#leather belts 2024

[sunnetherlands]

https://www.sunenterprises.eu/en/products/leather-cord/leather-accessories/leather-mens-belts/formal-mens-belts.html

[mahoganygold213]

Schiaparelli |Spring Summer 2024 Haute Couture

[polycraftory]

Is it even comic con if I'm not up late the night before finishing up our cosplays for the weekend? Ah, beloved con crunch 🙃

[josephquinnstyle]

Joseph Quinn is wearing Our Legacy's Italian Calf Leather Belt in Black

PRICE: £160/$200

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Our Belt 2 cm in Black Leather. Produced in an Italian calf leather, the belt is 2 cm wide and features a metal pin buckle closure, a metal keeper, a metal tip and a dust bag cover.

The belt has a width of 2 cm and measures 80 cm, 90 cm or 100 cm from the end to the middle belt hole - including the buckle.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 2 — POWER IMBALANCE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — neuvillette, diluc, ayato

— warnings. — fem! reader, power imbalance, toxic & manipulation, hard syx, dom/sub, reader teases in diluc's part, ayato is really toxic in this one kinda???

⚝ — NEUVILLETTE

when neuvillette tells you to do something, you're doing it, point blank— because you see, he's your master, the man who's saved you, not to mention your literal boss since he was so nice to give you a job as his sweet n pretty secretary.

as it was, in the grand halls of fontaine's court of justice, neuvillette’s word were law itself— precisely when he tells you to do something, it becomes absolute, you're immediately on your way without processing any of it.

his presence alone commands respect— coldness, it reveals a composed man, an untouchable one—yet his touch, it's surprisingly warm despite the fact that he rarely spoke about love or intimacy.

despite the fact that the subtle gestures on your body— the little kisses and reassuring tugs on your flesh whenever he fucked you on his desk were maddening, never leaving out the best part of it; when he places his palms around your head so you wouldn't hurt yourself, immediately resulting in you melting underneath his broad body as he revealed a softness beneath the stern exterior.

you feel the weight of his authority in every thrust, every grind and harsh squeeze of his palms reaching for your tits.

the unspoken pressure to be perfect for him was there, yes, to make him feel perfect while you're also contemplating if you'd ever be enough for an enigmatic individual like him.

face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, you feel how his fingers apply more strength as he flexes his digits into the flesh of your hips, dragging you deeper towards his cock twitching between your walls— the desperate milking compression of your warm cunt making him want to lose control.

you begin feel lightheaded at the arousal messing him up— and ugh, how much there was, and ah, you’re so tight, even after multiple rounds, desperately waiting for him to drag you against his desk and make your pussy squeeze him, wanting him to feel like you pull him.

⚝ — DILUC

in front of strangers, diluc’s intensity was something which was being noticed right from the start— and well, he wanted it that way, it meant that he had one headache less to worry about.

it doesn't matter though, because behind closed doors, your hand slips under his loosened shirt like it's meant to, graciously rubbing at his bare muscles flexing underneath the softness of your palms. having an affair with your boss surely wouldn't look good to bystanders, nor was it something diluc wanted to get out in the first place— hence why he'd never fail to subtly show you, also throwing a slight passive aggressiveness into it, that he was in charge of this, or whatever you might call the situation between you both.

he sucked in a sharp breath as his dick gradually got hard under his tight pants, pulsating on all the sharp edges and rough lines when you began to fidget with the belt, "hey now, you shouldn't get so bossy," he smiles down at you, cupping your cheek before placing his thumb on your bottom lip to tap it repeatedly

"you have quite the personality today, master diluc," you frown at him, with one hand grabbing at his biceps as he breathes— for a second deflecting the real reason as to why he would pretend to care about what other people thought about him, or about this.

or perhaps he was utterly scared of showing genuine emotions to someone he hasn't known for long.

yet instead of going through with his newfound thought, diluc instantly grabs at your hips to make you fall against his chest in combination with him bumping down the large sofa, the leather of the furniture creaking.

he licks his lips, fuck— diluc forgot how much passion could manifest in simply being felt up a little and he desperately attemps to focus on playing with your tits, or at least watch how pretty and nicely they fit in is hand.

be as it may, all that has really gotten his attention was the feeling of your hand on his cock, fiercely palming him through his boxers, your fingertip teasing along the edge of his waistband.

