#another vest 😏

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash @ The 5SOS Show Tour Boston Night 2 - 13 August 2023

[fluorescentbrains]

erika ishii you’re the only bitch who gets it

[elliesgaythoughts]

birthday ellie head😏-cannons

warnings: oral & fingering e!receiving, use of the nickname mama

fluff and smut

The first words out her mouth when she corners you in your room studying, leaning against the doorframe smugly and holding up the phone screen to you showing the time and before you can even say happy birthday she speaks her mind “birthday sex?” as to which you tell her to “fuck off” because you both are so madly in love.

bday!ellie that wakes up to the smell of pancakes and you struggling to get through the room door “g’morning babe” as she rubs her eyes, jumping out from under the covers, only wearing her dino boxers and a white vest, to help you like the little golden retriever she is “sit down baby” you huff “lemme spoil my girl”

bday!ellie that goes into a silent mood at how much you’re doing for her “let me driveee, please babe” your palm turns the steering wheel, taking you both outta the driveway then lands softly, resting on her thigh “nuh uh, you’re my passenger princess for today” she feints a sigh but the little excited giggle she fails to hide doesn’t go unnoticed.

bday!ellie that finally gets her way, having took her bags from you and waddling behind you through the mall.

bday!ellie that drags you into the Lego store only to disappear a few minutes later and reappearing to dangle a little lego you and her on a keychain that melts your heart “for you babe” she smiles softly, blushing like it’s your first date together all over again.

bday!ellie that can’t tell the difference between a day that’s supposed to be all about her and a day that should be spent spoiling you.

bday!ellie that doesn’t care if its her birthday she still drags you into a side boutique buying you a pretty pink pair of stilettos the second you turn your back “they’re not for you they’re for meee” she whines as you subtlety tell her off, she squeezes your hand tighter and nudges your shoulder with her as you both walk down the street, towards her beat up car to dump off her purchases “but I’ll give you a shot if you’d like” she shoot’s you a wink and you giggle under your breath at the thought of her trying to walk in them.

bday!ellie that practically makes your jaw drop as she walks out your shared bathroom in a black suit with a white button up on, open all the way down to her navel, the freckles on her chest taking your breath away as she mindlessly tweaks her cuff links, pretending to avoid your eyes practically fucking her as she gets ready for your dinner date.

bday!ellie that bursts into a nervous fit of giggles, blushing and dragging her chair closer to you, practically hiding being you as she spots a waiter bringing out a sparking chocolate cake and singing. “babeee” she praises as you nod a thank you to the worker “hm?” you scoop a piece with your spoon and she gladly takes it into her mouth, faking thought as she chews and swallows “it’s perfect, thank you” you lean forward, pressing your lips all over her precious face, inbetween your kisses you promise her “you deserve it” another kiss “and more” your hands are holding her flushed face “I love you, ellie” and she breathes a soft breath through her pout, calming herself before she speaks, she nods softly, holding, her ivy eyes meeting with yours “I know” teary as they are, they never leave yours “i love you too, angel”

bday!ellie that also has a little too much to drink stumbling out the taxi with you, hand in hand with you as you open your front door for her, guiding her inside as she drags you in with her, the taste of her wine on your tongue instantly.

bday!ellie that somehow strips faster than you, both your hands roaming each others warm flesh, tippling onto her mattress, tongues tasting one another’s flesh and soft breaths filling each others ears, making the heat between her thighs grow desperately.

bday!ellies that has her fingers in your messy hair as she spreads her thighs further, your breath on her clit and tongue running through her folds, the taste of her satisfying your every need yet making you insatiable.

bday!ellie that whispers “gonna cum” her voice high and the plush of her thighs squeezing your face, wanting to keep you there forever “im gonna cum mama” she squeaks, eyes closed and back arching “ma-uhh” and with your finger tips playing through her folds and lips wrapped around her shes filled with euphoria, sinking her own nails into the skin of her thighs, pushing herself over the edge and gasping at your fingertip pushing into her.

bday!ellie that’s clamps down onto your finger, throbbing as she coats you in her essence, her heavy eyelids squeezing shut as her face twists in pleasure.

bday!ellie that smiles lazily as she watches you lick up every drop of her like a starved woman, her pussy still throbbing contently.

bday!ellie that hides her face behind her freckled hands as you give a sloppy kiss to her puffy clit, a peck to her thigh and crawl up her body, her limbs encasing you and your arm around her shoulder as you play with her auburn head of hair “happy birthday my love”

bday!ellie that will never forget this birthday hums a sleepy hum of acknowledgement as her fingers trail your bare spine “G’night mama”

@dinaissoprettyoml thanks for the idea like 3 months ago😭🫶

@williamellieslilho @yourelliewillms @bready101 @moonalumi @heygrimace @pascals-doll @infiniteinquiries

[fraugwinska]

Okay but can you do an Al that quite likes to be put in his place by the reader behind closed doors? Can be sfw or NSFW, your choice. Radio Demon deserves to let off some steam losing control. 😏

Oh, what a fun ask that was - I approached it the best way I could, and I for one love it :D My gift to you and everyone who wants to! Attention: This is not mild, it's getting ✨spicy✨! ;>

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hard Day

There were three telltale signs.

Alastor had come home from another meeting of the overlords. He greeted Charlie and the others with his usual smile and the obligatory mocking quip at Angels playful flirtations. But what others didn't see was blatantly obvious to you. 

One: His left eye twitched constantly. 

Niffty and you were on dinner duty that evening, so the kitchen was, despite your best efforts to tidy up behind her, a raging mess of pots, chopped ingredients and various spots of sauces and suspect fluids. When Alastor came in to get himself a cup of coffee and saw the mess, he excessively scolded the poor girl for being unnecessarily messy. 

Two: Losing his patience with Niffty. 

After dinner, you and him would routinely join Husk at the bar, you for a digestif, him to get into 'entertaining' banter with the cat demon, who'd pour him a glass of whiskey or two while they'd bicker. Today, he stayed quiet, just played an experimental jazz song from his cane, and when Husk reached for the bottle of rye, Alastor shook his head. 

Three: Arhythmical tapping of his claws on the barcounter. 

You downed your drink and exclaimed loudly that you were tired. Like a routine, Husk grinned as he took you glass back, turned away to give Alastor the cue to shoot you that look, and the deer followed you silently, taking the invitingly open hand of yours when you were out of sight. 

You beelined straight to your room - not his, that was his domain, his kingdom where he could rule over you - the wrong place for tonight. 

You lead him through the door, letting go of his hand and locking it behind you. When you turned, he had already loosened his tie, throwing it on the ground with a frustrated huff, brows furrowed and gums showing from the tightness of his snarl. 

“Hard day.” You don't ask: you state; and he paced through your room, struggling. You knew the drill, you waited, patiently, neutral. You knew how hard it was for him to overcome his desire to control, to willingly give it up, but also, how much he needed it in these moments.

Finally, he came to rest his head on your shoulder, forehead pressed in the crook of your neck. 

“Please.”, he whispered, the voice filter completely gone. The go point. You smiled. 

“Sit.” 

You followed him to your bed, where he did as he was told. Sitting down on the edge, ears pressed against his head, gaze fixed on the carpet. 

You unbuttoned his coat, pushing it off his shoulders and away from him. Then the vest, then his shirt. The silence only disturbed by occasional fizzing of his static, a hint of his inner turmoil of letting you take the lead. 

You ignored it, throwing the discarded clothes on a chair nearby. You placed your hands on each of his shoulders, and leaned in. Hungrily, he took your lips, his tongue slid out, licking over them to demand entrance - you stopped, face neutral. 

“No.”, you said, not harsh, but firm. 

“No.”, he repeated, sighing. 

As you returned to his mouth, you let your hands wander, over his collarbone, smooth and grayish, fading into soft, red fur on his chest and onto his back - firm, tense, rigid. 

He didn't attempt another grab for power, although you knew his body wanted to. His claws dug into the mattress, as if to prevent them from grabbing your flesh. He was shaking. 

You knelt down before him, hands already on the buttons of his trousers. Your steady eyes stayed glued on his burning ones.  He took a sharp breath when you stroked his freed, already hard member, a slow, soft, explorative stroke. He closed his eyes. 

“No.”, you said again, and he opened them immediately, irises shifting to dials and back. “Eyes on me, my buck.”

The pet name made him shiver, a low groan escaped his throat. Your lips twitched with a smile - moments like these made you feel so immensely happy, to be the one the big bad Radio Demon was submitting to, letting him be weak before you.

With a hum, you took him in your mouth, sliding your lips down his shaft as far as you could. He answered with a moan, deliberate and desperate. His head fell back, you heard your sheets ripping from his tightening grip. Up and down, with your tongue swirling over his reddened tip at every stroke, you sucked him into frenzied panting.

His right hand lifted, reached for your hair, intended to grip it, to guide you on his cock, but you caught him on his wrist, popping him out of you with harsh coldness. 

