#its fancier that way

[ghostdnfie]

now that's out of the way. what's a funny, subtle yet effective way to repel my dranti audience on my alt

[midnightconfessions]

Why do I not know my own feelings at all 😭😭😭

[blue-eyed-giant]

new goal in business major studies: find a cruelty free way of scamming rich people

[sonicfastboi]

I love when generations mentions classic sonic being quiet like yeah feed into my mute sonic delusions babeyyyyy

[aria0fgold]

Doodled the pretty lady from my dream...

And her fancy earrings, with some added details that wasn't included in my dream.

[rememberthelaughtermp3]

stop okay but why does the guy i like give very similar vibes to geoff

[dzozef]

one thing that i love about myself is that my personal aesthetic, fashion sense, hobbies and personality all go together perfectly well and kinda make sense.... and then theres just this insane obsession with joseph joestar added on to it randomly that just gives my whole life a different vibe

[jomnki]

only writing my oc in 2nd person perspective because thyme doesn't use any pronouns but "you, me, and various terms for lagomorphs"

[taskforce420]

the other woman. simon 'ghost' riley.

unbeknownst to most, simon riley can be a stubborn and blind man. which is why he can- irritate you sometimes.

you and simon had been together for just over a year, everything was going well- a couple hiccups here and there, but nothing serious- that was until a new nurse had arrived at the base. naomi, her name was, she was a sweet girl, a freckled red head, with a confident attitude. sure, she was a good nurse, always lending a hand whenever someone needed it, but she was a barrack bunny. always willing to get a quick shag in with a soldier whenever possible. you never cared about her actions, that was until you noticed simon had been leaving your room every couple of nights to go out with her.

sure, he never lied, he never hid it, but he didn't realise how badly it effected you, he didn't realise he was falling right into her trap.

"'aye sweetheart, going out with naomi t'night. that ok?" simon spoke, walking towards you, pulling a shirt over his head. he smiled beneath his balaclava as he saw you sat on the bed, concentrating deeply on the book that rested in your lap.

you sighed to yourself, you tried to figure out how to bring up the topic of him and the nurse without making it awkward and coming across as if you were angry at him.

closing the book, you leaned forward towards him. "si, do you have to go tonight?" he stopped in his tracks as he looked over at you, studying your face. he was confused.

what's wrong with going out with naomi? its just a bar..shes just a friend.

"well..i don't have to, but id like to..what's wrong with her?" you couldn't believe he didn't know naomi's intentions. for an observant man, he had absolutely no idea, maybe its because he only has eyes for you; he doesn't pay attention to other women. only seeing them as friends.

you played with the corners of the book you were reading. "baby, i don't...appreciate you goin' out with her. you know what she's like, simon." he stopped what he's doing, looking at you for a moment. completely dumbfounded.

"aye?" is all he said. he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking into those eyes he fell so in love with. "i don't understand" no shit

you put your book down and sat up completely, able to talk to him properly. "for a man who has- how many years in the army- you can't see that a woman is trying to get into your pants? naomi is known for sleeping around, soap told me everything, and she's trying to do the same with you"

he stayed silent for a lot longer than what you expected.

"oh."

he spoke, before taking his phone out of his pocket and what looked like- searching for naomi's contact. you watched with furrowed brows, that's all he can say? oh?

new nurse -> edit profile -> block -> delete number

your mouth fell slightly agape as he completely removed naomi from his phone within in an instant, he chucked his phone back on the side and turned to you. he felt horrible, how dare he make his woman feel like that. he loved you so dearly, there was no need for another woman to enter his life. he had you and laswell, and as far as he was concerned that's all he needed.

"so, what do you want for dinner?" he said, removing his slightly fancier clothes and balaclava, which he is more then happy to remove in front of you. the smile that crept its way onto your lips was unbelievable, you let out a small giggle and replied softly with a,

"you.."

[arolesbianism]

Y'know I should rly do a comb through of the wiki and correct any mistakes in the logs cause even if I'm too lazy to add all the ones not there it would make double checking the ones that are on there much easier

[misswynters]

𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎

jinx x fem!bombshell!reader

synopsis: You are a model for (victorias secret equivalent but in arcane universe) and jinx becomes infatuated with you. Known for you bombshell persona and explosive personality, you are the most well known model in all of piltover and zaun. Possibility even watching noxus and the other regions.

warnings: 18+, smut, kissing, smut, wlw , the use of a toy, jinx calls you sugar,

a/n: my first jinx fic <3, also on ao3 (not yet, under doorkiluv)

note | pls give me feedback (and don't only just like but also reblog and comment) this was supposed to be short but it went overboard

𓏲 ˖. ♡ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 for Piltover. Too clean, too polished, too boring. The people were all fake smiles and ridiculous hats, and she preferred the chaos of Zaun to its glittering streets. That all changed the day she first saw you. She’d been in Piltover on a whim, loitering in the shadows as she planned her next prank. Explosives in a fancy clock tower, maybe? She hadn’t decided yet. But her chaotic thoughts screeched to a halt when she looked up at the enormous neon screen in Piltover Square and saw your beautiful face.