"you'll get in trouble," he manages to breathe out, whimpering when you angle your hand upwards so he could feel the heat of your hand on his tip.

⚝ — AYATO

ayato, most famously known as the head of the yashiro commission, had an unique gift inside of him— you see, he knew how to use words like deadly weapons.

when he wants something, really craves and desires a certain being, it felt like the world immediately bends to his will— including you, the person he was actually after. ayato will convince you that his decisions are in your best interest, even when they serve his own.

"oh, is my sweet girl worried about me?" he breathes out before placing his wet tip on your clit, tapping and nudging at it— the sound echoing through the room and standing over your head was making you feel hot and cold at the same time.

you can sense the painful squeeze in your stomach to just want to be filled— please, get his thick shaft into your intimate space until it's obvious on your face, sending him back a doe-eyed look while he towers on top of your naked frame— thighs twitching, his dick sinking back into your mushy cunt.

okay, maybe he's gotten a little too lost in you.

since you're intriguing in his eyes, well— ayato knows he can get a hold of you, that you admire him and are more than happy with the job that he's given you— not that he cares, in fact, he need you, that constant drive of feeling you was burning hotter and turning him insane.

his body trembles as he watches your liquids stick around the base of his cock, proving his point that you're as desperate for him as he was for you as he smeared your slick back inside your trembling walls, your skin throbbing and twitching with every unforgiving push of his hips.

with how big he was, in every aspect imaginable, you begin to feel like he was stretching you forever as you gasp out a broken mumble of his name, the waves of his thrusts and rolls stinging along your nerves as you begin to moan out shamelessly, feeling every detail and vein of his cock moulding into your walls and marking its shape inside.

ayato was intoxicating— no, stop it, he's your boss, okay, cool down.

yet it never ever felt fucking better.

© 2024 anantaru  do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[batnoise]

[🦇 / june 2024 ] FASHIONABLY LATE FOR PRIDE 🌈⚡💖 (he/him)

[ID: a digital drawing of trench (he/him), a golden bat anthro with wild hair, a heart marking on his forehead, red eyes with sharp eyebrows and heavy eyelashes, small black wings on his back. he is dressed in an outfit consisting of a black crop top, a fishnet body suit with openings on the sides, chain choker, heart drip sunglasses, gloves, various other belts and cuffs, distressed black short shorts, fishnet tights, thigh-high striped socks striped in black and the trans flag colors, and ankle high leather boots with colorful buckles. he wears lots of hairpins, stickers and accessories in the colors of various pride flags (bi, trans, and QVP). he sits with his legs kicked up, boots in perspective. the background is a swipe of black against gray, with the colors of the QVP flag sprayed on top. /end ID]

[keeryhours]

meet the parents - eddie munson

Eddie Munson x female! reader

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

2024 Promptmas Masterlist

Summary:

Eddie meets your parents on Christmas Eve in the worst way possible.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), p in v, exhibitionism?, reader’s parents walk in on them

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N:

My third fic for The Twelve Days of Promptmas event by @littlexdeaths ! Just a short little smutty one today :) Prompt: “Meet the parents…with a twist”

—

“You’re sure your parents won’t be home?” Eddie asked, nervous as he tiptoed into your living room, as if your mom or dad might pop out and scare him at any moment.

“Yes I’m sure, they’re at their company Christmas party,” you told your boyfriend, waving off his concerns. Your parents always spent forever at these company parties, and usually showed up back home much later and completely drunk. “They’ll be entertained for a while, believe me.”

It was Christmas Eve and the snow was falling heavily outside as you both sheltered in the warm house, closing the door behind the both of you. Eddie was supposed to come over for dinner tomorrow to meet them, anyway. “Plus, I know my parents are gonna love you. They’re chill.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I want to meet them while I’m doing the things I’m about to do to you,” Eddie teased, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you off the ground, causing you to squeal and kick your feet wildly.