“Ah ah ah.”, you tutted, tilting your head at him. He looked almost manic at this point. “Only good boys are allowed to cum. And you want to cum, my buck, don't you?”

Alastor growled, but it sounded more like a whine. 

“I can't hear you.”, you teased with a single stroke of your hand on his throbbing member. 

“Yes.”

“Good. Then behave.”

He did. His moans and growls became more heated, loud and frantic as he let himself unravel inside your mouth. You felt him tremble, his thighs you gripped shaking under your fingers. 

“Darling…”

You hummed, not relenting, keeping your pace. You knew what he wanted, what he needed, but he had to ask first. 

“Darling… may I… “, he was gritting his teeth, beads of sweat on his temples and his grin on the verge of breaking. It was enough. 

“Cum.” was all that you said, in the mere second your lips were breaking contact to his tip - it was all he needed. A heartbeat later, he came, violently, securely, in the safe and warm enclosure of your throat. You drank him up, swallowed two times so not to spill any of his precious seed, feeling him twitch inside and pant before you. 

He pulled you up to him, onto his chest, and you let him - handing him the power back like a baton.  He kissed you forcefully, his first instinct to reassure he was back in control, to return you to submission again - you smiled at that thought.  He embraced you, tenderly, pressing you into him like a soft pillow, and took a long, content breath. 

“Hard day.” he said, stroking your hair as you closed your eyes, relieved to hear his heart beat steady once more. 

[mockerycrow]

Smut prompt 55 w/ gn reader and Soap would be so… 😏 like- I’m imagining it’s on a mission and they have to hide from the enemy and get crammed in a little closet together or sm, and to make matters worse the door gets blocked from the outside so now they have a few hours to kill before someone can evac them

KILLIN’ TIME (Soap x GN!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

a/n; again, i’m so sorry this is late!! this is also quite short </3

prompt: "it's my thigh or nothing, im not helping you get off."

[WARNINGS; nsfw, dry humping, close proximity, readers genitals are not described, tension.]

You could not think of a worse situation than the one you find yourself in. You’re paired up with Soap for a stealth mission; go in undetected, grab the hard drives from the fourth floor and slip out with no casualties and no witnesses. Something that seemed so simple when Price laid the plan out to you two in the briefing room a few days beforehand. Seemed easy when he handed you both a copy of the blueprints of the structure. Seemed easy when Price had written down the guard’s patrol patterns—seemed so simple when he had an illustrated image of where the drives would be.

So, on the way out of the building with the said intel,  when you find yourself breathing hard and pressed up against Soap with barely any room inside of a supply closet in the middle of the hallway when a guard suddenly changes their patrol patterns… Easy my ass, you can’t help but think to yourself. Your legs are intertwined, your vests and gear making it difficult to budge an inch. Soap’s chest continues to rise and fall harshly, his breaths muted as he looks through the crack of the door, his fingers grasping the doorknob to keep the door in place. “Fuck.” You whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as his breaths fan across the skin of your neck. Soap’s hand is planted on the closet’s wall next to your head to keep himself in place, despite the minimal room that’s available.

Your heart is pounding beneath your rib cage as you squirm to get comfortable—Soap’s hand, the one that isn’t holding onto the doorknob, shoots out and grasps your hip with a hiss under his harsh breathing. “Stop movin’,” Soap growls under his breath. You can feel his fingers dig into your hip, despite the thick set of jeans you’re sporting—much like his own. “Sorry,” You murmur back to him apologetically, your face feeling hot from proximity. “Uncomfortable.” Soap goes to speak before his eyes widen, his hand leaving the doorknob and hoving over the service pistol holster on his chest.

Your breath slows to a stop, holding it in as you hear your heart pumping harshly.. And footsteps right outside of the door. Soap is seemingly holding his breath as well as you two share a glance, the footsteps approaching the door. Your fingers hover the holster attached to your belt, ready to use deadly force if needed be, despite the need for stealth. Both fortunately and unfortunately, the guard just shuts the door all the way, the light from the crack dissipating. You and Soap hear the door click. You shut your eyes for a moment in anger, realizing neither Soap or you caught the fact that the closet door locks from the outside. Fuck.

Your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the newfound dark surroundings whilst listening to the guard walk back down the hall, likely around the corner. You let out a huff, your hand falling from your holster—Soap’s following suit. His hand still remains on your hip, yet with a looser grip. “Did he—” Soap mutters and you nod immediately, knowing he was wondering if he heard it right, that the guard locked the closet before muttering a yes when you realize he can’t see you. “Fuck.” Soap grunted out lowly, his voice almost like a growl with frustration mixed in. “Once the guard is far enough away, I’ll radio Price.” Soap mumbles lowly in your ear, his breath brushing against your skin.

You offer another nod, despite Soap’s inability to see, but you’re sure he got the message anyway by the slight movement. Soap’s body heat invades the small personal space you got left. The sweating that’s beginning to creep up your neck makes you squirm, one of your hands grasping Soap’s shoulder to adjust the way you’re standing. It earns you another hiss and his other hand grabbing your other hip, his fingers digging into the thick denim. “Stop, m’not kiddin’.” Soap warns you, his voice quiet—low. Something about his tone makes you shudder; something prickles under your skin. You almost want to blame it on the humidity of the closet from both your breathing and body temperatures, but you know it’s from you moving.

You’re not stupid, you know you likely rocked your hips too close to his—against, his, is more likely the answer. Soap’s fingers squeeze your hips once more, your hand squeezing his shoulder in response. “Sorry.” You repeat yourself from earlier. You’re closing your eyes again, willing the odd bubbling arousal that’s rising to simmer down, to leave. You’re silently cursing yourself as your breath hitches, impulsive sexual thoughts infiltrating your brain. You’re certain wires have gotten crossed and lost in your brain from putting as many years as you have into this job, no doubt about it when you feel the urge to grind your hips forward at the thought of one of the guards walking by whilst you’re biting on Soap’s neck.

“Jesus, Mary, an’ Joseph—” Soap groans under his breath, your eyes snapping open and going wide when you feel his thigh slot between your legs, pressing upwards. You gasp quietly, light pleasure rocking through you for a moment. Your other hand grabs his shoulder, your legs twitching around his thigh a bit. “S.. Soap?” You question quietly, but he interrupts you. “It’s my thigh or nothin’, I’m no’ helpin’ ye get off.” Soap grumbles in your ear. You think he’s mad for a moment, for only just a split second until your mind registers the needy undertone in his words.

One of your hands on his shoulder cups the back of his neck, your fingers knocking against his throat mic as you roll your hips against his thick thigh, and fuck does it feel good. Pleasure tingles up your spine as your back arches to find a good rhythm. Your hand on his shoulder plants itself right beside his head against the wall, a quiet whimper leaving your throat as you roll your hips again, his muscular thigh applying just the right amount of pleasure. Soap lets out a shaky breath as your hand on the nape of his neck slides up to the base of his skull, your fingers grabbing at his hair. Alas, due to his mohawk, your fingers slip until your hand creeps up and grabs at his dark strands right when they begin.

You rock your hips forward again, and again and again and again—

Soap rolls his hips against yours, ripping another pleasured noise out of your throat, pulling at his hair as despite Soap claiming he wouldn’t help you, he’s rolling his clothed cock against you, chasing that similar pleasure that’s on the tip of your tongue, his hand covering your mouth as a shaky whimper leaves your lips that’s a bit too loud for his liking.

[0anonnymouslyours0]

elevator troubles - spencer reid

warnings; slight dumification, maybe some dom-sub tension, clothed grinding, slight fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex 😏

"you have got to be kidding me.." you grumbled, balling your fists and banging on the elevators walls.

"stop that- seriously!" reid yelped, grabbing your hands away from the wall.

"or what? its not like this could get any worse!" you grumbled.

"its your fault we're in here!" he half-yelled back.

"how is this my fault?" you said, crossing your arms defensively.

"you jammed all the buttons!"

"you got into the elevator in the first place, now i'm stuck in here with you."

"really y/n? petty excuse."

you scoff, turning away from him and heading to the opposite corner. you lean against the wall, while reid slumps down against it, sitting down.

"you should sit down." he says matter of factly.

"i'm fine." you reply curtly, opposed to doing anything he suggests.

"seriously-" he begins, as a particularly loud creak comes from the elevator.

suddenly, the elevator plummets down, and you find yourself falling across the small space right into spencer.

"shit!" you yelp out as you land on top of him. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, straddling him as the elevator comes to a halt.

you quickly back off him, apologising quietly and you scurry back to the corner. a light pink blush graces your cheeks, curtesy of being so close to spencer.

"are you alright?"

"yeah- sorry for falling on you."

he nods in response. leaning his back against the wall. your eyes find their way to his neck, gawking at his collarbones, your eyes trail down his shoulders to his hands, for the first time noticing how nice they were. large, veiny, with long long fingers-

you cut your thoughts off, grimacing at were that was about to head. clearly the abnormal heat of this elevator was making your delusional.

