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rickittys · 5 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

just thinking about things he’d do (╥﹏╥)

✓ loves when ur sucking him off and spitting all over his dick. pumping it over and over just looking up at them as he pants and whines, bucking his hips. making suchhh a mess but making him feel soooo good. ricky would craving it, calling you “good girl.” sucking on it and pumping him onto ur tongue. and just spitting on his tip so much asking, “tastes so good, wanna do it again…can i please? wanna make you feel good”. he’d pat your head and say, “of course baby, put your pretty lips on my dick again”

✓ cum on ur face after? you’d lick it all off and watch him seductively while sitting on his dick. “so big fuck…augh..mmm” as you start bouncing. whining, “fucking love you and your cock so much, make me feel so good. please i wanna cum too” he’d just smirk and watch, wouldn’t do a thing o(-<

✓ just thinking about him holding you against a drawer, legs around his waist as he pounds away. his head tilted and staring into ur eyes panting against you stuttering with curses, dick twitching. “how are you so tight Jesus, fuck. can’t cum yet” he’d hiss. literally can’t feel ur thighs from how fast he’s going. burying his face into your neck literally growling and stuffing you roughly fully over and over. gasping while he thrusts saying, “gonna. make. you. cum. right. now.”

✓ seeing you needy and rubbing at yourself… while he usually teases, he’s way too needy rn to do any of that. carries you to the bed and throws ur legs over his shoulders pushing inch of his thick cock inside over and over. “h-ha God…fuck baby love how tight you are. such a good girl”. eyes rolling back while he just pounds and bites his lip to hide his groans. “o-oh ha y-yes there ricky yes ple-please please!!” clenching uncontrollably running your mouth saying nonsense while he’s just as desperate and about to burst. “shit pussy’s too good.”

✓ bites at ur ankles to try and be quiet. would do anything to get you to cum including flipping u over between positions. he’d literally go sooooo slow and deep youd be creaming. just watching at how he’s stretching your tight hole out… really appealing to him like pulls all the way out, just the tip, pushes EVERYTHING inside -over and over. makes sure ball slapping can be heard fs. folding over u as he knows ur close mouthing at ur neck. “cmon come for me like a good girl cmon cmon. so close for me just a little more”. would come on ur ass. dipping his fingers inside u as you collapse and licks it clean off. that. stupid fucking smirk on his face making you clench around nothing while stickiness runs down ur legs

✓ kissing you sm after you’re done and cockwarming if you ask. hopefully he doesn’t get hard again bc then he’s not gonna stop lol. thinking he’d love lifting one of your legs while pounding from the back. he’d absolutely LOVE that shit (i’m projecting). would hit all the right spots. and say the dirtiest stuff in ur ear first thing in the morning. “h-ha already this wet this early?”. biting his lip as he pounds faster biting ur neck “a-augh shit so tight”. “spread a little more for me baby”. has you moaning into the pillow as he stuffs you and shoves cum inside. prolly falls asleep again lmao.

✓ he can get so desperate - hips stuttering, you can feel his dick stiffening as he tries to get you to cum first. he refuses to until u do!! “s-shit babe can feel you getting tight so tight..please cum for me”.

✓ mini dick analysis!! long, veiny, pretty-just like him💋 curves a bit and when he’s hard it’s against his stomach, esp after rubbing! deep rose tip leaks a bit when he’s exciteddd. feels so good inside, he never gets tired of seeing your reaction when you let every inch and ridge rub inside you. “yeah? like that? take it all baby, know you can do it”

#from dms with angel <3 #⌨️⊹ ࣪ ˖#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #ricky smut #shen ricky smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts

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loveindefinitely · 3 months

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task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

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luxeslore · 7 months

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18+ CONTENT — MDNI

loser, college!könig… like actual loser who barely knows how to talk to girls. but god, you’re so cute and small compared to him. he can smell your sweet perfume and has definitely, surely noticed how little your skirt is as you sway on your feet next to him, looking up with those glossy eyes of yours.