You were walking down the runway in a show so glamorous it put Piltover’s polished spires to shame. Wrapped in a shimmering, barely-there gown that hugged your curves, you strode with an air of absolute confidence. Your bombshell persona was magnetic, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music as the crowd erupted into applause. You gave the camera a cheeky wink and blew a kiss, and Jinx’s brain short-circuited.

“Holy… Who the hell is that?” she muttered, her wide eyes glued to the screen.

A vendor passing by glanced at her. “That’s her. You don’t know? The biggest model in all of Piltover and Zaun. Hell, even Noxus and Ionia are crazy about her.”

Jinx didn’t respond, too transfixed by the image of you flashing across the screen. You were a living firework, a walking explosion of charisma, beauty, and sheer presence. Your bold, flirty persona was a match for her own chaos, and it wasn’t just your looks that had her hooked—it was the energy you carried, the way you owned every moment. From that point on, Jinx was utterly captivated.

Back in her lair, your face became a constant presence. Jinx scavenged every poster, magazine, and billboard she could find that featured you. Her walls were covered in them, glossy images of you smirking, posing, and looking like you owned the world. She couldn’t get enough of you, and it drove her mad in the best way possible.

“Look at her,” she’d whisper to herself, lying on her bed and staring at a magazine cover where you lounged in a shimmering gold corset. “She’s a walking explosion.”

Whenever one of your commercials aired on Piltover’s big screens, Jinx made a point to watch. She’d perch on the rooftops, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you spoke directly to the camera, your voice sultry and teasing. Sometimes, she’d mimic your lines, laughing to herself at how ridiculous she sounded compared to you.

The first time Jinx saw you in person, she nearly short-circuited. You were in Zaun, of all places, stepping out of a sleek transport at one of the fancier underground clubs. It was rare for someone like you to venture into the depths, but you carried yourself with the same confidence that lit up your photoshoots. Heads turned as you walked through the crowd, a knowing smirk on your lips as if you knew exactly the effect you had on everyone around you. Jinx’s pulse quickened. This was her chance.

She darted through the crowd, weaving between gawking onlookers until she was standing at the bar beside you. Up close, you were even more stunning, your beauty almost overwhelming.

“Didn’t think I’d ever see you in a dump like this,” Jinx drawled, leaning casually against the counter. Her nerves were on fire, but she masked it with her usual cocky grin.

You turned to her, one perfectly arched brow raising as you took her in. Your gaze lingered on her bright blue hair and manic energy, and a small, amused smile played on your lips.

“Maybe I like a little chaos,” you replied, your voice smooth as silk. “And you certainly look like the chaotic type.”

Jinx grinned wider, her confidence surging. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not just chaos—I’m a full-blown explosion.”

The two of you spent the night trading flirty remarks and playful banter, the tension between you crackling like a lit fuse. Jinx couldn’t believe her luck. You weren’t just a pretty face. But you had a fiery, explosive personality to match. You were bold, unapologetic, and just as dangerous as you were beautiful. At one point, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, “So… what’s it like knowing the whole damn world’s obsessed with you?”

You laughed, the sound low and sultry. “I don’t mind the attention,” you said, turning your head so your lips were almost touching hers. “But right now, I’m more interested in you.” Jinx’s heart nearly stopped.

Back at her lair, were things escalated rather quickly. Jinx couldn’t keep her hands off you, tracing every curve and line of your body like she was memorizing you. Her fingers lingered on your hips, her lips trailing heated kisses along your neck as she whispered breathless praises. “You’re even better than the posters,” she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. “Didn’t think that was possible.”

You teased her with your signature confidence, your voice dripping with flirtation as you pulled her closer. “So you’ve been staring at my posters, huh? What did you think about me?”

Jinx blushed, but she didn’t back down. Instead, she grinned wickedly, her fingers tightening on your waist. “Thought about all the things I’d do if I ever got you alone,” she said, her tone low and rough. “And now, I’m not holding back.”

The tension was electric, charged with the crackling hum of her inventions and the intensity of her gaze on you. She had been teasing you mercilessly all evening, brushing her hands against your skin, dropping flirty remarks that sent heat pooling low in your belly. You could feel the mischief radiating off her as she twirled one of her newest creations in her hand. It was a bright, colorful pleasure device she'd been gushing about for days. Jinx loved experimenting, and tonight, you were her favorite subject.

She grinned at you, her sharp, mischievous grin that made your heart race every time. "Alright, Sugar," she purred, tossing the toy between her hands like it was some casual gadget and not something designed to make you lose your mind. "You trust me, don't ya?"

