#shinny abs

[theafterglow83]

Karlie filming a commercial in NYC on Tuesday

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She’s so pretty!!!!!!

[shizumachi]

shoutout to my 36 loyal followers ily shizumachers take some evangelion screenshot redraws :3

[gingus-doon]

even i didn't think i'd get this many :')

Omg can you make a shin kinnie bingo?

I absolutely can but I’m in hysterics that you asked me. I can’t believe I’m such a Shinnie I’m certified to make a bingo.

Anyway I put it under the cut so I don't block your entire screen:

[luvyeni]

hii could u do a dom!johnny + exhibitionism (public sex or in front of some friends)? and feel free to add more!

have a good day/night! ^^

THAT SHIRT; JOHNNY SUH

pairings. boyfriend!johnnysuh x fem!reader

wc. 742

warnings. exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, johnny abs (yes this needs a warning).

i hope you like it 💞!

your night out with johnny gets ruined by johnny's shirt.

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"princess, you wanted to come out tonight, why do you want to go home all of a sudden?" johnny bit back a smirk as you both sat in the booth of the club, he knew why you wanted, he just wanted you to say it.

"johnny, you know why." you whined, putting your hand on his thigh. "no, i dont." he smirked. "tell me." you pouted and his kissed your lips, giving a taste of what you really wanted, you moaned into his lips.

"jesus baby, what's gotten you so worked up?" he chuckled, you were never shy when you wanted sex, but tonight you were insatiable, touching his thigh, giving him random kisses, touching his- oh.

"it's my shirt isn't it baby?"

your boyfriend was hot everyday of the week, you'd shout that on the rooftops anyday, but tonight, the way his shirt was fully unbuttoned; abs shinny, on display... it made your mouth water, and your panties wet. "you know it is." you ran your sharp fingernails up his stomach. "why'd you have to wear this, this is your fault."

"my fault?" johnny quirked. "how is it my fault?" he said dipped into your neck, leaving little kisses. "b..because you're so hot, m..making my brain fuzzy." his hand inched up your thigh, dangerously close to your heat. "is it now?" he whispered, his hand finally cupping your heat.

"fuck baby, you're so wet." you whined. "my shirt did this to you?" he rubbed circles onto your clothed clit. "f..fuck johnny please."

"there's so many people here, what if someone see's?" you didn't care if your were in public anymore, you needed him. "d..don't care, please just do something." he pulled your panties to the side, teasing your twitching hole with his finger. "fuck princess, you're about to drip on the couch, your pussy is so wet." he slid his finger in. "so tight."

"such a nasty girl, so horny you couldn't even wait until we got home, you rather being fingered like a slut in public." he growled in your ear. "my abs made your mind so dumb that you lost all sensibility." he slapped your cunt, you were so glad the music was loud. "fuck, johnny i need more." you moved, grinding against his hand.

"fuck baby, do you really want me to fuck you in front of all these people?" you nodded, pawing at his jeans. "please i want it." you looked at him with those eye, he couldn't help but give you what you want. "alright princess, i'll fuck you, but you have to cum on my fingers first." he sped up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of her. "i feel you clenching my fingers, go a head and cum." he nipped your earlobe, blowing on it. "johnny, fuck!" you moaned, cumming.

"good girl." he kissed your lips, biting down on it softly. "come on baby, get on my lap." you obey straddling his lap. "take it out for me." he bit his lip, watching you unbuckle his pants, taking his cock out, jerking him off.

anyone in the club could see what was going on, but there was probably like 20 other people doing the exact same thing, but johnny couldn't care less as your warm cunt sank down on him. "fuck baby." he breathed. "so wet and warm." you began to ride him like you were alone in you guys bedroom. "s..so big." your bodies were pressed against each other his hand on your ass, your hands tangled in his hair.

"your clenching around me so much, you must really love being watched by these people." he whispered in your ear. "anybody could see you bouncing on cock like a slut, you like that huh?" he squeezed your ass.

"y..yes."

"j..johnny, im gonna cum." johnny matched your pace, grinding his hips up to match yours. "f...fuck me too, gonna let everyone watch you get filled with cum?" you nodded. "yes please, please cum in me." he thrusted a few more times, before you felt his cum flood your insides, triggering your own orgasm.

"fuck!" you shook as you came down from your high, johnny was sure someone heard you, but he really didn't care.. because he still wanted more of you. "fuck baby let's go." he tucked his still hard cock back into his pants.

"we're going home so i can fuck you properly."

©️LUVYENI

[jegulus4444]

Favorite jegulus headcannon? Hope you feel better ☺️

Thank you thank you.

I have so so many.

They are soulmates. Made f or each other.

I also read somewhere (but lost the post) that they are variants and it’s so true. Like James would have been like Reg if he grew up on the same shitty situation and viscera.

I love when Regulus falls first but James falls harder.

James only has eyes for Regulus. He is a jealous boyfriend bc he is afraid of loosing Regulus. Because in his eyes Reg is so perfect, everyone wants him and Reg could do so much better.

But Regulus only has eyes for the perfect JamesPotter. Regulus only loves a few things, and amongst them you can find James, Sirius, Pandora, Barty and Evan.

James is the first one to try to get the two friends group to be a huge one.

James ask him for marriage but Regulus was planning to ask first.

They love stargazing together.

They are crazy unhinged abut each other.

They both take care of each mental health.

They are both the most competitive, perfectionists, ambitious overachievers to ever exist.

They both love pranks bc they appreciate people being ingenious.

Regulus loves how kind and brave James is. And how he’ll help everyone and make everyone feel welcome. James is the funniest person Reg has ever met. James is proud of that.

James loves Regulus brain. He loves how smart he is. He loves how he protect his friends and help the hunger students. He also loves how talented he is at everything. Specially quidditch. He loves watching Regulus and his dad cooking a potion, and how kind Regulus is to his parents. He looooves him so so much. He also loves to see right through him through that angry gaze. He knows Regulus heart. He sees him.

