#leather belts 2024

[sunnetherlands]

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

[newestcool]

The Buckle Large Leather Handbag With Belt of the Prada s/s 2024 rtw collection Creative Director Miuccia Prada & Raf Simons Newest Cool

[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]

[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

[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 «

disallowed for random

more of #my cc

Download links under the cut - early access (public Jan 18th, 2024) RELEASED

Sunny Collection ☀️

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downloads   ||   #my cc   ||   recolors of my cc   ||   ☕️

[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.

[syoddeye]

kinktober 2024! 🎃 completed

all prompts are x reader.

some entries are dark (contain noncon, etc.) and will be flagged/tagged as such.

this will definitely spill over into november and beyond. my bad.

primarily using this list by @/absurdthirst, but skipped/changed some themes.

breast worship, nikolai x f!reader

double penetration, ghost/nikolai x f!reader [dark]

public sex, ghost x f!reader [dark]

leather, soap x gn!reader

rough sex, price x f!reader

rut, price x f!reader [dark]

virgin, gaz x f!reader

cockwarming, ghost x gn!reader

anal, nikolai x transmasc!reader

lingerie, ghost x f!reader [dark]

shaving, price x f!reader

sex toys, gaz x f!reader

aftercare, kate x f!reader

makeup sex, ghoap x reader

jealousy & outdoor sex, soap x transmasc!reader

anonymous/stranger & belt, kate x f!reader

period sex, soap x f!reader [dark]

massaging, kate x f!reader

morning sex, gaz x f!reader

threesome, gazsoap x f!reader

bath sex, ghost x transmasc!reader [dark]

deepthroating, price x gn!reader [dark]

breeding & cnc, price x f!reader

free use, gaz x f!reader

borrowed clothes, soap x f!reader

seduction, price x f!reader

lap dances, nikolai x f!reader [dark]

phone sex, gaz x f!reader

hunter & prey, kate x f!reader [dark]

sex pollen, nikolai x f!reader [dark]

reflection

banner by @/cafekitsune

[mahoganygold213]

Schiaparelli |Spring Summer 2024 Haute Couture

[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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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

After seeing Hongjoong chained to the chair in the MATZ mv, I can’t get the thought out of my head of having him tied up on a chair, sucking him off and teasing the ever loving hell out of him. He’d be begging for you to stop and just let him cum, but you wouldn’t let up that easily 🫣

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙

Pairing: Switch!Kim Hongjoong x switch!fem reader

Content Includes: oral (male receiving), teasing, edging, overstimulation, chair sex, clothed sex, restraints, possessive!joong, fingering, aftercare, classic signature of reader being called 'angel', 18+

Word Count: 2.3K

You had never seen Hongjoong like this before. His usual confidence, his commanding presence, was nowhere to be found. Instead, there he was—dark hair falling into his eyes, wrists bound to the arms of a chair, legs tied to the chair’s legs, utterly at your mercy.

The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows over his bare chest. His breath was already uneven, his eyes fixated on you with an intense hunger that made your heart race. His lips were parted slightly, as if preparing to speak, but no words came out—only a soft exhale as he watched you step closer.

‘You look so good like this, Joong,’ you purred, running your fingertips up his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles. He shivered under your touch, his body reacting to the light caress, and you felt a rush of power from knowing just how much control you had over him.

His head tilted back slightly, exposing the smooth skin of his neck, the silver chain around his throat glinting in the low light. His dark eyes, now hooded with lust, followed your every move, the sight of you so close to him yet out of reach driving him mad.

‘Please…’ His voice was strained, desperate already, and you hadn’t even started.

You smirked, leaning down until your lips hovered near his ear. ‘Please, what?’

He let out a frustrated groan, tugging at his restraints, but the ropes held him firmly in place. ‘Please… just… touch me.’

Your lips brushed his ear as you spoke, barely above a whisper. ‘You want my touch, baby?’

Hongjoong let out a quiet whimper, a sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. ‘Yes,’ he breathed, his voice shaking with need. ‘I need you.’

You chuckled softly, moving your lips down his neck, pressing light kisses to his skin. His breath hitched, and you could feel him pulling against the restraints, trying to reach you, but he was helpless. Completely at your mercy.

‘Not yet,’ you whispered, your fingers grazing the waistband of his pants. ‘I’m not going to make this easy for you.’

His hips shifted involuntarily as you slowly undid his belt, teasing him by dragging the leather through the loops with painstaking slowness. The tension between you was palpable, and Hongjoong’s moans became more frequent, more needy, as he felt the cool air against his bare skin once you had tugged his pants down, freeing him.