You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your usual flirty composure. "You mean to tell me that thing isn't gonna explode?"

Jinx cackled, tossing her head back. "Not this time, babe! Well, probably not. But hey, if it does, at least we'll go out with a bang!" She winked, and despite your hesitation, you couldn't help but nervously laugh. "You're impossible," you murmured letting her guide you to the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets.

"And you're irresistible," she shot back, pressing you down onto the bed with a surprising gentleness for someone so wild. Her hands were steady as they traced over your skin, her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you, Sugar," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and heat. "Promise I'll make it fun."

The first sensation was the gentle hum of the device she'd created, a soft vibration against your folds that made you arch into her touch. It was colorful and whimsical, much like Jinx herself, with blinking lights and playful patterns painted across its surface. Despite its toy-like appearance, the way it worked against your body was anything but innocent.

Her free hand skimmed over your inner thigh, her touch featherlight and maddeningly slow. The wetness pooling between your legs became impossible to ignore, and Jinx took full advantage, sliding the toy up until it pressed directly against your bundle of nerves. A slick, wet sound began filled the room, the vibrations amplifying the noise as your arousal spread. Jinx froze for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh, look at you," Jinx teased, her eyes bright as she watched your reaction.

"Didn't take much, huh? Bet I could've just touched you, and you'd be melting for me." You tried to retort, but the words caught in your throat as she pressed the device lower, her mischievous grin widening as your body jerked in response.

"Aw, Sugar, don't hold back," she crooned, tilting her head to the side as if studying you. "I like hearin' you. Makes it more fun for me."

Your head fell back, a moan slipping past your lips as she adjusted the settings, the vibrations intensifying. She laughed softly, her free hand stroking your thigh as if to ground you. You buried your face in your hands, mortified but too overwhelmed by the pleasure to stop her. The toy’s vibrations grew stronger, and the obscene wet noises only intensified as she moved it against you, her laughter turning into a low, appreciative hum. “Damn, you sound so good,” she murmured, her tone dipping into something more serious. “Bet I could make you scream just with this.”

Your hips bucked against the toy, your slick arousal coating it and making the sounds louder and wetter with each movement. The lewd squelching only seemed to spur Jinx on, her grin growing wider as she adjusted the settings, sending sharper bursts of pleasure through your body. “Listen to that, Sugar,” she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re a fuckin’ symphony for me. All wet and messy, just how I like it.”

The embarrassment of her words was quickly drowned out by the mounting pleasure, your moans growing louder as the toy worked you closer to the edge. Jinx’s free hand slipped beneath your thigh, lifting your leg to spread you open further.

“Look at you,” she said, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched the toy glisten with your slick. “So damn pretty like this. Could stare at you all day."

Her words made your cheeks flush, though you couldn't focus on embarrassment for long. Every nerve in your body was alight, the sensation of her toy paired with her teasing kisses and caresses driving you to the edge. And then she pulled it away, grinning wickedly at your gasp of frustration. "Not yet, Sugar," she said, clicking her tongue. "I'm not done playin' with you."

She shifted her attention, leaning down to press her lips against your neck. Her kisses were hot and open-mouthed, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You felt her grin against your throat when you whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. Her lips found your collarbone, her teeth sinking into the delicate skin to leave another mark.

"Gotta leave my mark," she murmured between kisses, sucking a particularly dark bruise just below your jaw. "Let everyone know you’re mine. My perfect, messy little bombshell.” Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you hesitated, your modeling career flashing through your mind. "Jinx, I..."

She pulled back, her wide, manic eyes locking with yours. "Aw, don't worry about all that fancy-shmancy stuff," she said, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity. "Bet they'll just airbrush it or whatever. C'mon, Sugar, lemme have my fun."

Your protests melted away as she kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. The way she looked at you, like you were the most precious thing she'd ever seen, made your resolve crumble. "Fine," you murmured, breathless. "Do your worst."

Her grin was feral. "Oh, babe, you asked for it." Jinx worked her way across your body, leaving a trail of marks in her wake on your neck, your collarbone, and the valley between of your chest. Each one was a testament to her possessiveness, her need to claim you in a way that went beyond words. "You're gonna look so pretty tomorrow," she murmured, her hands and lips everywhere at once. "Walkin' around all marked up, like a damn work of art."

You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the consequences anymore. Her touch was overwhelming, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure through you. She alternated between using her toy and her hands, keeping you teetering on the edge but never quite letting you fall. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice dark and playful as she hovered above you. "C'mon, Sugar, lemme hear it. Tell me how bad you want me to finish you off."

Your pride wavered, but the need coursing through you won out. "Please, Jinx," you gasped, your voice shaking. "I need you. Please."

She chuckled, clearly satisfied with your quick surrender. "That's more like it," she said, finally pressing the toy back against you. The sensation was overwhelming, and this time, she didn't stop, driving you higher and higher until you finally shattered, a cry escaping your lips as you came undone beneath her. Jinx didn't stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling, your body spent and your mind hazy.