Regulus loves looking right through James too. He notice him, when he is hiding behind a smile Regulus knows. He goes and hugs him and makes James talk about said “negative feeling” so he can too manage his emotions. Regulus is there for James when he has panic attacks over not being the perfect son or the perfect quidditch player. He loves watching James play. The determination he has on the field. It’s hot.

Regulus also love James body. Made by the god for sure. His favourite parts? Back, abs, shoulders and arse.

James favourite Regulus body parts? Waist. Waist. Waist. His legs, his abs and his arse. He also love his sharp jaw, his milky colour and his grey and blue eyes. The are perfect.

Regulus loves James glasses. His brown eyes and the freckles that cover his face. Oh and his shinny smile. As bright as the sun.

Also for me Regulus is gay and trans. (I see him as Timothee Chalamet or Finn Wolfhard)

James is pansexual and obsessed with Regulus Black. (Yeah that’s a sexuality.) ( I see him as Aaron T Johnson or Reiky de Valk)

Okay thanks for the question. It really distracted me from my sickness. Lots of love ❤️

[gildedworld]

Francesca Moreno

Overview

Name: Francesca Moreno

Current Alias : Gloria

Nickname (s):

Birthday:

Gender : Female

Sexuality : Heterosexual

Citizenship: Nationality

Species : Homo Mutatis

Affiliation: X-Men

Base of Operations: Leopold Estate

APPEARANCE & PHYSICALITY

Ethnicity: Italian

Accent : Long Island

Hair : shinny chocolate brown hair with subtle warm-toned gold highlights. Her hair is naturally straight and runs down her back, ending right above her waist. She does hate her hair though and desperately wishes that it was the "good wavy" - the effortless 'beach girly' waves.

Eyes : chocolate brown eyes

Body : Francssca is average in terms of height and is slim. Body-wise, she is athletic and lean, something she's extremely proud of and has well defined abs that she attributes to pilates and yoga.

Style : Francesca lives in Lululemon. Her style is basically athleisure - specifically matching legging and sports bra sets, with "belt bags" (they're fanny packs, let's be real), ponytail running hats, and Addidas sneakers. She has seemingly endless color coordinated sets with matching Yeti travel mugs - literally every single color combination under the sun. Occasionally, she'll switch it up for a tennis dress or a skot instead of leggings.

Unusual features: none

Faceclaim : Maddison Beer

PERSONALITY

Francesca is an airhead. She's vain, self-obsessed, and conceited. She's the kind of person who truly does believe that everyone in the room is looking, talking, and thinking about her at all times. Then again, why wouldn't they- she's Francesca after all. She truly believes that the sun revolves around her and suffers heavily from Main Character Syndrome. She can't stand having others in the spotlight as opposed to her and focuses her attention and energy in maintaining her spotlight through building her "brand" across social media platforms. After all, she is an influencer and influences must influence!

Despite this, Francesca is actually quite intelligent believe it or not, when her mind is not occupied with getting the latest athleisure wear and yeti tumbler drops, she actually does have moments of insights that tend to baffle the people around her. A fairly good judge of character, she knows how to read people and, of course, manupilate them to further her agendas.

Although it doesn't seem like it, Francesca does have a strong sense of morality and justice and isn't afraid to speak her mind and stand up for those who can't. That's why she's an X-Men, duh.

POWERS & ABILITIES

Francesca is a telepath and can read and influence the minds of those around her. In terms of power, she's probably your average telepath - with the ability to read and influence the minds of those closest to her.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family

Faith Moreno - mother

David Moreno - father

Francesca is very close to her parents, as italian-American kids usually are. She's the light of their lives, the apple of their eyes.

Extended Family

Francesca has a large extended family, most of whom live in Long Island in towns close to her own. Although large, they are very close-knit and meet up often. Francesca's father being the oldest son, is the family patriarch - that means that dinners and holiday celebrations usually take place Francesca's house with her mom cooking (it's usually lasagna or some sort of pasta)

Friends

Significant Others

Alex Mastronadi

Alex really was Francesca's longest and most significant relationship. She'd always had a crush on Alex. But prior to Rosaria's disappearance, she'd never seriously considered Alex at all because it was obvious to anyone with eyes that they were seriously dating. But after moving to Canada, Francesca started getting closer to Alex. It started out with Alex overhearing a call with her mom and remarking that Francesca's mother reminded him of his own in terms of temperament. They eventually got closer and started dating. But even when they were dating, there always was a distance with Alex - she could never get close enough to him. And it really didn't help that everyone around them knew Rosaria and knew that if she were to be here, Alex would still be with her without a question.

Rosaria Huntington

Francesca always hated Rosaria - she was everything Francesca was not. Her parents were rich and always showered Rosaria and her friends (Francesca included) with lavish gifts and presents that Francesca would have never dreamed of. And everyone seemed to like Rosaria too. She was naturally charismatic, and like Francesca, Rosaria too was a telepath - only significantly stronger. The worst part was that she genuinely was nice to everyone, including Francesca.

After the invasion and Rosaria's disappearance, things seemed to get worse - people either treated her as a diety and grieved her loss or villified her and blamed her for the invasion. The worst was that even though she was gone, everyone was still constantly talking about her. Francesca always felt that with time, things would change. And for most people, it did. But that did not include Alex . His obsessed with finding her soon transformed into years of deep-seated grief, resentment, and anger.

Francesca always knew that Alex loved Rosaria. But she had hoped that he'd get over her one day, too. Even though she wasn't physically present and was possibly dead, Francesca always felt as if she was an outsider - that Alex was in a relationship with Rosaria and Francesca was the one looking in. And that just makes Francesca resent Rosaria even more. Normally, girls would have to compete with ex-girlfriends or ex-wives. Francesca, however, was competing with a ghost.

HISTORY

Francesca grew up in Long Island in a large blue-collar Italian-American family. Her father owned a construction company, and her mother was a teacher at a local middle school. Francesca was their only child, and as a result of this, she was the apple of their eye - the child who could do nothing wrong.