"have you tried hotch?" spencer asked, and you look up to find him staring at you. before you can help it, another blush spreads across your cheeks and you quickly avert your gaze.

"uh- yeah, no reception."

he nods, eyebrows knitted in thought.

you stay like that for a while eventually closing your eyes, until you hear the rustling of material. you peak one eye open, only to find spencer taking off his vest, part of his shirt underneath coming up with it, you take in the slightly toned stomach and they v shape in ends with. your eyes widen as you notice the smallest amount of a happy trail peaking from above his pants.

jesus christ, you really were going delusional.

"you good?" spencer asked, taking in your flushed cheeks.

“yeah, just uh hot." you decide, perfect excuse.

"take your top off then."

your mouth drops open at his response, and the casualness of his tone. his sounds as if he didn't just ask his workplace nemesis to take their clothes off. spencer shrugs at your shocked expression, offering no further explanation.

should you? i mean who were you kidding. it's not like spencer was going to care, he'd be more repulsed if anything. thinking back to the morning, you remembered you'd put on a baby pink bra today, lacey and cute. theres that at least.

your hands come up undo the buttons on your blouse, before discarding it. you look up at spencer, whos eyes have zeroed in on your chest, taking in your bare stomach and bra. he gulps, appearing nervous.

"what spence, never seen a girl in a bra before?" you asked, teasing him slightly.

"more then you'd expect." he replies curtly, and your eyes widen at his response.

his fingers come down to his on button-up undoing it quickly, and shaking it off. now it was your turn to stare, you'd always known he was in fairly good shape, but god he looked good shirtless.

"what y/n, never seen a guy shirtless before?" he asked cockily.

you couldn't even respond, to flustered by this turn of events to find something to say in return. spencer grins at your lack of response.

"take of your jeans." he says his tone dominant. he still leans casually against the wall.

your mind whirls with possibility, but you find yourself pulling at the zipper, obeying his order. you sit up a bit shrugging your jeans off.

"good girl." he whispers and you practically melt at his words.

"come over here." he says motioning to his outstretched legs.

your crawl across the floor towards him, only in your lingerie and heels, what a sight that must be. clearly spencer enjoys the view, as his eyes rake over your body as you climb into his lap, straddling him once again.

"look at these." he says, pulling at the strap of your panties. you whine at the heat of his touch, leaning into him.

"oh sweetheart," he whispers, hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

"want a kiss?" he asks, and you nod giddily.

his mouth meets yours, lips gliding across eachother. the faint taste of coffee can still be found, from the one he had a few hours ago. you wonder what you taste like. seemingly knowing your thoughts, spencer leans back, a quiet 'fuck' falling from his now plush lips.

"you taste like cherries, baby." he whispers, leaning back in to reconnect your lips.

his tongue finds yours and you moan against him, hands coming up from the ground to his shoulders. he leans back, resting his hand on your hip, and guiding it slowly against his hips. your mouth falls open softly in a silent 'o' at the friction. you can feel him against your panties, hard and you smile to yourself, knowing you did that.

"shit.." spencer mumbles, throwing his head back as you grind harder against him.

"spence- i need- need more."

he leans back up to grin at you, and the needy look on your face.

"so desperate, want me to touch you sweetheart?" he asks and you nod quickly.

the hand resting on your hips trails along the bone, until its at the top of your panties, right above the little pink bow. his hand slips under the band, his finger finding your clit with ease.

“god- ” you gasp out, as he begins to toy with your clit.

you grind onto his bulge, and he lets out a soft groan after a particular hard movement. his hand continues its movements on your clit as continue to grind against him. arching your back into him you moan, feeling your orgasm approaching.

“you close baby?” he asks and you nod dumbly, too fucked out to speak.

his spare hand finds its way to your hip, fastening your movements against him.

“spencer - “ you gasp out, hips stuttering as you approach your high.

he leans forward, pressing kisses along your neck.

“that’s it baby, c’mon. cum for me.”

you cum with a loud moan of his name, few swear words spilling out after.

“look at you, making a mess on my lap.”

you whine as he removes his hand from your clit and pulls you away from his bulge.

“want more spence, please-“

“want me to fuck you?” he asks, hands already working on his dress pants without an answer. he knows you’ll say yes.

“please, god yes.” you say, moving off his lap he can get his pants off.

you palm his boxer-clad dick, fully hard from your previous activities. a low groan leaves his mouth, and you grin at him happily.

you pull his boxers down greedily, licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock. the tip already leaks pre-cum, and you moan softly at the sight of him.

without warning, you lean down to wrap your lips around his tip, earning a loud groan from reid.

“fuck sweetheart- don’t need to-“ he stutters out, but your committed.

you take him down your throat, sucking your cheeks in and bobbing up at down. spencer runs a hand through his hair, chest heaving at the sight of your sucking him off.

you pull of him, before re- focusing your attention on his tip, sucking harshly.

“shit-“ he groans, tapping your shoulder to tell you to stop.

you look up at him frowning.

“don’t you wanna finish?”

“inside of you, wanna finish inside of you sweetheart.” he says breathily, pulling you back into his lap until your entrance is positioned right above his cock.

“can i?” he asks, eyes finding yours.

“yes.”

you sink down onto him, a low loan escaping both of you.

“please move-“ you say slowly grinding your hips against his.

he gets the memo, thrusting up into you gently at first, before developing a steady rhythm. a stream of moans leave both of your mouths as he fucks IO into you.

“not gonna last long- not after you sucking me off.” he says, groaning after.

“same-“ you stutter out. “already so close.”

“such a needy thing, only a few minutes on my cock and your already close.”

all you can do is whimper as you feel your high approaching. your movements become sloppy, as you rely on him to keep going.

you drag your hand down your stomach, beginning to messily toy with your clit.

“shit- that’s hot.” spencer moans out.

“so close-“ you whisper, eyes rolling back into your head.

your cunt squeezes around him, as you approach your orgasm.

“spencer- spencer- spencer!” you chant out as you finish, a loud moan leaving your lips.

“right behind you sweetheart.” spencer says, finishing with a thrust. he groans as he lets go, cum filling up your cunt. you slump against his body, panting loudly.

his hand traces along to your back, a notion filled with affection.

“you okay?” he asks softly, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your lips.

you nod, smiling into the kiss.

you break apart as a loud ding sounds through the elevator, signalling the someone was here to help. you scramble around the small space, pulling back on your clothes. as you button up the last one on your blouse, spencer comes over, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“talk after?” he asks and you nod, smiling at him sheepishly just as the door opens to reveal hotch and a workman. aaron raises an eyebrow, at your disbelief appearance, and spencer just shrugs in response, talking your hand and exiting the elevator.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Games w/ Sex Pollen ~Lady Lesso xFem Reader

Sex Pollen troupe with Lady Lesso 😏

Link to Part 2

Mommy…Master List

Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, fingering, smut, orgasm denial, power play, power struggle, more implied sex, etc.

Medium fic length

Enjoy (;

You were about to do something truly evil…

And Lesso was gonna love it.

You were the new herbology teacher at the school and had grown quite fond over the school’s dean of evil, Lady Leonora Lesso.

I mean if you call “fond” playing a game of who can catch the other off guard the most and fuck them the hardest…

And you had come up with the your best scheme yet…

Early this morning, you had spiked Lesso’s morning black coffee with some sex pollen that you’d grown.

You were awaiting the results anxiously all day, when after your last class, the redhead came barging into your classroom.

She was sweating and trembling the tiniest bit. The idea of Lesso unraveling in front of you made your mind spin…

“What have you done, pet?” Lesso said with a strain on her voice. She was trying so hard to control herself…

You tried to suppress your smirk with innocence, “Whatever do you mean, my Lady?”

She growled, her eyes filled with dark, lustful intent. “You know exactly what I mean, pet!” Lesso snarled. She barged towards your desk, slamming her hand on your desk to fully get your attention.

You gasped a bit.

“Tell. Me. What. You. Did.” She threateningly commanded through strained teeth.

You couldn’t contain your smirk and giggles anymore, and it made Lesso grimace even more.

She had unbuttoned her jacket, her hands were grasping at your desk with white knuckles, her hair had exploded with frizz, you could see beads of sweat dripping down her forehead…

God was she hot…

It made you soaking wet…

But the game was to get her unraveled, not you…

“I may have spiked your coffee this morning…” you said in a teasing, playful tone.

She chuckled darkly and breathlessly let out, “You naughty girl…”

You looked at her with a smirk and mischievous eyes and she meet yours with fiery, lustful eyes of her own.

“How long does this last?” Lesso grunted.

You could tell she was having a real hard time now…

She was squeezing her thighs together, and messing with her clothes as if they were burning her skin.

“With the dose I gave you? A day. Maybe two. It’s very potent…” you grinned, watching her squirm.

“You bitch.” Lesso huffed out under her breath.

“What was that?” you played along with glee.

“I…” Lesso bit back a moan and swallowed her pride, “I can’t last that long...” she groaned.

