#there are two rooms with private tubs and one large room with a hot tub

[eulaliasims]

Across from the mead hall and beside the public well is the local bathhouse. Not every sim has the luxury of their own tub, but here they can pay someone else to haul and heat all that water. Aaah, so relaxing. Don't forget to leave an offering to the water spirits outside—I hear they like hazelnuts.

[izvmimi]

cw: light smut. minors dni. oral!f. receiving.

Your nose crinkles for a moment as the en suite bathroom door closes behind you and you’re faced with the purported love of your life, grinning widely at you from the center of a rounded marble tub.

“The water’s warm enough for you!” Luffy waves you over excitedly, and you know if you don’t start moving quickly, he’ll probably let his arms extend long enough to scoop you from that end of the room and bring you over himself. Letting your loose bathrobe slip to the ground from your shoulders, you step carefully towards him, careful for splashed water given how sloppy he can be, but you make it over there in one piece. Once at the edge of the tub, you pause as your leg swings over, then tentatively glance at him. He’s stopped grinning by now, but his eyes are still on you, lips parted slightly as he scans over your naked body, fully distracted but positively so.

Your cheeks warm.

“Hey, maybe you should let the water run first and refill it before I get in, I don’t know where you’ve been,” you tease to keep from being flustered, but just across from your view is the shower, and you remember distinctly being pressed up against the screen by the same person staring unabashedly at your chest right now, hot water and soap suds running down the length of both of your bodies as he fucked you thoroughly.

You know exactly where he’s been.

Luffy mercifully does not remind you - instead he’s finally snapped out of his trance and gets grabby, pulling you into the water with him, arms wrapping the length of your body twice then three times as he holds you close to him. You shriek in surprise and the water sloshes precariously out of the tub with the action, but he has you safe, just as he always does, pressing his cheek against yours as if you’re still somehow not close enough. 

“If you don’t know where I’ve been, maybe we haven’t been spending enough time together on this cruise,” he suggests.

The very idea of a pirate - technically, two now - on a luxury cruise ship is laughable, but here the two of you are, the remainder of the Straw Hats spending time in the neighboring city to recharge in their own ways. You had some reservations about getting on this ship with such a large bounty on Luffy’s head, but between Usopp and Nami’s craftiness, you’ve gotten a practically perfect arrangement in a large private suite, the view of the East Blue replenishing you from early morning to late evening.

And of course, Luffy reminds you that you are loved every waking moment, which is nourishment for your soul as well. 

“I think you’ve been stuck to me like glue, just like right now,” you reply. Despite this, you kiss his forehead, repositioning yourself in his slightly loosened but still present embrace so that you’re straddling him. Unsatisfied with just that alone, he kisses your collarbone, dipping downwards until he’s got a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. You let yourself whimper a little and he looks up at you first, reading the pleasure in your expression, then lets go with a pop. His arms release, then he cups your face and kisses you.

“Do you not like it?” he asks. His voice is uncharacteristically breathy, his voice soft and sincere enough that you practically feel awful for feigning being anything more than completely enamored with him. 

“No, I-”

Having heard enough, he kisses you again, letting his fingers gently trail down the nape of your neck, careful not to disturb your hair pulled up into a bun. He kisses you again and again and again, each one lasting a little longer, the breaks in between a little shorter, and he pulls back finally, taking you in practically beaming, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Wash first or eat first?” he asks.

You blink. 

“We’re already in the bath, Luffy.”

He chuckles to himself, then his fingers slip suddenly between your legs.

“Eating this.”

A finger pads gently at your clit and you bite your lip, nodding. He takes your lead, helping you lay your body back but keeping your lower half propped up close to his face so he doesn’t drown in water but your pussy instead.

Soft, slow kitten licks to appetize himself and yourself, then more voraciously, the desire for more tactile sensation and stimulation satisfied by a free hand squeezing and caressing your ass in between dips of the tongue and swallows.

Generous enough to make sure he satisfies you first, making sure you cum on his face so that he can suck the salty sweetness down further, he lets you rest against his chest for a moment before you’re back to the actual washing portion of this bath, rubbing soap suds all over each other, a process that is half love and worship, half playful, and 100% you.

…

Moments later, after you’ve toweled off and Luffy’s ordered a concerning amount of room service which you know will only last him about an hour until he starts prowling around for the buffet, you’re staring out at the sea and thinking about your hometown.

You never thought you’d fall in love with the sea the way you are now, but there are a lot of things you didn’t expect for yourself at this point in time.

“___, if you don’t come here and have something, I’m gonna eat all of it and you’re going to be mad.”

He’s not wrong, and you return to him on the bed, crossing your legs as you reach over for a bite. He’s eating with both hands, quickly as though he was storing for the winter, but he slows once you’ve rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. 

“Everything okay?”

He puts down a wing to rest his hand on your knee, leaning his head atop yours on his shoulder.

“Perfect even.”

“Mm.”

He continues eating, at some point pushing a bread roll into your mouth that practically has you sputter, but you swallow it down and kiss him.

“I love you,” you say first.

And he grins. “I know.”

Knocking your forehead gently against the side of his head, you grumble. “Well?”

“Of course, I love you too. More probably.”

Your mouth opens and closes as he continues to chew nonchalantly.

“Not more,” you insist.

His dark eyes are bright as he grins widely and assures you, “More than you could ever know.”

[bunnyreaper]

johnny maintains his yearly christmas tradition with you, this time with a twist.

(18+/MNDI, f!reader, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, established relationship, brief mention of reader having a specific hair type. Originally written for @soapsgf as part of the secret santa I hosted, but adapted for tumblr!)

Johnny's enthusiasm for Christmas truly knows no bounds. Coming from a large family, he was surrounded by siblings, cousins, aunts, and uncles who all loved the festive season, and it created an impression that lasted a lifetime. By the time he was old enough to get weary of the holiday, deployments reminded him of how special that time of year was.

When deployments became old hat, little nieces and nephews were there to remind him of what it was all about. But now there was an itch inside him.

Last Christmas saw Johnny proposing to you under the sparkling lights of your flat's dinky little Christmas tree—and this year he needed to match the excitement that last year had given both of you.

Luckily, up in a snow-topped cabin in the Highlands, with a real fir tree and private hot tub—John MacTavish has a plan.

The sound of the radio and your gentle humming carry through from the kitchenette, filling Johnny with a warmth inside that not even the roaring fireplace can provide.

Johnny rushes around the living room of the cabin, grabbing the supplies he'd snuck in earlier from his truck—extra candles, blankets, and the red ribbon he has tucked in the back of his jeans.

Even the mere thought of his impending gift has him half-hard as he kneels on the fluffy rug, ready to go as he unzips his jeans, pulls down his boxers, and gets to work tying the ribbon around his rapidly hardening cock.

Johnny calls out for you, hoping his voice carries enough to be heard over the noise. When he doesn't hear you coming, he calls out louder, his voice booming and cheery as it so often is. "Bonnie!"

Finally, he hears you pause the music and set down the dishes in the sink—moments later, you appear around the door, bright-eyed and content with a dish towel still drying off your hands.

"Yes?" You call out, before you finally take in all of Johnny and his state of undress.

Johnny's smile is infectious, just as it always is—but under the sparkling lights it shines extra bright with a swirl of mischief, Christmas spirit, and arousal. "One last gift."

"Johnny..." You laugh, blushing ever so slightly as your hungry stare settles on where Johnny starts to stroke his leaking cock.

"Yearly tradition, c'mon." He smirks, thrusting his hips into the air slightly as if to tempt his love.

"Fuck. Hard already, Johnny." You tease him with ease, having done this sweet song and dance with him before. After all, it was a yearly tradition Johnny all but insisted upon keeping, even the year you'd spent at his parents where he'd fucked you oh so quietly and oh so dirtily in his childhood bedroom.

"Extra excited to give you this gift, doll." He growls, eyes clouding over with lust. "Get over here."

You quickly find your way to your knees, your hand falling to Johnny's velvety, hard dick in an instant as you begins to stroke him lovingly.

Johnny's hand strokes across your curves, embracing your figure before his fingers find their way lower—across silky thighs, with teasing touches as he goes. Each inch he edges up the hem of your dress, the more shivers wrack your body, and arousal flows through your veins.

When Johnny's fingers dip below the waistband of your lacy panties, the thick pads are greeted with your dripping slick. "Wet already?" Johnny teases back.

"Fuck off." You whisper, just before your lips capture his.

Both of your eyes flutter shut as you fall into each other's embrace, hands caressing each other's most intimate parts as your lips intertwine sweetly.

The kiss between you two escalates, lips and teeth growing hungry as your hands move over each other with enthusiasm.

"Merry Christmas, Johnny," you mumble against your fiance's lips, the hand not on his dick coming up to stroke across his stubbled cheek.

Johnny returns the favour, rough palm settling on your soft skin and caressing. "Haven't even given ye the gift yet."

"The gift wasn't your dick?"

"Not quite, lass." He smirks, fingers curling expertly inside you, against your most sensitive spot inside. His lips fall to your neck as he continues to stroke, nibbling at the one point he knows drives you wildest. "Lay back and find out."

The two of you part slowly, exchanging a few more pecks before Johnny helps lay you down. Your locks cascade around your head like a halo as Johnny settles you into the shaggy rug. His hands take the time to rove over your figure, appreciating every inch of your body under the twinkle of the fairy lights and the flicker of the candlelight.

He pushes the skirt of your dress down your thighs delicately, kissing at the sensitive inner flesh before peeling off your panties. His eyes hold yours the entire time in an intense gaze, but especially so when he pauses with his mouth latched onto your skin, sucking a mark into your flesh. Blue eyes burn into yours, bearing his hunger to you.

"I don't think eating me out counts as a Christmas gift either when you do it every time we fuck." You sigh, overcome with the anticipation and pleasure of Johnny's mouth hovering just inches from your exposed folds.

"Tha's no' the gift, doll." He purrs, quickly dipping down to press a kiss to your swollen clit—he smirks when the action draws a wanton moan from you. "Just getting you ready for the real deal."

Johnny spurs into action, pulling away and scrambling to push off his jeans and boxers. He pulls the ribbon from where it's tied at the root of his dick and tosses it at you, delighting when he draws out your giggles. You brush the ribbon off your face, curling it in your fist as Johnny spreads open your legs, setting your feet on his shoulders.

He's quick to line himself up with your wet cunt, swiping the head of his dick through your folds with a hungry grin and delighting in the way your legs quiver.

As he's about to push himself into the tight heat of your pussy, a weakly protesting hand comes to press against his muscled chest—one that speaks to a rationality neither of you really wants to listen to.

"No condom, Johnny."

"Not this time, bonnie." Johnny circles his cock around your entrance, waiting for permission for you both to give in to your more carnal urges. "Tha's your gift, if you want it."

"Johnny... are you serious?" You gasp, a smile spreading across your face, completely unrestrained. You'd talked about it before, yet you were just waiting for Johnny to come around to the idea.

"Dead serious, gonna make ye a ma..." He growls, before sinking into you fully in one thrust, making sure his cock is snug inside and filling you so completely.

"Fuck, Johnny!" You gasp, struggling to catch your breath as Johnny's hips start moving at a brutal pace inside you. All you can do is lie back and take it, watching as the gorgeous wall of muscle that is your fiance hammers his dick deep inside you.

Still, you need to get out your next words.

"Have something... to tell you." Johnny's eyes flicker to yours, yet he remains quiet and focused. "I'm... already pregnant."