Up till the age of 15, she lived in Long Island - she attended school , was a cheerleader, and actively worked towards building up her social media platform among her peers and community. She was known for her practical makeup tips and would go around offering free makeovers to those in need - the less fortune who had unfortunately not been blessed with style, unlike her.

At the age of 15, her telepathy began to manifest - she noticed it first when she seemingly was able to read her teacher and peers' minds during a test and got the highest test scores. Naturally, it made the teachers suspicious who attempted to find evidence of cheating but never could. When they asked her, she quite openly told them that she heard her peers think.

Her guidance counselor recommended Francesca as a candidate to the Xavier Academy - the next day, Francesca was tested, and it was identified that she was a telepath, having the X-Gene mutation present.

Francesca was quite upset to leave her friends and family at first but ultimately recognized that it was the right thing to do. Her true motivations, of course, were quite simple - cute boys.

At first, Francesca hated the Academy - not only did she actually have to study for once, but she also had to do stuff like training, which she hated. On top of that, all the cute boys she expected were either in a relationship or just plain boring.

The good news, though, was that she had the perfect settings to take beautiful pictures and videos for her platforms . Also, mutant teens with cool powers made for great content.

This soon changed with the invasion, of course. Several of her peers were either killed, disappeared , or were captured by the government. And to make matters worse, the Academy was destroyed, half her clothes were ruined, she was missing an entire case of limited edition Yeti tumblers, and she seemingly had to pack whatever she had left and move to rural Canada. Plus she had to sleep on the ground with bugs.

And the worst thing was that she was not allowed internet in the new estate in Canada and constantly had to find work arounds to get access to internet, which Francesca was sure was some sort of violation of a basic human right. But thankfully, Starbucks existed - she could get her Frappuccinos and internet too!

OTHER

Francesca LOVES lululemon and athleisure

She loves mocha Frappuccinos and loves cake pop

She hates vanilla as it's a basic flavor - chocolate all the way

Francesca loves salads and you won't find her without her Yeti - hydration, hydration, hydration

She has over a million followers across her platforms and is a lifestyle influencer known for her clean-girl aesthetic and healthy lifestyle

She is vegan and can not survive without oatmilk.

She has a secret internet extender through which she is able to connect to the internet and post across her platforms, buy her lululemon and yeti tumblers, and livestream her yoga and pilates classes

Her favorite holiday is Christmas, apart from her birthday, of course.

[lindszeppelin]

Long Movie Anon incoming! Be warned 🤣

I don’t know if anyone else finds it interesting, but I love behind the scenes stuff, especially when it comes to marketing, and I’m just loving to see the contrast in a press tour for a film with a smaller budget like Bikeriders.

We’ve been spoiled with shinny baubles by the money behind Elvis, Dune and MotA, and I gotta say, I love the fact that this is a smaller film, more intimate. It makes me happy that Aus is doing indie stuff or with modest budgets, because even though I love big movies, the smaller ones get to my heart in a special way.

Like, we knew from the start that Bikeriders had a much smaller budget, and I’m really enjoying seeing the costume department talking about the vests being handmade and all the details of a smaller project, it makes me fall in love with filming all over again! It also shows in the way that the soundbites have come out so the different outlets can edit their own material, and how the press junkets are happening. I wonder how many more premieres we’ll get, I know LA is a go, maybe London or NY? Well see! But I do hope for lots of Q&As, since those are more in the indie way.

I hope he gets to do what Chris Evans and others do, big budget films that help to make smaller indies that fulfil them artistically too.

Even if it maybe seems like it’s in reverse (big budget to indies), I am so ready for this new phase of AB’s career!

Anyways, thanks for letting me rant here, and to whoever read all this, thanks as well! Looking forward to reading your thoughts in the comments

indie films and smaller budget movies are so special to me, i really love them. and when an actor takes on an indie project it's for the love of filmmaking and storytelling. so it's beautiful to see his passion for this movie come to life

there is a screening in London on the 11th, and i imagine he probably might be there? and he's slated to be in NYC at the tail end of the press tour, so possibly there too? i mean, since it's an indie film idk how much money they are allotted, and how many big premiere's they're able to do. but we'll get a lot of interviews and such!

[evansbby]

Oh ari, literally the love of my life, father of my children, man of my dreams with your gorgeous shinny hair, your soft beard, your ocean blue eyes, your big arms, your strong legs, your tough chest. Where r uuuuuu????????

*screams in girly*

*screams in girly* is sooo true bc Ari Levinson is literally only for the girlies first of all!!!!

secondly you forgot his hairy abs, big hands, thick thighs, cutie nose, tanned skin, HIS OVERALL MANLINESS and just ughh!!!! loml fr 🥹🥹🩷🩷 he makes me FERAL!

[frequentlykit]

Dude… watch his abs get shinny 🤩

hot out here...🔥💦

[steed-of-waloed]

"You are most perceptive. Mayhap you are more but rippling pecs and shinny abs. Which I must say, are quite fetching~" The colt before him was all but happy to roam his eyes unceremoniously over the fit warrior before him. He had the body of a man who knew a battle just as well as how to soothe a spooked mare's heart. What a fascinating human indeed.

At the question of his own name he stood proudly, giving his most elegant bow before this new stranger.

"I am Lord Commander, Sleipnir Harbard, Steed of Odin the Warden of Ash and King of Waloed. Stallion of Darkness~"

"There is no hooves faster nor stronger than I, m'lord~"

"I know the walk and movements of a prized stallion." His smokey, silver eyes watched as the beast all but pranced and preened around him wetting his lips lightly as he looked him up and down appraising his features. "You may call me, Khal Drogo. And you, fine one?"

[prism2674]

The Chase

Alternative Title: Chili Pepper Cookie Stole the Sparkly

Um hi, my brain started spiraling and we somehow got here... so have a random scenario I guess

So in game Chili Pepper cookie asked me “Hey, do you have anything sparkly, or shinny?” to which I responded “no Chili I unfortunately do not have sparkling cookie yet.” I now present the following scenario prompted by this: Chili Pepper cookie walks into Sparkling Cookie's Bar and in a sudden spontaneous fashion decides sparkling cookies hair is shinny, picks him up and proceeds to run. Chaos is quick to ensue.