“Oh my god, put me down,” you said through your laughter as Eddie tickled you, but he ignored your cries, carrying you to the couch and dropping you down on the soft material.

“You look so hot in that sweater with that cute little skirt,” Eddie hummed as he leaned over you, capturing your lips in a kiss. You kissed him back eagerly, arms sliding around his neck as you pulled him down over you.

Eddie peppered kisses along your jaw and down your neck, then he was moving down to push your sweater up and kissing up the soft skin of your stomach. “So beautiful,” he praised, pushing your sweater up until you were leaning forward to help him remove it entirely.

You pulled at his Hellfire t-shirt, and Eddie slid his leather jacket off his shoulders before pulling the shirt off. You admired his shirtless chest, hands trailing over his body. “After your present early, princess?” He asked.

“We can’t have sex on the couch,” you said with a giggle, half heartedly pushing at Eddie’s chest.

“Aw, come on, just a quickie?” He asked, burying his face into your tits and covering them in sloppy kisses. “Like you said, your parents won’t be back for a while.”

You thought about it - he was right, you were in the clear, and the thought of it was exciting. “Just a quickie.”

Eddie muttered a triumphant “Yes!” before he was pushing your skirt up, sitting up on his knees to unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans.

“Eager?” you teased, watching as his fingers fumbled with the button in his excitement.

“Fuck yes,” he huffed a laugh as he finally got them undone, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his already rock hard cock. “I’ve got my pretty girl all spread out for me, letting me fuck her out here where anyone could see us? It’s a dream come true.”

“No one’s gonna catch us,” you reminded him. If you thought they might, you wouldn’t be doing this. Honestly.

“Just pretend with me, baby,” Eddie said, pulling your panties down your legs slowly, watching as he uncovered you for his hungry eyes. “I like the danger.”

You laughed, watching Eddie pull a condom out of his wallet in his back pocket. He ripped it open, sliding it over his length. “You ready for me, princess?”

You nodded as Eddie lined himself up, before pushing into you with a low groan. “Fuck, baby, always so tight.”

You moaned as Eddie filled you, pushing in until he was fully seated inside of you, his face buried in your neck to hide his pitchy moans as he began thrusting into you. You dug your nails into his back, and he hissed at the pain - but he loved when you marked him up just as much as he loved doing it to you.

“No visible marks tonight,” you reminded him just as he started sucking at your neck. “I have to do Christmas with my whole family tomorrow.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said, moving down to suck at the skin on top of your breasts instead. He was determined to mark you one way or another. “I just like seeing you wearing the proof of what I did to you.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, helping him thrust even deeper into your tight pussy. “Feels so good Eds, you always feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah, princess?” He asked, loving when you praised him like that. “I make you feel that good?”

“So so so good, Eddie,” you moaned. He was fucking you just right, just hard and fast enough to be perfect.

He was fucking you so good that neither of you noticed the car headlights pulling up in the driveway outside the front window. You almost didn’t even notice the front door opening, until you heard it slam the way your dad always did.

“Oh shit!”

Eddie was totally oblivious. “Yeah, me too baby, feels so fucking good-“

He was cut off by a loud shriek as your mom caught sight of what was going on on her living room couch. You thought your dad was going to have a heart attack, his face turned bright red as he searched for something, anything to say.

Eddie’s head whipped around, and he muttered an “oh, fuck,” as he quickly pulled out of you, pulling his jeans back up and tossing his shirt over your body to cover you.

“Um, uh, nice to meet you, I’m Eddie,” he finally said, standing up from the couch shirtless with his belt buckle still hanging undone. He went all out, hitting them with the “Mr. and Mrs.”, even though he fumbled and said your first name instead of your last name the first attempt.

Your parents were in shock. You quickly pulled Eddie’s t-shirt over your head and your skirt back down as everyone stood around awkwardly.

Finally, your dad spoke up. “Eddie, get out.”

Eddie nodded - “Yes, sir-“ then he was grabbing his van keys and kissing the top of your head. “See you tomorrow, princess.” He turned back to your parents. “Nice to meet you!” Then he was sprinting from the house, nearly knocking over the Christmas tree and leaving his shirt behind.