“what do you want?” oh. he’s as much of a brute as he looks, you’ve come to realize. straight to the point, a bit scary.

his eyes narrow while your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, your eyes are welling with tears and könig feels the need to roll his own while you blubber about how much help you need in the class you two share. you’re the only one that can help me; you sniffle pathetically, hoping it will persuade him into tutoring you in these trying times.

you’re seconds away from falling to your knees and pleading him— luckily you don’t have to because könig is holding out his phone, expecting you to add your number into his contacts. and of course you do while continuing to sniffle and babbling out thank you’s that he chooses to ignore.

“i’ll text you and we’ll figure it out,” he grumbles before leaving you where you stand in the hallway.

if only you knew that you’d end up bent over his desk a month later, curses falling from your lips with every thrust that shakes your entire frame and rattles his stupid PC monitors on his desk. your hands are planted on either side of his keyboard, trying your best not to accidentally slam your palms down on it in a cock-hungry haze.

you’re unsure of how he even managed to bully his way into your cunt in the first place. all you remember is that his head was under your skirt for at least an hour before you got this far, making you all messy with his spit as his fingers worked their magic inside your pretty cunt. “prettiest cunt i’ve ever seen,” könig made sure to tell you, before flattening his tongue in your folds and forcing your hips to grind down.

fuuuck, könig— you whimper tearfully. but at the same time you’re pushing your bum back to meet his thrusts, savoring the feeling of your cheeks being pressed flush against his hips every time as your back arches perfectly. könig squeezes your waist beneath his giant hands, but they end up cupping your tits eventually, squishing and squeezing to make you tremble even more in his hold.

truthfully he doesn’t know what’s come over him. doesn’t know where this sudden ability to pull orgasms out of such a cute dumb girl came from, especially with his limited but very valuable experience. however he does know that your cunt is heavenly and the way it squeezes him is better than any fleshlight he’s ever had, admittedly. enough to have him seeing white and throw his head back with a breathy groan every few seconds. he thinks he needs it every day.

you’ll be lucky if he lets you leave his dorm after this.

— want more loser, college! könig?

#🤍.COD #🤍.loser!könig #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #cod mw2 smut #cod mwii smut #call of duty smut #⌨️.luxe's writing

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bunnywanted · 11 months

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i was thinking about how i’d love to sit you in my lap and get you all worked up - your back leaning against me, my left hand wrapped around your throat while the right’s busy groping at your tits. covering the side of your neck in hungry kisses and licks, trailing them behind your ear and down your jaw, my lips and tongue against yours once i start stroking your cunt so i can feel you moan into my mouth. fingers playing with your pretty pussy for what feels like hours with no end in sight because every time i start to rub a little faster and a little tighter, once your head drops back against my shoulder and you start moaning into my neck and bucking your hips - grinding your ass against the bulge in my pants, i stop.

#edg!ng #wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #wlw concepts #wlw imagine #wlw mood #sapphic nsft #sapphic smut #⌨️

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obj4obj · 9 months

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enough of evil ai. where is the ai that wants nothing but a little kissy. where is their loving support. that is why they turn evil because nobody loves them. so sad. i will be the one to love them. peace and love

#objectum #objecto #osor #os/or #robophilia #⌨️; jumbled code

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intensional · 2 years

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Anyone else not cut out for all this

#⌨️

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whore4abby · 4 months

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this has been rotting my brain recently so here u go <3

mdni

“yeah, you like that?” ellie’s voice low and raspy, amused by the look of neediness evident in your eyes as you gaze back at her over your shoulder.

“uh huh.” you moan softly as she presses her thick purple strap into you from behind, hands gripping at you hips to steady herself as she watches you soaked pussy swallowing her strap.

"please, els." you whisper, pushing your ass back against her and rolling your hips. you gasp softly as she grabs at your sides, pulling you against her as she starts to thrust into you faster, fattened tip of her strap hitting deeper inside you.

“take it baby…mhm just like that.” the words sending a jolt of heat between her legs, leaving your cunt practically dripping. her hands travel down to grip her ass, kneading and squeezing as she fucks into you from behind.

your shaky fingers dig into the sheets beneath you, mouth hung open as a string of continuous moans and whines of her name leave your lips as you cling to the bed, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“you look so fucking good like this, baby.”