Of course this is concerning for both Mint Choco cookie and Herb cookie who were also in the bar at the time so Mint Choco starts chasing after them while Herb goes to get help on the way he runs into Vampire cookie and the following interaction happens

Herb: tired from running “I- ah- huh- kidnapped”

Vampire: ok well sucks for them I'm going to go get my-

Herb: SPARKLING! CHILI! THIS ISNT GOOD!

Vampire:…picks up Herb

Herb: Wait Wha-?

Vampire: they stole my grape juice provider he says it’s cause of that but we know better

Vampire then starts chasing Chili still carrying Herb

At this point Alchemist cookie (bc they're canonical sibling) sees this and is concerned bc 1) why is her brother, Vampire of all cookies running around and not being his usual lethargic self? 2) why is Herb cookie holding onto Vampire’s Cape for dear life? So Alchemist starts chasing them too

Chiffon the cake puppy starts chasing them because “oooh fun”(he is a doggo after all) which of course gets Red Velvet to chase them which in turn gets Pastry to chase them

Almond cookie sees this commotion of suspicious activity and decided to chase them

Rye cookie chases Chili cause bounty Hunter and also jelly cause why does sparkling cookie get to be carried help I’m starting to ship the cookies

Custard starts chasing them bc according to him "Good Kings should be able calm down their subjects." to why is his aunt being chased by what has now turned into a cookie mob

Pancake cookie then chases after custard cause they were playing together

Princess cookie probably also started chasing after custard because of his shouting about being King and she wanted to have fun

Knight cookie of course has to chase after her to protect her

Adventure cookie just joins in for the fun of it Blackberry chases after adventure and Onion chases after her mom blackberry cause you can pry that relationship out of my cold dead hands

The mob accidentally tramples Carrot cookies garden and gets them to join the chase

Clover ends up also being worried ab Herb/wants to document whatever this is for a future ballad and starts to chase too(though he’s definitely more relaxed than the rest of them)

And this whole time Sparkling has been so shaken up his hair has started to decarbonate(do I have a hc that his hair decarbonates when he’s stressed, yes; did I come up with it just now, also yes)

I imagine this chase somehow continues until virtually every cookie is somehow involved

where and when it stops, nobody knows...

[neylia18]

Hi can i request scenarios Bam and Khun late night swimming got interrupted by the captivating night sky shinny full moon on them

The dark blue hue of the pool illuminated from the lights underneath, showing the rippling of the water that moved alongside the movement of the bodies swimming in it. The cloudy night sky seemed to be lit up as the two bodies rose up to the surface of the pool, breaking the water before locking eyes with each other.

It was probably around 10 o’clock when Bam had proposed a night swim to Khun.

“I heard that swimming in the night is a good stress reliever” Bam told Khun without much thought causing the said lightbearer to raise an eyebrow.

The hotel they were staying at had a luxurious pool that mimicked a lake in the middle of a forest. And while it was open to anyone to use as they please, Khun couldn’t help but discuss the cons with Bam.

“The test is in two days, we can’t risk you getting sick beforehand Bam”

“C’mon Khun it's just this once and it’ll just be the two of us!” Bam pouted.

Running a hand through his blue locks, Khun lets out a sigh in exasperation. Khun really couldn’t say no to Bam with him pouting like that. Then again, when has he ever said no to Bam and followed through with it.

“Fine but just this once, and only for a little while” Khun said, turning around to grab his swim shorts while Bam excitedly went to get ready.

Looking at each other as the water dripped down their heads, the moonlight broke through the clouds and time felt like it stopped. To Khun it almost felt like Bam was another entity as the water dripped down his chestnut hair, down his toned abs, to where the rest of Bam’s body and the water meet. His golden eyes seemed to be like a lantern in the dark, highlighted under the moonlight, and his soft smile spread like a warm fireplace across Khun’s iced heart. For Bam, Khun looked like a water spirit under the moonlit sky, an embodiment of a majestic fae that only exists in myths. The way the water almost melts with the color of his hair, creating patterns on his toned body that illuminate his pale skin. If Bam could reverse control this moment long enough to take a picture of the sight before him he would.

Not a moment later and the moon hid behind the clouds snapping the two boys out of their trance. A soft blush coated the boys faces as they broke eye contact.

“I think we should head inside,” Khun said, crossing his arms and moving his hands up and down to fake a chill despite there being no breeze.

“Yeah I think we should,” Bam says.

Smiling, he pulls Khun along as they get out of the pool, and as they make their way to their rooms; Both Khun and Bam revel in the fact that only they got to see the other as ethereal as they were that night.

[jd-loves-fiction]

➤ Jason Todd x Reader

➤ Warnings: gun kink, unprotected sex [don’t be silly, wrap the willy ;)]

➤ @catxsnow @internalsealpanic​ @littleredwing89

[22:50] Your lungs burn as you leapt from one building to another, begging you to slow down at once. 

No chance of that, not with the sound of heavy footsteps thundering behind you as a grunt is heard after the man chasing you lands. 

So you keep running, despite the tightness of your chest, the soreness of your feet and burning in your muscles. 

But somewhere deep inside, something urges you to stop. Something more abstract than the discomfort you feel.

"Come on, princess. Stop and let's talk this out!"

"No way in hell, you glorified eyesore!" You yell back, jumping yet another gap between buildings almost perfectly. 

Almost.

You misjudge the distance and are unable to stick the landing, rolling across the roof until you stop on your back. You don't move, already hearing how his footsteps become slower. He approaches your defeated form, panting as your ankle throbs slightly. You know you can't run anymore at this point, so why tire yourself out.

Red Hood steps over you, placing his boots on your spread arms, barely applying any pressure, just enough to send a message. 

You can hear his heave, distorted, and you imagine him to be sweating bullets under his helmet, while you cool off with the cold, humid air of late night Gotham.

"Did you need to do all that? I just wanted to talk." Red hood protests, exasperated and still panting as you do the same with a skeptical look. 