You sat there, unsure what move to make as your parents looked at you, disappointed.

“We’ll talk about this later tonight,” your dad promised - you didn’t like the sound of that at all.

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, gathering up your discarded shirt and panties from the floor as you stood to go back to your own room (and hide for the rest of your life).

Your dad watched as you went. Out of the corner of your eye you caught your mom walking out of the room, shaking her head.

“Really, on the new couch?”

[nyc-looks]

Bells, 24

“I am wearing a vintage leather motorcycle jacket from Amsterdam, With Jean top from Depop, Citrus Edible Moss Mexico 66 Onitsuka Tigers, belt from the Attic, and stamp pants from The Kit. Funnily enough this outfit does not fit the main style trope my friends often give me: sexy librarian. Sometimes I want to look like a forest gremlin who crawled out of a redwood. Sometimes I love a vampy indies sleaze vibe. Sometimes I want to look a sunflower personified. 98% of the time you’ll find me in a mini skirt or little dress. I love a good oversized blazer and men’s button down and some knee high boots. If I were to sum up what inspires me it’d be the queer community. Fashion has always been shaped by queer people.”

Apr 20, 2024 ∙ Gowanus

[hanasnx]

DATE NIGHT — bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, terry mcginnis, talon.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: for @xstarkillerx and his date night prompt ノ features indyfied (potentially ooc) tim drake. WARNINGS: drug mentions: weed, acid ノ suggestive content: dancing, grinding ノ ooc tim drake perhaps.

✩ BRUCE WAYNE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Black turtleneck; ghurka pants; versace black leather belt; calatrava watch; loafers or chairman dress lace-ups; ballston merino gray wool socks.

location(s) ¡! ❞

He's a versatile dater, he can make any scene his scene: club, bar, concert, dinner. He's already a VIP member there with a table he owns, not to mention a proud shareholder. He can get you backstage, he knows the performer personally because they're a close friend. He's got a lot of ins places, which makes dating easy and frequent.

✩ DICK GRAYSON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Expensive: black t-shirt; grand seiko watch; a single stainless steel huggie earring; figaro 5mm silver chain; hopsack wide leg pants; chelsea boots; cavalli black leather belt; worn quarter length white socks.

Casual: he keeps the jewelry and t-shirt; loose fitted jeans; leather lace up boots.

location(s) ¡! ❞

His expensive dates are nice restaurants. Casual are much more frequent and range from the rare fast food stop to the movies. He's not above dancing and grinding with you at the club. Gym dates are easy, but that requires a different wardrobe.

✩ JASON TODD

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Cargo joggers; carhartt black webbing belt; beat-up black leather biker jacket; off white t-shirt or long sleeve; alphaforce duty boots; crew length black socks; silver cross chain and he doesn't really know why he wears it; frayed leather band bracelets on one wrist; silver band rings; ear cuffs; sometimes a ratty red ball cap to keep his hair out of his face.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Public dates are very rare. Movies, or spending time at the bookstore or library with a coffee and a seat, cafés, delis. Mostly at home having a movie night or a nap.

✩ TIM DRAKE

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Old skool black vans or vans checkerboard slip ons; mismatched holed quarter length socks; dark wash wide leg jeans; graphic t-shirt of something he's never heard of; black grommet belt; skinny hair ties and falling apart string friendship bracelets and rubber wristbands on his wrists; leather string coin pendant necklace; cartilage and first and seconds ear piercings.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Videogames at home: couch co-ops like mortal combat, mario kart, overcooked, wii sports resort, or portal 2. Ordering in everything from pizza to sushi. Popping acid and/or smoking. Keeping up with a show together, movie nights. Hanging out on the roof to watch the stars.

✩ TERRY McGINNIS

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Brown chelsea boots; black split neckline t-shirt; washed patch pockets on dark cuffed jeans; joe rocket classic leather motorcycle jacket; timberland belt.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Clubs are his best bet because of his unusual schedule, but a fancier dinner or two is on the table as a rare and occasional treat. Also running errands together.