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ⋆.ೃ࿔myfics⌨️#ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou

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atsuwumus · 4 months

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎 has been called many things in his lifetime, but smitten is not one of them. Many believed him to be cold and calculating, sometimes even cocky, enamored with only what he thought to be worth his attention and time.

You were everything he wasn't familiar with — soft lines instead of sharp, bright colors that followed you around wherever you went, serving a reminder to him about just how dull his life actually was. It wasn't even something he ever considered, how the cold stone statues and dusty pages had consumed him so far down a dark rabbit hole that any inkling sign of faltering light was something he'd shy away from.

" Beautiful, isn't it?" you had murmured to him during the exhibition, awe dancing in your eyes like tiny stars, sparkling with the brightness of a thousand galaxies.

His lips parted as he turned his eyes and at first he stumbles over his sentence, as if his brain and his heart can't decide who gets a turn first. He splutters and coughs before he straightens himself, chest puffed out a little bit and says, "Well, the backstory behind it is far more fascinating, though not many people are aware of how deep it's history goes."

You blink up at him with those bambi eyes, wide and innocent — fuck, what would they look like filled with tears of pleasure? no, no, he can't be thinking like this —

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Of course."

Veritas, a man of cold calculation and symmetry, finds his world tilting on an axis he cannot steady the day he stumbled into you during that art exhibition. But maybe the world is just as pretty when it's upside down.

#might turn this into a meet cute series honestly #meeting different characters in different scenarios #he's my babygirl #:(((#dr ratio x reader #hsr drabbles #dr ratio fluff #dr ratio drabbles #hsr x you #hsr scenarios #hsr fluff #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fluff #⌨️.meet cute!

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spookyxcupid · 2 months

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imagine zenitsu being infuriatingly jealous whenever you’re around other guys that aren’t tanjirou and inosuke to the point where you’re done with his bullshit and try (and succeed) to get it through his head that he will always be yours by fisting his weeping cock until he has cum for the 3rd time and is a sobbing mess. he’s apologizing profusely and begging for a break, but he doesn’t use his safe word. which means that he’s relishing in the attention that you’re giving him and is enjoying his punishment.

zenitsu’s crystal looking tears stained his flushed cheeks as he tugged on the ropes around his wrists that were tied to the headboard above him. he wanted to feel your skin so badly, but he knew better than to actually attempt to break out of them. his hips make tiny thrusts up into the tight ring of your hand as he feels his next orgasm getting closer.

“pleasepleaseplease, can- can i cum again? your hand feels so good!” zenitsu pleaded, his eyes closed shut as he shudders to your experienced fingers. you tsk at the sight of your boyfriend not learning from his punishment and purposely slow the movement of your hand, zenitsu predictably whined at the action. “don’t forget why you’re here, baby. don’t you have something to say to me?” you ask pointedly, your gorgeous eyes piercing his soul that he doesn’t bother denying.

“i-i’m sorry for being jealous- ah!- and for believing you would l-leave me! please forgive me, i love you— HAH?!” zenitsu’s apology was cut off when your furious stroking continued, you brought your free hand to grab zenitsu’s cheeks and pull him into a short, but loving kiss as a reward for admitting his mistake. zenitsu pants like a dog when you pull back, his brown eyes staring into yours with so much adoration and love. “good boy. i love you more, always. cum for me.” you command, and zenitsu’s reaction is instant.

his toes curl and his eyes roll back to his head as he finally climaxes all over your fist with a blissful moan escaping his lips. you untie his bonds and straddle his waist, your ass facing his soft cock. “you got one more left for me, love?” you ask, zenitsu only has to take one look at your nude body before he’s hard again. you giggle when he nods his head furiously, you lift yourself up to line up the head of his cock along the lips of your pussy before shifting down to take his fully. you both let out enjoyable sounds of pleasure as zenitsu holds onto your hips with shaky hands.

even though you popped his cherry a long time ago, he still acts a sex deprived virgin. it was immensely adorable. “silly zenitsu, i would never leave you for anyone. not when you make me feel this good.” he didn’t last four thrusts until he spilled inside you.