"Seems it was more your gun wanting to do the talking." You bite back, feeling small under his gaze, so far up from you, but refusing to show it. 

You can almost see his red helmet contort into a frown as you both know what you said isn't true. He may threaten you but he'd never actually shoot you. No matter how much he tries to hide it, he enjoys this dynamic of yours. And so do you. 

The sexual tension, usually pointed out by others around you, could be cut with a meat cleaver. And it just keeps building. Every encounter or skirmish usually leaves you with sticky underwear and him with tighter pants. You excite him, keep him on his toes, and he does the same to you. 

Not to mention the more intimate moments you've shared. 

Walking the grey line of morality meant that your friends could be your enemies and vice versa. For you two, it meant that one day you could be bandaging each other up (still with the masks on) and the next day you could be the ones creating a need for the bandages. 

And that is fine. You both think it's fine.

Until the tension brewing comes to a head spills over from the cauldron. 

Red Hood takes his feet away from your biceps, stepping just below them to take the weight off and still keep close. He then takes his shinny, polished gun from its holster, not yet having been used on that night. 

His large thighs flex as he crouches over your chest, placing the gun under your chin as you stare into the white eyes of his hood, hoping to catch a glimpse of what's behind. 

"Well, if that's the only way I'll get you to talk." His deep voice, seemingly deepened by the voice modulator, rumbles through your chest as he speaks. 

"There are other ways…" You whisper suggestively, mask slits lowering as you smirk seductively. The complete switch from your feisty defiance to a velvety tone and alluring expression makes him pause. 

"Oh? And what would those be?" The gun feels cool against your skin as he presses it harder against you.

"You could start by taking off your helmet." You say confidently. And just like that, the gun's pressure leaves you as he pulls it away slightly. 

Red Hood sighs deeply, shoulders dropping, "You know I can't do that, princess." 

"Not for me?"

"Not for you, not for anyone I'm afraid."

"Won't even let me try to change your mind?" You purr. Your hands crawl up his tense legs, feeling the muscles quiver under your fingertips before they settle on his hips. 

"I can't promise you anything." His tone turns stern, almost cold, but his breathing wavers at the feeling of your warm hands on his cold body. 

"Then don't. Just let me do my thing and see how you feel afterwards." You suggest, nails scratching just above his belt. His hand flexes for a moment, contemplating, before he traces his gun down your throat and towards your warm chest. 

"Think you can change my mind, do you?" His free hand brushes your hair away from your face before he grabs your chin between his gloved fingers. "Let's see what you got."

You slip your legs out from under him, placing them around his waist and throwing him off balance to the side, following the momentum and sitting yourself over him. 

Red Hood's helmet hits the floor as he lets his head fall back. You lay your weight on his middle before gripping both his wrists while leaning closer to his face. 

"You sound quite cocky. Not much reason to, since you're the one on the ground while I could just get up and run. You'd be left all alone to take care of your little problem." You whisper while grinding your ass against said problem.

"True, but we both know you don't really want to. And it's not so little, princess." His voice is deep and raspy as you continue your hip movements, taking his gun out of his hand. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Then you better start working, doll face."

You scoff at his tone before realizing the safety was off on the gun. "The safety was off?" You ask, shocked, as you turn it on, placing it by your side. 

"Sorry, forgot about it. Had more interesting things to think about." His hands reach for you before you grab them, pinning them beside his head.

"You forgot about it? Not very professional of you, considering your impulses." Your chest meets his as you lean heavily on his wrists. You both know your hold on them means close to nothing and that he could easily get out of it, but he'd allow it if it meant having fun.

"Not the impulses you should be focusing on, sweetheart." His legs bend, urging you forward and making his crotch grind against yours.

“Ooh, I’m so scared of a man whose face I can’t even see. Not to mention the fact that you clearly have a very soft spot for me, sweetheart.” You tease, grinding your hips down firmly, reveling in the deep grunt that makes him chest vibrate against yours.

Red Hood lets out a slow breath, body relaxing completely as he stays silent, “Yeah, you’re right.” he finally says, quietly, absentmindedly. You stare deep into the whites of his mask as he stays tight-lipped and seemingly contemplating something. 

"Can I trust you? Completely?" He asks before you hum, taking your hands away and sitting up. You ignore his boner poking your ass.

"Yes, of course you can." Your expression turns soft and serious as you speak. You hope he can hear your honesty more than see it through the mask. 

He nods before reaching for his helmet, "Wait!" You exclaim as your hands stop him. "What are you doing?!"

"Listen, princess. I want this and I trust you. So I'm acting on all this fucking tension because honestly, I can't wait anymore." And so you let him reach for the back of his helmet, clicking it open with a hiss, before he takes it off and you're baffled by the image before you.

His hair is short and black with a white streak, just as messy and sweaty as you expected. His eyes are a startling, pale green, and they watch your reaction for a moment before his cheeks darken. There's the beginning of dark stubble on his jaw and chin. Even the small scars all across his face, from his cheek to the bridge of his nose, add to his rugged handsomeness that nothing your mind has ever conjured up could compare to. 

"Don't comment too much. We can leave the soft stuff for another time. Right now, I just need to be inside you." The heated look in his striking eyes makes your breath stutter, along with his words. Before you smile cheekily while trailing your nails down his hard abs. 

"'Leave the soft stuff for another time?' That better mean you'll be taking me out on a date, or I'm not having it." You tease, winking at him as he smiles fondly. You take off your mask and place it by his helmet, ego massively boosted by the immensely flustered look on his face as yours is revealed. 

"Do comment all you like. And you can call me Y/N." You whisper into the night, lips a breath away from his. 

"Jason. Nice to meet you, finally."

His soft lips crash against yours as months of tension come to a head while teeth scrape and tongues battle for dominance. You lose it and let Jason suck on your tongue as you rush to unbuckle his pants after raising his shirt slightly.

You feel his hands grip your waist tightly, meaning to flip you under him, before you hold him back by placing your hands on his, "Let me ride you, please." 