For a moment, Johnny stills, eyes going wide before they're overtaken with an even wilder hunger in his gaze. His hips snap harder and deeper than they did before, as he practically turns into a feral beast on top of his you.

"All the more reason to fuck ye full of my cum, eh?" He growls, his voice desperate and strained as he strokes across your stomach where his seed has already taken hold. "Gonna fill you again, make sure it really takes."

Your eyes roll back in your skull, overwhelmed at the idea of being bred all over again by Johnny, this time with purpose.

You two cling to each other desperately, animal instincts driving you together, as you both desperately seek to make sure you're knocked up good and proper.

It isn't long before your cunt is being flooded with rope after rope of Johnny's potent cum—the man himself not pulling out, instead peppering your face with kisses as he keeps your hole plugged up and his load deep inside.

"Merry Christmas, bonnie."

[kteezy997]

hello hello! don’t know if you take requests, but could you do something about Tim and the reader are already dating and working on a film together. one of the days the reader doesn’t have to show to set so she has a seat for herself and when tim finally gets off work he comes to find her on the jacuzzi of their room using the water jets to masturbate. you can choose how to finish it

i admire your work🥰❤️

A/N: I tweaked the first part a little. warnings: using water jets to masturbate, explicit thoughts, hot tub sex, breast play, Timmy calls reader ‘good girl’ at the end

Jacuzzi// t.c.

You were finally able to fly out and see Timmy for the first time in weeks. He was in the middle of the press tour for Dune: Part Two. You would be joining him in London for two days. You'd miss the premiere of the movie and the after parties, but that didn't really bother you. Timmy was very private when it came to his love life anyway, and you didn't want to take any attention away from him or the film. You were set to head straight to the hotel once your flight got in.

You were exhausted after being on a plane for 10 and a half hours. You honestly thought of just going to bed straight away, but you knew Timmy would be back soon. You didn't want to miss seeing him tonight. And you knew he would be sad if you were already asleep when he got back.

You looked out the window, seeing the city lit up against the darkness of the night sky. It was beautiful; the bustling night life of the city. You saw the large hot tub off to the side of the balcony. You then realized why Timmy told you to bring a bathing suit.

You decided to take advantage of the hot tub now, and you went back in to retrieve your bikini from your suitcase. As you got into the two piece, you looked at your phone. Messages you had gotten while in flight were finally coming through. Timmy's manager had sent you photos of him in his premiere outfit and you scrolled through press photos on social media as well.

He wore a pretty simple outfit, but looked so damn good, as usual. You thought about ripping that big T-shirt off of him, along with those shiny trousers, and running your fingers through his curly hair. You missed him. You missed his voice, his scent, the way you felt so safe and warm in his arms.

You were clad in your pink bikini as you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went out to the balcony. You entered the hot tub, your body stung from the contrast of the coolness of the night mixing with the hot temperature of the water. But you got adjusted to the change after about a minute.

The sound of the jets and the little waterfall on one side filled the air and created a calming ambiance with the glow of the lights along the bottom of the tub. You wished that Timmy would just come through the door already to relax with you.

You kept thinking of him, and of how long it had been since you’d gotten to cuddle him, much less have sex. You craved it at this point. You closed your eyes, thinking about your handsome man, and the ways he knew how to please you. He knew your body even better than you did. He knew all of your weaknesses and kinks. He knew how much you loved his mouth on your body.

You were getting hot and bothered, literally and figuratively. The steam was making your face hot as the water soothed your muscles. One of the jets was hitting your lower back so precisely, working out any aches and pains.

You were reminded that Timmy would often massage you, sometimes before sex, sometimes after, and he really knew how to use his hands. Even more so when it came to playing with your pussy. Your core ached just thinking about it.

Then a thought popped into your head. If the jet felt good on your back…it would feel even better somewhere else. Your turned around, straddling the jet stream. The water shot your clit, making your body vibrate. You moaned and your body shook, your pussy was stimulated to the point of almost numbness. You thought of Timmy’s fingers, rubbing you softly, then faster and faster.

His tongue dancing back and forth on your clit. The way he'd flick his eyes up at you now and then as he ate you out. The shooting jet hit all the right places, your pussy became totally numb with pleasure. You found yourself humping the water, your body eager to feel more pressure.

You put your hand between your legs, and closed your eyes. You rubbed between your folds. Thinking of Timmy's fingers again. After he was done with his fingers, he would kiss your inner thighs. He’d smirk at you. Your next thought was of his tongue nudging your bundle of nerves where your own fingers were.

Then your mind wandered to his cock… thick, veiny, and his pretty red tip.

“Well, what do we have here?”

You were completely startled, and gasped as you slipped under the water. You came back up immediately, coughing up some water and pushing your hair out of your face as you looked over at your lover who had, unbeknownst to you, joined you out on the balcony.

Timmy laughed at you, shaking his head. "Just couldn't wait for me, could you?"

"Sorry Timmy, it's just- I saw photos of you from the premiere and"

He cut you off, inching closer to the jacuzzi, placing his hands on the ledge of it, "And? And what, you got greedy, so you put your pussy on the jets while you thought about my cock?"

"Basically...yes." you shrugged. Having now caught your breath, you swished over to where he was standing, the steam evaporated from your wet, hot skin, and you said, "Get your big cock in here with me."

With a little smirk, Timmy whipped his shirt off, then his sparkly trousers and his boots. Once he was down to his boxers, he stepped into the hot tub with you. "Whoa! That is hot!" he said in surprise as he got accustomed to the temperature.

You got onto his lap as he sat down, your arms enveloped one another automatically, and your lips met. You tasted a bit of alcohol on his lips, but he hadn't stumbled or slurred his words at all, so he wasn't drunk. You were glad that he was able to let loose a little bit and have fun. You knew how busy he had been the last few months as he traveled all over the world to promote two movies, one of them having already raked in hundreds of millions of dollars.

You pulled away from his kiss and he smiled brightly at you. It was so glorious, you felt light and fluffy inside, like you were on a cloud. The sky was dark, with nothing illuminating the night except for the glowing lights in the tub and the tiny squares of indoor lights coming through windows of the many buildings below and around you.

Timmy was so handsome, his strong arms above the surface of the water. Droplets webbing on his skin, the steam coming off the both of you now, the trickling sound of the waterfall, it was all so romantic. It was a moment you could have lived in with him forever.

He kissed your neck, and you held the back of his head, his curls slightly dampened and cool to the touch due to the chill of the nighttime air. He nibbled your collarbone and left some smooches on your shoulder. "So pretty." he whispered, his eyes closed as his lips grazed your wet skin. "I'm so happy you're here." he cooed.

As he looked at you, his irises sea green now, you put your arms around his neck. You let your crotch graze over his cock. “Awe, me too, honey.” You felt his erection growing even more as you kissed him. You moaned into his mouth, and he stuck his tongue in. You felt his cock poking around your clit through the material of your bikini bottoms. "Mm," you began to mutter, "you're so hard right now."

Timmy hummed lowly, his hands went under your arms, and he lifted you up slightly and eyed your wet body. "I want you so bad." he admitted, leaning in to kiss your breasts. He left little kisses along your cleavage, with hungry, sensual sounds.

As he teased your nipple through your bikini top, you begged, "Put your cock in me, Timmy."

He lowered you onto his lap and he pulled the front of his boxers down in an instant, then pushed your bottoms to the side so he could access your pussy. With a firm upward thrust, he was inside you.

"Ohh, shit." you trembled, adjusting to him.

Timmy let out a soft moan, letting his hands settle on your hips under the water.

You started to roll your hips, letting his cock rut in and out of you.

"Aw, yes, baby, yes." he panted, grabbing you by your ass, helping you pump his cock faster.

"Oh, Timmy." you cried, bouncing on his cock now, as fast as you could muster without splashing water out of the hot tub.

His hands moved to your tits after a moment, squeezing them and rubbing your nipples, only adding to effect he was having on your pussy. He pushed either piece of your bikini top aside, exposing your breasts right in his face.

It was quite the sensation having your hard nipples splashing in and out of the hot water and into the coolness of the evening as you rode Timmy's cock.

Again, he felt your breasts. He nipped and licked at them as they bounced with you. He rolled your nipples with his fingers, making you throw your head back. He was able to capture a tit in his mouth here and there to suck them.

You could feel him pumping his hips up into you as well, meeting your thrusts as they got slower.

His waist was smacking hard up into you, and you were moaning like a whore. It was becoming too much for you to keep up with. You threw your arms around his neck, keeping still to let him fuck you. Your face rested in his damp hair.

Timmy held your waist and made the hottest growling sounds as he rutted you. Water was splashing everywhere around you at this point, hitting you in the face, even, but you didn't care. You whimpered and cried as you held onto him, just taking what he was giving you.

He stopped, then stood up in the tub as he grabbed you by your arms. He placed you chest down on the side of the tub. You braced yourself with your hands, trying not to slip. You felt Timmy's hands on your butt. The head of his cock toyed with your dripping clit for a second before he slid in again.

You held onto the edge as he started to ram into you from behind. You were just imagining how hot he looked, water droplets running down his body, frizzy ringlets of his hair bobbing back and forth with his thrusts. Your pussy throbbed and you clenched around his thick cock. His balls caused the warm water to splash your clit. The cold, hard surface of the jacuzzi wall caused your nipples to pebble up. You cried like a little bitch and shuddered as your orgasm overtook you.

"You take my cum like a good girl now." Timmy muttered, squeezing your ass cheeks, pumping his cock rapidly.

You whimpered with each of his final thrusts, trying with all of your might to not slip under the water.

He slammed his cock in one last time, and you felt his warm fluid spill into you. You rested your head on the edge of the tub, feeling all tingly. Then, his cold curls were on your skin as he pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder blade, making you giggle.

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[pinkthrone445]

Heyyy

I’d love a Mel x reader smut where they are enemies to lovers 🥺

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it cute Nonni <3 😊

🎄Happy holidays yall! Smutsanta it's bringing hot requests for naughty people and your names are on my naughty list! Enjoy!🎄

~The Schemmenti Sisters~

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender: Smut ⚠️

Warnlings : (+18) strong words, fingering, vulgar language.

Summary:You and Melissa didn't get along very well, you were friends with her sister which instantly made you her enemy, but PECSA weekend helped fix things.

PECSA week, One of the best weekends of the year, Newbies went for lectures, but you and your friend Marie went for the drinks, hot tubs, and free stuff. Even though you worked at a high-paying school, you weren't going to turn down free stuff and a relaxing weekend. Even though you were a relatively new teacher, Marie taught you that the best way to enjoy those lectures was to take advantage of everything you could, not to go to the lectures. That's how you arrived at the edge of a large swimming pool, sitting in a comfortable chair, a piña colada in one of your hands and your favorite book in the other. Marie was next to you, wearing sunglasses and taking the opportunity to get a tan.