You knelt between his legs, your hands running up his thighs, feeling the tremor of anticipation in his body. His cock stood painfully hard, glistening at the tip, and the sight made you bite your lip in excitement. Hongjoong was always so composed, always in control. But now, here in this moment, he was the one begging for you.

Your fingers wrapped around him gently, and his whole body jolted at the contact. His head fell back, and a deep, guttural moan escaped his lips. ‘Fuck…’ he groaned, his voice strained.

You began to stroke him slowly, enjoying the way his body tensed and shuddered under your hand. Each time you squeezed, his hips jerked up, trying to thrust into your palm, but the restraints kept him grounded, his movements completely reliant on you.

Leaning forward, you licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it before taking him into your mouth. Hongjoong let out a broken moan, his head lolling back against the chair. His thighs tensed beneath your hands as you slowly began to take him deeper, your tongue teasing the sensitive underside.

‘God, please,’ he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. ‘Don’t stop…’

But you had no intention of stopping. Instead, you pulled back slightly, sucking gently on the head before lowering yourself again, taking more of him into your mouth. Hongjoong’s breath came in ragged pants, his body trembling with the effort to stay still, even though it was clear he wanted to thrust into your mouth, to take control.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder as you moved your hand to the base of his cock, stroking in tandem with your mouth. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his voice thick with pleasure as he begged for release.

‘Please… please let me cum,’ he whimpered, his eyes fluttering open, dark with lust as they locked onto yours.

You pulled back, your lips wet and swollen, and gave him a teasing smile. ‘Not yet.’

Hongjoong let out a frustrated cry, his hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to chase the pleasure you were withholding. ‘Please, please, I can’t take it…’

You licked a slow stripe up his length, savoring the way his whole body shuddered beneath you. His hands clenched into fists, tugging at the ropes again, but it was futile. He was at your mercy, completely powerless, and you were loving every second of it.

You took him back into your mouth, this time deeper, your tongue swirling around him as you bobbed your head slowly, deliberately dragging out his pleasure. His moans turned into whimpers, high-pitched and breathless, the sounds sending a thrill through you.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna…’ His voice was shaky, broken, and you knew he was close. So, you pulled back completely, letting his cock fall from your lips with a wet pop.

Hongjoong’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his dark eyes glazed over with lust and frustration. ‘No… please…’ he begged, his voice trembling with need.

You smirked, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you rose to your feet. ‘You’ll get to cum,’ you promised, your fingers grazing over his chest as you straddled his lap, grinding yourself against him teasingly. ‘But on my terms.’

He groaned, his hips jerking up, trying to find some relief against your warmth, but you kept your movements slow and deliberate, making sure to keep him on edge.

You guided him to your entrance, lowering yourself onto him inch by inch, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way. Hongjoong let out a choked moan, his head falling back, eyes screwed shut as he fought to hold himself together.

‘You feel so good,’ you whispered against his neck, your lips brushing his skin. ‘You’re such a good boy, Joong. So perfect for me.’

He whimpered at your praise, his whole body trembling beneath you. You rode him slowly at first, your hands gripping the back of the chair as you moved your hips, each roll of your body sending sparks of pleasure through both of you.

‘Please,’ he groaned, his voice strained and desperate. ‘I need to cum… I need you…’

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your tongue sliding against his as you picked up the pace, riding him harder, faster. His whimpers turned into deep, guttural moans, his hips lifting off the chair as much as the restraints allowed, meeting your movements with equal fervor.

‘Cum for me, Joong,’ you whispered against his lips, your own climax building rapidly as you watched him unravel beneath you. ‘I want to feel you.’

That was all it took. With a strangled cry, Hongjoong came undone, his body shaking violently as he spilled inside you, his moans broken and desperate. The sight of him, so wrecked and vulnerable, was enough to push you over the edge, and you came with him, your body trembling as pleasure washed over you in waves.

For a moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the faint creak of the chair as you both came down from your high. You leaned against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, both of you utterly spent.

‘That was…’ Hongjoong whispered, his voice hoarse and breathless.

‘Perfect,’ you finished for him, pressing a soft kiss to his neck before finally untying the ropes that had bound him.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you close, his fingers gently stroking your back as he held you against him.

As the two of you came down from your high, the world around you faded away, leaving only the sound of your heavy breaths and the gentle thrum of your racing hearts. You leaned against Hongjoong, savoring the moment, until you noticed the ropes still binding his wrists to the chair.