"Ah fuck, doll face." Jason's voice wavers as you reach past his boxers to grab his hot member in your cold hand. Your hand moves up and down, feeling him harden fully in your palm as your forehead rests against his. 

Your lips suck on his pulse while your other hand brushes a long scar in the middle of his torso, that you refuse to comment on. 

"Princess, you better stop or I'm gonna cum. And I just wanna do it inside you." He grunts, tugging at your pants while holding your wrist to slow you down.

You take your pants off, thankful for the roof's tall walls and the fact that, for once, it isn't raining like hell. The stone digs into your knees as you settle over him once again. 

"You ready?" Jason asks as you move his cock through your folds. You're not sure of the answer. He looks too girthy for you to take without prep painlessly. But with the burning ache on your core begging to feel him inside, your patience is quickly running out, so you're sure going to try.

You sink down instead of answering, slipping only the head of his cock inside you, making his eyes widen and nearly roll back at the unexpected pleasure, before they close tightly as he struggles to hold his own hips down as you adjust.

"Ah! Doll…" He sighs, hips twitching as they try to raise against the weight of you. You hold yourself up on his stomach as your walls are stretched to their limit, trying not to impale yourself too quickly.

You breathe hard and deep as you move down, the base being thicker makes it harder and not painful, but it's worth it for Jason's face as you finally descend all the way until your hips meet his and he gasps before moaning loudly and deeply. His cheeks become even redder than before, looking to the side at his loud noise.

You lean towards his ear to whisper, moving him inside you slightly which makes him groan again, "Be as loud as you like, nobody can hear you. Plus, not sure anybody cares."

“Fuck, princess, please tell me I can move. I just wanna fuck this pussy so bad.” Jason says, hands holding onto your hips. You nod desperately, already half gone with the feeling of his hard cock fully inside, raising yourself with a whimper and dropping again.

“Shit, doll!” He exclaims, hands helping you move as his hips raise while you drop, his tip hitting you impossibly deep as a layer of sweat starts to form on both of your foreheads, hair sticking to the skin.

“Ah, Jason.” You whimper, grounding your clit against his pelvis at the bottom.

“You feel so good, doll. So warm and wet, fuck…” He sighs, hand grasping your hair and pulling your lips against his as you set a hard and fast pace. 

Your lips barely connect for more than a few moments, kisses interrupted by moans and whimpers as you breathe against each other's mouths. 

Your toes begin to curl as sparks of pleasure travel all over your flushed body, breathing heavy as your heart pounds against your chest. Your body jerks as Jason’s rough and calloused finger starts rubbing firm circles on your clit.

“You close, sweetheart? You gonna cum all over my cock? Clench even tighter, shit!” He sighs, followed by a groan as you do clench tighter around him at his dirty words while the pleasure builds.

“Jason, please! I’m so close.” You moan desperately, muscles twitching as you allow Jason to do the most work with his powerful thrusts and rough fingers.

Your back arches as you finally reach that peak, shivering, nails digging into his stomach as you let him thrust into your pussy until he lets out a grunt once he reaches his orgasm, warm filling you as his cum drips out of you and down your thighs.

You open your eyes, gazing up into the dark sky, catching your breath before looking down. Jason lays back, sighing as the aftershocks of his high wears off slowly, leaving him sated and tired, pent up tension finally released.

You lean forward, ignoring the way your pussy twitches as he nudges the inside, and placing a kiss to his red cheek and smiling at his hazy, faraway gaze.

“So, about that date, you free on Friday?”

[chikraizyj]

Challenge Accepted

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Boring smutty moment 😂 Category: F/M Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Relationship: Allura/Keith (Voltron)

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Allura frowned, rubbing her wrists and dabbing a bit of perfume on that corner of her neck.

Touching up her lipstick a bit, she put it in her bag and got up. She took a last look in the mirror, contemplating her outfit. A short pastel pink satin dress, a color that highlighted her skin tone. It was a little above the knee, and her heels made her look much taller than she already was. The selection of golden jewelry highlighted her long neck, and those lengthy shinny earrings gave her an elegant touch that favored her simple makeup. Her long hair had been worked with the curling iron into small curves. It was simple. With a nod, Allura grabbed her small bag and headed out.

It's not like her steps were any louder than usual… it wasn't like she purposely stomped on the floor with her heels any harder. However, a small smirk curved the corner of her lips when she heard the bathroom door slam open.

With disguised disinterest, she went to the kitchen and took out the white wine she had bought. When she turned around, she kept her face undisturbed as she noticed Keith, leaning in the wall that lead to the hallway.

Allura took a long, slow breath, trying hard not to show the self-control she was looking for. Keith's gaze was something so familiar and at the same time, so new. Despite the distance, she felt his stare searing into her, his calculating eyes absorbing her figure from top to bottom. His hair was damp, freshly washed. It was quite long, reaching a little below his shoulders. Allura loved it, it made him look like those irresistible bad boys from the movies she liked secretly. He crossed his well-worked arms over his naked chest. She glanced down at his torso, where those slight exercise marks and abs were traced by a trail of hair leading to an area that was covered by long black sweatpants.

"Girl's night?"

Allura looked back at his skeptical face and rose eyebrow, somehow a little dazed by the interruption. Something inside her gave her a brief tingle and flashing her eyes innocently, she replied “No, actually. I will meet with my boss” she answered casually, clutching the bottle of wine in her hands.

Keith's eyes narrowed with curiosity. "Honerva?"

“No” she clarified, wrinkling her nose at the thought of that evil villain she had as a boss. She left the wine bottle on the counter bar and walked out of the kitchen so Keith could have a better and complete look of her. She turned around slowly, giving him time to appreciate the sight. "How do I look?"

Keith angled his head in newfound interest, his dark gaze gliding across her figure. “Have I seen that dress before?”

"Nope." Allura runs her hands over her curves, then slowly cups her breasts and then her hips, with just the exact amount of flirtation. Her voice turns low, and teasing. "I just did it. You like it?”

Being a fashion designer had its perks. Leaving aside the messy work room and sleepless hours from work or looking for inspiration. But… now she had a new dress.

