#pale blue mini skirt

[kirstysdreams]

[violetpixiedust]

thinking about spending a day at the beach with your bf jj and the rest of the pogues. ♡

18+. afab reader. no description of appearance. fluff/smut. use of ‘papa’ once, mentions of spanking. shy!kook!reader x dom!jj.

in between searching for the cross, evading the law, and intense fights with the kooks, a beach day was certainly a nice escape from an otherwise hectic lifestyle.

the sand is warm and pale beneath your knees as you sit in your cute little bikini beside jj’s damp body. he’s laid along a ratty old towel, littered with a few holes and fraying at the edges. beads of saltwater meld themselves within his tan skin from his previous surfing exertion, eager to soak up the sunlight with you now that he’s gotten his adrenaline fix. you had been searching for seashells and sea glass with kiara while the boys were out on the water. ending up with a good sized pouch by the time your boyfriend ran up to meet you on the shore, shaking out his soaking dirty blonde locks at you like a dog. squeals and joyful giggles left your lipgloss coated pout, strumming alongside the seagulls.

absentmindedly, you hum when your manicured nails sort through your small treasures, careful not to let them get lost in the never ending sand. it isn’t until you notice your boyfriend’s baritone voice humming alongside you that you burst into giggles. you meet his sea-foam blue eyes from where they peak out above his black sunglasses, frames falling to the bridge of his lightly freckled nose. one of your pearly teeth reach out to bite along your plush bottom lip, shyly taking in the handsome sight of jj laid beside you.

damp swim trunks hang low on his paler hips, golden happy trail leading you up to the toothpick balancing between his freshly licked lips. the pogue grins slyly in amusement, satisfaction at your sudden shyness running through his veins like the sweetest high. “c’mere, princess. up.” you don’t have time to check for the whereabouts of your friends before the large palm of jj’s hand crudely reaches underneath your thigh, skin burning as he leads you to straddle his torso. you briefly hear pope gagging and john b’s amused laughter behind you, but ultimately choose to ignore them when jj’s calloused fingertips reach out to play with the hem of your swimsuit, effectively distracting you. “‘gonna show me those pretty little rocks takin’ up all of your attention now?”

you nod with a soft smile, shyly avoiding jj’s heady gaze for a moment, unknowing to the way his expression softens incredibly at the sweetness emitting from you. floaty and radiant, like his own personal angel. his calloused thumbs rub soothing circles along your hips as he watches you begin to explain each piece of sea glass you chose, head feeling as if it were underwater still with how gorgeous you are. his ringed fingers faintly shake when he thinks about how undeserving he is for someone like you. an angel from figure eight. outer banks pride and joy. who used to send him a shy little wave at the boneyard, eyelashes fluttering when he would wave back, his split lip pulling up into a smirk at the dazed look that overtook you. the girl who now jumped onto the back of his bike in boarder-line scandalous mini skirts, sweet and powdery perfume clouding the pogue’s judgement for a second too long. until your freshly done nails would dig into his waist, melodic voice urging your pogue boyfriend to hurry up and drive. the overprotective housekeeper would attempt to chase after the two of you with a broom in her wrinkled hand, before being buried by the dust billowing beneath the bike’s spinning wheels every single time.

it isn’t until you hold up a few pieces of sea glass to the side of his face with a cheer of excitement that he tunes back in. “mm, what’s the squealing for, cupcake?”

“i found a piece that looks like your eyes. see!” you bend over to get a closer look at the comparison, completely unaware of the way your tits push up together near jj’s face. a shaky breath leaves your boyfriend’s bitten lips, his suddenly rosy cheeks startling you for a moment before you feel the noticeable shift of his hips beneath you. instead of gasping cutely and sitting up like jj expected you to, your moment of realization morphs into a sly expression.

and jj knew that look.

“don’t-“ you riskily pay no mind to your boyfriend’s warning tone, “innocently” slinking back along his body with a soprano sigh. your manicured nails rake over his abdomen on your path backwards, cupped heat just brushing past the now obvious tent in jj’s swim trunks-

instantly, the pogue manhandles you into place. you squeak at the firmness of his ringed grip, heart pumping with adrenaline when his sun kissed hands force your back against his warm chest in record speed. shark tooth necklace digging between your shoulder blades. your bum pushes against jj’s erection with a final maneuver- now out of sight, but still painfully hard against you.

“whoa. chill out, mike tyson-“ john b drunkly remarks with a surprised laugh before sipping on his nearly finished can of pbr, blissfully unaware of the previous situation. meanwhile, sarah smirks knowingly at the two of you from beside her aloof boyfriend, meeting your playful gaze with one of her own.

you’re about to suggest a game with a mischievous wiggle of your hips, clearly not learning your lesson- before jj’s long fingers cup your jaw from behind, gripping you in place. the blonde’s rosy lips press to your ear, his left hand intertwining with your own smaller one, voice low. “y’not going anywhere, duchess. need you to calm down and behave. unless you want me to spank you raw on this beach in front of our friends, hm?”

your breath hitches with surprise at the threat as you watch kiara and pope run back from the ocean dripping saltwater, jj’s words echoing in the now hollow structure of your head. “and if you’re good,” the blonde nods your head up and down for you like a ragdoll for good measure, smirk curling along his chapped lips with faux innocence gleaming from his eyes. he’s more than aware of the pressure building between your pretty legs, your glossy eyes looking up at him for guidance. not to mention the shivers that clatter down your spine at the idea of being put in your place for everyone on the beach to see. all he could do was harden at the thought. “papa’ will let ya show him which one of these rocks he can put on your pretty little finger soon, yeah?”.

the pogue waits for you to nod your own head ‘yes’ like a big girl before placing a kiss on the crown of your head. your shy expression stays hidden against his heart, a giddy smile drawing across your glossy lips as you think about your future with jj.

needless to say, you behaved for the rest of the afternoon.

[sweetteainthesummerx]

begin again!

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nhl masterlist !

series masterlist!

pairings: popstar!reader x quinn hughes

warnings: mutual pining, fluff, slight angst, toxic past relationships

summary: you find love, for real this time.

word count: 1.2 k

notes: new writing! ty for all of ur patience

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you're in the club, eyes red-rimmed and feet sore.

four months since you've broken up with your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend.

the song lyrics and scribbled pen-inked paper around your piano in your apartment shows for it.

even now, as a remix of one of your songs plays loudly (the over zealous dj definitely saw you and probably hopes he gets signed or something), you chest twists.

the things he's done, it makes you question if love is real. your friends insist that it does, and you humour them with a complacent, teeth-bared smile.

your mind is in overdrive; this is good for your career, terrible for your gear-shifting mind.

and because you're a woman in a man's field, you thank the universe for leaking his texts with his co-star during your tour: you've been going viral and garnering an insane amount of attention.

although people are sympathizing with you, you just want to be loved. loved without hesitations and loved with careful hands and words.

you've been working your butt of to take your mind off of your quarter life crisis, but between the european leg of the tour and the north american one, you take a break when your family begs you to.

so now, you're out with your girls, wishing you were on your couch with a glass of expensive red, maybe with your guitar.

anywhere but here, where the booming music and smell of tequila reminds you so much of him. you sigh self-deprecatingly, that should've been your first red flag.

rainie, your best friend, notices your stiffness, and the blankness your eyes are covered by.

she hates your ex. he took a lovely, soft and kind soul and absolutely pushed you over the edge with all of his lying, cheating and manipulating. she is never letting you date an actor ever again.

she swears she's going to make sure that you're happy: even if it doesn't involve love, she just wants you to be you again.

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"hey, hun. i know you're tired," your manager says, and grimaces when you throw her a dirty glare, "but some of the canucks team is here, and they have a jersey for you. before you say anything-" you groan, "just like, two pictures!"

you know it'll be at least thirty minutes, but you agree, because your dad would be upset (ever since you were little a game was always on at your house) and you are from vancouver, so this is good for press.

you walk out, the mini skirt and bedazzled tank combo along with cute platform boots cutting into your sore body.

because you are kind (your manager is clasping her hands in thanks) and very well pr trained, you smile, shake hands, take pictures for daughters and nieces.

lastly, a gravelly voice says your name.

you turn, and you see an attractive, tall man. he's dark-haired, with big, sad puppy eyes and pale skin. he looks nothing like your ex, but you can't help stare at his pretty features.

"hi...?" you offer him a smile, and his ears turn as red as the bow in your hair.