Halfway through your book, your glass was already empty, so you got up to get a new drink, taking the opportunity to stretch your legs a little instead of calling the waiter. While waiting for your new drink, you noticed a woman sitting at the bar, a redhead with a beautiful body, wearing a beautiful bikini that hugged her in all the right places and a little transparent dress on top, you could tell she was a few years older but her body couldn't have been in better shape

-"Good morning, enjoying the pool?"-You asked to start a conversation with the beautiful woman. When she turned around, your smile changed to an annoyed grin at seeing who she was-"Schemmenti"-You said with annoyance in your voice, the redhead laughed when she saw you

-"Were you really about to flirt with me?"-She asked you with a mocking smile

-"I wasn't flirting with you" - you replied quickly

-"Please I know the hate that you normally use to speak to me and it wasn't present in your voice, tell me, didn't you realize it was me or did you finally decide to admit your feelings towards me now that my sister is not glued to your hip?"-The redhead laughed, mocking you with her thick accent, and you rolled your eyes

-"Shut up, if there's anyone who has feelings for the other, it's you. Do you think I can't see how you look at my body now that I'm wearing a bikini? Or how you were drooling looking at my ass now that I got to the pool with your sister?"-You answered, and the eldest frowned with her cheeks tinted red. While she was thinking of an answer, you grabbed her drink and took a sip since it was the same as what you had asked for, you smiled with satisfaction and took a few steps away from her with the drink in hand-"Since we have the same drink, I'll take yours and leave you waiting for mine while you think of a response to my comment" - you said going back to your seat and leaving the redhead there at the bar.

You and Melissa have known each other for a couple of years, from the moment you had met, the hurtful and sarcastic comments began. If Barbara was Melissa's work wife, you were her sister's work wife, and that meant being on her side when the two of them fought. Even though you and Melissa had no reason to fight, the fact that you were on her sister's side and working on a private school already put you against the redhead.

That same night, Marie came to your room to pick you up to go for drinks at the special teachers' dinner, your school had everything it needed, so instead of using that opportunity to talk to suppliers, you used it to have as many "matheritas" as possible. It wasn't very often that you could wake up hungover the next day, so you had to take advantage of the opportunity.

The night was young, the alcohol was strong, your dress tight and the music was just right. Everything was fine as it should be, until you returned to your table after looking for more drinks, and Melissa and Barbara were taking your seats while talking to a supplier who was your friend

-"I got our drinks!"-you said handing the drink to your other friend

-"Well, well, well..."-Marie spoke when she saw her sister sitting in your places. The redhead saw you and her sister and got up from the table and took her drink

-"Let's go, this table is busy" - she said before disappearing and taking Barbara with her, whom apologized before getting up.

After a while, Melissa and her friend returned to the table, Barbara immediately took a chair and slumped down very tired and with her feet sore

-"Sorry ladies, would it bother you if we sit with you again?" - The older one asked and your friend nodded her head

-"We would love for you to join us, as soon as Melissa admits that her bragioli is awful"-The blonde said, turning to look at her sister

-"Are you kidding me? I've seen you put regular bacon in your carbonara, you gagootz"-Melissa responded gesticulating a lot with her hands, making a lot of noise with her bracelets and her sister frowned

-"It was a delicious fusion dish!"-Your friend shouted and you laughed when you saw the embarrassed faces Barbara made as she listened to them, meanwhile you ate the snacks on the table watching the discussion as if it were a movie. While the two were arguing, a woman bumped into the blonde and slammed her back, causing the two sisters to team up to fight her. That's how finally, and in a bit of a strange way, the two of them made peace.

The rest of the night the four of you shared the table and a good round of drinks, you were sitting between the two Schemmentis, being very aware of how your knee brushed against the redhead's, or how her hand occasionally rested on your bare thigh every time someone made a joke and she laughed. When your drinks ran out and you got up to get more, the redhead went after you to accompany you using the excuse that you couldn't bring all the glasses alone. But halfway through, what you were going to do took a back seat when some people invited the two of you to a couple competition to see which group could drink the most matheritas.

Ever since Melissa had made up with her sister, her treatment for you changed as well. You felt like she was still aggressive and sarcastic, but with desire for you too, you didn't know if it was really happening or if you were imagining it because of how much you had taken that night.

When the last opponents arrived, Melissa lowered her glass in one gulp, but you were having a bit of a hard time, feeling that if you kept drinking, everything would come out again the same place it went in. The redhead's hands on your shoulders and her breath on your neck distracted you a bit, taking you away from the nauseas you were having

-"Come on hon, if you take this glass, we'll be undefeated champions, please do it for me... Do it for me and I'll let you look at my breasts when we're done, so you don't have to pretend you're not looking at my cleavage every time I turn to look at something else or every time I bend down in front of your face"-The redhead's voice almost made you choke, but with renewed desire and a new motivation, you finished the liquid that was left in your glass. Everyone around shouted in celebration and you got up a little dizzy from your seat, smiling when the redhead hugged you and held you, celebrating the victory with you.

Before you could register much more, the older one started pulling your arm guiding you through the crowd, at first you thought you would go back to the table, but you blushed to see that she locked you along with her in one of the bathrooms that was empty

-"What are you doing Schemmenti?-You asked, stumbling over your own words as you saw how the redhead opened her animal print dress more, generously letting you see her round and tasty breasts. Nervously you looked away to another part of the bathroom, but she grabbed your jaw and made you look into her eyes, unintentionaly, your gaze diverted to her lips and then to her cleavage, she laughed at the sight of you which made her breasts bounce slightly, making your mouth drool

-"I'm a woman who keeps her word, I told you what your reward would be and you delivered, it's my turn to pay you..."-she replied smiling and you licked your lips that suddenly felt dry

-"I thought it was a joke..."-you whispered suddenly shyly, having Melissa so close in such a small space, intimidated you

-"Joke or not, that definitely made you eager... Even in your eyes I could tell that you liked my idea, so stop being shy and take advantage of the opportunity before someone comes looking for us"-She responded with her thick accent and you finally looked at her breasts, the redhead straightened up to let them closer to your face, your hands trembling with the desire to touch them but you didn't know how far she would allow you to go. She took your hands herself and placed them on her breasts, making you squeeze them. A moan escaped from your mouth and hers, you wished to massage them and fill them with marks every inch and every day. Your breathing was ragged and you felt dizzy, wanting to take a step towards her you tripped and she grabbed your waist tightly, laughing. With great skill and speed, the redhead turned you around resting your front against the sink and your back against her crotch, her breasts felt soft against the skin of your back that was exposed thanks to the back neckline of the dress. With her nails she ran gently down your legs, making you tremble a little-"I've barely touched you and you're already clumsy for me... Tell me, all those times you answered me aggressively and fought me, it was because you were really on my sister's side or to test if I put you in your place? Brat..."-Hearing those words from her mouth made you moan again and move your hips over nothing. With one hand, Melissa grabbed your jaw making you look yourself in the mirror and see her too, with the other hand, she squeezed one of your breasts tightly, pinching your nipples through the fabric of your dress-"I asked you a question, it's rude not to answer... Were you never taught manners? Maybe you need to spend more time with me, I'd put you in your place and you'd be obeying every word I say just to please me..."-The redhead reached under your dress and brushed your crotch through your underwear-"Fuck... You ruined your panties... Answer or the next thing ruined will be you"-she bite your neck marking you lightly

-"I had to defend your sister, she's my friend... But I'm much more happy to be a brat just so you can put me in my place"-you replied between moans, seeing yourself in the reflection made you feel ashamed, but seeing the face of possession of the woman behind you, made you very wet. The redhead, happy with your answer, began to move your underwear to the side, with her thumb she parted your outer lips and with her ring finger she went all over your center collecting your juices. Your hips involuntarily began to move against her fingers, which she understood as a signal to start pressing and playing with your clit. Even though you did your best to keep quiet, you were failing miserably, so the woman took your face with her free hand, making you turn your head to one side so she can connect her lips with yours to keep you quiet. While her fingers were doing magic, her mouth took you to another level, her soft and delicate lips kissing you in such a profane and dirty way, her tongue expertly finding its way into your mouth as if she had already kissed you a thousand times and knew what you liked.

You felt like it was just another one of your fantasies where the redhead was mercilessly fucking you in every corner she found you, but the way her fingers were touching you was too real to be a dream. Melissa inserted two of her fingers into you quite easily because of how wet you were. Still kissing you, she started pumping them inside you while her thumb played with your clit. Your walls began to imprison her fingers, but she only pumped them harder. When she noticed that you were close, she bent you a little over tha sink,then she bent her fingers, spread them apart, and played inside you very skillfully, making you come over her fingers and moaning on her lips. Your body relaxed against her, still spasming and already out of breath, you parted your lips from her and leaned against her body, trying to recover. After a few more seconds of pumping, the redhead pulled her fingers out of you and put them in your mouth for you to lick and clean, smiling as she watched through the mirror how, still lost, you sucked her fingers as if your life depended on it. The woman carefully turned you over and gave you one last kiss, moaning as she felt your taste on her lips. She quietly arranged her clothes and yours to look more presentable and not like you had just fucked in a bathroom. She smiled and unlocked the door, she was about to leave when you grabbed her hand, she turned and looked at you curiously

-"Stay, I want to taste you too..."-You begged still agitated and she laughed

-"You can barely breathe hon... You'd better get your breath back and we'll do it another time, because if we don't get back to the table soon, my sister and Barbara will come out looking for us, and my sister will be mad at me again when she sees that I fucked her best friend in a bathroom... And I don't want to fight her because that's going to mean not seeing you again..."-she whispered before kissing your forehead and leaving the bathroom, leaving you there to catch your breath.

The rest of PECSA's remaining time went by normally, as if nothing had happened, except for the discreet glances and touches between you and Melissa.

-Two Weeks Later-

When the last of the children left the classroom, you grabbed your bag ready to leave, but were surprised to see a redhead leaning against the door of your classroom

-"Schemmenti... What are you doing here?" - You asked and she smiled

-"I came to visit my sister..."-She replied simply

-"Well...Her classroom it is the next one, not here..."-You replied a little disappointed, you would be lying if you said that since she had touched you, you hadn't thought of her again eating you out or you licking her pussy. Nights went by begging for her to call you or something, all you wanted was for it to happen again, to be with her again. But she didn´t .

-"I know where her classroom is, but I also came to see my favorite girl at this school and that's not her... It's you... Since you're about to leave, do you want to go eat something at my house?"-The redhead offered and you nodded excitedly closing your classroom to go with her.

[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Taking A Relaxing Bath With Yami

Yami Sukehiro X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Suggestive themes, mentions of nudity, flirting, and I believe Yami is a warning in himself

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) Oh my gosh y’all! The Black Clover movie is sooooo good! It made me realize how much I miss the anime! I’m keeping up with the manga and reading the chapters as they are released but man there are so many things I want to see come to life! Hey Black Clover studio new season when?! Anyway my magical husband is back (he needed more scenes but honestly I can’t get enough Yami anyway) and I need some self-indulgence stuff! XD So bear with me as I go insane! ~Countess

The Black Bulls had been your home for awhile now and you had seen many battles. Some tough. Some easy. The other members felt like family and you grew closer to each and every one of them every single day. Yami was a different story as you were in a relationship with the dark haired captain. While he seemed rough and crude, he was actually a caring man that showed how much he cared in different ways. He always seemed to in tune to your needs or how you were feeling. While he wasn’t much into PDA, in private he made sure to make up for it tenfold. You couldn’t complain about your life and you enjoyed all that being a magic knight had to offer. But it wasn’t easy all the time. Missions were rough and you did get hurt several times. It was the aches the next day that had you trying to rest to get well enough before the next mission.

Your body was covered in scratches and bruises were beginning to mar your skin. Yami had been out the majority of the day as he had a meeting with the wizard king. He took the loudest Black Bull members with him as well, leaving the base quiet enough that you could get some much needed rest. 