When she finally set the toy aside, she crawled up beside you, pulling you into her arms with surprising gentleness. "See?" she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told ya it'd be fun."

You tilted your head up to meet her gaze, a small smile playing on your lips despite your exhaustion. "Guess I'm stuck with you then," you teased, your flirty nature peeking through even now.

Jinx grinned, her signature chaos in her expression, but there was something softer there, something that tugged at your heart. "Damn right you are. You're mine, babe. Every last gorgeous inch of you." Her fingers danced across your body, tracing the bruises she'd left, her eyes filled with pride as she admired her handiwork. You shivered under her touch, the sensitivity from her earlier teasing still lingering.

"Look at this," she mused, her tone somewhere between awe and glee. "You're a freakin' masterpiece, Sugar. Better than any of those shiny posters they plaster all over Piltover and Zaun."

You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound weak but genuine. "You think so?"

"I know so," she said firmly, leaning down to nuzzle her face into your neck. "They see the bombshell, the glitz, and the glam, but I get this. I get the real you, all wrecked and perfect just for me." Her words sent warmth spreading through your chest, the vulnerability beneath her usual bravado making your heart ache. You reached up to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're too good to me, you know that?"

Jinx snorted, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. "Too good? Babe, I'm a menace. But I guess l've got a soft spot for you."

"Lucky me," you teased, letting your fingers trail down to the nape of her neck. She leaned into your touch, her grin softening into something sweeter. "Damn right. You're the luckiest gal in all of Piltover, Zaun, maybe even Noxus." Her playful boasting earned another laugh from you, and she kissed you again, slower this time, her earlier fire giving way to something gentler. The kiss lingered, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.

When she finally pulled away, she flopped down beside you, pulling you into her arms as if she couldn't bear to let you go. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat as your body relaxed into hers.

"Y'know," Jinx murmured, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back, "I used to look at those big, fancy posters of you and think, ‘She's way too good for someone like me!"

You tilted your head up to look at her, surprised by her confession. "Jinx..."

"But then I thought," she continued, her voice growing steadier, "what's life without a little chaos, right? And lucky for me, you're just as explosive as I am." Her words brought a smile to your lips, and you reached up to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. "Guess we make a pretty good match then, huh?"

She grinned, her manic energy shining through even in this quiet moment. "The best, Sugar." As the adrenaline from earlier began to fade, you let yourself sink into the warmth of her embrace, her steady presence grounding you. Despite the chaos that always seemed to follow Jinx, moments like this reminded you why you'd fallen for her in the first place.

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[themindelectricdemo4]

Okay sorry I thought my heart fucking exploded this morning and I literally felt it was swish around and shit oh yeah did I forget to mention I haven't slept in 2 full days and eaten in 24 (this has since been fixed)

[sp0-t]

Retired!John Price & Bevcart girl!reader

pt. 1 | ➤ pt.2 (smut)

💿 (a/n): can you tell where I gave up

SMUT!MDNI! (age gap! fem reader! suspense! slow burn! PLOT! M!receiving oral! F!receiving oral! piv! cumming inside!)

Price who asks you out that day on the course, even though he would’ve loved to take you right there and then bending you over your golf court. However he restrained himself, and his cock.

Price who reserved dinner with you at 7, brought you flowers, picked you up, and drove you to the restaurant. A true gentleman through and through, at least on the outside. Truly Price was thinking of pulling over on the way there and shoving his semi hard cock into your sweet pussy in the backseat of his car.

When you reached the restaurant Price was at your side of the car almost instantly, opening the door for you and offering his hand as support. You took it and stepped out of your side, price closing the door, and locking the car behind you. The restaurant was a bit fancier, not overly fancy and not too casual. Once you guys were sat you both made small chatter, some of the common stereotypical first date questions and answers.

“To be honest love, I didn’t think you’d go out with an old man like me”

He chuckles a bit at his own comment, and takes a swig of his whiskey.

“Well, I uh, tend to like them a bit older”

You speak with a slow and sultry tone while you look at him through you lashes from across the table. Your right foot slowly glides up his pant leg as you look into his eyes. It slides all the way up to his inner thigh, just next to his crotch.

“Is that right, love?”

Johns face is a bit flushed, half from your taunting and half from the whiskey in his system. But his gaze on you doesn’t falter, that is until the waiter decides to come around to bring your food. Your foot slowly decending back to its place on the floor.

The night continues on with more chatting, and heavy glances at each other, from across the table, with more than just infatuation.

You both walk back to Price’s car, hand in hand, with your purse slung over prices shoulder as he guides you two to his car. Prices opening your door and letting you slide into the seat, placing your bag on your lap. You both making eye contact with how close you two are, both of you slowly inching closer and closer to each other, lips about to brush when..