"oh-sorry. i'm quinn. quinn hughes." he scratches his neck, hastily giving you his hand to shake.

cute, you think, as his much larger hand completely envelopes yours.

"he's our captain," the team manager beams, handing you a blue and green jersey.

he bashfully shrugs, and you can feel yourself melt. he's so endearing, with his calm demeanor and pink cheeks.

the photographer instructs him to put his arm around you as you hold up the jersey.

and this man, oh my, he asks for your permission.

you probably most definitely know way too many douchebags, because you can't remember the last time a man has done this.

when you nod shyly, he huffs out a breath and slides a hand respectfully to the middle of your back. he helps you adjust your hair so his hand doesn't catch onto it, and the two of you smile together.

the photo receives an alarming amount of likes, and you're pleasantly surprised when he texts you later that night.

quinn

hi, your manager gave me your number when you had to leave early. i hope that's okay :)

you silently thank your manager and her meddling.

you

ofc! sorry i had to rush off

quinn

no worries

i just wanted to ask if you wanted to get coffee sometime

you

oh!

yeah okay that sounds good

might have to wait for another month though

i have to finish tour first :(

quinn

i'll wait however long i have to

sorry, i have to go i have a game tmrw

goodnight, sleep well :)

you shut your phone off, realizing with a start you've got a wide smile plastered on your face. suddenly, you're wary about him: what if he's like your ex? what if he breaks your carefully stitched up heart?

then something tells you that this boy is special, so you breathe deep and take a leap of faith.

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quinn finds you in the crowd of people at the bar, slipping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

after the two of you had met, you had texted for weeks before actually meeting up in person at a cafe near your apartment.

quinn listens to your stories about tour, tells his own about his brothers and the shenanigans they get up to.

he's funny, you realize, in a subtle, deadpan way that intelligent people are. he looks at you with his pretty eyes and insists on paying for your drink despite your protests.

soon enough, you find yourself at his apartment after his games, cooking dinner together and watching stupid movies. he reads the book on his coffee table to you, and lets you tuck your cold feet under his thigh.

you learn things about each other: he memorizes your scent, vanilla and ball point pen ink, you curiously graze his book shelf, his taller figure hovering behind you.

your mutual friends meet at the bar you now all frequent, and you watch with a smile as rainie argues with a hoard of massive hockey players.

"hi," you coo at him, two drinks in, and he grins, smoothing his thumb over your going out top. he asks about the song production meeting you had, and listens intently has you drunkenly ramble.

you'd started to wonder why he hasn't made a move on you yet.

you'd asked him that one night, and he had looked at you with so much candy-melded affection; silently, he ran a rough hand gently up your calf. he told you that he cares about you: he wants to get everything right, because that's what you deserve.

so now, you find yourselves in a standstill, knowing you definitely like each other, but learning to be together as friends first.

however, the way he glares at any guy that comes within three feet of you tonight doesn't feel very friendly.

that night, he drives you home. you try to press - a friendly - kiss to his cheek, but you wobble on your heels and it lands more on the corner of his lips.

his eyes darken, like the way they do when you lick you fingers while cooking, or when you wear particularly short shorts.

you steady yourself on his biceps, giggling as he unlocks your door and practically carries you inside. as you scratch at the base of his neck, he gently pushes you against the wall of the entrance way.

he crowds around you, nosing at your neck. you welcome his scent, masculine and warm, and your hands find their way to his face, cupping his jaw.

your lips meet, and something clicks into place.

you sigh happily, his mouth nudging and exploring against yours. you've never felt so desired, so safe, and you murmur that against his lips.

quinn nips at the softness of your earlobe and almost shudders all over.

"i'm going to keep you," he tells you.

you laugh, and bring him closer to you.

you plan on keeping him too.

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[luveline]

maybe a reader and roan centered ficlet where roan gets to go to readers work for the day, be like her mini assistant because eddie couldn’t find anyone else to watch her while he had to do something?

ty for requesting ♡ fem reader

The phone rings at exactly 2PM as previously discussed. 

"Ro! Quick, come answer the phone for me, baby." 

Roan climbs out from under your desk where she's sorting paperclips into cuteness piles, the skirt of her best blue dress brushing your calves, her hair in a slicked back bun but coming undone as the day goes on. "What do I say?" she asks.

You pull her onto your lap. "You say, Hi, I'm Roan Munson with Cora Enterprise Limited, how may I help you?" 

She squares her features into a fierce, determined glare. Picking up your heavy grey phone, she presses her lips to the receiver and says, "Hi, I'm Roan! How can I help you, Cora?" 

Her eyebrows pinch together before smoothing, elation quick to take. "Daddy!" 

You can't hear what Eddie's saying, but you imagine it to be like, Hey, pumpkin, you sound so grown up! How's working for a mindless conglomerate as another cog in the machine working out for you? 

"It's fun." Roan tips her head back to look at you. When your gazes connect, she wiggles her thin brows. "She's fine, dad. We're having fun without you." 

Passionate garbled talk from the other side. Roan giggles and leans further into your chest, seemingly pleased when you wrap your arms around her stomach. 

"I learned how to do the printer, and the managing, but they wouldn't let me in the lab 'cos you picked shoes with cut outs. Yes, I know I asked for them, dad." Roan hands you the phone with an expression beyond her years. "He wants to talk to you." 

"Thanks, babe." You bring the phone to your ear. "Hello, Y/N speaking."

"Hello," Eddie says, his voice warm as usual, the sound like laying under the sun on a cloudless day. "Is she behaving?"

"She's being awesome. I told you, you don't have to worry about it. I'm practically alone in my office with Mel on maternity leave and Jessica trying to impress the Swedes." You stop Roan's little hand where it tries to open your top drawer, worried about the box cutter you use to unseal samples. "She's literally no fuss. I'd have her here every day if they let me." 

Roan gasps like this is the very best idea in the world and nods at you until her head looks like it's going to fall off. 

"They might have to. I can't believe it's day four of no water at the elementary. We're lucky you could take her, what are the parents who work jobs like me supposed to do?" he asks. 

"Maybe I can have them all here. Roan's a good assistant for a six year old. In fact, she's doing a better job than I was on my first day. Right, bubby?" you ask the head of curls in your lap. 

"Right!" Roan lifts her head to the receiver, her full row of top baby teeth white and shiny in the office lights. "I'm going to do the flying cabinet next!" 

"Filing," you correct. 

"Oh. That doesn't sound as fun." She wrinkles her nose. 

"Lunch first," you say. It's a good pacifier. Boring office tasks are usually easier after one of Eddie's sandwiches. 

"I'll leave you guys to it, then," Eddie says, muffled slightly by the roaring of an electric saw. "I'll try not to feel too left out over here." 

"If I were you I'd feel very left out," you say. 

"Nice. Love you, miss you, see you at five." 

You put the phone against Roan's pale ear. "Tell dad bye," you say. 

"Bye, daddy. I hope you have a nice lunch." 

Loving babble. Roan's smile gets bigger and bigger the longer Eddie talks. She stretches tall in your chair to put the phone down before twisting to wrap her arms around your shoulders, her nose cold where it presses into your throat. You bring a hand to the back of her head. 

"What's this for?" you ask, hugging her. 

"Dad said to give you one. And to say you didn't say I love you back, so, um, you're in the bad books." 

"Not the bad books," you murmur. 

"Don't worry. I get out of them all the time." 

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more eddie, roan and reader

[transladybev]

Hello lovelies, hope you had a lovely week. Well its Friday here so casual dress day! Decided I would go with the blue and cream theme today, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, coupled with a creamy front fastened mini skirt, pale blue pumps and glossy light brown ('Sahara' shade) pantyhose which feel exquisite. For those with a keen eye you may notice these heels are a bit higher than I normally wear (9cm) and show a bit of my hosed foot arch when I'm walking. It feels like a nice feminine Friday look. Let me k ow what you think. Have a great day. Lots of love Bev ❤️

[cherrycranes]

Make You Purr (Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader Summary: When you go to a college Halloween party dressed as Catwoman, you encounter your very own Batman. Word count: 2,210 Contents: (Minors DNI). P in v, unprotected sex. Author's notes: This is a collab with the lovely @fuckiingloser. Without her this fic wouldn't exist. Love you sm, bestie. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy!

The walls reverberated with an unintelligible song as you and your friends made your way into the Halloween party. You donned an affordable imitation of a Michelle Pfeiffer Catwoman costume that had brought out the perfectionist in you when you put it on that day. 

