here of all places. No cameras. No Family. No IPC trying to wring Sunday for an unfair deal.

It was just you. And just him.

"More- more please ah, y/n."

You obliged as you lofted one of your legs, your hands leaving his hair a mess as you instead grabbed onto his shoulders, "hold me close."

He held you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist as he helped you hook your lifted leg around his hip. The action made you both moan as his slicked up cock embedded itself into your tight hole. Your walls clenched around him at the sudden intrusion, but there wasn't an discomfort as you felt yourself mold to his throbbing, hot length.

"You, hah, are too good for me, sweet angel."

You moved one of your hands from his shoulders, your fingers lightly caressing his cheek as the water pelted you both.

"If anyone is a sweet angel, it's you, Sunday."

At your words, you could feel how he gripped your waist. His hips picking a slow and steady pace as he rutted into you, "throwing my words back at me?"

"Never, just telling the truth."

You tried to steady your words, but it was hard with hie Sunday was reaching so deep within you. Your focus was slipping.

You could feel his grin when he captured your lips. Hot, wet, dominating. Even if you were in control before, that wasn't the case now even as he picked up the pace and moved to hold you up against the tile wall. The cool tile being a stark contrast to the hot water and Sunday's scorching touch.

"Mmm, Ah! There, Sunday!"

You felt him hit a certain spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Your walls clamped around him instantly when he hit again. He grunted the moment he felt you tighten up. His breath coming out jagged as his wings fluttered and strained.

"Sun- Sun, Sunday, I'm- I'm-"

"I know, sweet angel, hah, me too. Come with me."

It was more of a command then a request. And when you felt his movements get sloppier and how his hands came to grip your upper back as he seemed to hold onto you for dear life, you finally let yourself go. Your walls seizing against him as you wouldn't let him pull out, and feeling him gush and spurt inside you made you see a starburst of stars dancing across your vision.

You whined loudly as you chased that high, your hips pressing harshly into his as you wanted him deeper and deeper.

"You- you're too good to me," Sunday all bit whispered as he stayed within you, even as you started to relax and go limo against him.

You hummed lightly at that, your hands coming up to softly run your fingers through his hair as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck.

"I'll only ever be good to you, my sweet angel."

[eds6ngel]

pumpkin muffins ๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭༄˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: to celebrate the new season, you and eddie decide to tackle baking some pumpkin mufffins!

warnings: fem!reader. pet names (babe, baby, my love). established relationship. food mentions and eating. swearing. no use of y/n. just domestic sweetness and fluffiness. also, reassurance from eddie <3 [1.5k].

“Okay, so we need one and three-quarter cups of all-purpose flour.”

Fall. The leaves were turning orange, days were growing shorter, and the weather was becoming colder. And what better way to celebrate the new season than appropriately making a pumpkin-based treat?

Bowls and utensils were spread out the small kitchen of the Forest Hills trailer. Making do with the space provided, Eddie grumbles, searching for the required product. He holds it by his face, giving you a confused look as you line the baking tray with twelve cupcake cases.

Knowing what he was asking purely by his expression, you nod, “That’s the one! Now, put one and three-quarter cups of it into that massive bowl there.”

Eddie stands there in confusion, looking around as if to search for the required “cup.” If he was being honest with himself, he had no clue what you were talking about.

He was usually the one to rest whilst you relaxed into the kitchen of his home, hair pinned up in a pink claw-grip, a matching-coloured apron, looking all pretty and dainty, something he admired as you hummed along to the radio you usually turned on whilst baking.

Spraying the cupcake cases with a non-stick lining, Eddie opens up a cupboard, pulling out the Garfield mug of Wayne’s.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing?” you ask softly, a gentle hand placed on his shoulder.

“You said one and three-quarter cups.”

You giggle, the boy truly inexperienced in the baking world. You turn behind you, grabbing the cup collection pinned together around a hook, “These are cups, baby. Measuring cups, not mugs.”

He purses his lips together, staring into the decorated cat’s black eyes, “Oh… I thought you meant a cup as in, y’know, a Cup of Joe.”