*HONK* “Hey are you guys leaving? There’s like no parking at this time!”

You could swear you saw Price roll his eyes in such frustration. Price begrudgingly pulls away from you to respond to the passerby.

“Yeah mate! Give me a second!”

Price makes sure you have everything before closing your door, then walking over to his side and starting the car to pull out of the spot. He waves to the other car before pulling out of the parking lot. You both make small banter on the short ride home, the low music playing in the background. Price parks in front of your apartment complex, not wanting the night to end so soon.

“Would it be alright with you if I walked you to your flat door?”

You giggle at him even asking that.

“Of course, I’d love that.”

Walking hand in hand up to your apartment, you lived on the second floor. You both reached the top of the stairs, you slightly guiding price to your apartment. When you reach your door you both come to a stop. You both truly know what’s about to happen, yet none of you want to admit that out in this empty hallway, even if no one’s around.

“Are you going to stand there till I let you in?”

You tease him a bit for the awkward silence between you two.

“What, you calling me a vampire, not that old love.”

You both linger a bit in each others presence before you finally break the tension.

“Would you like to come in”

It wasn’t a question really, more of a statement.

“I’d love to.”

This is what the night had been leading up too, Price caging you between his body and your door as his lips attacked your neck and lips, his hands exploring what they couldn’t have all night. His hands slip to your ass giving is a squeeze before a harsh slap of his palm leaves your ass stinging. His tongue makes its way in your mouth finding and claiming over every crevice, his lips pull away from yours before he mutters

“Where’s your room love?”

You catch your breath before you mutter a quick “down the hall, to the left.”

Price is quick to carry you, wrapping your legs around his torso, taking you to your room. Once he reaches the room his lips find yours again as he places you on the bed, prices bodyweight pressing you deeper into the bed.

Prices hand comes up to the hem of your dress tugging it up to tell you he wants it off. You both separate as you pull your dress over your head, and he stands between you legs as he pulls off his shirt. You both find each others lips again as Price is pulling at his belt to get his pants off. You move his hands and start to unzip his pants, Price helping you pull them down a bit, just below his bulge. You palm him through his boxers as your tongues dance in each others mouth.

You stand from the bed, hand still on his crotch. You turn him so he’s now sitting on the bed where you were. You finally break the kiss and slide to your knees in between his big thighs. You lean in closer your lips meeting his clothed cock with a little kiss. “Such a fucking tease, huh love?” You look up at him with such an innocent smile across your lips. Price lifts his hips before he pulls his pants and boxers all the way down, kicking out of them and throwing them somewhere in your room. He sits back down, his thick and chubbed up cock right in front of your face, a bit of precum dripping from his tip.

Your tongue licks his precum up, from his base to the tip, wrapping your lips around his it. He groans as you start to bob your head up and down slowly. “Fuck love” Prices hand comes up to your hair making a makeshift ponytail in his hand as he starts to slowly guide your head to bob up and down his shaft, your hand coming up to stroke the length of his cock that can’t fit down your throat.

“Fuck doll, I’m about to cum” You start to bob your head faster, sucking harder every time you drag your lips up his shaft. You feel his cock twitch in your mouth before you taste his cum at the back of your throat. You swallow his cum as you look up at him through your lashes. He looks down at you, hand cupping your cheek, his thumb slowly swiping over your lips before he pushes his thumb past them. You take his thumb in your mouth, softly sucking on the digit, and swirling your tongue around it.

With Prices other hand he reaches behind you as he unhooks your bra easily. He slips his thumb out of your mouth, a small string of saliva forming, before quickly disappearing. Price lifts you up off the floor and onto the bed. “Lay back for me dove.” You lean back a bit on your elbows, still wanting to see what he was doing. Price pats your leg twice, signaling you to lift your hips. You lift them as he peels your panties away from your wet cunt. Price chuckled a little “you’re fuckin’ soaked love.”

He brings one finger up to your cunt, dragging it through your folds and teasing your clit a bit. Now it was his turn to get on his knees, he pulls your hips closer to him. He starts by kissing and biting your thighs before leaving a kiss on your clit and licking a stripe up your pussy. You gasp a bit before fully laying all the way back, head hitting the sheets.

He works his tongue up and down and in patterns that feel fucking amazing, your hands make their way to his head, combing them through his hair before slightly tugging. He groans into your pussy and picks up the pace a little, sucking on your clit as his fingers come back to your entrance. He slides one in, it taking up more space than expected, you moan and lift your hips closer to his face, basically grinding on it.

Price’s free arm comes up to pin your hips in place as he works out your pussy. He slides another finger in as he starts to stretch and scissor your cunt to make sure you can take him. After he feels you’ve been properly stretched he starts fucking his fingers up into you faster as his tongue works your clit. “sh- shit, I’m gunna cum John, fuck!”