Your vision hazed with the smoke hanging in the hair and your nostrils filled with the prevailing smell of booze and weed. One by one, your costumed friends went their own separate ways, your Poison Ivy best friend leaving you last as she found her boyfriend amongst the dark. 

Nonchalantly, you ventured into the kitchen for a much needed cup of cheap vodka, unsurprised by the mess on the counter. Your drink had barely passed your tongue when a gravelly voice behind you perked up your ears:

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t Catwoman in my very kitchen…” 

Intrigued, you turned around to meet with a beautiful pair of baby blue eyes beneath a black polyester cowl: a man in a cheesy Batman costume. You smiled, amused at his roleplay and at the coincidental match. He walked over to you and poured himself a drink.

“Is this your party, Batman?” You played along, aided by your own masked confidence and the alcohol from the party before this one. A small smirk formed upon his full lips and he nodded.

“Indeed it is…” He said, taking a good look at you. “You’re Adam's girlfriend's friend aren’t you?” 

You nodded and smiled as you took another sip. “I am.” 

Your eyes studied his, unable to look away. They were the prettiest shade of pale blue with dilated pupils and lovely long eyelashes. He, on the other hand, studied you in all your Catwoman glory. Your shape, the way the costume hugged you. He paid special attention to your thighs, all thanks to the tiny black skirt you had selected to make up for the lack of tight black leather pants in your closet. 

“Now tell me… Am I gonna have to tie you up to keep you out of trouble, Catwoman?” He asked with a smirk before downing the rest of his vodka and setting his cup down. A shameless hand came to rest on your hip as you leaned against the counter. His finger, quite thick and lightly calloused, touched the exposed skin with gentleness, right between your black corset top and your mini skirt. You smirked, looking up at him.

“Isn’t a little trouble…fun…?” You purred playfully and he flashed that pretty smile at you that made your heart beat faster and the space between your legs tingle. He was older, and so incredibly hot. It was hard to not want to devour him whole.

 “I guess that all depends on the kind of trouble you’re into…” He whispered, his own smirk never faltering. His large hand gripped your hip a little tighter and his face came closer to yours, just enough to let you take in the mix of mint chewing gum and vodka on his mouth.

Almost hypnotized by the blue of his eyes or by the feel of his hand on you, you kept talking with him. Drinking, flirting and chuckling for what felt like hours but most likely was only around 20 minutes. The confidence and the alcohol in his veins had made him grow bolder and handsier. Before you knew it, his arm was wrapped around your beautiful frame and the fingertips of his hand on the exposed small of your back were tracing light circles.

He was a film senior, he told you. Your eyebrows behind your mask rose in a surprised interest.

 “Oh! So that's why you’re Batman tonight, huh?” You checked him out once more before speaking again. “You know… I personally thought Scarecrow was way hotter than Batman…” Your voice dropped to a whisper, making you lean closer to his ear. “But tonight Batman's looking pretty good…”

His grin widened, you could almost see the confidence boost you gave him translate into an even bolder desire in his eyes.

 “You’re looking pretty fucking hot yourself…” He whispered back with a lean to your ear. Slowly, his eyes lowered to your cleavage, taking a quick visual dip inside before returning back up to your face. “Any chance of me getting to make your kitty purr for me tonight?” His voice was pure velvet, his touch just as much as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. His hold on you tightened and he brushed up against you, allowing you to feel the growing hard on in his pants.

Heat traveled to your cheeks and you smiled. He picked up on the slight bite you gave your own lip. In other, sober, circumstances, you would have felt much more shy. But the alcohol in your system and the heat between your thighs had made you bold for once. 

“Only if you pinky swear that I'll come first…” Softer words had never been spoken against his lips, less coming from a beauty like you. Temptation lured him in and he took off the fabric cowl off his face, barely allowing you to study each feature that had been covered up as his lips crashed into yours. Slowly, your arms wrapped around his neck. Your hands were unable to resist the urge to bury themselves in the dark brown curls at the back of his head.

The fever rose between you, the kiss became deeper, hungrier. His hands slid down smoothly down to your ass and under your miniskirt. He groaned lightly into your mouth as he grabbed a fistful of soft flesh.

You got lost in each other's lips and in the ravenous heat. A few minutes passed, and he pulled back enough to whisper with a seductive smile of reddened lips:

“Why don’t we go somewhere… More private, hmm? Somewhere I can touch your pretty little pussy under this sexy costume?” He whispered sensually into your ear and straight to your wet cunt that only got slicker with each word. You nodded a little “Yes, please” that came with a smirk, and he needed no more.

His hand intertwined with yours, first leading you through the thick, disguised crowd of the party to a bedroom, only to find it locked. He tried another… locked too. That was when he saw the open door of the bathroom at the end of the hall and turned to look at you with mischievous compliance. 

With a twist on the knob it was game on. He led you in, shut the door and locked it behind you, his arms quickly picking you up and setting you on top of the counter right next to the sink. Hungrily, he parted your legs, making room for him to stand in between. The fire in his eyes grew dangerous when he saw your tiny skirt ride up your thighs and expose a nice surprise for him: the little pink lace thong you wore.

“Pretty in pink…” He whispered through his smirk, a thumb slowly tracing up the fabric of your thong and finding a little wet patch.

“And look at that…” He mused, rubbing hard circles over your clothed clit. “You’ve got me so fucking hard, you know that?” His breath fanned your earlobe, the skin of his lips dangerously close to you. You nodded, the lip bite you did muffling your gentle moan ever so slightly. You caught a glimpse of those beautiful eyes, sinking into the trance.

Wasting no time, your Batman ripped off his cheap costume, giving you a better view of his erection growing bigger, along with the free space you needed to reach out and touch his cock over his gray briefs.

“That's all for you baby…” He groaned and purred. “Let’s take these little panties off, hmm?” 

Gently, he did. Your pink thong slid down your legs and got tossed aside. His eyes feasted on the sight of you all wet and needy.

“Fuck… This pussy really is pretty...” He licked his lips after the soft whisper reached your ears. His hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer, sitting you on the edge of the counter. The perfect distance for him to delve into your mouth thirstily. Both your tongues melted together, only the need for air separating you from him after a steamy minute. 

Your gaze succumbed to the urge of looking at his aching hard cock, finding the tip already uncovered, dripping and begging for you.

“You like what you see?” He grinned when you nodded.

“Big...” Your eyes took in the glint of pride that flashed through his eyes. “Don’t know if all that will fit…” You added in a sensual tone, riling him up further.

 “Don’t worry kitty… I’ll make it fit...” He whispered. Your hand reached up to take off your own mask, but he stopped you right before you could. “...Keep that mask on… It’s fucking hot.”

You chuckled and agreed, the idea heating you further. His hand gently reached behind you to undo the bow of your corset, successfully taking it off you.

“Though… I need to see these tits… Fuck, you’re stunning.” He whispered, his baby blues roving over your almost completely naked frame besides the skirt bunched around your waist. You felt his finger teasingly slide between your sticky folds.

 “Fuck, you’re dripping for me…” He almost moaned at the feeling of your wet cunt and nearly died when he imagined all this wrapped around his throbbing cock. A reality almost at the palm of his hand.

“All for you.” You fittingly purred, and he couldn’t resist much longer. 

Quickly, almost as if he believed you would fade away in his arms at any moment, he lined himself up with your entrance, groaning at the heat that sizzled between you.

“Are you ready to purr for me baby?” His soft spoken words trickled down your lips like sweet honey, and you nodded with gentleness.

“Yes, please…” You whined, lost in your need. Just as eager, he pushed in. Inch by inch his cock filled and stretched your insides, making you moan loudly and shamelessly.

“Oh my god…” You whimpered and he only pushed in further, reveling in the feeling of you.

“Fffffuuuuck! Baby… You’re fuckin’ tight!” He groaned, looking into your eyes. Your lips returned to his own like they belonged there, sharing a hot sloppy kiss. His hips started to pound into you mercilessly, the sounds coming from between you absolutely filthy.

“Oh my god… Deeper!” You cried out, your hand clung to his arm and your nails dug into his flesh. With a moan, he pulled back a bit to watch himself fuck you. His hips snapped into you in desperation.

“Fuck- you’re so fuckin wet… This pussy is gripping my cock so fucking good baby.” He moaned, mindlessly pounding into you before leaning in to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You moaned like an absolute whore, not even caring who could hear.