You hold in your laugh, a slight smile faltering on your lips as you press them to his cheek, “No, baby. These things. Just do one full cup, a half and then a quarter.”

The cups plop gently into his hands, Eddie reading the engrained lettering into the black coating. Meanwhile, you set the baking tray off to the side, beginning to combine the wet ingredients into a bowl.

One cup into the large bowl and Eddie is distracted. He just can’t keep his eyes off of you, looking all pretty, face scrunched up as you read the measurements on the side of the jug, milk splashing onto the worktop as you wipe it away effortlessly.

“How’s that flour coming on, handsome?”

Your voice snaps him out of his gaze, him stuttering, “Uh, yeah… Yeah, it’s great. Going great.”

He can feel your presence by his side, a tender kiss pressed to his bicep as your hands rubs up and down along his spine. It’s comforting.

“Okay,” you pass over a teaspoon, “One teaspoon of baking soda next!”

Without a second thought, he presses a quick kiss to your lips, hand naturally cupping your cheek, a hand-printed flour stain now left on it. In response, you dip your hand into the bag, placing your hand on his left cheek. “There. Now we match.”

God, you were just fucking adorable.

With your flour-printed cheeks, Eddie continues adding in the dry ingredients with a helping hand from yourself, passing him each ingredient as he needed it, the torn-out recipe now by his side.

Bringing over your medium bowl, you mix the wet and dry ingredients, folding them together softly with your wooden spoon, Eddie’s face nuzzled into your shoulder, hands resting on your waist.

Simple romantic gestures like that had become so natural between the two of you. Whether it’d be Eddie’s head leaning into your neck, hair tickling the side of your face, or your hand delicately stroking along the centre of his back, you just felt at peace. At home.

You place a delicate kiss to his forehead, hair pulled out of his face, something you had to convince him to do, teaching him the safeties of baking. “Time to pour the mixture into the cases.”

“Mmm,” he hums, sloppily placing several kisses alongside your neck before parting from you, grabbing the bowl in his large hands and tipping them in. However, the mixture decides to not be on his side for the day, falling outside of the cases. “Oh shit, shit!”

You giggle, helping your boyfriend out as he continues to struggle, grabbing your wooden spoon and rescuing the spilt mixture. However, as you point the wooden spoon towards his direction, some of the mixture flicks off the end, landing directly on the tip of his nose.

You cover your mouth at the occurrence, the laughs slipping from your lips, “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yet, Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes as he grabs the wooden spoon from your hand, wiping the remaining mixture onto your own nose. “And now we match again.”

You shake your head, attending back to the muffin mixture. After many more spillages and kisses, the muffins are in the oven, baking away for twenty minutes.

In complete silence, minus the hum of the oven, Eddie is sat on top of the counter, you standing between his legs as your head is tucked into his chest, his lips leaving a trail of soft kisses along your scalp.

Leaning up slightly, Eddie’s rough thumbs part the back of your hair, the man humming as he notices a new, unique feature about you, “You know you have a freckle back here?”

Your face is scrunched up in confusion as you lift your head, “Really?”

“Mhmm,” he replies, “Makes you all the more prettier.”

You can’t help but blush at his words. No matter how long you’ve been together, his compliments still make your cheeks light up like a fire, the pink hue gracing them.

“I mean, I would take a photo to show you, but that means letting go of you, and I don’t plan on doing that until the timer goes off.”

“Mmm, me neither. It’s cosy here.”

He can feel your nails scratching up and down his back, the gesture feeling so incredibly good. “Yeah?” he questions with a lopsided smile, grabbing your face in his palms, your eyes connecting, “Nice and warm for you?”

You nod, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms fully around his back, falling back into his cosy chest. Eddie parts different sections of your hair, tenderly placing soft kisses alongside each line.

However, the sound of the timer beeping violently at the two of you raises your attentions. Eddie groaning at the intrusion, you move away from him, grabbing a mit and lifting the baking tray from the oven. The smell of pumpkin invades both of your senses, you placing the tray onto the worktop.

“Five minutes, baby. Then, we can taste our delicious creation.”