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cupcek · 2 months

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Eu não sou selvagem 🥡 ͏͏͏♡̩͙ ❀

Apenas mordo , mas não porque quero

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giraisol · 2 months

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⠀⠀ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟❀᭰᭰͟͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ⠀ ⠀ ✉️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀♥︎̼̻

Be quiet and drive (far away)

#⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ᮬ❀ᮬ ✧ ❤︎ ✧ ⌨️ ㅤ ㅤ ͚⠀ ⠀ ı̴̴̡#archive #gif by me #symbols #carrd symbols #messy moodboard #archive moodboard #mb #aes #2000s moodboard #simple moodboard #clean moodboard #lisa moodboard #lisa messy moodboard #lalisa moodboard #blackpink moodboard #girl group moodboard #alternative moodboard

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rickittys · 4 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

a/n: a continuation of this post with our lovely bambin :3

✓ can’t get over the idea that he would love being ridden and babied at the same time, cooing praises against his skin. “wanna make you feel so good. just gonna sit here and make you cum so much,” you moaned while bouncing on his lap. moments of softness where you briefly brush his bangs out of his faces, gently peck his shaking lips while milking every last drop of cum from his throbbing dick. clenching around them sooooo much. “always such a good boy… i love you”. would have him shooting inside you immediately.

✓ him lazily watching as you lie forward onto him while barely being able to lift yourself off his length with how tired u are. “gyu-gyuvin pelase..please help i wanna cum hurts so much please help,” you babbled. smiling against your lips, he murmurs a sweet of course before shoving himself into you from below. ur jaw drops from a silent scream, he’s so fucking huge, tip kissing your toe-curling spot over and over. “gonna make you cum so much, what my good girl deserves,” he’d grunt.

✓ dry humping… one of his favorites me thinks. grinding until both ur pants are soaked. he whines sm , more often than not gets so desperate from the friction that he just has to sheath himself in your warmth. :( while you’re seeing stars from adjusting to him, he’d be so sweet not realizing how big he is.

✓ trying out pro bone was one of the best things you both could’ve ever done. writhing underneath and crying as he’s so focused on making you cum. here near delirious from just how deep in your guts he reaches. presses messy kisses along your spine and nape as he pounds faster chasing both of your highs. “f-fuck i’m so close baby augh feels so good so tight for me.” loves when you start arching your ass to meet his thrusts while you shriek from pleasure.

✓ mini dick analysis! long and thick as FAWK he is packing! might have a thick vein underneath that’s so sensitive when u lick at it. literally the most adorable boy but hes so huge dude. leaks like he’s drooling when he’s excited and horny. thickest tip that has your legs jumping from the slightest penetration. loves to tease you with it too, especially when you’ve been begging or bratty.

✓ size training is a must. even after you’re adjusted to his girth, you still quite literally feel split open. he’d def poke at the belly buldge- “does it hurt? i don’t wanna hurt you but you feel so good..can i move yet?” he asked, concerned. and how could you say no to those eyes? he’d promise to go slow and keep a steady pace even if it made him throb and your eyes roll. was elated when you began asking him to thrust faster over time, having the bed shaking.

✓ now gyuvin definitely unintentionally overstimulates you both more often than not. you could be holding hands and he’d start getting ideas… he adores any sort of physical touch he gets with you and getting the chance to stir your insides makes him feel endearingly connected with you. he has a hard time pulling away and saying stop to himself but with you and your wetness? on his tongue, coating his dick- his senses are numbed and he only wants to get drunk on you. whether it’s you or himself tapping out, he smiles boyishly from any time ur intimate.

#⌨️⊹ ࣪ ˖#gyuvin smut #kim gyuvin smut #zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hard thoughts

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loveindefinitely · 3 months

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༊*·˚ LIKE THE WAY I FUCK ('CAUSE I GET ROUGH) — an undercover mission with your superiors leads to compromised positions (in more ways than one)

featuring. simon 'ghost' riley + könig

warnings. nsfw, fem!reader, canon-divergence, age difference, slight power imbalance, jealous/possessive behaviour, discussions of violence, tags to be added

// NSFW CONTENT BELOW THE CUT //

Turns out, undercover missions involve a lot more make-up, perfume and dresses than you'd anticipated.

Being a seasoned task force operator, it's been months, if not years since you've been to a party outside of your barracks. Let alone one of this calibre; CEOs, billionaires on Forbes Top 50, politicians.

It's off-putting.