“That’s it, come all over my fingers for me, that’s a good girl.”

As you cum, your hips jolt and continue to ride out your orgasm by grinding on Price’s face. Your hips drop to the bed as you look up at price, his nose to his chin covered in your juices. He pulls his fingers out of you, and brings them to your lips. You take them into your mouth as you suck them dry and he slides them out. Price brings his hand to the back of your head and pulls you closer, having his lips meet yours. He pulls away and hints for you to scooch back on the bed, he takes his spot on the bed between your legs. “You tell me if anything bothers you, ya?” He looks down to you as he rubs your thigh, you nod your head but Price won’t take that. “Need you to say it for me love”

“I’ll tell you”

“Good, love. Now, let me make you feel good.”

He grabs his cock as he lines himself up at your entrance, his tip teasing your hole before he pushes his tip in. You gasp as he starts to push more of his cock in, letting out little whimpers at the slight stretch. His cock was about half way in “you okay love?” He leans down to place kisses on your chest and neck. “Yes, keep going, please”

The rest of his cock slides in as he groans in your ear, you let out mini whimpers as he starts to pull out again. He pulls out almost all the way, leaving his tip inside you before he pushes himself back in. He starts to move his hips harder and faster, your nails digging into his back as he continues to pound into you. “Fuck baby, been wanting you since I first saw you in that little skirt of yours, fuck!” His pace starts to pick up a bit more, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks into you like it’ll be his last time.

“Where do you want me to come baby, huh?” He smirks and lets out a breathy laugh as he peels his body off you, now being able to see your fucked out face. He grabs your hips as he bucks harder into you, on the verge of letting go. “Fuck! Tell me baby, please”

“Inside John, fuck, please John!”

“Of course baby” Price uses the rest of his energy to fuck into you as he cums into your fucked cunt. He continues to fuck into you and you cum shortly after. Price collapses on you a bit, trying to be wary of his weight on you. He wraps his arms around you as he rolls to the side, bringing your body on top of his. His hands slide down your body as he reaches to his cock, he gently and slowly pulls himself out of your cunt. His hands come back up to your head as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

“Thank you love”

[mrsfudd]

get you

Pazzi x Reader

warnings: smut, slight mommy n daddy kink

You and your gfs go on a vacation to a tropical island.

You just got back to your airbnb on the beach. You went down to the water for a few hours by yourself, then laid in the sand and took a little nap. You left before Paige and Azzi woke up.

As your walking through the door you see Paige sitting on the kitchen counter and Azzi is sitting on a chair next to her.

“Look at you, your all sandy baby” Azzi says turning to face you with a warm smile on her face.

“Had a good time? We saw you out there” Paige asked.

“Yea I did the waters soo warm” You say walking towards them.

You wanted a kiss from both of them but Paige refused since you had sand on your face. “Paige dont be rude” Azzi said grabbing your waist, getting her hands sandy and wet while kissing you.

“Sorry” You blurt out as sand fell into Azzis eye.

“See, this is what im talking about” Paige said blowing into Azzis eye.

“Its okay baby, go wash up” Azzi said reassuring that you didn’t hurt her.

You shower all the sand off of you and get dressed. You put on a white tank top and matching skirt. You threw on your flip flops and went to go find your gfs again.

“Azzi! Paige! where are you” You call out walking back into the living room.

To your surprise, you see Paige ontop of Azzi, giving her small kisses on her neck. You dont say anything, just smile at the sight. Paige looks up at you. “Jealous?” She teases.

“Honestly, a little” You chuckled.

“Come here baby” Azzi calls out.

You walk over to the couch and they both lock their eyes on you.

“Look at you princess, so cute” Azzi coos making you smile uncontrollably.

“I love the skirt mama” Paige adds on, signaling you to come lay on her.

It was actually the other way around, you laid between Azzis legs and Paige between yours. Surprisingly the couch was long enough. You toyed with Paiges hair as you felt Azzi caressing your face and neck.

“So princess, how are you enjoying your vacation so far” Azzi asks rubbing her hands up and down your torso.

“mm good” You say looking up at her.

“Whats been your favorite part mama?” Paige asks.

“mm spending time with you and azzi” You say trying to sound cute, adding a pout to your lips.

“awww, do you wanna go out to dinner tonight baby?” Azzi asks.

“Quit spoiling her, thats why shes such a brat now” Paige says with a snarky tone.

You give a playful tug to Paiges hair, making her turn around, looking up at you and azzi while lying on her stomach.

“Oh hush, did you eat yet baby? Its almost 4” Azzi asks disregarding Paiges comment.

“I did a little but dinner sounds nice” You say batting your eyes up at Azzi.

She leans down and gives you a long, slow, and tender kiss. Placing her hand on your chin.

“I dont get no love?” Paige said almost sounding offended.

You break your kiss with Azzi and turn to Paige. You grab the collar of her shirt and pull her closer into you. She scoots up your body and plants her lips into yours.