He chuckles, cupping your face once more, “I think you mean your delicious creation. I merely threw things into a bowl.”

You scrunch up your face into the cutest anger Eddie had ever seen. How did he get so lucky?

“And did I not do the same? How dare you not give yourself credit, my love.”

His lips attach softly to the creases in your forehead, “Darlin’, you found the recipe from some old ass cookbook, did the entirety of the wet ingredients yourself, and practically told me how to do the dry ingredients. It’s 100% on you, and you know this. What did I tell you about giving yourself more credit?”

You huff, arms flailing up in the air, “I know… I just like to see other people succeed! I like to make others feel as if they’ve been helpful and done a good job.”

You feel his thumb tenderly stroke across the apple of your right cheek, “I know, baby. But, you need to start including yourself in that too, okay? If you need a motivator to do so, just think that I would absolutely love it if you gave yourself credit where credit is due, okay?”

You nod slowly, Eddie’s toothy grin showing as your lips connect, his soft as they move against your own. As you part, your foreheads touch, “You’re talented, baby. You deserve to acknowledge that.”

“Okay,” you quietly reply, before leaning back and smirking, “Would my love like to try my amazing talent?”

Pointing over to the muffins, Eddie carefully picks one up, unwrapping it, waiting for you to do the same.

He lifts an eyebrow, asking, “Ready?”

You nod in response, both of you simultaneously biting into the soft treat, a collection of moans and hums echoing at the deliciousness of the dessert.

“Babe, that tastes fucking incredible. Oh my God.”

You look up at him, Eddie munching further into the pumpkin muffin, basking in its tastiness.

And maybe he was right. Maybe you did deserve more credit. Because if it makes him happy, that is all that matters.

sorry for being so inactive! i'm currently doing film & tv at uni and it's super time-consuming and stressful! also, trying to explore london where i can <3 i'm always here to support other's fics though ♡

taglist: @cosmorant @jesssssmaybankk @tlclick73

[mistydeyes]

congrats on 1k!!! you deserve all of the love you get <3

can you do stained lipstick with gaz? (gn!reader <3)

Thank you so much @mockerycrow! You're the absolute sweetest :) AND THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PROMPT especially w my favorite boy

link to the prompt list and 1k celebration!

prompt: stained lipstick (18+) - rough kisses in the back of an uber

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x gn!reader

warnings: sexual imagery (heavy makeouts, light grinding, yk the deal), swearing

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The entire night at the pub, Kyle's hands always found a way to be on you. Whether it was the delicate hand on your thigh at the table or the protective grasp on your waist while ordering, Kyle's fingers felt like fire on your skin. You were aching to go home and it was clear he was feverish as well as he passionately kissed you on the street-lit sidewalk. Before you knew it, your Uber had arrived as a black car rounded the corner. "For Kyle," the driver asked as she leaned out the window. Your boyfriend nodded and led you by the hand into the vehicle.

Despite the relatively short ride home, something about the confined space made it ideal for breathy kisses and light tugs at your clothing. The driver was around your age and kept her eyes glued to the street as she knew the drunken routine of lovers. What started as a gentle kiss on the cheek turned into Kyle shielding your head with one arm and gripping your waist with the other as you allowed his tongue to enter your mouth. The sounds of the stereo gradually increased as you kissed more deeply. You playfully tugged on his lip as he moaned at the distinct action. "Fuck, love," he breathed for a moment before holding your face gently and looking at you in the red hue of the traffic light. You bit your lip before running your fingers through his soft hair and pulling him closer to you. The small space was fragranced with an amalgamation of liquor and his intoxicating cologne as you closed the gap with your starved lips.

Surrounding cars blurred as the driver navigated the busy late-night streets and provided a perfect background for your quickened, feverish kisses. His kisses became more desperate as he pulled you closer to him and you lightly palmed your hand on his ever-tightening front. You smiled into the kiss as you heard him groan in response. "Can't wait to have you to myself," he whispered and you continued to placate him with your mouth as the streets began to be more familiar. Finally, after the excruciating 20 minutes, you exited the car with Kyle right behind you. You laughed as you made sure he left her a good tip for ignoring your antics. You were inseparable as you entered the code quickly to your flat. As you knocked off your shoes and hung your jackets, that was the last organized thing you would do for the whole night as Kyle cornered you against the wall. "Now where were we?" he said playfully and met your reddened lips with his.