Your eyes glossed over in lust. This is exactly where you wanted her. Powerless and at your mercy… That was the game after all…

“Well… there is one cure…” you stopped there to await Lesso’s reaction, which hastily followed your words;

“God, what is it?? Tell me what it is, pet!” Lesso yelled through another groan.

Her heart was racing, her breath ragged, her pupils exploded in size. She was a fucking sight…

“You need to be fucked.” you bluntly stated, but a wide smirk was spread across your wicked face.

Leonora Lesso getting fucked sounded absolutely delicious…

She looked straight up at you.

God was her stare intimidating…

Her eyes fillled with desperation and need more and more. She couldn’t take it. She had to give in.

“Get it over with.” Lesso gritted out.

You giggled at her obviously conflicted self.

Lesso growled.

You stopped. Now was your time. Time to show her who was really in charge.

“Strip.” you said.

She looked at you like you were joking. But then Lesso realized you were being serious…

“Oh fuck no, pet” Lesso jeered.

“Then I won’t fuck you.” You said, coming closer to Lesso, but not actually touching her.

Lesso groaned. And grumbled. And then she began to strip. Her vest hit the floor, then her shirt, then her pants… bra too…

Damn, she was such a goddess…

Now in only her underwear, Lesso stood by you still a desperate puddle of heated sex.

The fact made you grin wickedly.

“Lay on the desk.” you instructed.

Surprisingly, Lesso said nothing this time.

You climbed onto the desk after her and grabbed her hands, pining them above her head with your left arm.

Lesso growled in response, but you shut her up by crashing your lips into hers. It was a desperate, sloppy kiss, which you quickly pulled away from, not wanting to lose the game.

Lesso grinned at you for how long she had kept you in that kiss. You retaliated by bringing a finger to her clit. Lesso’s hips bucked up in anticipation and need for friction.

“Oh FUcK!” She groaned, as you teased her clit and dipped into her folds.

They were soaked…

Just like yours…

You slid your fingers into her soaking cunt and began pumping them in and out of her.

Lesso moaned and mewled like you’d never seen before.

Her at your mercy was fucking stunning…

Lesso was getting close to the edge, her moans got louder, her breathing became more erratic, her hips bucked up to meet your fingers quicker.

And that’s when you pulled your fingers out of her.

“What the fuck?!” Lesso exclaimed, squirming against your hold on you.

You let her hands free and got off the desk. She looked at you like you were dead meat.

You snickered. You came up to her one last time before leaving the classroom and whispered, “you’ll find that only my touch is gonna sate this growing desire in you. No amount of self fucking or quickies with others will help you for the next few days. Good luck…”

You left with a purr and a wink, licking the wetness of Lesso’s heat off of your fingers.

Link to Part 2 😏

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hear me out on this one, WHAT IFFFFF mulan inspired reader🤔🤔🤔 they we're fighting any ROR god and that god fell inlove with her🤭 leaving the fight to a tie cause i said so😒

Like reader was a masked assassin, they have this mask/helmet that covers their head and wears those heavy bulletproof vest so they look really intimidating and mysterious plus they don't really talk much cause they're an assassin🧍‍♀️So when brunhilde recruited the reader to fight for humanity without knowing that they're a woman maybe because they just nod and did an 👌 sign.

Fast forward to when they're already fighting the reader having the weapon of switching to any guns they chose they suddenly got bonked to the side smashing their mask injuring them in the process (and possibly giving a concussion) the whole arena goes "OMG- THEYRE A WOMAN !??!!🤯🤯😱😱" (cause yk how they only have men competing) anyways- while they're all shocked the reader then used this opportunity to pin the god they're fighting and point a pistol to their head and looking at em straight in the eye 🫣 feel free to add more😏

So live laugh strong badass women than can kill you😍

-Red Obsidian was your nickname, your codename, a feared codename of one of history’s most powerful assassins.

-Nobody knew you true identity, as you were always masked, always hidden, those who had managed to see you were usually your targets, who never survived.

-You hide yourself well, your Red Obsidian persona was a completely different person, a man, as you wore baggy clothes, padded with tactical gear, and a large helmet to hide your face.

-Ask anyone who had seen you, those who had hired you, would say that Red Obsidian was a man, which helped keep authorities off your tail when you went out and about in normal girly clothes.

-Those who needed your service went to a secret location, one that only those who know where to find you, would tell people to go. They were to leave a photo of their target and your payment, either cash but you did take payments of gemstones, both cut and uncut.

-If your payment turned out to be fake or counterfeit, then you would go after the one ordering the hit, as nobody double crossed you and got away with it.

-When you finally died, dying in an earthquake of all things, you were called to Valhalla, as you were a feared warrior, one that Valhalla would need.

-You didn’t have to do hits anymore, but you would stalk various people, for exercise and for fun, both gods and humans.

-When Ragnarok was announced, Brunnhilde approached you, asking you to fight for humanity.

-You were silent, as you didn’t talk, but you gave her a thumbs up, agreeing to fight for humanity, as it was something to stave off your boredom.

-Your valkyrie partner was the only one to figure out that you were a woman, when she fused with your soul, to create your weapon, a Holy Gun, which could change into different guns at your will. You asked her to remain quiet about your true self, as you preferred to not be bothered by others who you know would give you shit if they found out their killer was a woman.

-Your opponent was strong, giving you a real challenge, a real fight. You were a bit out of your element, as you were an assassin, you usually handled things from a distance away with a well-aimed bullet, you couldn’t do that in the stadium like this.

-You had taken a few hard hits, felt even through your padding, the pain felt exhilarating, you felt so alive!

-A bad blow to the head sent you spinning head over heels, blurring your vision only momentarily before you quickly rolled to your feet, grabbing you gun again to aim another shot.

-You felt lighter, and you froze, seeing your hair fluttering in the wind and that’s when you saw the gawking face of your opponent and everyone around you, “YOU’RE A GIRL?!?!”

-You stood, sighing softly as you rubbed the back of your head, exasperated while you heard shouting from your previous targets, yelling at you because you were a girl.

-You flipped them off, not caring before you removed your padded gear, since your secret was out, not caring now, stripping down to a pair of tight yoga pants and a pink and black sports bra.

-You picked up your gun again and grinned, “Don’t go easy on me now!” before you charged, leaping up, even more agile than before, your opponent dodging your bullets by mere centimeters.

Hercules

-Was stunned to see that he had been fighting a woman this whole time, guilt quickly building in his belly before you charged at him.

-You were a warrior, not just a woman, and he steeled his nerves, swinging at you again.

-You landed on top of his club with dainty grace, shocking everyone as the two of you played a cat and mouse game for a while.

-You stunned everyone when you managed to leg sweep him off of his feet, sending him to his back and you were quick to stand over him, your gun pointed between his eyes.

-You were both panting hard, both covered in wounds as you stood in a stalemate.

-Hercules immediately boomed, “MARRY ME!!”

-Everyone gawked, including yourself, as you were stammering, face turning red like you were a maiden, leaping back.

-Hercules repeated himself, completely serious while many were cheering for the sudden proposal while others were telling him to kill you now that you had been taken off guard.

-You felt your head steaming, as you had never dealt with anything like this before, before you clutched your gun and whacked him on the head, sending him to the ground before you fell back, unable to take his passion anymore and you fainted.

-The battle ended in a draw, the first of Ragnarok, but the first thing you saw when you woke up was Hercules smiling down at you, worried about you, asking if you were okay.

-Your face was quickly red again, as you never had someone care about you before, before Hercules grabbed your hands in his own, proposing again.

Loki

-He instantly blocked a kick from you, still a bit stunned that you were a woman, annoyance quickly building that a woman had been kicking his ass for the whole of the match.

-He charged, holding his chained blades in his hands and was stunned when you caught his wrists, flipping him over in a monkey flip, landing so you were straddling his waist, your gun, now a handgun, pointed between his eyes.

-You felt his blades against your torso, locking you in a stalemate as either one of you could kill each other in an instant.

-Everything was still for a moment, everyone was looking at you both, seeing which one would strike first.

-Loki then smirked up at you, his tongue licking his lips, “Now this is a sight~ I just wish you sat just a bit lower~”

-Your bitch slap, sending him flying across the stadium, was heard even outside the stadium as you were bright red, shouting at him, calling him a pervert.

-Your cute reaction was amusing to see by everyone as the match ended in a draw and you ran to the backstage area, holding your cheeks like you were a pure maiden.

-He showed up to your room after you were both patched up a bit later and before you could slam the door in your face, he quickly slipped inside, hugging you as you tried to get him away, “Don’t be so cold~” he found your flushed face amusing and became a pest that never seemed to want to leave you alone, as he found himself intrigued with this strong battle maiden who reacted so cutely with affection.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

skz prompt game!! i’ve got a request ;) image 4 prompts 32,33,38 and image 2 prompt 4! i’m thinking a seungmin/jeongin/fem!reader style thing! i love to see some maknae line representation 😏 especially in ur writing style! love u and ur work, jess! <3 - 🦊

SKZ Prompt Game

Prompts: "If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god."

