#🖊️

[lovelucilfer]

"Would you look at that..." Soshiro snickers from above, his tongue darting from between his lips to wet them as he gazes down at you, his pupils blown wide, "You're a natural, aren't ya?"

You whimper at his praise, humiliating as it is, and he feels the muffled sound of it send a vibration up the length of his cock that's deep in your throat. His hand cups the side of your neck, thumb stroking along the column of sensitive skin as you sputter and drool with your lips wrapped around him. While the other gently cradles the back of your head as Soshiro stuffs himself further into your mouth — the very thing that had landed you here on your knees in the first place.

"Imagine what your fellow officers would think if they could see you right now, huh?" he rasps, his breathing slightly ragged, "Taking me like such a good girl after all that talkin' back..."

A low hum of approval follows the teasing emphasis of his words, causing your cheeks to blaze with embarrassment at how much you like it. There's mirth in Soshiro's eyes. But the way that he grins at you, so unabashedly, as he watches you flush only makes even more heat pervade throughout your body. Though this time it comes in the form of arousal pooling hotly between your thighs as he continues to thrust forward lazily. You try to squeeze them together discreetly, a feeble attempt to suppress the growing need with even a little bit of friction, but he's too perceptive. He catches the movement immediately.

"You love this, don't ya? Letting your vice-captain use your pretty mouth like this?" Soshiro provokes, smiling wickedly as he pants, his fingers curling into your hair with a soft tug to tilt your head to force your gaze on him, "Say it."

You nearly choke in response to his compliment, spit bubbling out and dripping down his shaft and your chin as his question leaves your aching pussy clenching around nothing. Soshiro chuckles breathily at the sight, amusement sparking in his eyes. Needing air, your inhale causes you to slurp lewdly before he's pulling his hips back with a hiss and a hand gripped firmly at the base of his length. He taps the sticky tip of his cock against your tongue, smearing the mess of your saliva and his precum along your bottom lip, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as he waits expectantly.

"S-Sir... Soshiro—" you gasp softly, quick to correct yourself as you blink up at him, hoping for some respite as you nod imperceptibly, "You know I do..." comes your flustered admission after a pause, shame mixing with the desire that simmers white-hot in your gut.

Soshiro grins, satisfied by your compliance and the way that your cheeks redden under his attention. He gives his cock a few languid pumps with his fist, his grip tightening slightly in your hair before guiding it back into your mouth. Your eyes well up as he works it in again, a needy whine escaping your throat as he pushes until the head nudges against the back of it, making him groan in pleasure as the wet heat envelopes him once more. But Soshiro only takes delight in it.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetheart," he taunts with a click of his tongue, smirking as he uses his thumb to brush a stray tear from rolling down your cheek, "This is nothin'. Much better than a couple hundred push-ups, don't ya think?"

[chipsbettiganfan]

I like that guy

[violetmuses]

Good ASF - A. Aretas 💥

Title: Good ASF - A. Aretas 💥

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Another mission reveals surprises. 🏷 @nobodygetsza @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @adoresmiles @deja-r

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2024

“Stay vigilant, everyone. Summer is the peak of certain forces.” Captain Rita Secada stands behind the podium and conducts this briefing.

Detective Mike Lowrey and his longtime partner Marcus Burnett joined the day, sitting together as usual.

“Update Armando right now. It's already getting hot outside.” Marcus glanced toward Lowrey, his best friend.

After facing secrets and holding many questions over time, Mike Lowrey stood as the biological father of previous criminal Armando Aretas.

“Armando knows what's going on. I'm not babysitting him anymore.” Mike continued taking notes.

“Check your son, Mike. I don't wanna put him back in prison.” Marcus nearly clenched his teeth.

“Shut up, man.” Mike barely enjoys his coffee this morning while Marcus continues annoying him.

Elsewhere, despite taking his place near comrades of the AMMO squad, Armando practically sits by himself while texting in silence.

Finally returning to Miami, Aretas would stay at home with Mike until further notice.

Mike had even married this great person named Christine. She also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years ago.

Armando: We have another briefing. It's too early. 😴 ☀️ 🌴

Christine: No sleep last night???