Night was covering the sky and still Yami had yet to return. At first you had been concerned that he was hurt or finding the company of other women. But you were quick to find out Yami was strong and not that type of man. Though he did enjoy gambling too much and if you went to look for him, you normally found him gambling all his earnings and then some, away in some seedy tavern. So instead of worrying, you decided to ease the aches by taking a much needed hot bath. Grabbing the few supplies you kept for your personal use, you went to the bathing room of the base. There was two different areas, one for the women and one for the men. Naturally you went into the women’s bath and the steam that greeted you had you relaxing just from the feel alone. 

All the tension melted away as soon as you hit the hot water and in mere seconds you were submerged up to your neck. You hummed softly stretching your joints and wiggling your digits in the water. You hadn’t been soaking long when the door opened. You weren’t facing the doorway and you couldn’t really see due to the heavy fog of steam, so the only option was to call out the name of the person you thought it could be.

“Vanessa?”

The clack of a wooden tub and a rough chuckle split the air, “Not even close sweetheart.”

You couldn’t get turned around before Yami was kissing the back of your neck. His large hand keeping your hair out of the way of his affections.

“Yami,” you whimpered.

“Mmmm?”

“This is the women’s bath you perv.”

Yami only chuckled and you braved turning around. Relief flooded you at seeing he was a little decent with the loincloth still wrapped around him. Though it made you realize your situation as you were naked as the day you were born. While he was occupied you grabbed the towel you’d brought to dry off with and wrapped yourself in it, to save a little bit of your womanly modesty. Yami had rinsed himself off and didn’t take long on getting in himself. Like you he was tired and sore and the hot water was doing wonders for his body. While you were happy to see him you stayed on the far side of the bath giving him enough space. Yami didn’t like you so far away, so while you were occupied lathering a cloth with soap he made his move. You squeaked when you felt his large hands grasp your waist and unceremoniously plopped you into his lap with a splash. You fought causing water to go over the edge of the tub, but Yami held firm refusing to let you go.

“Do your thing I’m not even here,” he grinned before nibbling at your bare shoulder.

“It sure feels like you’re here,” you retorted. 

You couldn’t be mad at him though as you felt safe in his arms while the warmth of the water seeped into your bones. Yami continued to kiss you while watching you scrub at your arms and legs, getting yourself clean. You rinsed off, splashing Yami a little in the process. You were about to get up when he opened the back of your towel. Before you could protest he shushed you quickly, taking the cloth you had used and started to wash your back. You melted into his touch as he got where you couldn’t reach. His fingertips blazing a trail down your spine, you shivered despite the heat. When he was done, Yami spun you around so you could face him. Your towel barely holding up as you kept a hand pressed to your chest. His warm gaze lingered on your lips before he leaned in and took your mouth. You moaned loudly, clinging onto the giant of a man that you called yours. Your senses filled with Yami. His touch, his breath, his skin, everything. You begin to lose where you ended and he started as he starved for your taste. The water suddenly became too hot and you couldn’t take it much longer. Yami sensed your desperation and pulled away. He chuckled at your dazed look while helping lift you from the water. He got you a dry towel and turned away, leaving you to change into something decent. When you were done, Yami had changed into a fresh pair of sleep pants. He took your hand, leading you out of the room and towards your and his shared bedroom. Your aches had finally left your body and you were ready to go back to work. Though you were sure you were going to need another bath to ease yourself of the pains if Yami had his way tonight. There was a high chance he would get what he wanted, as you couldn’t say no to your beloved captain.

[thedirtygridd]

THE SECRET ON THE YACHT…WITH LECLERC, GASLY AND YOU

WARNINGS - 18+, strong sexual content

Summary - You are invited on the private yacht with Charles and Pierre again, which can only mean one thing….everything is about to get wild. And this time, they have a dirty surprise for you.

“What have you two got planned for me this time?” You asked suspiciously as they led you into the posh yacht bathroom. Your bare feet slowly stepped on the cold marble floor. Pierre and Leclerc both guiding you with each hand

You had been here before…you knew what the yacht meant to Charles and Pierre. It was their chance to take attractive girls away from the paparazzi and have some fun. You had got wild last time you stepped foot on this yacht. Orgys, threesomes, foursomes. You had done them all with these two horny boys. But what was next?

Both Charles and Pierre were topless. Their beautiful bodies glistened in the bathroom lights. They had been sunbathing all day, so their muscly back, abs, chest and arms were all smothered with hot, slimy oil. It made them look even sexier. You bit your lip at the sight of them both. Charles cleanly shaved all over, looking smooth as a baby and Pierre looking hairy, almost animalistic. You noticed the oil dripping in between his chest hairs. Or maybe it was sweat from the sun? Regardless of what it was, you wanted to taste it.

Before the boys took you fully into the large bathroom. Pierre placed a blindfold over your eyes.

“You wait here baby” he added, while slowly kissing on your neck.

As he did it, you noticed a draft of a mixture of his sweaty musk , and the smell of sweet aftershave hit your nose. He was definitely sweaty. You loved it when he got sweaty. Your taste buds salivated at the smell. You wanted more.

But now you couldn’t see. You stood there, in your tight lingerie (that they had both requested for you to wear) and stood there wondering what the hell was going on!

You heard the boys chatting in French, which you couldn’t understand, and noticed them moving around the room.

“Okay baby…we hope you like this, it’s taken a while but…” Charles didn’t finish before Pierre interrupted

“She’s gonna fucking love it” he added

One of them gently grabbed your hand , you thought maybe it was Charles, because you could feel his finger rings touch your skin. He brought you over to an object

“Lift your leg up and step in” he commanded

You hesitated for a second, and then lifted your leg. You noticed Pierre grab your other hand to help with your balance, and at the same time he smothered his wet tongue over your neck. His mouth was ridiculously wet, almost like he had been saving up his saliva to spread on you.

You stepped into what felt like a bath tub, one foot at a time. As you lowered your delicate feet, you noticed you were stepping into something that didn’t feel much like oil.

“What is this? Haha” you asked the boys, as Pierre continued to suck on your neck.

You found it hard not to groan with the pleasure Pierre was providing you with. The bristles of his beard tickling and scratching your skin, at the same time as his tongue salivating all over your neck, and occasionally the feeling of him sucking on you. He was definitely going to leave a mark.

“Kneel down” spoke Charles

“But what is this bath filled up with?” You asked

Whatever it was, it felt warm, and very gooey. It was thicker than water, and thicker than oil too. It felt almost like syrup, but had a strange smell to it. You couldn’t quite make out what it could be.

“We’ll take your blindfold off once you have knelt down” Charles added

And so you did. You knelt down into the bath, which was filled with something you couldn’t quite work out. Whatever it may be, it felt really quite sexy in your skin. You felt it soak into your lingerie as you knelt into it

Your hands brushed your legs and smothered the warm fluid over your lower body.

“Now let’s have some fun” Pierre said while whipping off the blindfold.

The first thing you saw in front of you was Pierre standing fully naked, with his hand stroking his hard , and now fully wet cock.

Charles was standing just to the side, and doing the same. The size of their cocks always took you by surprise. How could a man be so Perfect in every way?

And then you looked down…and that’s when you realised

“Wait…is … is this?”

“Mhm yeah it is…..” Pierre said excitedly as he stroked his cock even harder

You didn’t even get to finish before Charles revealed “it’s cum”

Before he added “it’s both our cum…we’ve been saving it up in this bathtub. So many wanks later, we have managed to fill it up for you”

You were shocked. The bathtub was literally full of cum. Almost to the brim…

“this must’ve taken ages to fill up” you asked

“Not with us. We’re horny guys” Pierre added

“Now fucking suck me off and let me add to it” he replied

You took Pierre’s cock inside your mouth. The feeling of him pulsate inside you, and the feeling of both of their warm Cum smothering your body, turning you on to crazy levels.

“Oh…and I forgot to add” Pierre started saying before adding “I fucked my girlfriend earlier today, and still haven’t washed”

As he said it, he pushed himself further into your mouth, gagging you on his cock. The taste of his salty pre-cum, and the taste of his girlfriend filled your mouth.

“If only his girlfriend knew how much Pierre slept around” you thought.

He would go around fucking as many fit girls as he could, he didn’t care. And now you had him in your mouth.

At the same time, you felt Charles enter the bath

His body quickly getting covered by their own cum as well.

Before you could turn to him, Pierre grabbed your face and kept you sucking him off, and Charles pushed your ass out of the cum, and began to fuck you from behind.

He used the cum as lube, and slid his hard cock into your hole. As he did, he slipped a couple of his fingers inside your ass.

You now had all your holes filled. Your mouth, your pussy, and your ass. All filled up by sexy men.

Was this heaven? You asked yourself, as Charles thrusted even harder inside you.

The movement of him fucking you causing the cum in the bath to slosh around all over you both.

“Fuck you don’t get all the fun, Charles!!” Shouted Pierre, almost like he was jealous.

Pierre jumped into the bath himself, allowing you to breathe again briefly, before he smothered his cock in cum with his thick fingers, and then shoved it back in your mouth.

As this was happening, Charles and Pierre both leant in over you in the middle, and began making out.

You could hear the loud, and juicy kissing noises as they smothered each others mouths with their tongues.

They would both collect cum up with their fingers and spread it over each others faces, before licking it up again.

Pierre and Charles both getting cum stuck in their stubble. Their jawlines looking ridiculously sharp with hot, milky cum smothered all over it

“Shit, fuck me now” Pierre shouted to Charles.

Charles pulled out of you, and positioned himself on Pierre. He slipped his cum covered cock into Pierre’s ass, and began fucking him. As he did this, Charles pushed your head below him and got you to lick his own ass. You rimmed him out as he thrust his cock inside Pierre. The noises both of them were making were incredible.

The groans were so loud you wondered if people onshore would hear you. Pierre almost crying at the pleasure he was feeling from his good friend charles, and you couldn’t help but groan at the taste and feeling of rolling Charles out.

You couldn’t help but notice how sexy they both looked as they fucked. Both of their body’s smothered in cum…the room getting all steamy and sweaty with the amount of exercise going on.

Charles pulled out of Pierre, as if he was ready to explode…”Get in the middle” Charles added

So you did. You sat in the middle of them both as they turned and jerked their cocks pointing at you

Charles then grabbed Pierre’s cock, and his own, and jerked them together with one hand. Both of their wet cocks sliding against one another. The friction of the movement making them both cum.

You had never seen two cocks simultaneously cum together, while being stroked together.

As they released their loads, some of Charles’ splattered up onto Pierre’s hairy abs, and some of Pierre’s splattered up onto Charles’ smooth abs. But the majority of it dropped off their veiny cocks and into your mouth.

The taste and texture of what these boys produced would never get old for you.

Once they finished, they both lay down in the bath, and you in the middle. Both boys sitting opposite one another, and you interlocked between their muscly legs.

As you all lay and caught your breath, you glided your hands up and down both of their legs. Feeling the muscle, which felt even better submerged in cum.

“Fuck…I’m staying in here a bit longer, what about you?” Pierre asked

You all laughed and took your time to enjoy the moment.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This historic 1853 New Orleans, Louisiana home looks like a typical NOLA home, but it's deceiving, b/c this one has 8bds, 6.5+ ba, and is priced at $2.75M.

Through the gate is a stone driveway, a path, and side doors.

The main hall entrance of the home is in the courtyard. Isn't this beautiful?

It has a long sitting room with 2 fireplaces.

If this small dining room is for everyday, it is super elegant.

The kitchen is super cute, but it's not the only one. Since this was originally a multi-family home, there are 4 kitchens.

Can't tell which bedroom is the primary b/c they're all beautiful and basically the same size.

This is the 2nd kitchen on the 2nd fl. and it's a combination kitchen/family room.