✩ TALON

outfit(s) ¡! ❞

Suede brown blazer; hopsack wide leg pants; white or black turtleneck; chairman dress lace-ups; quarter length black socks; burgundy leather gloss belt; silver cross chain.

location(s) ¡! ❞

Will not go out in public. Any dinners will be at your place if any actually take place. He's prone to disappearing.

@HANASNX 2024 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[oydis]

Sunny Collection ☀️

I could have made something more fitting for the season but inspiration works in mysterious ways - I don’t make the rules! 💫

Here you have an airy collection to start dreaming about spring with a trendy 3/4 sleeved shirt; a simple, lightly flared, high-waisted miniskirt complete with its belt; and knee-high shiny leather boots 👢 Because it has a protruding mesh, the skirt is ideal to wear with crop tops or accessory tops; the dress is the best option to get the full look with an overlay to change the color of the skirt 🎨

5 new base game items

female, teen to elder

27 colors + 8 patterns for skirts

LODs, maps, thumbnails, color-tagged

skirt overlay as » toenail polish «

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more of #my cc

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[eupheme]

DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE FIC RECS (PART II)

a rec collection of my fave logan and/or wade x reader fics - please give these writers some love! ❤️💛

(these recs are in addition to this post - I intended to combine them but I hit my link limit on the first!)

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

— a mouse christmas by @guiltyasdave

Before Christmas, you and Logan have an unexpected house guest.

— cardinal by @danidrabbles

At the edge of the world, someone from another keeps you from stepping off.

— come on into my bed with me (i know you want to) by @sceletaflores

you can't sleep, logan left his door open…

— dirty little secret by @silverskyeline

logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. 

— don't mind me by @/moonlight-prose

you refused to admit that you were smitten with the man who melted your otherwise intelligent mind. you were however…horrible with subtlety. luckily the same could be said for him.

— guard dog by @/elflutters

Nobody would believe how his masculine bravado fell as he let you take control. They didn’t notice how you could dismiss him with a nod of your head, how he would immediately back down from a fight if you told him to drop it. Like a dog with a bone. That’s the thing about Logan. He is protective like a guard dog is  protective. And he is submissive like a guard dog is submissive. Oh, you so enjoy training him.

— i could play the doctor (i could cure your disease) by @sceletaflores

it’s been another six months, and logan needs your help…

— in every lifetime by @pedroscurls

you lost logan in this universe. logan lost you in his. what happens when you both see each other again, but realize that you're both from different worlds?

— kinktober 2024 by @avocado-writing

— kinktober 2024 by @robo-writing

Logan’s got hundreds of years of experience under his belt, and somehow you manage to match him blow for blow.

— manhandle by @embbarnes

Feral-ish Logan is obsessed with you.

— nameless as a river undiscovered underground by @/moonlight-prose

his leather jacket remained a tie between your love and his. the weight of it, the smell of your intertwined scents, all revolved around a relationship he never thought would happen.

— of flesh and bone by @cavillscurls

logan just can’t bring himself to kill a pretty thing like you—even when he’s starving.

— slippin' and slidin' all over you! by @/sceletaflores

logan forgot to fix the ac…

— the animal in the cage by @/silverskyeline

you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right?

— trapped lies by @wlwloverwrites

Logan has a very hard time hearing the words “I love you.”

OLD MAN LOGAN X READER

— come undone by @nymphoniah

— dust to dust by @/moonlight-prose

when the days are long and he's grown weary of everything, he knows he can find his peace in your body. that is until he brings a whole new understanding to the belt buckle that sits proudly on his waist.

— makeup sex with old man logan by @rqnarok

— my girl by @moonlitbirdie

Logan comes home after a scuffle and you clean him up. He finds a way to thank you.

— my man by @/silverskyeline

he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on.

— runaway bride by @pedroscurls

on the day of your wedding, you find out that your maid of honor and husband-to-be has been hooking up behind your back... and you run directly into the arms of a stranger to help you cope with the sudden betrayal.

— smoke and ash by @/moonlight-prose

cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.

— twin flames by @/elflutter

Logan wasn’t shy about his thing for pain. He should have known you would like it too. When pain is your only companion, when it can’t even give you the mercy of death, you learn to master it. To love it.