“You wanna come? You wanna come on my cock?” Every word came with a deep, fast thrust. His cock hitting your sweetest spots and making you throb around him and moan. 

“Please, please…” You begged, your nails still clung to him furiously. He smirked and put his thumb on your clit, rubbing hard circles that left you weak and seeing stars.

“Oh fuck-oh-oh my god!” You rambled in between your overstimulation. Your legs hooked tightly around his pistoning hips, unable to let go. His hand worked diligently between your burning hot frames, rubbing your clit intensely. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping overpowered the loud distant beat of the music.

“Come for me baby…” He urged you, his hips drilling into you viciously. Your legs trembled and you threw your head back with eyes shut tight as the feeling rooted deeply within your cunt snapped. 

“Oh, fuck! I’m coming!” You moaned and cried out, clawing at his back. Your pussy clenched uncontrollably and you arched into him, the intense orgasm clouding your senses and making him groan in pleasure.

“Oh my god, baby…. Love feeling you come on my cock… I’m so close…” He moaned back to you, his cock twitching. His movements got sloppier when he felt you let go. With vigor, he fucked you through your orgasm and into the bathroom counter.

“I-I can’t hold on much longer-“ He stuttered. Three more hard snaps of his hips into you and he finally gave in.

“Come for me.” You whimpered to him. Your words were his command. Quickly, he pulled back right on time. Hot spurts of his cum coated your inner thigh as he moaned for you, his free hand held your hip for dear life and his beautiful eyes rolled to the back of his head.

All spent, you leaned your head on his shoulder, slowly catching your breath back. The air in the bathroom felt thicker, hotter, and filthier. The mirror had fogged up behind you and your bodies were misted in beads of sweat. After recovering a little from his own climax, your long-unmasked and undressed Batman pulled back to look at you with heavy lidded eyes. A sweet chuckle sneaking in between his labored breath.

“... I’m Neil, by the way.”

[bimbos-are-angels]

ᴅᴇʙᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

Arthur Morgan x Fem. Reader

cw: Suggestive

A/N: First Fic, it'll be a two parter!

You closed your eyes and gazed at the view above, orange skies as far as the eye could see as the bright sun set behind the mountains. Nothing could ruin your mood, you were on top of the world. “Miss?” Startled, you rushed up to find the unknown source of the strange interruption. To your surprise, you set your eyes on a stranger getting off of his horse, rugged and eyes darkened from days of traveling. “Can I help you sir?” You asked.

Setting his eyes on you, you felt more comfortable glancing up and down his figure. Broad and bent, he stood slouched, probably from the ride to your family's farmhouse. You and your papa were known in town for being hermits, rarely coming into town and when you both did, only grabbing the essentials. “ ‘Pologies for comin’ at a time like this, is yer daddy around?” You must have given him a look that indicated some sort of panic, your father had a habit of taking loans from shady people, and you knew that this man wasn’t there to sweep you off your feet like the stories you had just finished reading about. His face twisted, “Ah, I didn’t mean to startle you, but your father has unfin-” You interrupted, “He’s not in town, he had to leave for business you see… He uh-” Shifting closer to your person, you knew that this rude stranger who had interrupted your tranquility and peace could practically smell the fear from miles away. He dipped down to your level, inches away from your face, “I see yer father in the window of yer house, darlin’”

Eyes widening, you flipped around to face your house and he was right, your father was watching the interaction go down with fear. “I uh- I forgot!” You sputtered. The stranger sighed, trudging off to the front of the house while grabbing something from his satchel. “Wait! Mister!” Picking up your skirt and running after him you continued, “Mister! Now don’t get hasty, what are you planning on doin'?” Huffing from the distance you ran up to catch up with him. Stopping to face you, the stranger pushed his dark hair out of his damp face and mumbled “Yer daddy owed a hell of a lot of money- and paid none of it back.” Hearing the frustration on his gruff voice, you ran in front of him and yelled “My daddy was gonna pay you back! He just needs time-” He pushed you aside so he could grab the door to your house. His hands, they’re so rough and bruised. You could only imagine how rough they’d feel on your skin. “Who the hell do you think you are, comin' into our farm and pushin' us around like cattle?!” Startled by your mini tantrum, he turned for a brief second to stare you down. He was different from the other debt collectors, he was more…alive… than the others. His cold blue eyes seemingly stared into the depths of your soul. You had been intimidated by these types of men before. Hell, you had been pushed around by these men in an attempt to scare your papa. He was different though, you weren’t scared, however. You were intrigued, you almost wanted to scream more to get his attention and his gaze again.

His heavy metal-toed boots hit the floor as he made his way towards your father with a piece of paper. Your poor father went pale at the intruder making his way toward him, and he stuttered “Take what you want! I can’t pay you back right now in money!” Shaking and gripping the chair he had gotten up from, he continued “Take anything! There's horses and cattle outside!” Ignoring his pleas, the stranger spoke “Sir, names’ Arthur Morgan, and you owe an outstanding debt. More than anyone’s ever owed us.” He chuckled at the complete absurdity of what was currently going down and the amount of money written down on the paper, the newly acquainted Mr. Morgan waited for your father's reply. Like a deer in headlights, your father was one wind gust away from falling over. “How bout’ this-” Mr. Morgan spoke “-How bout’ I take your daughter?” Your father somehow got even paler, and eyes even wider. The implication of his request made you blush as you came up with scenarios in your head.

“-For physical labor.” Arthur interrupted your thoughts. “Yes! Yes please just take her!” What? What did your papa-Your father-just say? You must have misheard. “Daddy?” You could just barely get out from your dry mouth. “Grab your shit girl, you heard him.” Staring at the figure in your house, you started to run towards your room and didn’t dare to disobey him. He was probably a killer- an outlaw who probably killed young women such as yourself. You suddenly get the same feeling you did when you met him, a fuzzy and blinding feeling that makes your legs shake and your head throb. What did this stranger mean by physical labor? Speak of the devil, he  happily leaned on your door frame and asked with a shit-eating grin: “Yalmost’ ready darlin?” 

Part 2 out now!

[shintaru]

Say my name | Owen Knight

KINKTOBER m.list ♡ windbreaker taglist

Warnings: Aftercare, Owen, lingerie, creampie, riding, cowgirl, missionary, praises, not proof read, unprotected sex, amateur smut writer, implied cunnlingus.

You had bought some lingerie with Noah when you both went shopping in Korea. Having yet to try it on you decided to since your boyfriend went to pick up some food. You shut your shared bedroom door just in case he comes home early.

Trying on the three-piece set you look at yourself in the mirror. Deciding it’s missing something you pull out a pair of garters and attach them to the mini skirt. You grab some stockings to match.

Making small adjustments to the skirt placing it high on your hips so the lace panties can be seen more. You take another look in the mirror and think that the stockings and garters pull the look together.

The set is a light blue mini skirt, with matching lace undergarments. You thought it would be funny to take a picture to tease Owen. Originally you were too shy to wear lingerie in front of him. But after seeing how you looked in the set you wanted to tease him a little.

Deciding to take a mirror selfie from the back to show off the mini skirt you send it to Owen waiting for a response. You don’t get a response yet he’s opened it. You begin to worry if you made the wrong decision by sending him the picture.

You’re stuck in what seems like a loop of typing and erasing your sentences not knowing what to say. You hear the front door slam and what sounds like a bag and keys being tossed onto the counter before Owen rushes into your shared bedroom.

“What were you thinking sending me something like that in public?” he shouts. You don’t know what to say so you stay silent thinking he’s mad “Someone could have seen and I would have had to kill them” he tells you making you laugh realizing he’s just being over protective.

A red blush tint starts growing on his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie. He’s at a loss for words. You walk over to him. Pulling him closer to you by his hips “do you want to take it off of me?” You ask. He wastes no time putting his hands on you practically ripping your bra off.

“Owen what the fuck! I just bought these” you say. “I’ll buy you as many new pairs as you want” he replies. Picking you up by your waist he carries you over to the bed laying you down on your back.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck along your stomach down to your lower abdomen. Lifting your thighs, he takes the waistband of your lace panties in his teeth pulling them down as far as he can get before coming back up and setting your legs down on his shoulder. You gasp at the position you’re in, you’re nervous but you trust Owen.