The bedrooms up here are smaller, but cozy, and one has a lovely built-in closet.

The bath they show is so delightfully retro with mid-century pink & black tiles and matching flamingo wallpaper.

Here is a casual sitting room.

They also made a small screening room.

And a small kitchen by the back stairs.

The stairs go up to a cute little bedroom with a fireplace.

This narrow dining room is completely enclosed in ceiling to floor curtains. It feels a little claustrophobic.

There is another bedroom with an en-suite bath.

And a 4th little kitchen.

You can see how large the home is just by looking at how long this terrace is.

There are two 2-story buildings around a center courtyard.

The courtyard is so pretty and lights up beautifully at night.

There's also a lovely private sitting area and a hot tub.

[daman19942]

Burnaby Hall II - Remake of 2008 Lot (No CC)

In which I remake a lot I built 15 years ago and turn it into an English Tudor! Bringing this lot into 2023 has been a super fun project, and a chance to see how my building and decorating styles has changed over the years.

This medium-to-large home features 4+ bedrooms and 4.5 baths, and is set up for indoor and outdoor entertaining. When you enter the foyer, archways lead you to the old world kitchen and dining room. On the right side of the house you'll find the great room where the family can watch a late night movie, play pool, or otherwise socialize. A large, two-car deep garage completes the left side of the house.

Two staircases, one more public another more private, take you to the second floor. Take the one from the foyer up, and you'll find a landing area with couches where the kids can hang out, a nursery, twin bedroom, study, and a full bath. If you want more separation from the rest of the house, take the kitchen stairs up to the parents' suite and a teenager's bedroom. And if you still need more space, an unfinished attic offers plenty of room for expansion.

Outside you'll find a grill station with a built-in bar and a hot tub and large pool off to the right. Large, old trees reinforce the idea of privacy, and tidy plantings border the home. Just hire a gardener in the fall ;)

Download: SFS | MTS

CC Shown But Not Included Sung Gyu Sunburst Oriental Rug Default Replacement by @tvickiesims slig Greenhouse Default Replacement

More pictures under the cut. Additional and comparison pictures coming in a separate post!

[tiredmetalenthusiast]

To Start Anew (TF141xLATA!Reader) Ch.4

Whooo sorry for the wait ya’ll! Summer is kicking not only ass but my internet’s ass! Here is chapter 4! Ya gurl has a breakdown and the guys check in on her!

Warnings: Language, breakdown, crying.

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The room was absolutely stunning! A veranda for you to sit and watch the sea, a short walk away from the room was the private beach, the bed was definitely big enough to fit two people and your brain suddenly can’t help but think of bringing someone into that bed for a night. You deserve to have fun while you’re here and you plan to!

The bathroom was pristine with a large tub, dark marble on the counters encompassed in tan wood. “I have to send a video to mom and dad!” You start up a video call with your family to show them the room and the view. “Oh honey it's beautiful! Such a lovely place to stay for 2 weeks!” “Oh I wanna see!” You hear your sister chime in the background before she crowds into the call. “The place has a private beach too and a pool with a restaurant next to it!”

”Well I’m more interested in the very handsome men hanging around by the pool!” You laugh as your mom and sister start to ogle the men and turn the phone away. “What!? I wasn’t done looking! No fair!” “I’m sure they don’t want someone gawking at them while they swim and relax!” “Well I mean, they are pretty good-looking. That big fella with the face mask looks like he could be a good time.” “OH MY GOD DAD!”

He laughs at your now red face as you distantly hear your sister say to have fun and to let her know all the dirty details if you snag one of the men. “No! Jesus Christ they’re on leave! I don’t wanna bother them! They are nice because we chatted at the airport but they came to relax!” “Well dear I don’t think they’d be too opposed to…having some fun as well if you catch my drift!” “Perverts all of you! I’m gonna take a shower and take a nap!” Your family laughs before wishing you well with a promise to call later.

Sighing, you hook your phone into the charger and grab a change of clothes. You definitely need a nice hot bath and a nap, you deserve it. As you undress and step into the hot water, you feel the tension leaving you all at once, practically sinking into the tub. The groan that leaves your throat is nothing short of graphic. ‘I really needed this.’ The thought comes fast and the tears follow as you fall into your sad thoughts again, it was only a day ago after all since the worst day of your life happened.

“Stupid fuckin bastard! If he didn’t want to get married why the fuck did he propose?!” The tears are cool as they stream down your cheeks as opposed to the heat surrounding your body. “Should have fuckin known.” A shudder runs through you as a sob breaks past your throat and you scrub at the tears to get them to stop, though it is futile. You sit and cry in the tub for a good while before calming down enough to clean yourself and rinse off before stepping out.

As you wrap yourself in the fluffy bathrobe you remember that you wanted to order champagne. Just as your hand is on the phone you think mimosas sound a lot better and order the champagne and oj to be sent to your room with the engraved glasses his dad had ordered. Maybe you could just break his, maybe you could use it as a weird roleplay toy, the possibilities are there and ultimately you decide against the roleplay usage and plan to just shatter it if they bring it.

-With the guys-3rd person-

It was still bright outside as the 141 men were enjoying the pool at the hotel. “Do ye ken the little lady is okay?” Gaz sips his drink as he shakes his head, “Nah mate I don’t think so. She still seemed pretty pissed when she was talking to us about it at the airport.” The other three nod in agreement. Becoming alert at the sudden sounds of yelling and shattering glass.

They turn towards the woman’s room. She’s standing, that much they can tell, her sobs however are loud and they continue to watch as she falls to her knees. Her wails of sorrow are not for their viewing pleasure and they really should be minding their business. “Alright time to go see if she’s okay.” Price stands from his lounge chair, drinking down the last of his whiskey before making his way to her room.

It almost seems concerning for the four of them that anyone can access someone else’s room simply by walking far enough. Simon, Johnny, and Gaz follow suit. As they approach they see her seated on her bed, wine glass in hand as she scrubs at her eyes. “Everythin a’right?” The suddenness of Simon’s voice startles her as she shoots up, almost spilling her wine on her dress.

”Woah, woah, easy. Sorry for the fright, we just heard the yelling and the glass shatter. Wanted to make sure you were good.” They watch her take deep, calming breaths. “Oh my god! You guys scared the shit out of me!” Hand on her chest as she calms down, sniffling as she takes a sip of her drink. “So…are ye alright?” She sighs and sits again.

She gestures for them to sit as well and they all grab chairs. “Uh…yeah. Yeah I think I’m good now. Sorry for the uh, noise. Just working through the emotions.” Simon looks around the room. Nothing looks broken as far as the decor goes. “What broke then?” She looks at an empty corner of the room, broom leaning next to it. “Oh that. My ex’s dad paid for engraved wine glasses and I…decided to break his. Felt good.” The guys nod in understanding before they see realization cross her face.

”God I’ve been so fuckin rude to you guys since we met. Dumping all my trauma on you, being overly cautious of you guys. Fuck I’m not even a good host! Do you guys want a drink or something?” The concern is so real on all four of the guys’ faces it seems to stall her, the steam running out of her as she puts her glass down and puts her hands in her face. “Ya wanna talk about it?” She shakes her head. “No. No it’s fine I…I’ve impeded enough. Sorry for the noise guys, I’ll try to be quieter. Was getting ready to leave anyway to go explore.”

She gets up or wash her face and apply her makeup. “Okay welp…see you guys later? Have fun with your stay!” The guys stand stunned as the door closes behind her, before they shake it off and head back for the pool.

Tag list: @cumikering @devcica @catmouseggy

[persimmonthusiast]

Here comes my third build for the Foundations for Families challenge rebooted by @rockethorse! This time with a modern and rather fancy townhouse for rising soccer star Tyler Gravel.

The ground floor is mostly an open concept with the suspended staircase being the centerpiece. Even though Tyler lives alone, he likes to host parties and have friends and relatives over. I wanted the living area to feel spacious despite the house having a relatively small footprint. The entry hall is only separated from the main area by an arch, and includes a desk, access to a toilet and the staircase to the basement. And the kitchen would not be complete without a blender for Tyler's morning protein smoothies! (More pics under the cut)

The first floor has two bedrooms: a guest room furnished with twin beds, and Tyler's bedroom with a closet and high bay windows opening onto a private balcony. Tyler puts a lot of effort into his looks, and the main bathroom reflects how much time he likes spending there, complete with a massaging shower, corner bath and a large vanity.

Tyler's home gym is located in the basement, with an attached bathroom and combined shower/sauna cabin. The rest of the basement is occupied by a "play room" to entertain his... special guests And of course a bachelor needs a nice terrace, including a hot tub and outdoor lounge for grilling/pool parties.

Again I struggled a bit with the layout for this one but I had a quite clear vision from the start of the vibe I wanted to achieve, and I think it turned out pretty close to what I envisioned!

[stratossphere]

birthday girl | v.v

there’s only one thing you really want for your birthday, and ville’s swallowing his pride enough to give it to you.

warnings: smut, there is literally no plot, sub!ville, choking, handjobs, ville calls the reader ma’am, light mentions of crying

word count: 4.8k

a/n: this will end up being two parts, neither of which will have any plot, so here’s the first one for now :)

tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666

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Sometimes, you really stopped and realized how fucking lucky you were. Sure, you had to travel around a lot, and sometimes Ville wasn't the easiest person to be in an all-over-the-place relationship with, but even despite that, you were really fucking lucky.

Unfortunately, Ville was on tour on your birthday this year, but despite the fact, he'd planned the tour around the weekend that it fell on just so that you didn't have to go anywhere and that you wouldn't only have the morning before he had to get back up on stage once the evening came.

He'd also booked the both of you a honeymoon suite at a hotel in Prague, which was the country the tour had paused in, and which had a fucking hot tub on the private balcony outside. All of this while he was close-to burnt out from months on end of touring and a little chronically hungover from the nights of partying that went with it.

But despite all that, there was only one thing you really had on your mind when you came back to the room after eating breakfast. And that one thing was dressed in only one of the nice white robes that fancy hotels always had while he chugged down champagne in bed next to you where you were winding down from the rest of the band giving out their makeshift birthday presents (the best of the worst being a large bottle of whiskey that was actually almost full from Gas) at the breakfast bar downstairs.

"You know, you're supposed to sip that." You said dryly as you watched Ville down the rest of the champagne in his (third) glass like a shot. You were only on your first glass, as you'd only been in your room for around ten minutes. Ville liked to do fancy things in his own way, apparently.

"Yeah. If you're twelve." He scoffed, turning to look at you with an unimpressed look on his face. "You're supposed to party on your birthday."

"You know what else I'm supposed to do on my birthday?" You asked coyly, turning and wrapping both arms around his arm where you were leaning against his shoulder. When he continued to look at you, you grinned. "Whatever I want to you."

"I thought the presents would be enough to tide you over." He grumbled, his face filled with irritation despite the fact that he sounded nothing but wary. But, he could be wary all he wanted, because it was finally your time to repay him for all the shit he'd put you through, and there was no way you were passing up the opportunity.

"Okay. First rule of my 'do anything I want' present is that you're not allowed to have any attitude. You have to be nice and well-behaved." You announced, pulling away from him and then up onto your knees. "Second, I've got two different ideas, so you have to do both."

"Jesus fuck. You better not break my cock as your birthday present." Ville grumbled in response, his hand coming out to rest on your bare thigh where you were wearing shorts due to the high heat of the Prague summer.