"I'm going to put on some clothes before you say anything else."

"Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

"Excuse me, I have to go make a scene."

Members: Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin

Relationship: Burlesque Performers!FemReader x JeongMin

Genre: Fluff

"Guess what?" You flounce into the dressing room with a triumphant look on your face and a Cosmo in your hand.

"No." Seungmin replies back instantly, voice flat, face uninterested, as he leans forward to finish applying his makeup in the mirror.

You ignore his sour attitude, smirking slightly, as you lean your hip up against his vanity and watch him perfect his winged liner.

"It's a full house out there. Packed."

Jeongin appears at your side, stealing your drink from your fingers, ignoring your glare, as he takes a delicate sip and grins widely, arching a brow.

"Of course it's a fucking full house. All the best are here tonight."

You lean over Seungmin to grab a tube of lipstick out of his carefully organized makeup case, jabbing him with your elbow on purpose as you do so.

He flicks his dark eyes to yours in the mirror and stares you down, still crowded into his space.

"If you don't get your tits out of my face right now-"

You grin down at him and shake said tasseled tits in his face. "Oh, you mean these?"

He sighs as you finally straighten up and move to your own vanity, carefully applying the red stolen lipstick.

Jeongin finishes off your drink and sets down the empty glass, moving around you to sit down on the small couch to tug on his black heels.

You glance over at him as you finish your lips, a pout on your face.

"How is it fair that your ass looks that great in those pants?"

Jeongin grins, wiggling his brows at you, the dark kohl around his eyes darkening his pupils.

"I know right? I'm going to get so many fucking tips tonight."

Seungmin shoves back from his vanity, standing, as he tugs at the ropes of pearls draped around his long neck, adjusting the hem of his open vest as he glances between the two of you with something akin to irritation on his pretty features.

"Are you two going to banter like this all night?"

You give him a sly smile, moving to throw your arm around his shoulders as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, ignoring his attempts to push you away.

"You know it, babe."

You kiss his throat, leaving a red lipstick stain there, and he rolls his eyes.

Music and announcements echo down the hall from the main stage, and Jeongin stands, straightening his black leather pants so they hug his ass perfectly, adjusting the gold chain around his throat in front of the mirror.

He turns to the two of you, grinning, and motions with his head down toward the stage and the starting show.

"Excuse me, ladies, but I have to go make a scene."

Seungmin rolls his eyes as Jeongin disappears from view.

"Fuck. That means we have to control said scene, huh."

It's not a question.

You smirk at him and give him another quick kiss, pulling him along with you down the hall by the straps of his suspenders.

"On the contrary, baby boy. If we don't control the scene-or Jeongin-they're bound to make us a hell of a lot of money tonight."

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"Introducing, the Songbird of Seoul himself-here to serenade us with his unmatched rendition of Love Poem-his unmatched vocals, raw talent, and stunning looks are sure to be a firecracker way to start off our show here tonight, ladies and gentlemen."

"And of course, not to be forgotten, our own lovely lady of the night, Mistress 9. Direct your eyes heavenward, beautiful audience, because she's about to descend like a dark angel from above and show you what those long legs and tiny waist can do for you-aerial style."

"Last, but certainly not least, we direct your eyes to the center of the stage, where the jewel of Seoul's performing scene stands ready to dazzle you with a routine he choreographed himself, the grand finale, give it up for the Maknae on Top!"

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The show goes off without a hitch.

As it always does.

You are the best of the best after all.

After the rowdy audience has finally vacated, and no one is left but the small amount of staff, you let your facade drop, heaving out a long breath as you instantly lean over to unbind your ankles from the heavy, velvet manacles tightened around them.

You move to your wrists next, carefully placing the velvet ties, lined with lace, into the waiting box someone had brought out for you beside the stage.

You rub at the slightly reddened skin, stretching slightly, leaning over to once more take off your stilettos, and feel eyes on you.

Glancing up, you catch the eye of a guy you've never seen before-clearly a bouncer-frozen beside the stage, his shocked gaze clearly locked on your exposed breasts.

Bent over like this, you're sure it's quite the view.

His eyes finally drift to your face, and you smirk, raising a brow at him as you ask in a teasing purr, "Like what you see?"

The guy instantly goes ruddy, blushing heatedly, and looks away, clearing his throat in embarrassment, moving back to his job of stacking chairs.

You note appreciatively the way his arms flex every time he lifts another onto the pile.

"For the love of God, (Y/N), please don't embarrass another one of my bouncers into quitting." Chan, the owner and announcer, bemoans, appearing at your side, giving you a stern look as he lowers himself to hop down off the raised stage.

You laugh, straightening back up, the tassels that barely cover your nipples tinkling with the motion, and grin at Chan, giving him an innocent, wide eyed look in response as he begins to gather up the other props strewn around the club.

"He's cute, Channie. Where'd you find him?" You ask conversationally, kicking your heels to the side and breathing out a sigh of relief as your sore feet finally get to breathe.

"None of your business." Chan replies back grumpily, and you bite back another smile, because you've known him long enough to know he's all bark and no bite.

The bouncer gives you a sidelong glance again, and you move to the edge of the stage, sitting down, cocking your head as you study him.

He's definitely hot.

Large and muscular, dark hair sweeping into his eyes, a strong jaw.

"Am I allowed to at least talk to the new bouncer?" You ask Chan without really looking at him, catching the way the big guy blushes once more under your obvious stare.

Chan sighs, and you take that as the go ahead.

You swing your legs against the edge of the stage, playing with the ripped fish net tights that stretch across your thighs, and when he moves to stack another chair onto the growing pile, you ask curiously, "You got a name, new bouncer? Or are we all just referring to you as bouncer from now on?"

He glances up at you, meeting your eyes quickly before looking away with a harsh clear of his throat and a tug at his black turtleneck.

"Changbin."

"Changbin." You try it out on your tongue, and like the way it tastes. You glance over to Seungmin, who is currently busy straightening crumpled dollar bills and ask without preamble. "Seungie, are we looking for a fourth?"

You hear Changbin choke on his spit.

Chan's exasperation is practically palpable.

"Not actively." Seungmin remarks dryly without looking up from his task. He slides a glance over to Changbin and you see his brow tick slightly in interest. "But minds can change."

Jeongin appears then over Seungmin's shoulder, pulling wads of tips out of the tip hat sent around to each table.

He gives Changbin a sharp toothed grin, eyes alight, and you're sure he's taking stock of the way his muscles flex with his movements, just like you had moments ago.

He watches Changbin heave the stack of chairs easily against the wall, and heated interest suddenly sparks in his gaze, his grin growing predatory.

He's watching the new bouncer like he's his next meal, and you can't say you blame him.

"Are you trying to turn me on, new guy, or are you really just that oblivious?"

Changbin chokes again, going beet red, stuttering out something unintelligible, and Chan shuts one of the lids of the prop trunks a little too hard to be accidental.

"Okay, seriously?" He groans, glaring between the three of you. "Can't you all just behave for one night?"

"Of course they can't." Minho scoffs, polishing glasses behind the bar, not even looking up from his task as he addresses Chan. "Everyone who works here is a heathen."

"You work here, hyung." Jeongin points out cheekily, sliding down to sit beside you on the stage with a large grin in the bartender's direction.

"I know. And I'm no better than the rest of you." Minho remarks, and as if to prove his point, slaps one of the waiter's asses on his way by the counter, carrying a full tray of glasses.

Jisung yelps and glares at Minho, the tray rattling in his hands. "Hyung." He whines. "I could've dropped these!"

"And you'd clean them up too." Chan begrudges, dragging a full prop trunk past the disgruntled waiter and the smirking bartender.

"God, you guys are disgusting." Hyunjin remarks, making a face at Minho and Jisung, as he pushes past with his own tray of used glassware. "I hate it here."

"He doesn't mean that." Felix adds quickly, as Hyunjin disappears into the swinging doors that lead to the small kitchen.

"Yes, I do!" Hyunjin's voice drifts back out and Felix sighs, rolling his eyes and following the other waiter into the back with the rest of the dirty dishes.

"Regardless-" Chan says, reappearing from the storage area, a serious, business like look on his features that you all recognize. "-We need to talk about a few new acts for the show. We need to keep our stuff fresh to attract more customers-"

Everyone in collective hearing range groans.

"God, hyung, you're literally no fun." Jisung complains, before he escapes to the back to help wash dishes with Hyunjin and Felix.

You don't blame him.

Everyone knows anything is better than listening to Chan give one of his 'dad' talks.

"No, but seriously-" Chan protests, as people resume what they were doing, Minho moving further away to wash down alcohol bottles, Seungmin pulling his mic to the side to begin to clean it.

"Oh my god." Jeongin groans, looking heavenward as if any god within hearing range will spare him from Chan's onslaught. "I'm going to die."