Noticing that you’re nervous Owen says “Don’t be shy baby let me eat you out, I’ve been dying to taste you” You spread your legs allowing him to hold your thighs even further apart. He starts slowly by leaving a trail of soft wet kisses down your inner thigh.

He glides his tongue across your folds tasting you using his thumb he softly rubs circles against your clit making you moan out. Pulling on his blond hair you tell him “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” not being able to have any patience for what’s to come. Owen pulls away from your dripping core, licking your arousal from his lips planting a soft kiss against your lips. “I need you now” you say.

He lifts you off the bed sitting down pulling you onto his lap. “We need a condom” he says wrapping your arms around him you tell him “I want you to cum inside me” his already pale face seems to lose all its color with your comment. “You’ll be the death of me” he says pulling his pants and underwear off.

Helping you raise your hips he lines his tip up with your entrance rubbing it against your folds and coating it in your slick. You grip his shoulders tightly “mhm, Owen” you moan.

“Fuck say my name again, I love hearing your voice” he says. His grip tightens on your hips. “Owen, ah” you moan out as he slides his tip into you. He attaches his lips to yours pulling you deep into the kiss by your lower back. He lets you take him slowly. “Take your time” he says pulling away from the kiss. Once he’s in you start bouncing on his cock. You’re both a moaning mess. “You feel so good, you’re taking me so well” Owen praises you.

Your legs begin to shake growing tired from the pace. Owen grabs your hips and helps you ride him. “I’m close” you moan while grinding against him. “Cum for me” he says. You clench around him moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you. He continues thrusting into you, coming in to you soon after.

After you both calm down from your highs you push him down on the bed taking his shirt off placing your hands on his chest lifting your hips stopping when just the tip is inside feeling and rocking yourself back down on him. He grips your hips tightly thrusting into you trying to meet your pace. You can feel his cock twitching inside you letting you know he’s close.

You continue riding him feeling yourself becoming closer to your own release. He thrusts into you one last time before finally coming into you. He pulls out allowing his cum to seep out of you dripping down his cock. “Fuck, I could get use to the sight of that” he says while flipping you both over, laying you on your back.

“Put your leg over my shoulder” he says. You put your leg over his shoulder and he holds your other around his waist thrusting into you. “Owen, don’t stop I’m so close” you moan. “I love the way you moan my name” He responds. He leans down to kiss you taking your hand in his. You both cum together, Owen continues thrusting into you not letting up on his pace.

“Owen, it’s too- much” you try pleading with him. “We’re not done yet going to fuck my cum into your pretty hole” he responds. After Owen is finally satisfied he draws a warm bath for the both of you letting you get in first while he throws the sheets in the wash. After starting the washer Owen joins you in the bath. “Let me help you clean up” he says.

I need a Owen Knight in my life

Dedicated to @rossesnd @catsrkool

[brotherwtf]

currently screaming things with @pinksiames so have a nonsensical clegan drabble that's an amalgamation of all of our horny ramblings

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Gale always liked to experiment with how he looked, was always willing to push past his comfort zone when it came to his appearance. He has had almost every single hair color, long, short, and everything in between. He wore anything and everything he wanted to, which drove his boyfriend absolutely insane.

Right now, Gale had landed on dying his hair midnight black, allowing the waves to fall over his forehead and frame his pale skin. He had also managed to tug John into the bathroom when he was dying his own hair and forced him to sit and get his hair bleached. John didn't protest much, only whined when the bleach took a long time to set before they could wash it out. John was enraptured by Gale's black hair, liked touching it and caressing it, even though Gale pointedly mentioned it was the same as his blonde hair.

Gale, of course, also liked to drive John crazy with his clothes. He had recently gotten into wearing low rise jeans, crop tops and the occasional mini skirt, exposing his small waist and (possibly) the tattoo he had gotten on his lower back. He liked to look over his shoulder at John and smile at him and watch as John's brain short circuits.

It was their anniversary when Gale finally almost made John rip his head off entirely. He told John to wait in the living room until he called him back into the bedroom, and put his plan into place. He had gotten a red lingerie set when John was at work, expertly hid it in the bottom of his dresser drawers, and smiled when he looked at it now. It was simple, a red, lacy panty that rested on his waist, with garters that wrapped snugly around his thighs. He snuck into the bathroom and grabbed a red lipstick he had bought alongside the lingerie, gracefully putting it onto his lips. His black hair contrasted beautifully with his pale skin and red lips, and he knew John wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him.

Gale laid himself across the white sheets, resting his head on his shoulder, before calling John's name. He ran his fingers through his hair, skewing the perfectly styled locks until they rested easily on his forehead.

When John walked into the bedroom, the world seemed to stop. He stood at the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Gale smirks, stretching out his legs and patting the bed beside him.

"Come on, don't be shy," Gale says.

John walks almost trance-like to the side of the bed, dipping his knees into the mattress and placing his hands on either side of Gale's body. His eyes roam over Gale's body, taking in every inch of the beautiful man below him. Gale looks up through his lashes and grabs John's arm, guiding his hand to his waist.

"Touch me, John," Gale whispers and moans when John connects their lips.

The red lipstick smears almost instantly when John moves his mouth, waxy color bleeding onto his cheek and chin as John licks into his mouth. Gale holds himself on his elbow and sighs every time John licks his tongue across his bottom lip. John whimpers something pathetic against Gale's lips when Gale squeezes his shoulder and guides John further on top of him.

John pulls away for a brief moment and Gale moans low in his throat when he sees the lipstick smeared on John's lips and chin, bringing a hand up and carding his hand through his blond locks.

"Fuck, Gale, you look so damn beautiful," John moans and kisses Gale again, desperate.

I'm gonna blue ball you guys bcs this is getting turned into a full length thing so I'm stopping it there 😈😈 this is for you @clevenhq and @pinksiames I love you guys

some pics for y'all

[butwhyduh]

Guy from the Window

Batboy x reader

This is ambiguous as to which of the boys (Dick, Jason, or Tim) because a name is never mentioned. So kinda a pick-your-fav to imagine story. It’s sexy but just a kiss.

“Of course, Mr Wayne, I’ll leave these in your office. You can sign them when you get back. The deadline is next Thursday so no rush. I’ll be sure to remind you then-“ you said as you carried a filing folder into Mr Wayne’s office. The words fell silent on your tongue and the folder slid to the floor from your hands.

There was a man standing behind the desk in the darkened room. He appeared shirtless and holding something white like thick paper. The curtains were drawn closed and the only light was the pale blue of the electric wall clock.

The man turned. Mr Wayne was saying something over the phone but you paid him no mind. The man stared at you. He was imposing and fit and more importantly injured. The paper was a bandage he pressed against his side.

“I have to go,” you said numbly on the phone before hanging up. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said quietly. You tried to ignore the way his shoulder muscles rippled as he turned to grab another bandage. Part of you was terrified. This was Gotham. He could be a killer. But the other part saw possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen needing help because he was hurt.

He tried to wrap gauze around the injury on his side below his ribs. You could see the set in his sharp jawline as it clearly hurt to twist.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. He hummed, clearly amused at your question.

“This office is closed. Why are you here?” He countered. He set his teeth as he twisted for another round of gauze. You grabbed the roll and moved closer to give to him.

“I’m working late. You-you don’t even work here,” you replied. He looked at you and nodded. He smelled like gunpowder and mint gum. Even in the dark room, you could feel his intelligent eyes assessing you.

“The tape,” he muttered softly. His deep voice was calm, even, and certainly not scared of being caught. You reached across him and grabbed the tape. Rather than giving him the roll, you pulled off a piece and taped the end of the bandage he was holding.

“What happened?” You asked with more curiosity than you should have. He hummed again before sitting down painfully in Mr Wayne’s office chair.

“Gotham.”

“That’s not really an answer. Why are you here?” You pressed. He seemed amused at your questions. Even while injured and caught trespassing, he clearly saw you as no threat.

“Let’s say, I know the owner,” he finally said. You sat back on the desk. Your feet hurt after working all day in heels. His eyes looked down at the hem of the pencil skirt you wore and down your bare legs. He looked at the clock on the wall. “No offense, but you’re too pretty to be in an office this late at night alone in Gotham.”

“Why? Someone might break in?” You quipped. He laughed before stopping with a little frown in eyebrows. His side clearly hurt more than he let on.

“Something like that. You don’t have to but can you get me a drink? Water preferably,” he said. His voice was soft and probably trying to hide the pain he was in.