"Depends on how well you behave." You said coyly, beginning to play with the tie of his robe where it was still tied around his waist. He pursed his lips, eyeing you over as he let out a small sigh.

"I suppose I'll be doing whatever you say, then?" Wow. How incredibly intuitive of him. In actuality, there was no way he couldn't have known what was coming, because there were only a select few things he generally didn't let you do, but still. You were a lot more excited than he seemed to be.

The reasoning behind Ville's apprehension and general disinterest towards what was coming to him was simple; he was in no way submissive whatsoever. You'd tried about a million times, but the simple fact remained that he was about as much of a control freak as one could be (you'd been subjected to hours of complaints about Ville's tendency to 'take over' during band rehearsals), and it translated heavily into the bedroom. There was no taking control from Ville in the places that he felt he had earned it.

But he was going to have to cope, because it was your birthday fair and square. You were willing to be a little lenient to let him ease into it because you knew he was going to have an attitude, but he hadn't drawn the line against it, so you were getting your turn whether he liked it or not.

"Just relax, baby. It'll be fun. I swear." You soothed, shifting into his lap so that you could kiss him gently. When he relaxed into the kiss after a second or two, you slipped a hand under the material of his robe to rub from his chest up and over his shoulder. "I love you."

"Are you going to be gentle with me?" That was funny coming from him of all people, but you nodded and did a dramatic crossing of your heart for added effect before you went right back to kissing him.

As his muscles began to relax with each kiss that you gave him, your hand found the tie of his robe, and you began to pull it undone slowly, aiming to savor this experience as much as you could before you had to wait a year or so to get it again. His breath caught in his throat slightly when your hand finally made contact with the warm skin of his abdomen, and his legs subtly opened a little wider underneath you at the same time.

"You're so handsome." You cooed softly as you skated your hands over his chest, your lips moving to the line of his jaw as you continued to suck at his skin softly with each kiss. He gently tipped his head a little further to the side to give your lips more territory, and you purposely sucked a little harder once you moved down to his neck to leave hickeys on his pale, soft skin. "You're the best birthday present I could've ever asked for."

"Y/n." His tone was soft, almost as if he was trying to draw your attention. You had pulled his robe completely open now, and his cock was lying completely hard against the tattoo on his stomach, but he must've been crazy if he thought you were going to give in that easily.

You were also subconsciously musing over the fact that he'd been walking all over the lobby and breakfast cafe of the hotel in a robe and literally nothing else. And had been wearing it tied pretty loose, on top of that.

You dragged your fingertip in a half-circle across his lower stomach, purposely avoiding his cock as you pulled back to watch his face. His unimpressed look still hadn't wavered, but you knew it wouldn't take long. Ville was used to getting what he wanted as soon as he wanted it, and that was very well about to change in your favor.

You leaned in further to let your lips travel further down his neck and over his collarbones. His chest was heaving by this point as he tried to take deep breaths to hide the fact that he was making any noise, and you broke away just as you got to the start of his chest to grin coyly at him.

"Does that feel good, baby?" As you spoke, you danced your finger across the taut muscles of his abdomen, reveling in the way he inhaled slightly at every individual touch. To give him credit, you could definitely understand why he liked teasing so much.

"It would if you actually did something." He muttered impatiently, looking up at you with a defiant look that he would've smacked your ass into high heaven for had you been the one giving it. You tutted.

"Be patient and ask nicely." As you said it, you wrapped a hand around Ville's throat, forcing him to look directly at you as you took your other hand completely off of him. Jesus, it was fun to say things like that to him. You could very clearly see a bead of precum pooling right onto his tattoo, and you grinned even wider. "Come on, baby. You know what to say."

He said nothing at first, but you didn't mind waiting. You had all the time in the world, and it wasn't like he had forgotten. Finally, after a moment of that defiant stare, he closed his eyes.

"Please touch me. It hurts." His voice came out as almost a whine, and it shot heat throughout your entire body at the sound. It wasn't often you ever heard that tone of voice out of your usually-baritone-spoken boyfriend. You leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger against his skin.

"Please what?" You knew he knew, and you also knew that he was just avoiding it on purpose. He shot a look at you before clenching his jaw.

"Please, ma'am." He breathed, swallowing thickly where your hand was still wrapped around his throat. You hummed in satisfaction, your free hand moving back to his abdomen to ghost touches along his sensitive skin.

"Good boy." As soon as those words were out of your mouth, he gasped just a little bit, so quiet that you could tell he was trying to hide it, but you heard it anyway. You let go of his throat, your hand staying at his shoulder. "What was that?"

"Please touch my cock, ma'am. I need you." This time, Ville seemed to have no qualms about begging you, and you could tell that he was starting to get desperate. His hips were pushing up as inconspicuously as he could manage, but you still noticed, and you also noticed the small pool of precum on his lower abdomen that was spreading more and more with every touch to his overactive skin.

So, at that moment, you took the tip of your finger and dragged it feather-light up the underside of his cock, watching as he jolted while his lips parted and his eyes fell closed for just a second or two at the feeling.

"Calm down. I haven't even done anything yet." You patronized him at his intense reaction, using the exact phrase that he'd said to you hundreds of times before just for the fun of it. His eyes shot back open at that, and you could tell that his favorite unimpressed look was fighting and failing to break through the pleasured frustration on his face. "If I touch you, are you going to be good?"

"Yes." He said immediately, once again trying his best to discreetly push his hips up where you had drawn your hand back from his cock. When you raised an eyebrow, he exhaled slowly. "Yes ma'am."

You leaned in and gave him a soft kiss, distracting him momentarily before you were finally wrapping your hand fully around his cock and beginning to stroke it slowly with the slick of his precum. At that moment, he full-on whimpered into your mouth, his hips immediately bucking up towards your hand. When he continued to move around, you stopped.

"Stay still. You said you'd be good." You warned, watching the desperation forming in his eyes at losing the friction of your hand. He stilled completely then, his only movement being his fingertips circling gently over your knee where you were straddling him. Who would've thought the infamously iron-willed Ville Valo knew how to be so obedient. You then slowly started to move your hand again, relishing in the sound of his low groan. "You're such a good listener."

As he moaned in response, you began to kiss from his jaw down his neck again, sucking softly and leaving marks in your wake as you moved further and further down. His chest was heaving as your lips moved down to the beginning of his sternum, the line of rosy pink marks you'd left with your mouth slowly deepening into a dark red.

Just as you began to speed up your hand, you dipped your head and licked over his nipple before beginning to suck. That was something he absolutely never let you do, but you could tell by the way his voice shot up in his throat that he liked it. Who could've guessed.

"Fuck, Y/n. Please." He whimpered, his fingers lacing into your hair the same way yours often did into his when your positions were switched. You ignored him, swirling your tongue slowly in circles while watching him the whole time. After you stopping before, his hips stayed where they were now, but you could tell by the desperation in his eyes that he wanted nothing more to fuck your hand where you were still stroking his cock just a bit too slow to be enough.

When you switched to his other nipple he moaned again, his hand that had been gently brushing against your knee now gripping it tightly as his back arched just slightly. The muscles of his abdomen had contracted tightly where your free hand was resting, and his only movement was his shaky, uneven breathing as he attempted to hold control over himself.

When you finally pulled off of his nipple and leaned back up to look at him fully, you could see that there was a thin sheen of sweat coating both his forehead and his chest, and you grinned widely at the fact. It was clear that he was now completely at your mercy, and you were basking in the fact.

When you picked up the pace of your hand and applied just a bit more pressure to make him squirm, a sharp whimper shook in his throat, and his hips bucked upwards just slightly before he let his head fall back with a desperate sigh.

"I'm sorry. M' sorry." He went still again, and you could see the muscles in his abdomen still contracting with the effort of doing so. You cooed as you moved your free hand to cup his cheek, drawing his eyes open and back to yours again as you continued to pump his cock at an increased pace.

"It's okay. Shh. You're being such a good boy for me." Your tone was reassuring, and he leaned heavily into your touch as he moaned again at the sound of your voice. Your heart ached at seeing him so shaky and desperate, because you had never really gotten the chance to see him like this before, but you were imagining all the times he had seen you in the same state and had yet hailed no mercy as a way to keep yourself from giving in. "What's wrong, baby? What do you want?"

"Just...fucking...more. Please." He seemed to catch the attitude in his voice, because the 'please' was thrown on quickly at the end of his sentence as his eyes stayed glued to where your hand glided languidly up and down on his cock. "Just feels so good."

"I know it does." Your coo prompted a whimper from his lips that went about five pitches above his normal speaking voice, and you silently wondered how you were going to get through this without caving and just fucking him right then and there. "If you want more, you're gonna have to beg for it."

You expected to get another defiant stare at that, because Ville Valo prided himself on being everything but a beggar, but it only took him a second to control his breath before he was doing exactly that. And doing it well, at that.

"Please. I'll be a good boy. I'll be so fucking good, ma'am." He pleaded, speaking through desperately frustrated moans and gasps as every individual muscle in his abdomen seemed to constrict and move on its own. His voice then went softer. "Let me cum. Please."

Hearing the words 'I'll be a good boy' out of the mouth of your boyfriend who even hated being told to say please about did you in. Almost. You felt a jolt of arousal at how quick he'd listened to you, and you ran a hand over his hair before pulling back so that he was looking right at you.

"If you want to cum, you have to do it yourself." God, this was a great fucking birthday present. If you could immortalize the way that you had Ville now in some form, you would've done it in a heartbeat. He let out a miserable whine at that, and you only grinned. "Aw, what's the matter, baby? Did you think you were just going to get whatever you wanted?" Like you always do?

He just held your gaze with pained eyes, his soft moans of pleasure cutting off sharply into a gasp of protest when your hand completely stilled on his cock. You didn't pull away, but you didn't move, either, and you watched as he visibly tried to regain his already long-gone composure as you gave him an expectant look.

"You should be thankful you get to cum at all." You said strongly, using his own often-used words against him and then deciding to do just that again with a little more fervor in the form of his all-time favorite demand. "Thank me."

After all of this, Ville was really going to enjoy your requested second half of your birthday present.

"Thank you, ma'am. Fuck, thank you. Tell me what I'm allowed to do." Ville breathed, eyes stuck in limbo on your unmoving hand around his cock before they flitted up to yours as he waited impatiently for your response. You let out a hum like you were deciding, leaning forward to press ghosted kisses along his jawline and cheek as you drew it out to make him wait. Finally, you kissed his lips before withdrawing to see the pout on his pretty face.

"You can fuck my hand." You could physically see him straining to keep the disappointment off of his features, and you only held his face softer in your hand before you let your hand go looser on his cock so that it would be more difficult to get any friction. His mouth opened, and you immediately stared hard at him. "What? Would you rather get nothing at all, and I bring you right back down to the breakfast bar while you're shaking like a little bitch for me so that your friends can see?"

That shut him up really quickly.

He then slowly began to thrust up into your hand, lip drawn harshly between his teeth as he worked with the little amount of friction that you had allowed him while his head fell heavily back against the headboard.

"Fuck, Y/n. I love you." He breathed, rolling his hips up earnestly into your loose grip as he whispered out your name sporadically with every slide of his cock between your fingers. His back arched off the mattress with the effort, and despite the fact that you were still straddling his legs, he was able to find a quick pace in mere seconds.

Your free hand that had been at his cheek dropped down so that you could rub your thumb over his nipple that was still slick with your spit, watching the way he exhaled shakily at the feeling.

"I love you more. Especially when you're so well behaved and pretty for me." You switched to his other nipple for a little while, reveling in his now-constant moaning as he fucked your hand as best he could before you instead moved your hand back to his throat. "Only me, right?"