[starlightvivi]

Soldier's Silent Love

Ghost x Reader

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Summary: Y/N and Ghost, comrades who once kept their feelings unspoken, find themselves reunited on a mission where a forced fake marriage unravels years of hidden emotions. Ghost, who concealed his affection when you were transferred away, now faces the challenge of maintaining the act while wrestling with a love that never truly faded. In the midst of duty and deception, their story unfolds, blurring the lines between soldier and lover.

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Mention of :- Romance, suspense, smut, (mdni 18+) some fluff, a lot of flirting, jealous ghost, fake married couple

(Smut) MDI

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

First part This part 4

Words: 6.3k

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As Ghost booked the room he called Y/n, and you followed with him, as ghost realized you were beside him he instantly grabbed your waist harshly and pulled you close to him, you were surprised but you didn't mind instead you liked it, it's like they finally are together and after like years hiding their feelings, you both gets into the elevator ready to head to your room as the elevator door closes. Ghost positioned himself in front of you, lowering his head to meet yours. "You looked divine this all day, I can't take my eyes off you" he confessed in a hushed tone. His hands, previously at her waist, delicately traversed down to her ass, applying a gentle yet possessive squeeze. As she met his gaze, she found his eyes filled with a potent mix of lust and deep affection, creating an undeniable connection between them. Then the elevator opens, ghost back, and gives you some space to walk as you both walk in the hotel hallway finding the room as you get inside. You can't wait to share your long-back feelings with him as you hide it never relieving as they are alone now you can finally tell him. Having all night to talk about. As you turned to face him, a surge of electricity pulsed through the air. Without hesitation, Ghost's hand found its way to your neck, a tender yet assertive grip pulling her irresistibly closer. In that charged moment, he met your lips with an eagerness that mirrored the intensity of their emotions. Simultaneously, his other hand enveloped your waist, creating a magnetic connection that transcended mere physicality. The kiss was a dance of passion, an exchange of unspoken desires that had lingered in the air for far too long. As their lips melded, she willingly surrendered to the whirlwind of emotions, losing herself in the raw intensity of the connection. Your fingers instinctively found purchase, holding onto him as if anchoring yourself in a sea of shared emotion. As he held you and turned around pushing you against the door and pinning you in one place with his huge muscular body, while not breaking their passionate kiss. His heavy hand roams around your back, pulling your dress zipper down, completely making your dress fall on the ground, he slightly moves back to see you and to his surprise, you are wearing matching lingerie (his favorite black) making ghost spark with excitement and more needy, he gets closer to you and kisses your lips gently but slightly roughly, he picks you up in his arms turns towards the bed lying you down. He quickly undone his clothes and gets back on top of you, you let out a shaky breath he notices how you are breathing heavily and shaking a bit, he leans and pepper kisses your face, trying to relax you, as you calm down, his hand goes down between your thigh rubbing on you pantie, gently massaging your clothed cunt, you let out sharp intake of breath. He glides his hand up to your thighs, feeling you shiver as he does. Gently massaging your clothed clit his fingertips touches your clit, as you flinch a little. He breathed "Do want me to contin--" "YES" he didn't even complete his sentence as you enthusiastically, responsed to him. He slowly removed your panties leaving you exposed to him, hearing a gasp from your lips. He lowers himself on top of you, pressing his lips to yours again. You kiss him sloppily, fully flushed, and your belly feels warm, he moves down kissing your neck and leaving some hickeys as he unclasps your bra, sucking gently and biting on both of your nipples. You never felt this way, you never thought you would be having this moment with him, you have never been this turned on before, he lowers his head and rests on yours his gaze focused on you, watch your reaction and discomfort as he doesn't find any of those he quickly moved down between your thigh and holds them still as he slides his tongue over your clit and sucking it, you tilting your head back moaning out.

Continuation