"Jeongin, you specifically-" Chan turns on the youngest member of your troupe, and you take the opportunity to quietly slip off the stage and tiptoe back toward the dressing rooms.

"Please, hyung, just kill me. It would hurt less and be way less boring."

"If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god-"

Your foot hits a creak on the floor, and you instantly freeze, grimacing.

"(Y/N)." Chan's voice echoes out behind you, and you wince, turning to him with an innocent look and a sugar sweet smile. "We need to talk about a new aerial routine-"

You hold up a hand. "I'm going to put on some clothes before you say anything else."

Behind the bar, Minho snorts.

You can feel Changbin watching you as you walk away.

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Changbin catches up to the three of you as you leave through the back door into the dark alleyway behind the club, your breath frosting in the early winter air.

"Hey, wait-"

"Fuck!" Jeongin jumps and swears, whirling around as you all turn to see the thick bouncer behind you. "Scared the shit out of me, man!"

Changbin's face grows apologetic. "Sorry, but I just-"

Seungmin tugs his coat up further around his throat and shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, and when he speaks, his voice comes out as a sort of high, nervous squeak, "We were just joking about the fourth thing."

You smirk at the bouncer over his shoulder. "I wasn't."

"What? No-" Changbin's face grows red, and then he shakes his head quickly, stepping forward and holding out his hand without really looking at any of you. "Chan just sent me after you to return this, said one of you left it behind."

There's a phone held in his large palm, and instantly, you feel Seungmin breathe a sigh of relief as he sags against you.

Jeongin pushes past the two of you, taking the phone from the bouncer's hand with a slight smirk as their fingers brush purposefully.

"Thanks, big boy. I would forget my head if it weren't attached to me."

Changbin's blush grows even deeper at Jeongin's casual use of the nickname.

You grin and tilt your head, studying him. "Wanna get drinks with us?"

Changbin's head jerks up, and his eyes grow slightly wide, before he's hurriedly shaking his head.

"I shouldn't, I should probably stay and fill out paperwork-"

He glances back toward the door that leads to the club, but his body language tells you he wants nothing more than to accept your invitation.

"God, you're already beginning to sound like Chan-hyung." Jeongin gripes, stepping around you to take hold of the bouncer's burly upper arm, and you don't miss the way he gets in a few appreciative squeezes as he pulls the man back toward you. "C'mon, big boy, live a little. He won't kill you if you do your paperwork tomorrow."

"He might." Seungmin deadpans, but there's a hint of a smile on his lips as he watches the unsure bouncer held in Jeongin's grip.

"We wouldn't let him." You assure with a slight smile and an arch of your brow, and Changbin's chest rises and falls with a sigh.

"Okay, if you're sure-"

Jeongin's face lights up with a grin, and he pulls Changbin with you down the alley.

"Of course we're sure!"

"He's definitely going to kill us for this, you know." Seungmin says under his breath, as the two of you trail behind the chattering Jeongin and the long suffering Changbin.

You shrug and give him a sidelong smirk, looping your arm with his as you walk.

"He can't. Not if he really cares about the club and making money. We're his best after all."

Seungmin hums in some sort of affirmation beneath his breath. "Yeah, I guess."

You tug him closer to you and snuggle against his side, the soft fur of his long coat brushing your cheek.

Your gaze drifts to the large bouncer walking in front of you, and your lips curve up into a smirk.

"From what I gathered, the new guy really likes tassels."

Seungmin huffs a little chuckle out his nose. "Yeah?"

You grin and look up at him. "Yeah. Can't wait to show him our impressive collection."

Seungmin's lips quirk into the hint of a dry smile and he rolls his eyes as you laugh and rib his side.

"Luckily for him, he's chosen the right profession then, hasn't he?

[tanya-shiza]

Xuánhuā Quán // LMK OC

Yay! 🥳 Finally my young beauty's art is done! I waited for her for a long time and didn't touch my homework at all at weekends, only drawing her, because she was waiting too long for to be done.

I'm really proud of this art, because I am rarely adding shadow and even more rarely adding highlights(?), but I wanted to her look as pretty as possible!!! ☺️☺️☺️

Info:

Quan is a modest 20-year-old girl. Sadly such sweet girl was too nervous and didn't pass the most important exam in her life with the required scores. Because of this, she spent a year recovering, and then another year looking for any collage or university that would take her.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), she remembered how a guy named Xing that came to her school and advertised a university that belonged to Kutora. Back then she passed the competition, but because of the exam, she did not go to study. Quan found this university and, of course, she was accepted to study. Happy and relieved, Quan did not notice that by signing the documents she sold her soul. She found out about this much later, when Xing directly told her about it. To his surprise, she reacted completely calmly, as if it meant nothing.

Quan, despite the fact that Xing deceived her and millions other students about great studing conditions, she is always circling around him, admires and imitating him. She bought a formal blouse in the same color as his vest adn wears it everyday at university.

Quan studies quite well, despite the fact that she has been wasting time in vain for 2 years. But that's what her mother says. In fact, Quan was promoting her streamer channel.

Quan's mom is the heiress of the family business. Quan inherited such a long surname from her mother. Unfortunately, in the modern world, the flower shop suffers a lot from competition and other businesses. At the age of 6, Quan's parents divorced. According to the court, little Quan stayed with her mother, although she maintained a warmer relationship with her father.

Nowadays Quan's mother still devotes all her time only to business desperately trying to save it. She is quite She is indifferent to her daughter and does nothing but nag about study, job and social-medias. Quan's father works as a hairdresser. He is the one, who braided Quan her favorites dreadlocks. He always supports and helps his daughter. He was the one who inspired Quan to study and never give up.

Fast Facts:

Quan will be acquainted with Mei and Red Son. I mention this because my characters rarely interact with canon characters. (Time period after Season 4). Red Son will even craft her a unique suction gun 😋

Quan is a big fan of Mr. Bluewood. She follows all of his social media and watches most of the shows where he is presenter. However, this is precisely what pushes Xing away from her, because Xing has a bad relationship with his father. In the past, he also had a girlfriend, who, as it turned out later, only dated him for her father's money.

Quan likes to tie knots and knit. She tied her two belts herself.

Despite her modesty and naivety, Quan is very brave and confident. (Red son wouldn't craft her a gun if she wouldn't know how to use it 😏)

[yelenasdiary]

What are some things that would make Yelena go from controlled to feral while she and Y/N were having sex? What would the aftercare be like?

-🐧

Here’s a little list of things I think Yelena would go feral for. Some are during sex & some aren’t.

Reader wearing nothing by panties and one of Yelena’s vests.

Reader surprising Yelena by learning Russian and calling her ‘daddy’ or ‘mommy’ (whatever she rathers) in Russian.

Reader teasing Yelena by wearing a very tight or revealing outfit while on an undercover mission or to a party.

The first time Reader guides Yelena hand to their neck, begging her to choke them.

Reader sending very, very detailed text messages to Yelena when they know she’s busy about what they’re currently doing 😏.

Reader begging, literally for anything.

As for aftercare, it’s always important! There is always time after the last high were the two of you are just cuddling and enjoying that skin to skin contact.

Yelena (or reader, doesn’t matter who) will run a bath or shower & the two of you just help one another wash. Take out might be ordered for delivery or Yelena will whip up some mac n cheese for the two of you.

I strong feel like Yelena is one to massage your thighs afterwards too, just to make sure you won’t wake up to any pain or discomfort.

[maidyblues21-blog]

A sexy thought came to me in a dream.

Severus, kneeling on a soft cushion, in your living room, ballgaged and with a Christmas-themed cockring, sweating and pleading eyes looking at you, while you test the intensity, knowing he must keep quiet or the Heads of the other houses might hear him.

He gets off of your praise, his leeaking cock red,almost purple of you teasing him for an hour. But he adores the game, loves losing control of his face just for you. He wkmpers in pleasure and pain, as the vibrations works him over, but he can't release until you say so or he gives the safeword.

Tonight,its all about having the vest Christmas Eve, before he becomes the Headmaster.

(Note: This is my first POV on my cellphine,so sorry if there's mistakes . Still, enjoy🥵😏) and comment if you want another .