Armando: Late-night paperwork. 📃

Christine: Not again! :(

Armando: Probably taking a nap after we finish the discussion. 💤

Christine: There's food in the fridge if you come back. :)

Armando: Thank you. 🫂

Christine: Of course! :)

Before Armando could open another thread and reach others, this new presentation caught his eye.

Another mission would line up for the well-known police department. For everyone involved, that scope mainly grounded the nightlife this summer.

Here we go. Aretas thought.

_____

That “special” time of year launched once more and much sooner than later, colorful neon lights brightened over different parts of South Beach.

Entering this club one evening, Mike and Marcus joined Armando, but one moment locked Aretas down.

In the distance, vibrant shades turned with sensual music. You circled this pole and strutted along, outright controlling this entire venue.

“Dude!” Mike tried to distract Armando, but nothing worked. Even Marcus shook his head.

Maybe prison ruined his focus, but Aretas couldn't help staring. You towered as the most dangerous angel tonight.

Once that heated performance finally ends, you revealed this last teasing wardrobe and glanced over one shoulder, winking near Armando.

“Get the supply. You don't need me.” Aretas brushes off Mike and Marcus, leaving this spot to find you.

“Hey!” Marcus shouted, taking Mike with him to trail Armando's path.

While mingling, you find Lowrey, Burnett, and Aretas.

“I know who you are.” You cross both arms while facing everyone. “Don't shut my place down.”

“Too late, girl.” Mike Lowrey stepped up. “You have pushers on the clock.”

“So does every venue working in South Beach right now. At least wait until Fall if you want to crack down somewhere.” You defended yourself.

“Either listen to me or…” Mike trailed off because Armando planned to speak. Marcus stood flabbergasted.

“Remember me?” Armando pulled his charm and revealed slightly accented English.

“How could I forget? We had a really good time together.” You toyed with this gold chain that shined from Armando's neck.

“Armando fucked a stripper!” Upon realization, Marcus yelled while near Mike.

“Shut up, man!” Mike scrunched up his face without hesitation. “Can we make the drop or not?”

“It doesn't even matter.” Marcus kept talking, but you didn't care anymore.

Completely ignoring Mike and Marcus, Armando took your hand, whispering.

“Can I dance with you again?” Armando flirted and nearly smiled against your lips.

“Not tonight.” Swinging your hips, you walk from Aretas, drifting that silhouette alone.

Damn. Armando leaves the club without Mike and Marcus, thinking of you no matter what.

[georgiamorn]

and if you haven't heard from me well, it's not for lack of feeling and if i haven't slept in weeks well, that's between me and the ceiling oh, didn't you, didn't you hear? I won worst person of the year quite a statement, considering the state of things I thought you oughta know spent my life lightening this blow and still I never was what you needed me to be oh, I had my chance to be loved lord knows I couldn't take it playing at growing up shoulda known I couldn't fake it I was never good at lyin' read the truth from my face always better at goodbyin' than kissing in the rain so if that's what it takes, if those are the stakes, then I fold i'm all out of gold

[solitaireships]

Stealing off twitter but btw

[r3g-p14y3r]

Oh, hello!

Welcome, welcome! As you can see above, my name’s Viren! Feel free to call me Vi though.

I’m not much of a talker online or in person…what I’m trying to say is that I’m like talking to a wall. I try to compensate for that with emotes/GIFs, but do tell me if they bother you! Got a sneaking suspicion that I might be aroace but I didn’t add it to the lil card above since, well, I ain’t too sure of myself.

Inbox open all of Nov for Trick-or-Treaters!!!

Uh…I got a server I made for talking about OCs,,, if ya want— I talk bout my OC blorbos there occasionally and wanna listen to others talk about theirs,,

[Tags]

There are a few, and I’ll list them down here:

#osfe is for the DCA Transformers AU I’m working on with the lovely @capring! If yer wondering what it stands for, it’s Our Sky Fell Eastward! Grey’s writing, I’m currently trying to figure out designs. Pretty hard when you haven’t drawn robots all that much (did so once. Help—), so I guess you’ll be watching me grow as slowly as I draw along the way.

#The Box of Mutuals is for—you guessed it—mutuals! You should be able to find all of them under this tag. #[insert name here] collection!! is for each individual mutual.