You didn’t bother replying but instead reached over him to the mini fridge beneath the desk. He stared at you. You pushed past energy drinks and a can of coffee to give him a bottle of water. You also grabbed an ice pack.

“You don’t have to-“ he started before you touched the soft ice pack to the bruise forming on his bottom lip. The words failed him and he said nothing as you pressed the water bottle into his hand. At this close you could see the blue of his eyes and the scattering of freckles and scars on his nose.

His hand grasped your side. Fuck, why were you practically in the lap of a stranger? He was hot but this was Gotham. He could be a killer.

His other hand reached up and slid around your wrist and gently pulled the ice pack away and you let it fall to the plush carpet as you steadied yourself with an arm pressed back on the desk. You were still sitting on the desk but now his leg was basically between yours almost touching.

“What’s your name, doll?” He breathed. His voice was breathy and his eyes lingered on your lips. Your voice was softer as you told him your name.

“What’s your name,” you asked back. He chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Can’t really say,” he replied with a smile on his voice. It was infectious. You grinned despite yourself.

“And why not?” You said while leaning forwards. It was all a game where hopefully you both would win. “You can whisper it if you need.”

His hand on your side slid up your back pulling you closer. “You’ll keep my secret?” He asked. You felt goosebumps on your flesh as his other hand grasped your mid thigh. Your heart beat out of your chest.

“Why don't you tell me it?” You suggested. He grinned before shaking his head. The hand on your back slid up to the back of your neck. Other than your ass on the desk, you were basically in his lap.

“Not quite,” he answered. His hand on your thigh slid up the thin fabric of your skirt to your hip and ther other hand on the back of your neck moved to cup your jaw. You inhaled quickly and your hands jumped out to press on his thighs as your balance tipped towards him.

“You’re alright,” he muttered. His eyes were on your lips. His thumb reached up and gently swiped over the pad surface of your bottom lip. The hand that was on your hip pressed on your lower back with just enough firmness to bend you even closer to him. Your hand reached up to hold onto his shoulder.

“May I?” He asked softly. His eyes were on your lips and hand cupped your jaw.

You softly replied “yeah.”

He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and slow but deep. Your mind was reeling as you made out with this stranger. You didn’t even know his name for fuck sake. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip like a question. You opened your mouth and the kiss deepened. His hand on the small of your back pulled gently and you slipped into his lap. You ignored the way your skirt slid up your thighs.

Your hands skirted along the muscles in his arms. Fuck, who was this fit? He was so fucking muscular. His hands reached down to your ass and pulled you flush to his body. But in doing so, he brushed your knee against his injured side.

He hissed out a “fuck.” You pulled back immediately. He was panting. His eyes showed lust mixed with pain.

“Sorry,” you said. You still sat in his lap but your knee was far from the injury.

“It’s fine,” he insisted.

The phone rang on the desk. You turned in his lap to grab it. He sighed a little annoyed while looking down at his side.

“Hello?” You answered. It showed Mr Wayne’s personal phone. “Oh, so sorry to hang up on you.….No, no. Everything is okay…. No need to come to the office.”

The man you sat on looked at you concerned.

“No no, Mr Wayne. I already ordered a cab. I’m leaving now. I’ll close up shop,” you replied. “Yes sir, have a good night. Thanks.”

You hung up the phone.

“I should probably go,” he said to you. You turned to look at him after hanging up.

“How can I contact you?” You said as you slid off his lap. He pulled your skirt straight before groaning as he stood up.

“I’ll be in touch,” he answered before pulling you into a mind numbing heart racing kiss. When he let you go, you sat on the desk looking dazed. “A cab is on the way. And sweetheart? Keep this between us, okay?” He said with a wink.

“Sure,” you replied as he grabbed his shirt and climbed out on the fire escape. He jumped off and disappeared into the night before you could get to the window. It was only a few minutes later as you closed everything down that a cab showed up just as he had planned.

A few weeks later you found a rose on your desk with a little piece of paper wrapped tightly around it. You carefully unwrapped the paper and read a little note.

I’ll see you this weekend Sweetheart -guy from the window

“Who sent you that?” Asked your coworker with a grin.

“Nobody,” you replied and she laughed.

“Sure.”

[acidinbubbles]

Distractions

NSFW MDNI!!!

Armin Arlert x Bimbo! Fem reader WC: 1k+

Synopsis: Armin finds you very very distracting while trying to study.

Contains: oral(f and m receiving), praise, hair pulling, fingering, unprotected sex, smut no plot, and probably more!

Notes: not proof read(whats new) also haven't been on here in a while please be nice.

Armin is trying really hard to focus on his studies, but it's becoming increasingly difficult when you show up to his apartment showing off the new outfit you just bought. Babbling about how cute and adorable it is while doing little twirls to get a full 360 of it. The outfit in question is a pale blue mini skirt with a white cropped tank top that shows off your cleavage perfectly. He glances to his laptop trying to distract his lustful thoughts and his painful erection but that doesn’t really help, because in your mind you see it as him disliking the look.

Your glossed lips form into a pout, your doe eyes almost beginning to tear up “What you don’t like?”. Armin shoots his head up at your comment “No baby I love it, it's just you’re just a bit..distracting”. A tear falls from your eyes “Do you want me to leave…”. Armin rubs his hands across his face out of frustration, forgetting how clueless you can be so he decides to stop beating around the bush. “Y/n while your outfit is lovely it is a bit revealing and I feel like you fail to realize as your boyfriend I am heavily attracted to you, so seeing as i'm trying to study this creates quite the predicament.” You look at him dumbfounded until you finally process his words, like a light bulb forming over your head. “Ohhhhh I get it, you’re horny!”. Armin’s head falls into his hands growing more sexually frustrated by the second, “Yes y/n im horny” he says mumbling into his hands.

He lets his hands fall to his computer typing notes for an upcoming exam, you take this as an opportunity to crawl under his desk. Not noticing your movements he glances down slightly startled when he feels a hand on his thigh. “Baby what are you doing?” you can’t help but giggle, did he forget the conversation you just had? “Well you said you were horny so im helping, duh.” Armin's face grew red when he told you he was horny it wasn’t necessarily an invitation to suck his dick, when he was about to inform you if this he was already too late. You had already started palming his bulge through his sweatpants and at this point Armin really couldn’t tell you no, he had been studying all day, he could definitely use some relief.

He lifted his hips assisting you while pulling down his sweats and boxers. And there it was Armin's pretty pink tip with beads up precum, you rubbed your thighs together at the sight. You quickly got to work, giving kitten licks. You opened your mouth taking in more of him bobbing your head up and down while looking straight into his eyes “Fuck, just like that you’re doing so good.” You moaned at his praise making Armin whine at the sensation only making you want him even more, and you always got what you wanted. You came off him with a pop before speaking “Babes can you pretty pretty pretty please fuck me?”

Armin didn’t have to second guess himself before standing up and yanking you off the floor to toss you on the bed. He crashed on top of you grabbing your neck and shoving his tongue down your throat. He pulls from you trailing kisses from your neck lifting your shirt to kiss your tits, kissing your stomach and when he’s about to get to where you want him most he sat up flipping you on to your stomach,head in a pillow and back arched, before you could even start to whine and complain he ripped off your panties “Hey I bought those today!” you said in a whiny tone “y/n I really don’t care right now i’ll buy you new ones.” before you could begin to protest his tongue was already on your clit you gasped at the sudden action you became a moaning mess with each flick of his tongue as his nose poked at your tight little cunt.

Honestly you couldn’t tell who was enjoying it more, Armin groaned each time your hole clenched around nothing. He sat up for a second, using his fingers to pry open your little hole “So cute and wet just for me” you were slightly embarrassed by the way Armin was just staring but it was short lived. He dived right back under your skirt, continuing the assault on your clit. You could feel yourself unraveling in his touch,you were close, and Armin knew that, “Mm fu-fuck im about to cum” before you could reach your bliss Armin pulled away. You started sobbing uncontrollably, but the empty feeling was soon replaced by something much better. Armin positioned himself, his cock prodded your hole. “Beg for it baby.” he said while his dick would push into you, just the tip and pull it back, you were losing your mind. This also caught you slightly off guard, Armin was always so gentle and vanilla so it was definitely different but you love every second. “Please Armin, i’ll be a good girl, I won’t bother you anymore when you're studying, I’ll do anything please please please.” Armin did anymore begging you were perfect, from the way you could barely form words, the way your hips were trying to push back on his cock while you pleaded for him to fuck you, you tear stained checks and smeared lip gloss, how could he say no to his favorite girl?