— when things turn green again by @lubdubology

Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and it’s the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didn’t anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.

LOGAN HOWLETT X WADE WILSON

— number one fan by @/silverskyeline

rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong?

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER X WADE WILSON

— angel of the morning by @/moonlight-prose

wade has a proposition to offer: he will sit quietly (a complete lie) as logan shows him how fucking you properly is done. only it's not up to logan...it's up to you. his sweet angel of the morning.

— she's your daddy by @/elflutters

— woo, my baby's got me all mixed up! by @/sceletaflores

wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan’s there too)…

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[mahoganygold213]

Schiaparelli |Spring Summer 2024 Haute Couture

[murdrdocs]

pet play; dom!luke; mega inso from babygirl (2024) MDNI 18+ w/ LUKE CASTELLAN

luke's not scared of himself when he's with you. he's not scared because he knows what his mind is capable of. he knows what his hands are capable of, too, he's thought about it late at night, fighting off shakes as wrath spills through his blood and anger keeps him warm from inside out. he's thought about ways he could make a change, things that could easily be different if he just used his sword.

luke knows what he's capable of, but he never thought would've guessed he would be part of this—whatever title is missing from the relationship you have with him.

he was a little surprised at the ease of which he told you to get on your knees that first night, how quickly everything clicked for him. how easily he could give you what you wanted.

it was nice having this power and control surrendered to him, and at first, he thought that's why he was doing this—to continue chasing that thrill that came to him every time you listened to a command. but it was more than that.

there wasn't anything at stake for the two of you. you were equals in practically every sense of the word—both counsellors at camp, only a few mere months between your births, no secret or anything to hold over your head. there was nothing to lose by agreeing to this, but so much to gain.

knowledge of a part of you luke would've never known otherwise, insight into other weaknesses of the human body, an understanding of just what he could do.

"look at me," luke says.

he watches as the crown of your head disappears to reveal your face. eyes big and glossy as they stare up at him, lips parted and bruised from how hard you had kissed him not long ago, remnants of mascara smudged beneath your eyes.

he grins and the movement doesn't have anything sinister behind it. at least, he doesn't intend for it to. he doesn't know how it's coming off, but it's not intended to come off as anything in particular. luke smiles because he likes the look of you.

for a second, he kneels down and cups your face in his hand, grin widening when you nuzzle into his palm. "you're so pretty," he tells you once, completely earnest. and then, "you're so pretty when you're like this," once as well, making sure to emphasize that he loves the way you are as yourself, but he loves having you on all fours just like this, too.

your lips tug up on the edges and you look relieved, as if you're satisfied to hear that he thinks you're pretty even when your humanity and pride are almost completely stripped down.

there's a moment shared, but then luke stands to his full height and stares down at you. he thinks about what he should do.

he could tell you to get off on his boot. he could make you touch yourself while he stood and watched, refusing you from even seeing his cock, let alone getting to touch him, too. he could make you lay on your stomach, withholding your ability to see him as he got you off with just his fingers.

he could be mean, knowing you would listen and like it.

but he has mercy on you. there's no reason to be cruel, especially when he would be doing it just because he could.

no, instead he lifts his shirt above his belt and pushes the leather through the buckle.

your eyes light up, luke can see it, and he laughs.

you sit back on your heels, hands in your lap while you patiently wait for permission. if you had a tail, he’s sure it would be wagging by now.

when luke has his belt undone and his pants open, he drops his hands to his side and nods at you. he thinks about dangling his cock in front of you like a treat. he thinks about all the times he's made you sit with your tongue out, dragging his leaking tip along the muscle, until he allowed you to wrap your mouth around him completely.

but again, he has mercy on you.

"go ahead," he tells you, "you can go ahead, angel."

[writing-until-i-drop]

Car Sex | Tyler Owens x reader | wc: 779

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! fingering, dirty talk, Tyler's got a dirty mouth, unprotected p in v (don't forget the condom), lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Tyler had to laugh at the change in you over the last year. The first time you had driven into a tornado with him, you had been scared shitless, your nails scratching the leather of the seats from how hard you hand dug them in. That video was still one of the most popular on the channel, at first you had been embarrassed but now you wore it like a badge of honor, of how far you’d come. Now it seemed every time you drove into a tornado with him, it made you hornier than sin. You’d even tried to have sex in a tornado once but Tyler had shot down the suggestion, citing the dangers of being that distracted when there was debris flying around.