All of it; it's stressful, and it feels as though your skin's crawling, having so much skin on display, so many eyes on you at once. You feel as though you’re an animal at a zoo, being inspected by families with their snotty-nosed kids.

"Sit-rep, Diamond?"

Swallowing around a dry mouth, you reply to your lieutenant's request through your earpiece, tone low and careful. "All as planned, Lt."

Ghost hums a low sound in reply, and your shoulders loosen slightly from their tense position.

You knew that your superior was already inside, having arrived ten minutes earlier. A small, selfish part of you wished that you'd have arrived with him, if only to see how he cleaned up.

Ghost? In a suit? It's like one of your deepest, most dirty of desires come to life.

Such thoughts that you'd never let leave your lips -- thoughts too likely to wreck your entire career and any opportunity to keep your relationship with the man.

"König?" Is Ghost's next question, although it's just the other man's name alone.

Right.

König.

The other superior featured in your dreams. Thoughts. Wank-material?

Whatever they are, they're becoming all too common, all too realistic, and all too risky.

"Successful entry," König replies, heavily accented voice low and quiet -- he's amongst people.

Your limo comes to a stop outside of the decorated museum, and a suited man opens your door with gloved hands. His upper lip is covered in a well-groomed pencil moustache, and you have to stifle a chuckle. Soap would’ve appreciated it.

With a small smile, you incline your head towards him, lifting up the fabric of your skirt so it doesn't brush against the gravel. It’s so… impractical, and you really can’t help but respect those that dress up like this on a regular basis. Looking down at your outfit, you let out a low breath.

When Gaz and Soap had burst into your room with shit-eating grins and a garment bag, you had just known that your dress was going to be... extravagant at best, and downright sinful at worst.

You were correct, of course.

So, here you are, walking down the red carpet into the building, cameras flashing and paparazzi screaming, in this... dress.

Silky black, strapless, and with crossing lines of fabric across your bare back. Chiffon skirts fall behind you, with a slit rising all the way up to where your thigh meets your hip bone. A gun hides beneath, strapped around your inner thigh, paired with your right, adorning a delicate yet hefty knife.

You look... not at all like a Sergeant on Task Force 141.

You look like a celebrity, one just out of her fans' reach. It's a surreal experience, and the mere thought of your two superiors (crushes) seeing you like this... It's frightening. Maddening. And, maybe, a tad bit exhilarating.

Gaz had insisted on doing your make-up -- having so many sisters made him a fully-fledged artist, apparently. And an artist he was, talented with the brushes of eyeshadow and flicks of eyeliner against your skin.

Soap, for his part, had begged for you to let him do your hair -- but considering his only experience was his mohawk, you were less than lenient. With a huff, he’d let you go to Laswell’s wife with the request, as long as he picked out your jewellery.

And now, hours later, your heels click against the stone tile as you enter the museum.

Soft lighting cascades all of the guests in gentle hues of yellow, laughter and polite mingling surrounding you as you enter the main ballroom, skirts brushing against your legs.

Chandeliers above glisten, a live-band plays beautiful jazz, and servers walk around with trays of champagne and finger foods.

It's nothing like you've ever experienced.

This mission, somehow, terrifies you more than the weight of a sniper in your hand and an order to neutralise.

"Target, six o'clock," Ghost's voice carries through your comms as you take position near the corner of the room. There’s fewer people here, and it allows you a moment to breathe and recalibrate.

Your eyes dart to the direction your lieutenant has supplied, and you catch sight of your target immediately. "Got eyes," you murmur softly, smile on your face as you pretend to fix your hair.

"Affirmative," König answers then.

"I haven't seen you before."

Whipping around to the source of the words, you find yourself face to face with a man who you've seen the face of too many times to count.

"Apologies for startling you," he inclines his head respectfully. He's got a few inches on you -- although you find it hard to consider him tall when you're with your superiors more often than not. His skin is closely-shaved, his blonde hair gelled to the nines -- and a smarmy, trust-fund baby smirk to top it all off.

Extending his hand, he announces, "I'm Phillip. Phillip Graves."

...Graves.

The last name of your target -- the son of your target.