With a soft smile, you reached to untie him, slowly loosening the restraints that had kept him at your mercy. The moment you released his wrists, you felt a shift in the air—a surge of energy as Hongjoong's eyes darkened, a smirk spreading across his lips.

Before you could react, he had you pinned back against the chair, his hands gripping your thighs and holding you firmly in place. ‘Now it’s my turn,’ he growled, his voice low and commanding.

You gasped, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at the sudden shift in power. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, ‘You thought you could have all the fun, didn’t you?’

Hongjoong’s fingers dug into your thighs, and you could feel the heat radiating from him as he pressed his body against yours. The playful glint in his dark eyes told you that he was more than ready to take charge, and your heart raced at the prospect.

‘You’re so cute when you think you’re in control,’ he teased, his lips brushing against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. ‘But now I get to make you feel just as good… or maybe even better.’

With a swift motion, he flipped you around, positioning you so your back was against the seat of the chair, his body hovering over you. You could feel the weight of him, the undeniable power he exuded now that he was in control.

‘You wanted to tease me?’ he said, his voice thick with desire. ‘Now, let’s see how you handle it when I’m the one in charge.’

Hongjoong’s hands traveled down your sides, his fingers trailing along your skin as he took his time exploring your body. Every touch ignited sparks of electricity, making your skin tingle with anticipation. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours as he delved deeper, the kiss filled with both tenderness and urgency.

As his hands gripped your waist, he lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his hips. With a swift motion, he sank back into you, his cock filling you completely as he pushed deep, eliciting a moan from your lips.

‘You feel so good wrapped around me’ he growled, his voice dripping with lust. ‘I could stay in your tight, pretty cunt forever'.

His thrusts were firm and commanding, each one pulling you closer to the edge once more. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he took you higher, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The way he dominated you was intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as he hit all the right spots.

‘Tell me how good it feels,’ he demanded, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

‘So good, Joong,’ you gasped, your breath hitching as he quickened his pace. ‘Please don’t stop!’

He chuckled softly, a deep rumble that sent vibrations through your body. ‘I won’t,’ he promised, his voice low and sultry as he picked up the pace, driving you wild with each thrust.

But you needed more. The pleasure was building inside you, yet you craved that final push. As he continued to thrust into you, you reached down between your legs, your fingers finding your clit, and you began to circle it softly.

‘That’s it, angel,’ Hongjoong encouraged, his voice low and sultry, a fire igniting in his gaze as he watched your fingers move. ‘You know what you need. Don’t hold back.’

The added stimulation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, and you bit your lip, moaning softly as you felt the heat rising. His thrusts grew faster, deeper, and your fingers worked faster against your sensitive bud, every flick sending you closer to the edge.

‘Just like that,’ he urged, his own breaths becoming ragged. ‘I want to feel you cum for me’

With his words fueling your desire, you quickened your movements, pushing yourself closer to that sweet release. The pleasure coiled tight in your belly, ready to snap. Hongjoong’s thrusts became more urgent, driving you higher and higher.

‘You're mine, my angel,’ he whispered, his hand reaching to play with your right nipple, sending you spiraling towards bliss.

With a final push, you surrendered to the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, feeling your body tighten around him as you reached your peak.

As the waves of ecstasy finally subsided, Hongjoong slowed his movements, gently easing himself out of you before kneeling in front of you on the chair. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he peppered soft kisses along your shoulder.

‘You did so well,’ he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. ‘I’m so proud of you.’

You smiled, feeling the contentment settle over you as you snuggled against him, your heart full. In that moment, you knew you would always cherish this encounter—a beautiful balance of power and vulnerability, passion and trust.

But as you enjoyed the afterglow, you felt Hongjoong shift in front of you. With a swift motion, he was spreading your thighs apart with his strong hands, eyes sparkling with mischief.

‘You didn’t think I was done, did you?’ he asked, his voice laced with playful challenge.

Your heart raced at his words, excitement coursing through you again. This time, he took full control, leaning in towards your naval.

‘Let’s see how well you can handle me now,’ he said, a wicked grin on his lips as he kissed your inner thigh, biting the skin lightly before licking it, eager to take you on another wild ride through pleasure.

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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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𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌 - 𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

kinktober 2024 masterlist

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut

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You don’t even hear him come in at first, too focused on the paperwork scattered across your desk. The quiet clink of keys, the faint click of the door closing behind him — none of it registers until Rafe’s hands are on your hips, his body pressing up against your back as he towers over you, his breath hot against your ear.

“Rafe,” you start, your voice coming out more surprised than you meant it to.