[madame-bavarian-cream]

AOT characters + random childhood(ish) experiences i’ve had with people

because im a hater??? 🤭🤭🤭

feat. Levi, Eren, Armin, Jean, Erwin, Connie, Sasha

Hange:

Freshmen year of high school. Im walking down the stairs after school in the student rush and as I’m turning on the stairwell, a guy’s hand on the other side of the rail brushes up against my knuckles. I turn around dead serious and say: “we’re basically in love 😕❤️😐🫤” (never saw him again) a modern romance. 💔

Levi: 

when I was a wee little child at a Marshall’s. I’m lugging around the big ass cart and something drops from a shelf I push by (nothing breaks tho) and I don’t notice. A random ass white lady turns to me in a nasally voice: “aren’t you going to pick that up?” i was a shy kid and wanted to kill myself on the spot if she didn’t do it herself. I felt like a monster, a plague in the universe, ashamed :/  😢

Connie + Sasha:

In kindergarten lunchtime. We’re served the rectangular pizza slices (the ones that come in a box iykyk😋😋). this is still uniformcore era and I got a white shirt on. BOOM all the gaps in my baby teethed mouth pushes pizza sauce onto my shirt. Me and my best friend try to fix the stain by pouring milk on it. 🤪🤪(milk is white and so is my shirt, whats the problem??) it didnt work. 🤩🤩🤩

Eren: 

I was in third grade and this boy I was friends with got annoyed with me and slapped me :/ he also used to get nosebleeds every other day. ☹️

Jean: 

second grade and I overheard a boy teasing another boy about liking me (not confirmed!) i freak the fuck out and get extremely depressed and can’t eat dinner for over a week bc im stressed he’s gonna say something to me and im going to be a sinner and my parents are gonna find out and im going to have to deal with confrontation and im going to feel icky and do something illegal and and and. 😖😣😣😩😩😫😫😫😟😟My sister rolls her eyes and says “he’s not going to marry you”. 🤨🤨she was so right for that.

Armin: 

my best friend in middle school who unironically wore sweater vests like the nerds we were. i miss him a lot. he was also allergic to everything. 😗😗 the whole class wasn’t allowed to drink milk during lunch best debate partner and best winning history fair partner. :(💔💔💔

Erwin:

It’s the seventh grade and we’re holding a mock trial where i’m in defense of king george iii (?) idek this is the american revolution or wtv🤮🤮🤮But ANYWAYS im the lawyer so im in charge of giving the opening and closing statement. Im sat there listening to the opposing sides witnesses and statements in the corner, typing furiously on my laptop. 😝Come my turn (and im the last to go with my closing statement btw) i start dragging every single witness’ ass about their shit, calling them out on their bullshit and proving every single thing wrong. 💥👊💥👊 It litterally was never that serious???😐😐😐 But anyways im blowing the whole case open in the last couple minutes and we end up winning the case. 😏😏😏And then everyone clapped. No but they really were. I felt famous ✌️✌️✌️✌️

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

My GTA V Online Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video [Jan 13th, 2023]

Hello, and welcome to my installment of Random Snapshot/Screenshot/Video in GTA V Online. Yup, I add ANOTHER part of my random media. Hehe!😁

• And in my first random post of 2023, I found something that I need.... *rubbing my hands* Hehehe... 👏😏

But before that, if you haven't watched by previous random post, then please [CLICK ME!].

My Recorded video (via XBOX Game Bar) ⏺️🎮🖥️: [Pls watch.] ↑

• Well, the snowy day is out, and everything is back to normal. Anyways, I'm now at the Palmer-Taylor Power Station to show you something interesting. You could see the icon of the "gun van", and this person sells existing weapons that you've already seen before, including armor vests & throwables. 🔫🦺🚛🧑 Except one, however, and that's the portable devastating "Railgun" ⚡🔫! That's right, we're now finally getting our hands on the futuristic "Railgun" in our online world (I meant, GTA V Online) after a LONG years of waiting & rumors spread. In fact, this energy blaster appeared a long, long, LONG time ago before the debut of the online version (specifically in 2013). Originally, this can be found in adversary modes, mission sessions, and also free roam missions, but we can't keep it in the free mode until 2023. So yeah, we've been waiting for nine "freaking" years 🗓️ (not ten) to purchase our own railgun from a guy who sells weapons at the back of the van.

• And, how much the Railgun cost? GTA$ 657,000! (others say GTA$ 730,000) It's freakingly expensive 😮💵, but, I'm happy to oblige. The railgun's ammo cost GTA$ 900 each, and it's capable of 20 shots. Mmmm... It's not bad. I also buy the "Combat Shotgun" 🔫 w/ suppressor & a flashlight, and also a "Knife" 🗡️because everyone wants a go silent throat kill with a knife, right? Anyway, once I owned a Railgun, it is now permanent in my weapon wheel. And if I need a reload my railgun then I could go to my "Interaction Menu" (by pressing "M" on the keyboard or holding the "Select" button on the controller) & select "Ammo".

Overall:

• Is it worth the wait for the Railgun in our weapon wheel? Absolutely! 😃 Again, we've been waiting for so long & our wishlist was granted by the developers. This could be an alternative solution just in case our Mk II weapons w/ explosive Ammos are rung out. And yes, this could be worst for griefers, tryhards, hackers, cheaters & other toxic players when using a Railgun. (they have "No Responsibility" 😡) *Sigh* I would prefer to stay away from players wielding a Railgun by switching "Passive". I would rather go "Solo" & enjoy wielding my own, thank you very much.😒

Important Note: If you want a buy the Railgun, then this video might help for you → [CLICK ME! #1]. And if you want to go deeper info (about the Railgun), then please [CLICK ME! #2], [CLICK ME! #3], [CLICK ME! #4].

Well, that’s all for now. And If you want to see my previous car prize, and more, then please → [CLICK ME!]. 😉

(Where do all the links go you may ask? I made a post about all GTA V Online-related links. This will prevent error save drafts, in my future post. Plus, I’m always updating my link post.)

Tagged: @bryan360, @leapant, @carmenramcat

(😡 Unwanted tresspassers are prohibited to see this!😡)

[darlingpassion]

Some Fae Rena and Fae Kingston Imagines for you to feel better, hopefully ^^

Rena: Imagine Fae Queen Rena coming to you during this time, for another visit- another attempt to convince you to come with her to her kingdom and stay. This time she tells you all about foods and drinks she can shower you with. Delectable sweet treats that listen to you- that do not give you weight if you do not wish it. Sparkling drinks that make you feel light and happy- but never give you a hangover. ... 😏 and Tonics, that send away your ladies troubles.

She knows she's convincing you. You see the smirk across her delicately painted lips, and feel your hibitions against her fall dangerously low.

She would take such good care of you, sweetheart~

Kingston: You were aware that the King went on his trips- joyrides into the human world, partly to escape his wife and partly out of a genuine fascination with the flightless mortal creaturs, and also a complete disenchantment with his own kingdom.

But you never expected to have him fly in through your window one evening, some odd clothing on (A red flannel, green vest, jeans and a fishing box at his side- human clothing), overexcited as he always is before a trip, and ask you to come with him.

He knew you were struggling recently, feeling bad mentally and physically as well, and thought in his opinion- there was nothin better then the human worlds relaxed, simple charms. Calmer, more understatedly beautiful- not so l o u d, or c r o w d e d.

Maybe that's just what you need, baby girl! C'mon- I promise, if you fucken hate it- I'll bring you right back.

When he infers his palm out to you, do you take it?

I am so sorry, I could have sworn I answered this! 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

But I'm kinda glad I didn't, because this was really lovely to see again after the few days I've had (a lot of stuff I don't want to get into, and also getting sick 😖). Thank you so so so much for sending these in again! ^^

As much as I'd love to bring these perfections to life with writing, A), I don't think I'll be able to write these scenarios the justice they deserve. And B) I can't think of much to begin with 😅😅😅 it might be the sick brain talking, though. I will say; I'm totally going with Kingston. Rena... I want to, but I know the rules of the fea, so... I'm fighting a great battle with my heart and logic 😅😅😅

Um... Self-indulgent stuff under the cut 😅

However, I did find this fun video, and it got me imagining Kingston and I deciding to take on the ice cream cake challenge together XD ^^ I'm just geeking out about how baking is another form of chemistry, how cool that it doesn't sound like it should work, but it does when you break down the ingredients, coming up with a dumb scientific method of testing all this ("So the control group, I think, can be the ice cream freshly out of the freezer. Another group should be melted ice cream to see if that'll make any difference. And a third group should be us adding eggs to the mix since, depending on the kind of cake we want, that is a vital ingredient that ice cream doesn't have. And-"), and Kingstons just standing there, somehow being able to listen to me being a dork and ready to taste test the cakes XD (I'd love it if I could bake with Rena and/or Ryan too ^^)

Anyways- I apologize for the cringe 😅😅😅 thank you for sending these in! I love them very much ^^

[erin-bo-berin]

Fluffy steve asker here- could you potentially do some like fluffy smut if that makes sense like hard day at work ect and comes home to just snuggles and then just soft kinda smut

Ooh I like this idea! But, hopefully you don’t mind, it will be Steve who gets a little lovin’. That boy NEEDS some loving aka a lot—where do I sign up again?

Anywho, we love some fluffy smut over here 😏

I had to use this gif, I just had to. 😇

Job Well Done

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut (it gets a bit filthy I’m sorry)

The forest green employee vest was tossed on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Steve liked his job just fine. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t amazing either. But it was incredibly busy and long days like today when he came home from work dead on his feet, that he really despised.

He was lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend, though. You’d either have dinner homemade for him—with what little cooking skills you possessed, though you were getting better all the time—or take out from his favorite places. He’d cuddle you close while you both watched tv or while you read and he worked on his latest puzzle.