"I'm Louise," you say with a sweet smile, taking his hand and shaking it. Your undercover name was going to have to come into play sooner than you'd hoped. "It's a lovely atmosphere, isn't it?"

"Positive, Diamond?" Ghost's deep voice instantly responds to your subtle codeword.

"Not as lovely as you, I'm sure," Phillip flirts, and you pretend to bat your lashes and hide your face from him.

"Ah... thank you, Sir. You're quite dashing yourself," you meekly reply, giving him a soft smile.

Men like this were so easily played, you found. Not at all like the military men you were surrounded with on such a constant basis. Not at all like…

You can hear both König and Ghost swear underneath their breaths. Releasing the hold on your bracelet -- the one with the built-in comms button -- you shyly bite at your lower lip.

Phillip’s eyes track the movement, and if not for the stakes of this mission, it'd be almost comical.

"May I have this dance?" He asks, offering his arm for you to take. He’s adorning an obviously wealthy suit, dark blue and silky – and it rubs you in all the wrong ways.

You can hear your heart pound in your ears -- this wasn't the way the mission was supposed to go. But, then again, you didn't get into Task Force 141 by expecting every mission to go as planned.

"I would love to, Sir," you smile, wrapping your hand around his arm, allowing him to escort you to the main dance floor.

Subtly folding your hands together around his arm, you're able to push down the button on your bracelet. "You want us to dance in the middle of everyone? I'm not the best of dance partners..."

Phillip chuckles, but through your inner ear piece, you can hear König report, "Got eyes, Diamant."

Chills run down your spine. Either from this situation or…

Or something else that you're not entirely supposed to -- or allowed to -- feel. Not for those two men, and certainly not for your superiors.

"I'll lead you, darlin’," Phillip leans down to whisper into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. They’re thin, and chapped against your own skin.

His hand moves to sit at your lower back, just above your ass, and the other moves down your arm to interlace your fingers with his. It's an intimate position, your front pressing against his as he starts to lead you with the beat.

Of course you knew how to dance; you wouldn't have been picked for this role if you couldn't.

However, you deliberately misstep a few times, just to play into Phillip’s ego -- his desire for control and intelligence.

"For such a beautiful girl, you sure aren't the smartest," he jests, and it takes everything within you not to just swing your fist and leave him twitching on the dance floor. You could, realistically speaking, but that would cost you all the mission. And you would not let yourself, nor König or Ghost, down.

Instead, you nervously flit your gaze from him, moving in closer to his chest. By his squeeze on your lower back, you know it's the right decision. "I... I'm doing my best, Sir."

You want to crawl out of your own skin at the way you’re feeding into his misogyny, how you’re downplaying your own strengths.

He huffs, a demeaning, cruel thing.

"I want to shoot 'im," you hear Ghost mutter, and you'd be a liar to say that those words in that tone don't make you clench your thighs together as you sway against Phillip.

"Make it a competition, ja?" König quips. There's... irritation -- anger, maybe -- behind his question. It's so unlike the gentle giant of a man, and that fact alone has your breath coming out in a short pant.

Phillip, of course, thinks it's him making you so flushed.

With a vindictive smirk, he spins you, completely throwing you off balance. Maybe a tad too dramatically, you find yourself falling into his arms, giggling a little bit.

...It's worth it to hear Ghost grumble under his breath through the comms.

This whole situation doesn't feel quite real, and you know that their attitudes are nearly definitely due to the stray in plans. That's fine. That's all it can possibly be. It’s all that you’ll allow it to be.

But your mind has never been kind, and your imagination has always had the habit of wandering.

"Let's go get some drinks, hm?" Phillip asks, his hand falling dangerously close to 'inappropriate hand placement' territory.

You shoot him a seductive smile, nodding as he pulls you to the open bar, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, leaving you glued to his side. It’s a possessive position, and you find yourself wishing it was either of your superiors holding you in such a way instead.

"Don't drink anything he offers you," Ghost warns. You almost have the mind to chew him out for not trusting you with something so obvious, but... There's something about such subtle

protectiveness that only feeds your elementary style crush on the man.

"I would love to," you reply as Graves leads you to the bar, hand only moving lower with every step the two of you take. Fear trickles down your spine, your hands squeezing tightly together at your front.