He plunged his dick into you, no matter how many times you guys fucked, the stretch of taking him was always your favorite part. You and Armin both moaned and before you could start pushing back on his dick to set a rhythm, Armin got a fist full of hair pulling your head from the pillow. “I want to see your pretty face while I fuck your tight little cunt.” you babbled something Armin couldn’t understand but he really didn't care. He started thrusting into you, him pulling your hair so far it hurt like hell, the bruising grip on your waist hurt too, but you didn’t mind. He was making you feel so good you thought you were seeing stars. Armin felt like he was in heaven, how your pussy would clench around him with each thrust, the moans and whines of “Fe-feels so fu-fucking good” you’d say every two seconds, god was he infatuated with you. Armin let go of your hair, catching you off guard your head fell straight to the pillow, both Armin’s hands were now on your waist you were a beautiful sight, your skirt was hiked up to the middle of your back so Armin could get a good look at your greedy pussy swallowing his dick, your shirt pulled up so Armin could see your perky nipples, your face laying against the pillow looking completely fucked out. Armin was very close, but you were closer. “Please don’t mm dont st-stop im gonna cum.” Armin started ramming into you even faster pulling you against him with each thrust, you were a goner. You let out a high pitched moan before coming completely undone, you came so hard you thought you felt like you were going to pass out. You clenched so tightly that Armin was about to cum too and as much as he wanted to come inside you, he had a better idea. As soon as started to cum he pulled out cumming all over your brand new skirt, before laying right beside you still panting and out of breath.

After about five minutes when you both came back down to earth you finally realized what he did “ARMIN YOU RUINED MY SKIRT.” you yelled while tears formed in your eyes. Armin chuckled, “I'll buy you a new outfit but you deserved some kind of punishment for distracting me.” you pouted at him while he smiled. God does he love you

Yall this was so bad im sorry

gimme request plz head is in fact empty

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: A character lineup of the Zeldas of the Linked Spirit AU, each labeled. Lady, Hero's Zelda, she/they/he: She is tan with a blond braid and the hair in front of her ears is wrapped in a dark purple ribbon. She wears purple pants and fingerless gloves. He wears a blue corset and a pink dress with ruffled sleeves and a split skirt. He wears dark blue boots with gold diamond patterns on the side. Zelda, Skyward Sword, she/her: She's tan with blond hair with straight bangs, her side bangs tied with ribbon and a red and blue feather. She has a teal beret and vest. She wears a white shirt, and magenta skirt. On one wrist, she wears a goddess bracket. She wears a wrap under her belt that has a light purple bird symbol. Princess, The Legend of Zelda, LoZ Cartoon, she/her: Dark skinned with curly red hair in a large bun. She wears a gold tiara and pink bow in her hair. She wears a purple shirt with princess sleeves and pink pants, with a light blue vest-skirt. She wears brown boots that go above her knee. Briar, Adventure of Link, she/her: She has a warm-light skintone, with red hair and a silver tiara. She wears a red puff-sleeve bodice and a red-orange bell skirt. Twilight, Twilight Princess, she/her: She is pale, with brown hair tied in a bun and ponytail. She wears a dark purple dress with a pale purple bodice. She wears long white gloves, and golden shoulder armor. The skirt banner has the triforce, the Hylian symbol, and simplified shapes of the light spirits. She wields her sword in front of her. Bloom, Breath of the Wild, they/them: They are pale with chin-length blond hair. They wear a white shirt and blue vest, with a thin ribbon tie. They have black pants, brown boots and a wide decorated belt. Lantern, CDi: Wand of Gamelon, she/her. She is tan with light blond hair and blue eyes. She has her arms folded, wearing a purple cloak and light purple dress. She wears a blue vest over her dress. She has a magic lantern on her hip attached to her belt.

Sheik, Ocarina of Time, she/he: The adult Sheik matches Sheik from Ocarina of Time, holding a golden lyre. Next to him is Kid Zelda, who is tanner, and her dress is collared, with pink lines in the skirt, otherwise, she matches Kid Zelda from Ocarina of Time. Tetra, Wind Waker, Phantom Hourglass, she/her: Tetra has dark skin, and light blond hair in a bun. She has a roc and a white feather in her hair. She wears a blue vest with gold trim, a red scarf and sash, and her light purple tunic-shirt has a long end with the triforce symbol and blue wind waker spiral patterns. Her shorts are white and baggy, and she wears sandals with straps up her calf. She has a tattoo on her bicep of crossed swords. Phantom, Spirit Tracks, she/her: A dark skinned 12 year old, with long curly blond hair with a white streak of hair. She wears a crown with horn-like spikes and white feathers behind her ears. She wears a pink dress with a purple bodice with pink spiral patterns. She wears gold jewelry on her belt and neckline with dark purple shoulder pads. Her hands are covered with long white gloves. Her dress banner is dark blue with a gold wing design and triforce. Sunflower, A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages, Oracle of Seasons, she/they: She is tan skinned with blond hair. She wears a light purple dress with gold shoulder pads and bracers. Their apron is a deep pink with a red triforce and triangle patterns, and her belt holds two golden tassels. She wears a white cape. Art, Link Between Worlds, she/her: She is light-skinned and she has blond hair with center parted bangs. She wears a white dress with blue trim and a white cape. Her pink apron is decorated with gold patterns and triforce. She has golden shoulder pads and bracers, and gold tassels hang off her belt. Mini, Minish Cap, Four Swords, Four Swords Adventures, she/her: She has tan skin and red hair in a high ponytail framed with white feathers. She wears a light pink dress with a white cape clasped with gold. She wears pink gloves and tan boots. She wears a pink bodice with white trim, and a banner is attached to her belt. The banner has the trifoce symbol and a gold kin-stone like symbol surrounded with the Minish Cap Element symbols. End ID]

Zeldas!! I lowkey needed a reference for myself. SO, here's the girls! And yes I did name TP Zelda Twilight to be confusing :P (But mostly because I think the one who got called The Twilight Princess by Midna deserves to have the name Twilight)

Link to the Links

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Glad to see you’re back, don’t forget to take self care time ❤️

If you could, would you be willing to do a Bonten!Sanzu’s secret girlfriend, one that must be kept a secret and what happens when they are finally caught by Mikey? It would be muuuuch appreciated ❤️

Happy to try my hand at this!

Dodged Bullet: Sanzu Haruchiyo x Fem!Reader

wc: 715

tw: NSFW

masterlist

"Scoot the seat back a little, Haru..."

Car sex isn't your favorite type of mid-day rendezvous. It's probably on the "Top 5 Things I Wouldn't Want To Be Caught Dead Doing" List, but you make exceptions here and there. Especially when it comes to Sanzu Haruchiyo.

"What," he chuckles, fingers fidgeting with the reclining function. "Can't ride me just like this?"

"Cock is too big," you reply, flinging your hair over your shoulder and hiking your mini skirt up as you slide onto his lap. "My back would hit the horn too often." The pink-haired menace laughs out loud as he leans back, holding your waist in his right hand.

You smash your lips against his in an effort to avoid drawing any attention to your escapades, your hands fiddling with his belt while he slips your underwear to the side.

"Live a little, sweetcheeks," Sanzu purrs between kisses, his fingers rolling over your ass while you grind on his erection. "You're always so uptight."

"Your boss is always uptight." Sanzu's blue eyes shift as you mention Mikey, but he doesn't reply. It doesn't ruin the mood even in the slightest. He just shifts his pants down his hips and fists his erection.

"You're gonna take this cock, and you're gonna like it. Got it, babe?"

"When have I ever not liked it?" Sanzu's mouth spreads into a cheeky grin, and you slide onto his waiting dick, lubricated only by his pre-cum and your slick. There's nothing else to say except the usual praises and comments about how you're "such a good girl" and how "fucking fat" Sanzu's dick is.

It takes just as long as it needs to for your hips to buck and quiver and for Sanzu to cum in you - raw, as is the standard these days. You're left panting and waiting for Sanzu to ask you to roll off him when you feel the lace of your underwear rip salaciously.

"Haru!" Your shout doesn't deter the thief, however. It just makes him laugh as he pulls your black underwear off and presses it to his nose.

"Fuck yeah," he comments, eyes rolling in his head. "That'll be a nice one to save."