#regular doodles is where you’ll find my art, as well as #doodles (tis old art tag)!

#Vi jibberjabbers is for me answering asks!

#Vi rambles/ponders is for my thoughts and whatever nonsense I may spew. Can include my hyperfixations.

#vi attempts writing is for…my attempts at writing! My English language comprehension is elementary (/srs /gen (I haven’t done English since elementary)) so don’t expect much.

#👁️‍🗨️^ is for some of my favourite posts!

#birb is for, well, birbs. :>

#🫵 is like me using the “This!” reaction on discord! That’s the best way I can describe it.

#rebloggle is usually for the posts that I’m unsure what to put under/miscellaneous.

If I’m missing anything, I’ll update the post.

[el3ctraaa]

Five minute writing exercise. "Stubble Burning" by M.S.

[zhopa-izta]

Dibujitos de hoy (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Recién estoy empezando a aprender como se usan las etiquetas (⁠^▽^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

I'm just starting to learn how to use tags (⁠^▽^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

[a-little-slvtty]

I’d want you to use me for your pleasure… I’d sit like a good boy while you rode me to your heart’s content. I’d only cum if you said I could and I’d cum for you as much as you want.

I’d want you to put your thumb on my tongue while you told me very dirty thing you know I want from you.

-🖊️

aww anon, I didn't know that you had a submissive side too~

that all sounds nice, but I'd also like to tie you up a little, nothing too intense just tying your wrists and ankles to the bedposts so that you won't be able to change positions and I'll be in control. is that something you would like?

also replying to you last ask, I have a guess on who you could be, but I'm not sure

[lovelucilfer]

self indulgent fluff for my beloved husband's birthday!! after worrying that I wouldn't have anything to post for him, I somehow managed to write this. I love him and he deserves nothing but softness. happy birthday to my favourite uchiha. 🍅🍙💙

The first thing Sasuke notices when he wakes, sitting up as he blinks the sleep from his tired eyes, is the unusual absence on your side of the bed. It's rare for you to rouse before he does, but a press of his hand to the sheets and the warmth still clinging to them tells him that you're not far. Though he already has a sneaking suspicion as to where you've disappeared to. One that makes a fond smile tug at the corners of his lips as he gets up.

Instead of going about his morning routine as he usually would, Sasuke wanders out from your bedroom, padding carefully down the hallway towards the kitchen of your home. This is where you are, he's certain of it — if the sweet, resounding hum of your voice and clattering dishes are anything to go by.

Sure enough, as he breaches the doorway, leaning against its frame, there you are. The sight of you makes Sasuke soften, his muscles going lax as he refrains from making his presence known just yet. You're still in your pajamas, hair thrown up into a haphazard bun to keep it from falling into your eyes as you cook. He takes his time letting his heavily lidded gaze roam over you, appreciating every curve and inch of your exposed skin as you work; the crook of your neck, the inviting slope of your shoulder, and your bare thighs. All favourite places of his.

Sasuke knows that you know what day it is, and the thought that you've gone out of your way to wake up earlier than you typically like to in order to make him breakfast has warmth spreading through his chest. The small ways in which you show your love for him, and choose to celebrate him, never going unnoticed. His fingers twitch with want as he pushes himself from the door, tempted to reach out and pull you close as he splays them over your skin.

"You're up early." Sasuke murmurs, startling you with the low rasp of his voice, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches you turn your head to look at him with pleasant surprise.

His name falls from your lips at the familiar sound, breathy and affectionate, and a smirk tugs at his lips in response as he quietly closes the distance between the two of you. Sasuke's hand finds your hip to give it a gentle squeeze in greeting. Dropping his head to nose along your neck, he breathes you in before brushing his lips against your shoulder.

"I am," you confirm, a giggle bubbling up from your mouth as Sasuke's hair tickles you, "Go sit, it's almost ready."

Sasuke hums, reluctant to pull away from the comfort of your body heat, but moves to seat himself at the kitchen table as per your request. He knows better than to argue, and he wouldn't want you to think that the effort of your doting gesture has been lost on him. It's quite the opposite, as he gazes at you there's nothing but unadulterated love in his eyes. You can see it too, suddenly feeling shy as you set his food down in front of him. It isn't uncommon for you to make breakfast, but something about this morning, knowing you've made it especially with him in mind has it feeling extra special.