Ironically, puzzles had become something he developed a love for after starting work at Family Video. He found it relaxed him and really helped any work stress melt away. He knew it wasn’t fair to you to bring home work problems, anyways.

“Rough day?”

He instantly felt his muscles relax when he finally noticed you on the couch. He’d been so out of it, he’d nearly thrown his vest on top of you, much to your amusement.

“Hey baby,” he smiled, tiredly, arms already aching to hold you.

“You look exhausted,” you pouted, wrapping your arms around him when he sat next to you.

He pulled you close to him, glad to be at the end of the day so he could spend time with you. You rested your head against his chest as you listened to him talk about his day.

“I knew it would be a disaster of a day when what was supposed to be our inventory of new movies actually turned out to be 25 pounds of carrots.”

You stifled a giggle.

“Carrots?”

“Apparently our resident Hawkins delivery man is clearly over worked,” Steve replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I’m assuming the grocery store received our tapes. Keith’s getting that all worked out.”

“Well least you weren’t in danger of going hungry,” you teased.

He peered down at you with an unamused look.

“Ha ha.”

“Hey, I thought it was funny,” you smirked up at him.

“Then we were short handed today which of course had to be the busiest day as of lately. Since when do so many kids come to rent a movie on a Wednesday?”

“It’s summer vacation, Steve.”

“True,” he mumbled, “So it was just me and Robin because the two high school workers were either sick or out of town on vacation. That last one didn’t go down well with Keith since the kid didn’t even ask for time off.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Then some dickhead teens came in and ransacked an aisle that Robin had just tidied. She was pissed and chased them into the parking lot threatening to throw the tapes at them.”

You burst out laughing.

“I can see her doing that.”

“So being the gentleman I am, I offered to clean up the mess.”

“Obviously,” you teased, finger tracing random patterns on his chest, over his shirt, “You’re such a gentleman.”

“I didn’t mind though. Robin shouldn’t have had to redo it in the first place.”

You smiled, placing a kiss on his chest.

“Which is why you’re my sweetheart.”

He hummed, contentedly.

“I ended up missing lunch hour and didn’t get to eat until three—and if you dare make another comment about the carrots I’m standing up right now and letting you fall to the floor,” he warned.

You bit back another wave of laughter.

“Message received.”

“After that, it was alright, but by that point I just wanted to come home and cuddle with you,” he sighed.

You frowned, looking up at him.

“You’re still so tense. I think I know just what you need.”

You grinned, climbing into his lap and his slow smile made your heart thud.

“Oh? What do I need?” he asked, hands coming up to your hips.

“A little relaxation.”

You leaned forward, lips meeting with his softly. You held his face in your hands, his few days worth of stubble scratching your palms.

When you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, he took the initiative, tongue gliding along your bottom lip before playfully grazing yours. After a single teasing lick into your mouth, he retreated, just his lips moving against yours.

It was only when your hand slid into his hair, gripping it roughly as you moved his head into the position that you wanted it, that he groaned into your mouth. You took the opportunity, your tongue filling engaging with his in an intricate dance as the kiss quickly became more heated.

You broke away, lips exploring the territory of his jaw, nipping along it before reaching his neck. You left hot, open mouth kisses down his neck, stopping to suck a bruise right where his neck met his shoulder—a spot that drove him absolutely crazy.

“Babe,” he groaned, arms tightening around your waist.

“Hmm?” you played innocent, pulling back so you could look at him, hands gliding up his chest.

You could already feel his cock straining in his pants and inwardly, you were glad because it would come in handy for what you had planned for him.

His hands traveled up your sides, high enough that they rested along the sides of your boobs, thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. They puckered instantly at his attention and you shivered at the feeling.

“I love you, you know that?” he smiled, gazing up at you.

“I know,” you smiled, “I’m glad.”

“Why’s that?” his gleaming eyes sparkled, giving it away that he knew why, he just liked hearing it.

“Because I love you too.”

You could resist kissing him again and you leaned forward, doing just that. You felt Steve’s hands on your bare thighs, inching closer inwards and you stopped him, placing your hands over his gently.

He broke the kiss, looking confused and maybe even a bit hurt.

“I want you to do something for me,” you whispered.

“Okay…what?”

“Just lay back and relax, ‘kay?”

You kissed him briefly again, moving off of his lap in the process, your hand pressing against the bulge in his pants. It was only when you fell to your knees in front of him, fingers unbuttoning his jeans that he understood.

“Baby, it’s okay. You don’t have to-”

You cut him off, shaking your head.

“You do so much for me. You had a long day, let me take care of you.”

He groaned at the devious smile on your lips as you looked up at him. It was the sexiest sight ever and he wasn’t going to bother arguing with you. He wouldn’t win anyway.

You pulled down his zipper slowly, teasingly, making him anticipate it even more. He aided you in pushing his pants down his hips, pushing his boxers down with them.

Your eyes were trained on your target as it popped out of his boxers, hard and ready for you. You couldn’t help the pool of warmth that filled your stomach, like a churning lava of desire. No matter how many times you saw his cock, you had a Pavlovian response of instant lust, an instant ache for him to be buried in you. But today, you had other things in mind.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft and he exhaled heavily, his chest already rising and falling with labored breaths as he anticipated your next move. You trailed your nails lightly down his length, teasing him with the ever so slight contact. You smirked when he cursed.

“I thought you were supposed to be taking care of me, not teasing me,” he whined, clearly impatient.

You ignored him, leaning down to kiss the tip of his head, already leaking with pre-cum. Your gaze shot up to his as your tongue licked a slow, full circle around the head before you closed your lips around him, giving a short suck.

“Fuck,” he breathed, becoming even more aroused at the sight of you with your lips wrapped around his cock.

Your hand gripped his shaft firmly, giving his velvety length a few strokes before you pulled it away, licking a stripe up to the base. For your return trip, your tongue swirled, licking back down on the underside of him.

You finally gave in to his whimpers and pleads, Steve clearly going crazy above you and you took him in your mouth, cheeks hollowing out as you sucked him.

“Baby, oh god, yes,” he moaned, hand threading into your hair.

With a glance up at him, you saw his head thrown back against the couch cushion, eyes closed in bliss, lips parted just slightly, his chest rumbling with his moans.

You pushed down further, taking more of him into your mouth, steadily licking and sucking, your little movements of your tongue making his hips buck upwards.

“God, Y/N, you’re so good,” he mumbled, clearly lost to the pleasure, numerous compliments falling from his lips.

You finally took the rest of him in your mouth and Steve thought he’d got crazy. Your mouth was so warm and your lips around his cock felt so good. He lifted his head, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he watched your head bob and mouth move over him, your eyelashes almost flush with your skin as you concentrated on pleasing him.

His fingers tightened in your hair and he had to will himself not to fuck the ever living shit out of your mouth when he hit the back of your throat, feeling you swallow around him. It wasn’t often you actually deep throated him as you were still wary of your experiences with it, so he knew you really meant what you’d said about taking care of him by treating him to this. Of course, if it was solely up to him to judge, you were amazing at the skill.

“Oh my god. Fuck,” he groaned, as your hand replaced where your mouth had been.

You retreated, half of him still in your mouth as you slid your mouth over him again and again, your hand pumping the rest of his length. The harder he gripped your hair in his hand, the harder it was for you to keep from moaning yourself.

When his grip tightened again, you moaned against him and the reverberations sent him even closer to the downward spiral of his orgasm.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum,” he croaked, trying to give you fair enough warning, though he was sure you could tell by now.

You knew the louder he got, the more desperate his moans got that he was dangerously close to his end. He tapped your shoulder with his other hand, trying to warn you he was close, in case you weren’t fully comfortable with him finishing in your mouth.

But you stayed rooted to the spot, fully committed to sucking him dry. You retreated a bit, back to sucking on his head, tongue licking just underneath it, causing him to tense. He was moments away and you slid your mouth a little further down, one half of him being sucked by your mouth and the other being squeezed in your grasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, all sensible thought gone from his head other than your mouth on his dick, “Oh, Y/N.”

His hips bucked once again off the couch as he came, his moans of your name echoing off the living room walls. You took all he had as his orgasm hit and you swallowed the salty liquid like a champ—something you’d only do for Steve.

You sat back on your heels, discreetly wiping your mouth with the bottom of your palm and looked up at him, seeing a satisfied and blissed out grin on his face. He reached out, thumb brushing your cheek lovingly.

“How’d I get so lucky?”

Ironically, it was such a statement like that, that made tour cheek heat and not any of your previous actions. He chuckled at your sudden shyness and reached out for you as you joined him back on the couch. While you got settled, he pulled his boxers back up, forgoing his jeans, kicking them all the way off. When he was done, he pulled you into his arms.

“Does this mean whenever I have a bad day now, I get a blow job?” he asked with an amused grin.

“No,” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, glad that the previous tension had left his body.

“You’ll get blow jobs simply because I want to spoil you.”