You glance over your shoulder, catching the dark, hungry look in his eyes. There’s no mistaking what he wants, what he’s been thinking about since he stepped through that door. He doesn’t say anything at first, his fingers tightening around your waist as his hips grind against your ass, letting you feel just how hard he already is.

“You’re busy?” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, laced with a dangerous edge of impatience.

You swallow hard, trying to focus on the pile of work in front of you. “I was just—”

But Rafe doesn’t let you finish. His hand slides up to the back of your neck, gripping just tight enough to make you gasp as he presses you forward, pinning you to the desk. The papers scatter across the surface, but you barely notice. Not with Rafe’s body pressed up against yours, his hand sliding down to your thigh, lifting your skirt higher.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all day,” he growls, his breath hot against your ear as he leans down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “I can’t stop thinking about you. And now I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think either.”

Your heart skips a beat, the roughness of his words sending a jolt of excitement through your body. You feel the tension in his grip, the barely-contained frustration that’s been building all day, and you know there’s no stopping him now.

He doesn’t wait for a response — he doesn’t need one. His hand moves under your skirt, yanking your panties down in one swift motion, leaving you exposed and vulnerable against the desk. The cool air hits your skin, but it’s quickly replaced by the heat of Rafe’s body, his fingers already sliding between your legs, finding you wet and ready for him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his fingers teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?”

You bite your lip, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers work over your clit, building the heat inside you with a maddening rhythm. “Rafe…”

He doesn’t let you finish. His fingers slide inside you, filling you with a force that makes you gasp, your hips bucking against his hand as he sets a rough, unrelenting pace. The sound of your slick arousal fills the room, and you can feel his breath hitch behind you, his control slipping with every thrust of his fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, his voice thick with desire. His free hand grips your waist, holding you steady as he thrusts his fingers deeper, harder, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement.

You try to brace yourself against the desk, your fingers digging into the wood as the pleasure builds inside you, overwhelming and all-consuming. Rafe’s presence behind you is overpowering, his body pressing into yours, his breath hot against your neck as he watches you fall apart beneath his touch.

“Rafe,” you gasp, your voice barely a whisper as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. “Please…”

But Rafe isn’t done with you yet.

In one swift motion, he pulls his fingers out of you, and before you can protest, he’s undoing his belt, the sound of the leather slipping through the loops making your pulse quicken. His hand tightens on your waist, and then you feel him—hard, thick, and ready—pressing against your entrance.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” he growls, his voice low, rough with need. “I’m not stopping until you’re screaming my name.”

You don’t even have time to respond before he thrusts into you, filling you completely in one smooth, powerful motion. The sensation of him stretching you has your back arching off the desk, a gasp escaping your lips as your fingers clutch the edge of the wood, desperate for something to hold onto.

Rafe doesn’t give you a moment to adjust. His hips snap against yours, setting a brutal pace that has the desk creaking beneath you, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Every thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, your body reacting to the sheer force of him, the way he’s taking you like he’s been waiting all day for this moment.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his hand sliding up your back, pushing you down against the desk again, making sure you feel every inch of him as he fucks you harder. “You’re mine. You know that?”

You can barely think, your mind foggy from the overwhelming pleasure, but you manage to nod, your breath coming in shallow gasps. “Yes,” you breathe, your voice shaky. “I’m yours, Rafe.”

His grip tightens on your hips, and his pace quickens, his hips slamming into yours with a force that sends you closer and closer to the edge. The heat between you is unbearable, the pressure building inside you until you feel like you’re going to explode.

“Come for me,” Rafe growls, his hand sliding between your legs, his fingers circling your clit in quick, desperate strokes. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words are enough to send you over the edge. Your body seizes, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, your fingers gripping the desk so hard your knuckles turn white. You cry out his name, your entire body trembling as the pleasure tears through you, wave after wave of overwhelming sensation.

Rafe isn’t far behind. His grip on your hips tightens, his pace becoming erratic as he drives into you one last time, his release hitting him with a low, guttural groan. You can feel him spilling inside you, his body shaking as he rides out the aftershocks, his chest heaving as he collapses against your back.

For a moment, the only sound is the ragged breathing between the two of you, the tension in the room finally breaking as the heat fades.

Rafe’s hand slides up your back, pulling you gently toward him, his lips brushing against your neck. “Fuck,” he mutters, his voice still rough but softer now. “You’re perfect.”

You smile, still breathless, as you turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “And you’re trouble.”

He grins, that dark, dangerous look still lingering in his eyes. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”