When Sasuke glances down at the plate before him on the table his heart squeezes in his chest. All of his favourites are included, prepared undoubtedly with love and care, but there's one thing in particular that has an unexpected rush of emotion catching him off guard. Cherry tomatoes, that you've somehow managed to slice deftly into the shape of small hearts.

You worry at your bottom lip as you arrange your own breakfast, skimming through your mind for anything you could have missed while you wait for the telltale sound of Sasuke's hum of approval. It's a sound you've become partial to, taking pleasure in it whenever you get the chance to cook for the both of you. But it doesn't come, and you can feel the weight of Sasuke's gaze, the silence eating away at you as your pulse quickens with concern.

"Is it too much? It's silly... childish, I know—" you stammer, shaking your head as heat starts to rise to your face in embarrassment, turning to look at him only to be met with the hard plane of his chest, "Mm!"

You're interrupted by the firm press of Sasuke's lips to yours, his hand finding the small of your back with practiced ease as he circles your waist, scooping you into his embrace as he kisses you. It's all-consuming, the kind of kiss that steals your breath and has you chasing after his mouth once he pulls away — as is every kiss Sasuke initiates, you've found. You flush at the sudden proximity, melting at the feel of his hot breath fanning out over your lips as your own hands come up to cup his face instinctively. Brushing your thumbs along his jaw, your eyes search his, filled with love and longing.

"It's perfect." He insists, his voice carrying a warmth and tenderness saved solely for you as he dispels your worries, "Thank you."

Sasuke's words are saturated with sincerity, his gratitude evident as he punctuates them with yet another deep, fervent kiss. He feels your arms slide up to wrap around his neck as he captures your lips, revelling in the way that you arch into him, even as he pulls away to study your delicate features. Several moments pass as you peer at one another, time seeming to suspend itself as the two of you bask in the intimate exchange.

"Happy birthday, Sasuke." you tell him finally, your voice dripping with adoration as you brush the hair from his face, wanting to look at him fully.

It makes Sasuke's heart skip a beat, fluttering in his chest as he peers down at you with a soft reverence that speaks volumes to the depths of his love and appreciation for you. Seeing the same love reflected back at him in your eyes, he can't help but to smile. He knows that in that moment, every birthday from here on will be a good one, so long as he gets to spend it by your side.

[chipsbettiganfan]

Cooking

[immortal-he]

can’t believe ao3 went down right as i was trying to filter to find a fic to read smh

[violetmuses]

Break Of Dawn - A. Aretas 😘

Title: Break Of Dawn - A. Aretas 😘

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Armando Aretas loves to wake up with you. @deja-r

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2024

Wearing Armando's Bud Light t-shirt, you've walked around the house, spoiled after making love

Aretas even cooked breakfast for you, proud to be yours every single day.

The doorbell rang as you enjoyed some morning coffee, but Armando set that damn mug away and teased your neck, still flirting like crazy.

“Oh, stop!” You playfully swatted him when Armando would even use his native language of Spanish at times. You can't repeat his words.

“I'll be right back." Slapping your ass, Armando laughed through his rare grin and kissed truly you,leaving to answer the front door.

Knowing better, you change your clothes just in case.

“Hey!” Familiar voices echoed from the door because Mike and Marcus arrived to start another cookout.

There's no chance for Round 2 with Armando. You think of the truth while frowning.

Pulling yourself together, you bring this smile and joined the backyard, enjoying that perfect day instead.

[georgiamorn]

your heart made its bed  in my jaw, slept on molars and spit    and i spoke around that 'till the wind got me spooked and i bit  and when the blood flowed, we  both got out paintbrushes  i wish we were more than  a couple creatives  maybe then i’d know  how to talk about it  ‘stead of staining the canvas again  oh i wish that i’d written me  she’d have wings and be golden, be comfortable holdin' your hand, if i’d written me  she’d be smaller and wiser, nothing would surprise her, yeah wish that i’d written me  she’d have welcomed your love for  that unending summer  and if i had written me  could i have held tighter?  you’re the better writer,  tell me 

[thebestgodapollo]

[zhopa-izta]

Me siento un toque así últimamente