A satisfied smile spreads across her face when she notices that part at the level of his hips… the length showing slightly. Keith walks toward her in a lethal slow pace. His eyes burning her soul and consuming her absolutely right. There was only one thing on her mind: Keith, Keith, Keith. She wanted his hands on her, on all her body… his lips on hers, all of her.

Now that she had her heels on, they were level with each other. She blinked as his closeness, surprised as his eyelashes swept his cheeks, making his eyes look so deep… he had beautiful eyes. She could not help but inhale, his aroma, freshly bathed… fresh and clean… and mint. Her eyes drifted to his lips, rosy, they looked so soft. She let out a sigh she did not know was holding. Her hands took control of their own and went to feel his long neck. Allura felt his Adam apple bobbed slightly as she traced with her fingers, then over his shoulders… taking detail of that delicate moles necklace that formed on his clavicle. “Is a really nice dress” he drawled in a whisper.

Allura giggled, sliding her hands over his arms, and taking his hands, guiding them down to her waist. Touch me, touch me, touch me her body sang. As their eyes held, his expression changed subtly from unreadable to a different kind of intensity, something arousing in them. His hands were large, and his long fingers almost round her completely. She bit her lip. “The fabric is satin” she commented, not really knowing what she was saying. So close to him… she couldn't concentrate watching him lick his lips.

A ruby-colored creeps up his cheeks, and he pushed her against him, his hands going up, and a long finger tracing her spine lethally slow, his other hand cupping her ass. Keith takes a step forward and her back collides with the kitchen bar. Like a hunter, he leans down and grazes his nose at that corner of her neck. Tentatively, Allura reached up and brush the tips of her fingers over his chest, his sternum, his heart hammering against it. Her knees immediately went weak and her center contracted. Suddenly she forgot how to breath, why he was not kissing her was a more important issue. Keith's wet hair left wet trails across her bare shoulders. One hand lowered to his lower torso and Keith bit her earlobe in response. His hard length already pulsing against her. She arched her back as pleasure lanced from her chest directly to her groin.

“All of this because of a dress, Kogane?” she purred in a gasp, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she felt Keith's tongue caress that spot that he knew so much. For her part, that mischievous hand went lower and lower… brushing her fingers through the smattering of the hair that trailed down. Her other hand captured his neck and forced him gently to look at her. Keith let out a moan, his teeth tearing at her skin a little before giving away to her delicate strength. He left a mark, that was for sure.

"You can be wearing a trash bag and I'll still want you, Lura" he rasped, contemplating her lips.

"You want me now, Keith?" she asked innocently. "Because now I have to go."

Her hand played with the band of his underpants and the one on his neck tightened their grip a bit. Keith's hands lifted her dress, and the heat from his fingertips over her thighs sent an electric tingle up her spine. Allura lifted her chin and shook her head. “Uh uh… no” she lured, playfully.

An eyebrow lifted briefly and that wild glow took on more life in those eyes. Keith's unfazed at her little pant, in one move made her ass land on the kitchen bar. An animal, which was eager to hunt, waiting and stalking. “Who did you say you were going to meet?”

She did not, but Allura sniggered lightly at his try and gave in. "Lotor." She found her way back to him and wrapped her hand around its length. Keith's shoulders tensed at her touch as she stroked him from root to tip, her thumb moving lightly over the head of his cock.

Keith let out a soft groan, and nudged her legs apart, lifted her dress a little more. His hands brushing against her skin and dipping between her thighs, his fingers teasing. A moan escaped from her lips, her legs already trembling. Keith cocked his head, devouring each expression with his hungry eyes. “Lotor” he repeated, a challenge in his voice.

Allura's core was hammering, tightening in anticipation, feeling already humid there. “Yes” she shifted her grasp, dragging her fingertips along the underside of his balls and wrapping them. Keith took her hand before she could stroke more and push it away gently.

"You aren't wearing panties..." he mumbled, a devil smirk on his face. “Nice.”

Oh that tone. That sexy tone of his. That tone that hides a tease and a warning with it.

The warmth of his fingers there reminded her of that statement. They reached the delicate, swollen nub near the top and Keith pressed his thumb against her, rubbing. Him brushing her entirely was enough to make her roll her eyes and tilt her head back. The hand that was holding her moved to the back of her neck to steady her and make Allura watch him. Her hips twisted toward him, lips trembling.

Allura's breaths were becoming ragged with lust. She shivered and whined, clenching her fist in his hair, the other one supporting herself onto the kitchen bar. ”Is there a problem, Keith?” she inhales, angling her hips toward his touch, the pleasure astounding.

Keith's face is flushed, his eyes wide and bright with want. "No... I just wish you can't get my name out of your head while you talk to him." He runs the hand from the back of her head down Allura's back, massaging the curve of her ass.

“There isn't much time for that…” she warned, her hand on his chest. "I have to leave no later than 5 minutes."

Keith let out a low chuckle, leaning in and peppering kisses over her shoulders. With confident fingers, Keith strokes from her clit through her folds, then twists two fingers together to push inside her… so easily.  “I only need 2.”

Allura opened her eyes wide, perplexed at his answer. The hoarse tone of his challenge making her lift the chin. Her body was shivering, her heart racing and accepting the challenge she knew he was going to succeed. “Try” she pants, spreading her knees farther apart in a silent bid for Keith to go on.

The determination that gleamed in Keith's eyes was that of a hunter who knew he would get what he wanted. Challenged accepted.

So, he didn't waste a second. And he indeed did it. In less than 2 minutes, her legs shook uncontrollably, and climax hit her like a gunshot, ricocheting through her body. Allura was a gasping mess, praying his name. Only one thing in her head: Keith, Keith, Keith. She wanted him, just him, so she was twisting her hips towards him, pushing toward his touch, nailing her nails on his bare back, swallowing ragged breaths, biting his shoulders, feeling as lightening stroke her body, shivering in pleasure and ecstasy …

It was heaven. She more in heaven.