You were just toying with him for the fun of it at this point. You knew he was close to cumming; you could easily tell by the tone of his voice and the uneven pace of his hips, but it was too fun not to. His eyes opened again, and you grinned at the sight of his blinded-by-pleasure-but-still-enamored look as he nodded immediately.

"Only you, ma'am. Always—ah!—always you." He agreed, his hand that had been resting on your knee this entire time digging his nails into your skin as he fucked himself closer and closer to his climax. "I'm gonna cum. Please—I need to so bad."

"Shh. It's okay. You're gonna be okay." You squeezed your fingers around his throat a little tighter just to hear him whimper, and then smirked when that's exactly what he did. "Be my good boy and be patient for me."

"I can't. I'm gonna—" He tried to slow down the pace of his hips in order to keep himself under control, but at that same time, you tightened the pressure of your fingers around his cock to balance it out. He let out an almost-hysteric moan at that, his eyes starting to visibly water at the feeling, while you just shushed him.

"No. Don't cum until I say." You said firmly, squeezing at his throat a little tighter just as you let your hand go almost completely loose. You knew he had been just on the verge of cumming, and that thought was confirmed when his cock twitched and he half-restrained a harsh cry.

"Love, I don't know if I can..." He trailed off as you cut off his ability to talk completely with your fingers around his throat, his lips still parted in a silent moan as he continued to thrust into your loosened hand shallowly. However, that wasn't enough for you, and you waited until you visually saw him start to regain his self-control before you retightened your fingers just enough to make him cry out for real this time.

And again, you repeated the same pattern, watching him get close enough to feel his cock twitching in your hand before you let your fingers go lax once more. By that point his back was permanently arched, and when you watched the first tear slip from his eye and down his perfect cheekbone, you felt triumph rise in your chest.

That had been what you wanted all along. Getting you to cry every time he fucked you was like Ville's own personal competition he liked to hold for himself, and you'd been itching to repay the favor ever since you'd come up with this idea in the first place.

"Aw, are you gonna cry just because you're not getting what you want?" Also a line that he'd used on you about a million times. You could see his whole body shaking in one form or another, and desperation was painted so hysterically on his beautiful features that you knew he truly wouldn't be able to go for much longer. His voice had died hoarsely in his throat long ago despite you loosening you hold on his airway, and all he did was let out a quiet whine as his hips hesitated and jolted where he was both trying to stave himself off from cumming before you said and simultaneously trying to achieve more friction where you were giving him close to none.

He didn't answer you (not that you expected him to), but you could see the way that the head of his cock had turned an angry red color with the lack of release, and both your fingers and his cock itself were coated in the precum that was more than steadily rolling down in beads. You’d teased him to his limit, and could tell by the way that more tears continued to fall slowly down his cheeks after the first.

"You wanna cum?" You finally asked, pressing your lips gently to his overheated cheek and kissing away the tear that was currently rolling down his skin. He nodded frantically, but you pretended you didn't see it, waiting for his vocal confirmation that he knew he had to give you. He seemed to be able to tell what you were waiting for, and he swallowed harshly.

"Yes. Please." His voice was airy and taut, and his eyes sought yours out with a look that portrayed just how completely under your control he really was. You were starting to understand why he lived wholly for seeing that look on your face.

"Please, what?" It couldn't hurt one more time. He let out a broken, impatient groan, his nails digging even further into your knee as he did so. You were too focused on the view in front of you to really pay any attention to the pressure of his blunt nails in your skin, but you knew you'd definitely feel it later. Worth it.

"Please, my love. I've been so good." Ville's voice was suddenly small and soft as he continued to hold you with those eyes that you just couldn't look away from, and although that hadn't been what you were asking for, it was somehow a million times better. You let your lips travel from his cheek before you kissed him, smiling at the way he immediately pressed into the kiss before he was gasping completely against your mouth when you once again retightened your fingers before beginning to stroke him at the same pace he'd been fucking your hand.

"It's okay, baby. You're okay. You can cum." You confirmed, pressing your foreheads together and moving your hand from his throat to rest warmly on his chest where he was close to hyperventilating. You glanced to the side to confirm that his inhaler was sitting close by on the nightstand as a reassurance before focusing back on him.

It only took a few seconds of you stroking his cock before Ville was cumming, his breathing going completely uneven and sharp as he moaned the loudest you had ever heard him moan before you pulled back to watch him spill his release all over your hand and all over his heaving lower stomach.

"Fuck, I love you. Oh my—thank you. Fucking shit." Ville babbled as he came down from his high, shaking and twitching heavily with the aftershocks before you slowed your hand to a stop on his cock. He was fully sweating now, and his hair was plastered to his forehead in places as he slowly caught his breath.

"You're not done. Clean up your mess." You reminded him, holding out your cum-coated fingers to his lips after you'd cleaned up what had spilled onto his stomach. He stared at you for a long moment before he took your wrist gently and sucked your fingers into his mouth. His tongue swirled over each one individually until they were clean, then he pulled them from his lips despite how hard you tried to keep them in his mouth for just a bit longer.

"Holy fucking shit." He mumbled that quietly after a moment as his head fell back against the headboard and his eyes closed, his hand still holding onto yours as he continued to take heaving breaths. You finally slid off of him, instead sitting at his side and grabbing his inhaler before handing it over.

"Look at you, soldier. You survived." You teased, reaching out to wipe any wetness away from his cheeks with your thumb as he took two long inhales off of his inhaler. Once he had settled his breathing, you laid next to him and slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him against your chest as you smoothed his hair out of his face. However, even though you were trying to help him relax, you couldn't help yourself. "Oh my god, babe. That was so fun! I want to do that seven times a day for the rest of our lives. Best birthday present ever!"

"I don't understand how you enjoyed that at all. I literally didn't touch you." Ville grumbled, allowing you to pull his robe back closed so that he wouldn't be cold. "And hell will have frozen over when I let you do that shit seven times a day."

"I think you should receive an award for how quickly you get an attitude." You replied dryly, running your fingers through his hair and smiling at the way he groaned softly at the feeling. "And it doesn't matter that you didn't touch me. I said there were two things I wanted, didn't I?"

"Oh, pray tell. I suppose you'll want to shove an extremity of some sort up my ass." There he went, completely ignoring your pointing out his attitude that had come back full force the second there was no one touching his cock anymore. Figures. You snickered.

"Nope. I'll save that for your birthday." You then stretched out, throwing a leg gingerly over his hip and hugging him tightly against you. "Let's relax for a little bit, drink the rest of the champagne, and then you have to fuck me good with no teasing allowed. Of any kind."

"I have to fuck you. That's a funny way of putting it." He snorted, pressing a kiss to your neck before he let out a soft sigh and relaxed. "You can have whatever you want, love. You're going to have to give me about half an hour for my cock to recover, though."

[bullet-prooflove]

LA!Series Part One: Relax - Manny x Reader

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LakeTahoe!Series:

Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Your life changes when you meet Manny at Black Bear Lodge.

Part Two: Something Special (NSFW) - Manny gives you a night like no other.

Part Three: Goodbye - You and Manny say goodbye after spending the weekend together.

Postcards: Manny recieves a surprise in the mail.

It’s over a four-hour ride to L.A. Manny’s arranged to stay a couple of days with you before he needs to be in Santo Padre to discuss the pipeline deal with Bishop. It’s become clearer over the past few weeks that Canche has been subsidising his income with club funds. They’re missing a massive portion of cash and that means they can’t buy into the pipeline.

On the drive up he starts to think of it as a blessing in disguise because it allows him to think outside the box, to consider other options. He wants more for Yuma, he wants better, safer options for his brothers, ones that won’t result in prison or a bullet. Santo Padre has been heading that way for a while, they have links to the community, they work with legitimate businesses, their income is clean and constant. Manny wants to emulate that.

He’s exhausted by the time he makes it to your suite; he uses the key you’ve left for him down at reception. It’s a little past ten pm and the day has taken its toll on him. He’s been up since six getting Melina ready for school and dealing with club business, all he wants is to sooth his aching muscles in a red-hot bath.

The lights are dimmed when he steps inside. He removes his boots by the door before padding quietly into the bedroom. They’ve gone all out this time; he thinks as he pauses for a second surveying the view from the window. In the distance he can see the San Gabriel Mountains silhouetted against the night sky.

Everything about this room screams indulgence, the well-made luxury furniture, the dark wood floors, the gourmet snacks in the minibar. It piques his curiosity because he knows you’re getting by on a freelancer’s wage, and he can’t imagine that any magazine would put you up in a place like this, no matter how good your work is.

He finds you in the bathroom, soaking in a tub that large enough to fit another two people inside. You have a glass of whiskey in your hand, classical music serenading you from the Bluetooth speaker in the mirror. You watch as he undresses, his dark eyes fastening on yours as his clothes fall into an untidy pile at his feet. You shift forward and he slips in behind you, the water raising over his weary bones. He exhales at the sensation, sinking low. You lean back against this chest, placing the whisky glass in his hand and he sighs because as relaxed as he is right now, he can’t shake that niggling feeling that this is all to good to be true. He lips brush over your temple, his cheek coming to rest upon your hair as he says.

“I need you to tell me why we’re here tonight because I know that neither of us can afford a suite with a mountain view.”

“It’s comped.” You tell him, tilting your head up so you can meet his gaze.

“Not by your magazine.” He murmurs, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw. “These rooms cost nearly two grand a night.”

“No.” You whisper as his lips brush over yours. “A private collector wants to buy my photographs, they’re exhibiting at the Hive Gallery tomorrow, this trip is his way of wooing me.”

“Will you sell?” Manny asks and he feels you smile against his mouth.

“I’m donating them to Arts+Practice, they have a lot of great art programmes for kids in the foster system.” You tell him as he graces your skin with a featherlight kiss. “He thinks he has four days to chance my mind.”

He grins because you, you are just full of surprises.

“I’m sleeping with a hustler.” He murmurs before he kisses you properly.

There’s a softness in it, a tenderness that he reserves only for you. You sigh at the sensation and it’s a noise of contentment, one that he feels in the very depths of his soul because now he knows the truth he can actually relax. He tips his head back and closes his eyes, the water washing over him as the fatigue overtakes him.

“I’m tired tonight.” He tells you, his voice drowsy as your head comes to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Me too.” You mumble. “All that travelling is starting to catch up with me.”

It changes things. If this was supposed to be about sex you would have kicked him out by now or at least made a move, but you haven’t. It means you’re as comfortable with this shift as he is. This thing between you it was always more, this is just your way of acknowledging it. He knows guys who would drive almost three hundred miles for pussy but there’s not many who would do it just to spend the night sleeping next to their lover.  

That’s how the evening ends, you and him curled up in a bed that costs more than your annual salary, his face buried in the curve of your throat as he holds you close.

It’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in a long time.

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In The Bath

An Asmo X MC one shot (with the Fam joining later)

     “Ahhh... Nothing like a soak in hot water to make the skin even MORE radiant,” Asmo coos as he pulls you close and kisses your head, “Even better when I can enjoy you~.”

    “It is nice... A nice, intimate moment... Just a shame we can’t do this with everyone.”

     “Why everyone? Is the beautiful Asmodeus not enough,” he asks you with a pout.

    “What? Asmo. That’s not what I meant and you know that.” You poke his cheek. “I mean that... Just enjoying a bath, cleaning and preening each other, talking, splashing a bit of water... Just... Like the breakfast we had that Beel and I made.”