“You guys are crushing me” Azzi said weakly now taking you and Paiges weight on her.

“Oh shit” You and Paige simultaneously say getting off of Azzi.

“Should I put something fancier on?” You ask.

“Doesn’t matter baby, whatever you want. You look perfect just like that” Paige said sitting back on the couch.

“Okay lemme go fix my hair” You say.

Paige slapped your ass as you walked past her, making you giggle as you walked towards the bathroom.

45 mins later

“Mama, lets goo” Paige yelled out.

“Coming” You call out not trying to trip in your heels.

“Careful my love, I thought you were just fixing your hair?” Paige asked grabbing your hand.

“I was but then I saw you and Azzi getting dressed and I wanted to look cute” You say holding Paiges arm, walking to the door.

“You look more then cute baby, hmm yea you look great” Paige said biting her lip.

Azzi and Paige went all out for this vacation, private beach, beautiful house, cooks, amazing parties and a private driver who had a black sprinter van.

Azzi sat in the car waiting for you and Paige, the car door still open. Her eyes widen as she sees you in that tight dress and sexy heels.

“Look at you baby” Azzi said in a seductive tone as she watched Paige help you get up into the car.

“ You look nice az” You say sitting next to her.

“I look even better with you next to me” Azzi told you.

Paige shut the door and sat right next to you, sandwiched between your gfs as you give the driver the address. It halfway across the island so you had about a hour drive.

Your just sitting, head against Paiges shoulder and leg draped across Azzis knee as you realize they both are staring at you, hungrily. Like rabid dogs about to attack. I guess you let them forget how you look when you actually put in the effort.

“You look so pretty mama” Paige leaned down and whispered in your ear, leaving a soft peck on the side of your face.

“So sexy” Azzi said in your other ear as her hand found the inside of your thigh.

You choke on your words, not being able to get anything out as you feel two hot mouths kiss and suck on your neck.

“G-guys” You barely get out.

“Shhh, let us take care of you” Paige said reaching up your dress.

Paige pulled the top down causing your tits to pop out, you wore a backless dress without a bra.

Azzi let out a quiet moan as she saw your perked up nipples. Her mouth quickly found them and so did Paiges. Your head shoots back as they both suck and bite on your chest. Azzi hand never left your inner thigh and started to toy with your panties.

After a few minutes of them playing with you, Paige gives Azzi a signal and they both get down on their knees in front of you.

Azzi tried to take it slow, kissing up your thigh and teasing your clothed pussy but Paige had no patience. She pulled your panties down and started to feel how wet you were.

Paige slowly put in two fingers and started pumping them in and out of you. You let out a moan that was maybe a little too loud as you feel her long fingers digging in you. You were too focused on the pleasure Paige was giving you, you forgot Azzi was still there but you were quickly reminded when she started sucking on your sensitive clit.

You were in complete bliss as they fucked you, unable to keep your eyes open as you got closer to your release.

Every so often you heard Paige say “you like that baby?”, “ you’re such a good girl” “ you look so pretty mama”. You wanted to reply but they had completely taken over your body.

Paige felt you tightening around her fingers and said “ You wanna cum?”

All you could get out was a string of moans but that wasn’t good enough. Azzi detached from you “Words pretty girl, I know you can do it” She said barley finishing her sentence before putting her tongue back on you.

“mm y-yes please” you say in a breathy moan.

“Come on, cum on mommy’s face and daddy’s fingers baby.” Paige said fucking you faster.

Without hesitation, you cum all over them. To everyones surprise you squirted a little.

Not even a second goes by as Paige and Azzis tongues fight on the surface of your pussy, trying to lap up all your cum.

They put your panties back on for you and fix your dress, sit on both sides of you like before. There was 25 minutes left in the drive and due to your orgasm, you pass out. You head on Paiges lap and legs draped over Azzis.

They both let you sleep for the remainder of the car ride, planting small kisses on your forehead or hands. Paige fixed up your hair a little and Azzi fixed your dress. You had woken up to a picture of you sleeping as your wallpaper as well.

The van came to a stop and Paige slowly sat you up. “Ready to eat baby?” Azzi asked helping you stand.

“mhm, so hungry” You groggily say, rubbing your eyes.

“ We aren’t” Paige joked as she held your hand, walking you to the door.

“Right” Azzi laughed as you held her arm.

[nonranghaes]

heads up! food mentions + mentions of being engaged/marriage in future

when mingyu's name pops up on your phone, you aren't surprised int he slightest. you know your fiance well enough to know that he's about to complain, too: its your day off. you shouldn't be getting up early to dote on him, even though its his day. so you swipe a finger across the screen and continue to cook your own lunch.