Thankfully for his sanity, the team wasn’t riding with you two today, but the second the truck stopped rocking, you were unbuckling your harness. Tyler adjusted the driver’s seat all the way back, preparing for you, before working on his own harness. You were on him the second it was undone.

“Sweetheart, you are insatiable,” 

“Are you complaining, Cowboy?” His baseball cap landed in the backseat, Tyler groaned as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Because it doesn’t feel like you are,” You ground down against him.

“Never complaining, Sweetheart,” Your shirt joined his hat in the backseat. Tyler ran his hands over the smooth skin of your back, unclipping your bra. God, the sight of you naked in front of him would never get old. Tyler loved everything about you, your sense of humor, the way you smiled at him, how you interacted with the fans, and he even loved the way you put your cold feet against him just for giggles. 

“Are you sure we can’t do this in a tornado?” You fumbled with his belt buckle, “Just a teeny, tiny, EF-1?” 

“I made a mistake turning you into an adrenaline junkie,” Tyler helped you with his jeans, pushing them down to his knees, then pulling down your shorts. Next to go was his shirt.

“I’ll win you over one day,” You kissed him hungrily. Tyler was sure you’d try to convince him but he would always put your safety first. He reached between you, pushing aside your underwear, finding you already wet for him. He closed his eyes, slipping a finger inside of you. Fuck, he loved how turned on you got after a tornado, but he’d never tell you that. It would just encourage you. “Tyler,” You moaned, resting your head on his shoulder, grinding yourself down on his hand.

“That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me,” You shook your head, whining. Tyler smirked, knowing exactly what that meant. “Need a little more? Yeah, you always need more of me. Don’t you, baby?” He added a second finger, swallowing your mons with a kiss as your first orgasm washed over you. He’d be damned if you only came once when you were with him. Twice was the minimum. 

“Need you,” You whined when he removed his fingers but he didn’t leave you wanting for long, guiding you down on his cock. “So good,” You buried your face in his neck, letting Tyler do all the work. Not that he was complaining. 

“Taking me so well,” He thrust upwards, burying himself inside of you. “You’re so fucking good for me.” 

“Love you so much,” You kissed Tyler, moaning into his mouth as he set as fast as of a pace as the cramped space would let him.

“I love you too baby,” He wasn’t going to last long with you squeezing him like a vice. “Cum with me, get yourself there.” It didn’t take long for you to have worked yourself up, you head thrown back, the perfect position for Tyler to add to the collection of fading hickeys on your neck. He loved seeing you with his marks on your neck, a clear sign to other chasers and to everyone on the internet that you were his. 

“Gonna cum,” You moaned, stroking Tyler’s ego with how fucking hot you sounded. He wasn’t far behind you.

“Cum for me, baby. Want to feel you cumming on my cock,” His words sent you over the edge, Tyler following right after you, spilling inside of you as he continued to move you up and down on him, squeezing your hips tight. 

After a few minutes, sitting in silence, trading soft kisses and I love yous, you grinned at him, biting your bottom lip.

“You sure we can’t do round two in a tornado?” Tyler groaned, head dropping onto your shoulder. He blamed the post-orgasm brain rot for even considering the idea.

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CoD Headcanon: General Keegan Russ Thoughts

I want to write for Keegan so bad, you guys don’t understand— so here’s some general headcanons because I need a baseline for when I write for him

found family oriented!! calling people ‘kid’, very protective of his team? yes and yes. he also has a canon age (38 in 2027, 35 as of 2024) which makes me immensely happy - he’ll take you under his wing, has solid advice and an easygoing attitude about helping you

quiet and has resting bitch face, but he’s nice when you get him talking. has a fast draining social battery outside of the field, he’ll talk and socialize when it’s called for, but otherwise he’s fine with letting people he’s close with talk for him