     “That was amazing,” Asmo notes, “Plus a family bath would mean getting to see everyone naked~... Ooohhh... I bet Diavolo has the best dilf looking man tiddies... I would love to see them~!”      You snort as you bust out laughing. “Oh pitchforks! Asmo. Don’t ever let Lucifer catch you saying that! So... Family bath... I wonder if we could convert a room into a giant bath for everyone...”      “There are a few rooms not really being used on the lower floor... I wonder if we could ask Lucifer to knock down a wall and just turn it into a large bath. Plus. Having more than ONE in the house for everyone would be nice... While I have my own, I know it’s hard on everyone else.”

     “Let’s finish up here first and then we’ll ask.”

     “Can we make sweet love,” Asmo asks as he begins running his hands over your body.

     “Asmo if we do that, we’re not leaving the tub until tomorrow.”

     “And~?”

     “Not tonight, love.”

     “Poo!” Asmo pouts, but relents and gets back to cleaning every inch of you. You have to admonish him a little for getting too handsy (and expecting you to get handsy as well) before you two finally get cleaned and get dried off.

     You let Asmo put you in cute pajamas and style your hair before you’re allowed to go see Lucifer and you both go to his office. You don’t knock. You just open the door as you know he’s just looking over Mammon’s credit card bills from the sounds of his cursing.

     “Hey Lucifer, my dear,” you ask as you approach, Lucifer looking at the two of you with some annoyance.

     “Out with it. I’m busy.”

     “Lucifer! How dare you talk to our darling like that. Mammon sure. But your gem of a brother and our darling. How dare,” Asmo states firmly.

     “... You’re right. My apologies. What do you two wish to discuss,” Lucifer asks with a softer tone.

     “Sooo... You know how we only have the one main bathroom,” you start, “And how we have like, three study rooms on the first floor that don’t really get used all that much? What if we converted one into another toilet and the big one with the four seater table? What if we convert that into a giant hot tub? Like for family baths. Like our own private onsen?”

     Asmo bounces happily. “Plus then Mammon won’t pay to go to a spa for hot tub stuff. And Beel can use it to relax his muscles after working out. And Levi can fully soak himself. Oh and Satan and Belphie would love it too!”

     Lucifer hums in thought for a moment. “... Another toilet overall would be a good idea. And... you make a good case for the giant hot tub. You’re right that we all study in the living room or dining room anyways... Those rooms are mostly just collecting dust since we all go to our own rooms for privacy... Mammon’s debts need to be cleared first. Then we can budget for it.”      You look to Asmo: “Sexy photo shoot of Asmo and sell the books?”

     “Oooh! We’ll get Solomon to take the pictures! And tasteful nudes only. Only the best for this Gem of the realms!”

     Lucifer sighs. “If it pays this off so we can renovate and it’s JUST pictures of Asmo, I will agree.”

     You and Asmo both squeal in delight and leave to go to Asmo’s room to start planning. You got Solomon in a three way call and explained the plan and he was in.

     It took a few weeks, but soon the debts were paid off and the renovations were done. The room was slightly expanded and it could easily fit everyone.

     You stand there beside Asmo in nothing but a robe. “So... You wanna go in first?”

     “I knew you’d want to see me naked~.” Asmo undresses and gets in, sinking into the hot water. “Ahhh... Perfect!”

     You remove your robe and get in beside Asmo. You lean against him as Beel comes in after.

     “Wow! This is so big,” Beel says as he removes his robe and then gets in, “Oh... This feels so nice on my back.” He practically melts as he moves to sit beside you. “I can fit, stretch out... And it’s nice where my wings are...”

     “Damn. This looks amazing,” Mammon adds as he waltzes in, straight into the water and pouts since he can’t sit next to you. Still, he quickly relaxes. “It’ll make me look extra good for my modeling~.”

     One by one each brother enters and comments on how nice it is. Levi goes to his demon form and curls up at the bottom of the bath, his tail around your ankle. Satan brings a laminated book and a bottle of water. Belphie sits beside Beel so Beel can make sure he doesn’t slip into the water while he sleeps. Lucifer is last to enter, a tray of glasses and bottle of Demonus in hand, and he sinks into the water. You can see the stress melt from his face as he relaxes.

     “Ahhh... This is nice. We can save money by not going to onsens anymore since we can relax here.” He turns and pours everyone a glass and all but Belphie and Levi partake- the former asleep and the latter quite content at the bottom of the bath.

     “We should invite Solomon, Simeon, Diavolo, and Barbatos over at some point,” you say, “I’d love to have baths with them too.”

     “Another time. For now... Let us enjoy this to ourselves,” Lucifer says as he leans and gives you a kiss, “And you and Asmo. Thank you. This was a great idea.”

[vixannya]

It's Gallery Time Again!

Friday, November 24th

OoC Information: THIS IS NOT AN IN-GAME EVENT! This is meant as just something fun to headcanon for your character (and write about if you like - especially with @daily-writing-challenge starting on the 26th), if it is something they are able to attend! If you do choose to write any stories about this, please feel free to tag me - @vixannya - in the body of the post and use the tag #7deadlysins!

Vixannya owns an art gallery in Dalaran where she hosts various art exhibitions throughout the year. Two or three times a year, she will display her own work which is always accompanied by a massive grand opening and follow-up afterparty in another location.

Invitations are always given to those who make large contributions to the gallery and to the arts in general, as well as to prominent families from all over, friends, fellow Tarts, and those depicted in her work.

VIP access goes to the largest contributors, her muses, and anyone who purchases one of the pieces from the gallery on opening night. Even if your character cannot attend the grand opening and afterparty, the gallery is open to the public for a month! !Adults only!

Her final exhibition of the year is:

The red carpet treatment always marks the entrance of the gallery,  a place for the guests to show off and be photographed in their designer gowns and suits, or whatever else they choose to wear. The fashion seen here always rivals that of the city’s grandest galas, just don’t upstage the art!

A group of master illusionists have transformed both the inside of the gallery and the afterparty space, with the various rooms mirroring themes in their separate locations. The themes: Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath, Envy, and Lust. The gallery version of each space is a little more simplified than that of the afterparty, in order to feature the art over all else.

The art itself has a single or multiple subjects, each containing one of the sins in some manner. There are 45 pieces in total; most small or medium size with at least one larger piece in each section. All of the paintings fall within her main area of focus, the one she has become well-known for, Death. All paintings are premonitions of how her living muses will die, according to her. Many of which, in the past, have shockingly come true.

The After Party:

While most of her after parties consist of four very different spaces that match the theme of the gallery itself, this one has SEVEN different spaces to each represent one of the deadly sins.

Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Wrath are the ‘safe’ areas! While drinking and drugs are acceptable everywhere, the lewd acts are reserved for the last two sets of locations.

Envy and Lust are the ‘anything goes WITH CONSENT’ areas.

PRIDE: Grand ballroom with a large dance floor, orchestra playing classical music, champagne towers, large chandeliers, waiters at your beck and call.

GLUTTONY: Massive buffets, fine sit down dining, bars with every type of alcohol (and drug) available.

@serazhen can be found working behind the bar!

SLOTH: Massages, saunas, facials, mani/pedis, large hot tubs, any other type of spa service, quiet and nap rooms.

GREED: High stakes poker, blackjack, craps, roulette, jazz musicians and singers.

WRATH: Various popular rock/metal bands and mosh pits to begin the party. DJs playing EDM, raving, neon lights to close out the party. 'Rage rooms' in the back for people to go ham breaking all variety of things!

@tristennedarkmorn can be found performing on lead guitar with one of the metal bands!

ENVY: Cabaret and burlesque performers, aerialists, body shots, live peep shows featuring singles, doubles, or more - with the opportunity to become a part of a peep show.

@rylandfalkov can be found performing in this area mostly on stage, occasionally in the peep show!

LUST: Escorts available, BDSM demonstrations and experiences, private or group rooms, open spaces where anything goes! Masks available for anonymity.

@dicenne can be found here for demonstrations and experiences!

Remember, what happens at the after party stays at the after party!

[stardustedsins]

Gentle love prompts #8. Breathing in their scent

Wamuu/reader (gender neutral reader)

You and Wamuu are on vacation in Japan for your anniversary. Joseph and Suzi have talked about their trips there to visit their daughter so often that you’d started wanting to go too, and Wamuu had agreed to it as the destination for this trip. You’re staying in a ryokan with a private bath attached to the room, and it’s a huge tub. Your bath at home isn’t big enough for two ordinary people, much less one ordinary human and one very large Pillar Man, so you’ve never shared a bath together. Now that you have the chance, you aren’t going to let it go to waste.

You’d started your day with the breakfast the ryokan serves each morning, then gone out to a hydrangea garden to see the summer blooms. Kars had raised Wamuu to appreciate nature (though not humans, he’d developed that interest himself), so you like to see different environments when you travel together. There had been butterflies all over the garden, and you’d been lucky enough to get a cute picture of one that had landed on Wamuu’s nose.

After a nice lunch at a family restaurant, you’d spent some time exploring the area, checking out the shops you passed by and enjoying the cool breeze. You’d come back to the ryokan for dinner, the other meal they serve each day. Now you’re relaxing in your room together in the evening. You’re wearing the yukata that came with the room, but they didn’t have anything in Wamuu’s size. He’s assured you he doesn’t mind, but you still feel disappointed for him.

“The woman at the front desk said the bath is beautiful after dark. Shall we try it out?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You’d looked in at it during the day, but you haven’t seen it at night. It’s indoors like any other bathroom, but it has a large window with a view of a small garden surrounded by a privacy fence. During the day it was bright with sunlight, but now it’s lit differently by the overhead lights when you turn them on, as well as the lantern-shaped lights out in the garden that come on with a second switch.

“Wow, it really is pretty.” You admire the view for a moment before closing the door behind you and following Wamuu to the shower area. You shed the yukata and fold it up to put back on after your bath, setting your clothes aside with Wamuu’s.

There are soaps and shampoos provided in the bathroom, so you use what’s labeled as the ryokan’s signature scent to wash yourselves before rinsing off and getting in the tub. Wamuu steps in and sits down first so that you can sit in front of him and lean back against him.

The water is hot and soothing, and Wamuu is a comforting presence (as always). The garden outside is illuminated by the outdoor lights, reflecting dimly off the bamboo fence around it.

“This is so nice.” You sigh happily. “I feel like I could fall asleep here.”

“It is very calming.” He agrees, inclining his head to press a kiss to the top of yours. He pauses there for a moment. “What is in this signature scent?”

“Are you smelling my hair?” You ask with a laugh.

“It’s different from your usual shampoo, and I’m curious about what they’ve chosen to represent the ryokan.” He says, and you consider it.

“I think the floral part might be a local flower, but there’s something else to it too.” Maybe the hydrangeas you’d seen earlier?

“Hmm… perhaps pear?” He offers.

“Maybe, yeah.”

You sit in silence for a while after that, watching moths hover around the garden lights outside the window and enjoying the way the heated water stays warm. You’d enjoyed your outing today, and you’re looking forward to visiting a castle tomorrow, but this is a blissful moment of relaxation in between.

When you finally get out, fingers pruned, and turn the lights off, you leave the yukata folded up and just put your pajamas on. Wamuu takes a cold tea from the mini fridge and passes you a cold drink of your own. You enjoy the contrast of it with the lingering warmth from the bath before getting in bed for the night, pulling the covers up over both of you. Wamuu sets an alarm for the morning, and you fall asleep curled up together.