"happy birthday--"

"you peeled the eggs..." oh, how you can hear how hard he's pouting at you right now. "honey, you didn't have to..."

you snort, not even bothering to fight back a smile. you're alone (save for the puppy that keeps pressing her little cold nose against your ankles every so often), you don't have to hide how amused your pouty boyfriend makes you. "it's your birthday," you say, "i had to."

"the entire lunch is cute, though!" you have to wonder if he's complaining at his desk or if he stepped out. it's not like his coworkers don't know how pouty he gets when it comes to you spoiling him (the same way they know you're the same way when he spoils you). he sighs a moment later, settling into a comfortable sense of bliss. "you're too sweet to me..."

"mingyu, you literally whipped up something far fancier for my birthday." you catch yourself pouting. "did you see my note?"

"of course i saw your note!" you nearly laugh this time. this man is definitely pouting still, and you think you heard wonwoo's deep chuckle. "it was cute, too..."

you hear him moving, though, and the sound of a door opening and closing a moment later.

"i'm still going out with the guys after work, but..."

"but?" you're smiling.

a quiet groan. "do i have to say it? it feels mean to say it." when you don't respond, he sighs. "i wish i was coming home to you."

all you can do is snort in laughter. how cute. tall and handsome as he is, he's still the sweetest man you've ever been with. "i'll still be here later," you say. "happy birthday, my mingyu."

he's quiet for a minute. "can you say what you wrote down?" you can only imagine how those pretty eyes would be twinkling at you right now, that handsome smile... "please?"

you smile to yourself, and straighten up. "happy birthday, my soon-to-be husband. i can't wait to marry you."

he lets out this blissful sigh, and you hear the sound of him hitting the wall with his back or shoulder--nothing too hard, but enough to tell you that you've made him weak in the knees. "i love you," he says after a moment. "i can't wait to marry you, too."

[betonfaith]

JUST ONE DANCE, YOUR HIGHNESS!

hsr royalty au! ft. aventurine sunday mydei & anaxa! | fem!princess!reader.

cw for ooc anaxa </3 I'm still figuring him out.

AVENTURINE... as the frail boy you remember being dragged off to your father's dungeon when you were both young, you remember seeing him in his dingy cell each time you took a trip downstairs. By some unknown method, he's recently reappeared in fancier attire, adorned with the finest of jewellery and more importantly — he's somehow grabbed a seat on your father's counsel. The thin teenager dressed in rags you remember from your childhood now stands before you with a confident grin. He never told you what his name was before, but he's now changed it to *Aventurine. *He spends his leisure time at the tavern, although he seldom indulges in the drinks and opts to sit at the blackjack table instead, violet eyes drifting away from his cards hoping for a glimpse of the princess who spared him a glance all those years ago.

SUNDAY... as the prodigal son of the aristocracy in your homeland. You don't think you've ever caught him with a single hair strand out of place, or even slouching on his chair. Everything he does, he does with grace. Your father insists that you'll marry him if you're unable to find a royal suitor. He's been with you since your childhood, tying your shoelaces, kissing your hands, swearing that he'll never leave. Never. You realise quickly that all those sweet promises will never be fulfilled when he runs for the hills one fine day, words of his treason litter the streets, words of how he's forsaken his lord, his home, his family, his beloved. The knights run amok looking for him, black and white posters of him with a red stamp on every town wall. But just when you start to believe the heretics, you hear a polite tap on your window. To your own surprise, there he is. Your precious Sunny, out of breath from climbing the castle wall with his wings fanning to cool him down. His pristine outfit has been discarded and replaced with something far more casual. A gloved hand caresses your cheek with utmost care, and you realise he never broke his promise after all.

MYDEIMOS... as the fearsome heir of a far away kingdom, who meets every criteria to inherit the throne... except having a bride. None of the maidens in the entire land had any interest in taking his hand, his kingdom fell to anarchy soon after he took his father's head, and to put it quite frankly... he's not the most approachable of the bunch. However, for some unknown reason, your father thinks he's a lovely young man who just happens to be the perfect match for you. The two of you don't hit it off, and now your arrangement seems more like a chore than anything. One starlit night you stroll the gardens, only to find him huffing on a bench and staring at the moon like it's personally offended him. You take a seat next to him, your hand slowly slides to embrace his own. He's hardly wearing anything himself, although his cape has made its way around your shoulder to protect you from the nip in the air. He's not so bad, you suppose.

ANAXAGORAS... as the mad philosopher of the court. You don't know how or why your father tolerates him, he seems to have an issue with every little thing everybody does. He's always picking up on the tiniest flaw — you've witnessed the man find a singular speck of dirt on Sunday of all people. The most irritating person you've ever had the displeasure of meeting, point blank. Yet, he always makes sure to fix your clothes for you, brush off any dust, realign your tiara, rather than only pointing it out. He still does it with so much annoyance that you can't tell if he really cares or not. You suppose you'll never find out, and he's just grateful you don't see the small smile on his face every time he pisses you off.

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