Keegan has an actual sense of fashion, it’s just very simple. keeps his civvies nice and clean, no holes or loose threads if he can help it. prefers a simple pair of jeans, a nice leather belt, maybe a black t-shirt - but, he’s a jacket man. owns a handful of bomber and leather jackets. he’s also got a small collection of nice, leather shoes, casual and formal, all taken care of and treated

in a platonic relationship, Keegan isn’t afraid of casual contact. a pat on the back here, a shoulder nudge there. ruffles your hair even if you complain about it. he’s great at maintaining eye contact, can you maintain eye contact? keep looking at those icy blue eyes, it feels like they’re staring into your soul. speaking of staring, another CoD man I vehemently believe will stare at you, no questions asked. cold gaze boring into you— when was the last time he blinked?

in a romantic relationship, Keegan is a provider through and through. you can work if you want to, he won’t moan about you leaving to put hours in, but he also wouldn’t mind you just staying home. he might look reserved and unapproachable, but with you? he’s all lopsided smiles and smitten gazes

pampers you, you might as well let him. he’ll come home with stuff for you just because he thought you might like it - a shirt with your favorite media’s logo on it, a coffee mug with a cute print, an item you like to collect. he’s very attentive, has a keen eye and sharp memory when it comes to you

Keegan P. Russ is a ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘babygirl’ sort of guy. period. ‘doll’, ‘pretty thing’, and ‘sweetheart’ are also on the table, and he will croon and coo at you, voice a little raspy as he gets your attention. and, oh, he’s making hard eye contact with you. he’ll chuckle if you look away, his intense gaze never faltering, “What? What’s wrong? Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby.”

also, Keegan is canonically fluent in Spanish… and with his voice? oh man, he’ll be lowly whispering into your ear, ‘corazón’, ‘amor’, ‘bebé’ - he doesn’t stop with the pet names, will not quit. if he hear’s a friend refer to you by your name he’ll jokingly correct them, “Who? Oh, you mean my baby?”

constantly a menace and he knows it. unlike Simon “Ghost” Riley who at least pretends he’s doing nothing, Keegan will make it known. you want him to come over to you? I don’t know, “What’s in it for me, doll face? A kiss? Make it two.”. he’ll dodge your hugs and kisses sometimes just to be a pain in the ass, gets a good chuckle out of him when you snap at him to just stand still already

low-key a brat sometimes, he likes messing with you because it gets his heart pumping, a pleasant warmth blooming in his chest. it’s less mean spirited, more ‘your cat loves you, but it will be a pain’ - if he ever goes too far he’ll apologize. he can read a room pretty well, but sometimes he can get a little too condescending when teasing you. he’s competent when it comes to communication, he’s got the emotional availability for it, soft spoken words and a hushed tone when he knows he messed up

Keegan Russ does his absolute best to make you feel loved - platonic and romantic. he’ll listen to you intently, body relaxed as he takes in your words and voice. he makes sure people listen to you when you speak, if someone tries talking over you Keegan will shut them down immediately, encouraging you to keep talking. he’ll wrap a protective arm around your shoulders, walking closest to the road when you’re out and about

he’d fight anyone that hurts or threatens his close-knit friends - his family. he’s the type to get silently emotional if one of his friends has to leave for a prolonged period of time, he knows they’re out there, but it feels like they’re gone. if you ever have to be away from him for more than a couple days, unrelated to deployments, Keegan is keeping in contact with you as best he can

guys I’m on my knees, send Keegan blurbs and thoughts to my inbox I need to write for this man my brain won’t shut up—

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[ID: a digital drawing of damien, an anthro german shepherd mage. he has spikey cream bangs, various piercings in his ears, blue eyes, a red collar with gold spikes, and a punkish outfit consisting of a cropped vest, an even shorter fishnet top, spiked and studded bracelets and leather glove, a dark red studded belt, and black shorts with red stitching and frayed ends. all of the metals on his outfit are gold. damien crouches on one knee with a smug expression on his face, slinging a baseball bat made of purple magic over one shoulder, and wields a glove and ball made of this same magic in his other hand. the background gradients from purple to black with a mess of warm colored splatters on top. /end ID]