His hand that held her moved slowly up her back, tracing the spine. He knew that made her lose control, he had discovered it recently. She arched her back, a wave of what she had felt seconds ago attacking her again. Keith grabbed the back of her neck, entwining his long fingers in her hair and pulled her towards his lips. This time, a gentle soft kiss was consuming all the flame, calming that storm of pleasure and consummating fire. But it was impossible. Even his agonizingly soft kiss awoke in her a volcano. It took her breath away and carried her to a tightrope where she just wanted to fall and be picked up by him. Keith inhaled sharply and Allura could not help but smile. The texture of his lips, the smell of mint and fresh, the closeness they shared. The storm had passed, yet the waters were always safe, with Keith they always were. The security that he gave her despite being the one who unleashed the storm in her being… the way to bring calm to that tornado of emotions. It was just Keith who had that power. And she trusted him to have that power over her. Their tongues tangled and she could not help but wrap her arms around him and hide her hands in his wet hair. Her heart still beating fast against her chest, and the warmth of his fingers in her core, just there filling her… she was melting into the kiss.

But unfortunately to live you had to breathe. As they parted, it took her a few seconds to calm down, everything was tingling. Though her heart skipped a beat when Keith reached up his hand and sucked his fingers, his pupils focused on hers. Her eyes flickered to those long fingers, his lips and his tongue savoring her juices. Keith's mouth split in a grin of wicked delight.

A cell phone rang, and a sigh escaped from her lips and she shook her head. That was probably Katie or Romelle. She already needed to go.

Allura gave him a kiss on his cheek and got down. Her legs betrayed her and her knees almost touched the ground, however Keith caught her in time, with a proud curve in his lips. Once she was steady, he helped her adjust the dress, with his nimble fingers he placed her necklace the right way and then his eyes moved from her neck to her lips and then her eyes. And she could stay there forever, in the depth of his penetrating gaze. But Keith's hands ran up to her hair, and gently combed it. He looked so beautiful, looking at her as if she was something divine.

He stepped out, and Allura took the wine and walked, swinging her hips a little more than usual. When she reached the door, Allura turned around and opened her bag. Ignoring Keith's stare, she took out a pantie and put it on carefully. Then, she took a last look in the mirror in the door, because Allura thought it was the best place to have a mirror. She took out her lipstick and touched up her lips. She heard a snort and the satisfaction inside her formed a smile. Out of nowhere, Kosmo ran into her and asked for attention. Good timing, Allura thought. Sometimes it was weird when their dog watched them having sex. Allura bent down to pet the giant black wolf.

“Say hi to the girls for me, okay?”

Allura tilted her head and looked up, knotting her brows together in confusion at him. “How did you—“

He chuckled, leaning against the kitchen bar. And Allura could not help but contemplate him… his chest tightening as he laughed, his pink lips, his pale skin now with a little pink color in his cheeks, his messy hair, his eyes wrinkling as he smiled… the way he looked at her, with that glimmer in them. “Your nostrils flare when you lie, Allura.”

“Of course not!” Allura replied almost in an instant, knowing damn sure he was correct. Kosmo barked excitedly, licking her fingers. When Keith was about to say something her phone rang again. She rolled her eyes, standing up. “You idiot”.

“I love you too”.

Allura ignoring the butterflies in her stomach, she opened the door and close it behind her. Leaving her hot wonderful boyfriend to go to the girls night. She took out her phone and texted:

Allura: When I get home, I will make you come in less than two minutes.

It didn't take a minute when he responded:

Keith: Try.

She bit her lip, getting on the elevator. Suddenly the cold air was felt hot.

Allura: Challenged accepted.

Allura let out a silent moan. She could not wait to win this one.

[camiqwerty]

The Mighty Nein according to me, who's never watched Critical Role:

Beau: Blue lesbian monk. Most amazing abs ever. Bottles up her emotions and has 0 chill at all times. She would rather punch her problems than open up about them. Is probably into some kinky stuff. Fjord: Green edgy boy. He has cool pirate vibes without being obnoxious. I feel like he doesn't talk much and is not so smart, but I could be wrong. Had a pact with a creepy underwater entity but he broke it and is now trying to find his way again following the mentorship of... Caduceus!!!: My favorite firbolg boy. He doesn't get the spotlight he deserves. Obsessed with tea and death and speaking like a cryptid. Tall with pink hair which is super cute, but also thin and probably not super healthy even tho nobody seems to care about that. Vegetarian and probably asexual. Looks like a druid but he's not. Wise of heart, dumb of ass™ Yasha: Big goth barbarian lady. She's probably a lesbian too, and I think she's a fallen Aasimar. Sometimes she's there, sometimes she's not. I view her more as a sad person than an angry one, she must have really messed up on her past and never mentions it, at all. Jester: Cute spoiled rich kid who's adventuring because her god directly told her to do so. She's pretty close with him apparently, and is like, insanely powerful. Would kill you without blinking while eating expensive candy. She's a tiefling but from nobility? Which is unusual. Also, her accent is cool, probably German or Russian or something like that. She's probably everyone's love interest. Nott: Alcoholic goblin lady who's not actually a goblin but was cursed to live as one. Still, wielder of the most chaotic energy ever, and could probably blew a building up on accident. I feel like she likes shinny things, and stabbing. Caleb: Another edgy boy, but he's human. Librarian aura but has a messed up past which is probably all his fault and that's why he doesn't share much. His coat is full of secrets, and he seems smart (like, intelligence smart). A cat person and good friends with Nott. Not very good at social interactions. Mollymauk: Last name is tealeaf, but does not vibes as a tea drinking person. Bastard™ energy, hottest tiefling in town, full of jewelry and tattoos. Feels like a guy who would go to a Casino and cheat on as many games as he could until someone would beat him up a little bit and throw him out. I don't really know what class he was, but it doesn't really matters because he's dead :/

I hope I'm not forgetting anyone but I refuse to look them up, enjoy my guesses and if you feel like it, point out what I got wrong and what I got right :)

[industryhearts]

Ufff she called those shinny abs all this years ago for a reason, and now k worked hard to get them back 'cause someone likes them very much👀😆

lol 😆