"You're lucky I don't have anyone to tell about this," you tease, smacking your boyfriend on the chest.

"Too bad," Sanzu drawls, looking over at you. "I think it'd be cute to share that I keep my girlfriend's underwear, don't you think?"

"Haruchiyo."

The almost-whisper of his name draws the man out of his daydream. Sanzu sits upright on the couch and looks at his boss, ready and waiting.

"Yes, Mikey?"

"Explain something to me." Sanzu frowns. He's never been asked to explain anything before - that's Kakucho's and Koko's job. But he still remains at attention, watching his boss stand up from his seat and toss a phone into his lap.

It takes a minute for Sanzu to comprehend the footage, but after a while, he starts to remember the parking lot, the car, the garage of the hotel, the mid-day rendezvous.

"Are you into hookers now?" Mikey looks down at him, and he can't decipher whether Mikey's mad or concerned. But it doesn't matter. He'll have to lie just this one time.

"She's an escort," Sanzu shrugs. "She's cheap and always available. Easy fuck, and lets me keep her underwear if I'm decent." Mikey hums, placing his hands in his pockets.

"Interesting." There's a pause, and when Mikey doesn't move to take the phone back, Sanzu hands it over. "That's not what she said."

Sanzu pales.

"She's more of the 'lies to get out of things' type, Mikey." Black eyes flick over to Sanzu's face. "It's really nothing."

"Then quit fucking her on my time, Haruchiyo." Mikey snatches the phone back. "And on my dime."

"Yes," Sanzu answers as Mikey shuffles off. "Whatever you say, boss."

"What you do on your time is up to you," Mikey tosses back, raising his hand to wave at the air. "But if you waste my time with a hussy, I'll make sure she can never service anyone again."

Sanzu doesn't realize how long he'd been holding his breath until Mikey disappears, and he lets it go, feeling the graze of the metaphorical bullet he just narrowly dodged.

[heartfullofleeches]

what does Amyas look like

Human Amyas is a thin boi, ghostly pale, slight hunch, freckles that look like hearts up close, blank light blue eyes that appear as normal baby blues if you aren't his client. His hair is the same color as his eyes, unkept, and longer in the back.

He wears a cloud print cardigan that both hangs off his shoulders and draps around his arms, white skirt, and baggy stockings which both can't stay up to save his life. He wears blue devil horn hair clips he prefers to see as the peak owl feathers and will cry if you point them out as what they are. He also has a backpack with wings where he keeps his mini crossbow-

[everybodyshusband]

i'm a bit late to the party but...

girl's night in

ghoulette appreciation weeks ; week one (jan 1-6)

sunshine, cumulus, aurora & cirrus | approx. 750 words | a massive thank you to @jesusbutbetterrr for organising this whole thing !!!

~

“What do you mean the bar’s closed?” Sunshine complained from her seat in front of the mirror.

“I dunno, but that’s what Google says,” Aurora reasons, spinning her phone around to show the multi ghoulette.

Sunshine wails and thuds her head down onto the table. One of her blush compacts falls to the floor and Cumulus lets out a pained gasp as if the sound of the expensive rouge breaking against the ground has physically hurt her. “But I wanted to go ooouuut!”

“Oh, love.” The faint sound of the hair dryer shuts off and Cirrus pokes her head through the bathroom door. “I’m sure,” she starts again, significantly quieter this time now that there is no longer any wind whooshing against her ears, “that somewhere else will still be open. Can you have a look, Rors?”

“I have,” Aurora admits. “Everywhere else is closed too. Stupid public holiday. Stupid New Year’s Day…”

“Noooo!” Sunshine moans again, beginning to reach for her makeup wipes and erase all her hard work.

“Sunny, wait,” Cumulus suggests from where she’s sitting next to Aurora on the bed. When Sunshine turns to look at the air ghoulette, Cumulus is a vision in a close-fitting dress of light blue fabric. The dress sparkles in the low candlelight when she shifts and as Sunshine gets a perfect view of exactly how well the dress hugs the air ghoulette’s figure, she wants.

Wants to kiss her. Wants to take her out to a romantic dinner and feed her bites of chocolate cake along with sips of her favourite prosecco. Wants to walk hand in hand along that winding river near the Abbey and kiss her under the weeping willow tree. She wants to take her back home and watch shitty romcoms until the early hours of the morning and kiss again, this time with the taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream on each of their tongues. Wants to hear her love’s sharply inhaled breath when Sunshine pushes the fabric of her partner’s dress down to her ribs, dips her chilled mouth a little lower and sucks pretty bruises into Cumulus’ pale breasts. She wants—needs, really—to feel those quiet, breathy sighs against her neck when she caresses the air ghoulette’s thighs and teases her right in the spot that makes her–

“Sunny, are you listening to me?” The voice of the very person Sunshine is daydreaming about startles her back into the present moment. She pointedly tears her gaze away from the cleavage spilling out from the fabric adorning Cumulus’ chest. “I asked if you wanted to stay dressed up anyway? We can raid the kitchen for some drinks. Maybe it won’t be exactly like we planned, but we’ll still have fun!”

“Yeah!” Aurora agrees. “Swiss still has loads of leftover drinks and mixing stuff from his body shots phase, so we’ll have heaps of stuff to make drinks if we want!”

“Oh, Sathanas, what a phase that was…” Cirrus almost moans at the memory as she makes her way out of the bathroom, her low-rise mini skirt doing sinful things to her exposed hip bones.

Sunshine tilts her head back and forth, considering her options. She must admit that even if this wasn’t the original plan, having a fun night in instead of a night out sounds a lot better than moping about all the bars being closed. “Yeah,” she concedes eventually, grinning. “Yeah, that sounds nice!”

“Ooh, does that mean I can take my shoes off now?” Aurora asks, not waiting for an answer before pulling her boots off. They’re pretty pink things that Mist gifted her as a late summoning present after having gotten to know the band’s newest multi ghoulette, all platforms and chunky heels, covered in matching pink ribbons and bells. Aurora adores them, but she’s always one to forgo shoes when given the opportunity, so now their little group has elected to have their "girl’s night out" in, the shoes are the first things to come off. She takes after Sunshine in that way, but at this stage, Aurora has stuck with only disliking shoes. When the older multi ghoulette had been summoned, it had taken months to persuade her towards the importance of wearing clothes around other people.

“Well, then.” Cumulus stands and claps her hands, already reaching for her favourite ‘going out’ leather jacket and slinging it over her shoulders as she opens the door for them all to file out. “Shall we?”

[professorpski]

The Gored Skirt in the 1970s: Butterick 4139

This skirt pattern shows you how some basic cuts come back again and again, with slightly different emphasis, to serve current purposes. In the 1930s, gores--that is, pattern pieces widened from the waist to the hemline--only flared towards the lower-calf hemline. The gored look of the 1940s had more width as hemlines crept upwards and easy movement became a priority during World War II with gas rationing and more walking and talking public transit. The width of gored skirts grew enormously with the New Look in 1947, and hemlines dropped again as fabric was no longer rationed. The A-line silhouette of much of the 1960s meant that gores were not much used in mini-skirts, and simple cuts--skirts of 2 seams only-- were popular.

In contrast, this pattern from the 1970s makes the most of the 8 gores to give width and movement to the fabric of the skirt. It is fitted only at the waist and top of the hip line, then flares out from there, and ends around the knee, which reminds me of 1940s skirts. The idea of easy movement is implied by the slight sway of the pale orange skirt on the right. The style flexibility of the gored skirt is apparent in the range of blouses as much as in the lengths. The long, party skirt is for an evening out, shown here with a white gathered blouse trimmed with lace. But a bowed blouse and two collared blouses indicates that it could be worn as a shorter skirt for work or for spectator sports. In fact, the shorter blue skirt's is worn by a woman holding binoculars, as if she was at the races.

Gored skirts require two things for sewing success: fabric with drape in a solid color or a small, non-directional print. The first to allow a graceful sway as a woman moves. Think crepes or challis. The second to avoid matching a print and to allow a close placing of the pattern pieces. If you have to lay each piece with the hemline oriented at the same end, you end up need a lot of fabric. If you can nestle them close toe each alternating pieces hemline near waistline, you can use a lot less. The shorter versions only take about 1.5 yards and the long 3 yards for 36" hips.

The style is so versatile that when I saw this in a pile of vintage patterns, I moved it from the patterns I merely use for study, to the ones I will definitely be making.