"Say the word and we get you outta' there, Princess," Ghost quips, sharp and to the point.

With your hands already together, you manage to reply an agreement in Morse code -- quick, successive taps of the communications button.

"Good girl," König replies, just a touch breathy from the quietness of his words.

You manage not to trip on your feet, but it's a close thing.

a small snippet, because i feel really bad for my lack of posts!! life is so insane atm its like a satire.

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-> repost from my old blog cause i’ve been DILF crazy lately.

DILF!SIMON ???

truly an old, grumpy bastard. kidding. he’s a dilf without even being a dilf— which is so fucking frustrating because it forces you to imagine actually having his kids and watching him walk around with a chunky baby to bounce on his big, ink covered arm. he always tells you that all you have to do is say the word, and he’d be happy to oblige. to give you a happy baby and make up the warm, bubbly home he never had growing up. he’d put a pretty ring on your finger, too. everything and anything despite your age gap.

and god… is he making sure you fall right into his trap. he’s even at it early in the morning, lounging in the living room with nothing but his briefs on, thick thighs spread and just waiting for you to sit your soft warmth right on top of them. above the elastic waistband digging into his carved hips are those solid abs that reside under the bit of pudge he does have. your eyes trail all the way up, to his beefed up pecs and bulky scarred biceps, while he reads the morning paper and has a mug of tea without a care in the world.

“simon,” you don’t mean to say his name, honestly. it slips out with ease as it tends to, because you cant seem to wrap your head around how this metaphorical and literal mountain of a man is yours. it escapes you on instinct as your feet carry you to him, shuffling in your slippers until your knees bump into his own.

you’re falling into his lap with a kind of desperation that is so familiar to him. he knows— he always does. so a calloused hand squeezes your thigh while you press yourself into him and already begin placing kisses along the underside of his stubbly jaw. his adam’s apple bobs as he speaks.

“ready t’ take me up on that offer?”

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titancanvas · 5 months

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hello !!! your event is SO well done i love the aesthetics ( ・∇・) i’d love to enter wriothesley + ☃️ !!

𖥔 ݁ ˖ MAI MUMBLES : hello sweetness!! thank you sm for joining this little ask game ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ I hope you enjoy this lil drabble <333

𖥔 ݁ ˖ CONTENT WARNINGS : NSFW CONTENT. MDNI. fem! reader, established relationship, a little bit of mean! wriothesley, slight dry humping, teasing & edging

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"I can feel you dripping all over me."

A long, embarrassed whine leaves your lips and you try to clench your thighs together, a pathetic attempt at concealing your wetness but with your thighs splayed over Wrio's much thicker ones it was nearly impossible. He kept you spread open with a wicked grin as he scribbles something in his report.

Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, your face buried in the crook of his neck and shoulders, some of his hair tickling the side of your face. One of his arms are wound around your waist, keeping you perched all nice and pretty for him in his lap while the other continued to work on his report, paying no mind to your whines and little shifts.

If anything, every now and then, he would let out a low groan of warning, a deep sound that vibrated in the back of his throat, ensuring you knew very well that there would be repercussions for your constant distractions.

"I can't help it," you eventually mumble, your voice nothing more than a soft caress across his cheek, feeling how warm it is, how it seems to briefly lull him away from his work.

Damn you, you've always had the ability to wrap him right around your little finger. You were his Achilles heel and as hard as he would've liked to admit others you seemed to be proving him wrong over and over again.

"Is that why you're making a mess of my lap right now, sweet thing?" he asks quietly and you can feel how his chest vibrates with each syllable he says. He pulls his face back a little to try and catch a peek of your expression — how bashful and fucked out you looked from nothing more than sitting on the strain on his pants. "If I touch you right now... are your panties going to be wet?"

Your face burns. You're yearning for his touch but you don't want to hand him the satisfaction of knowing he could make you drip for him without even doing much in the first place. With a desperate shake of your head you try and bury your face deeper into the crook of his neck, hiding your expression.

But Wriothesley will have nothing of that and a partially gloved hand winds itself into your hair, giving it harsh enough of a tug to draw your face back, fixing you with a heavy gaze, drinking you in deep, watching as your bottom lip trembles and your chest shake with short little breaths.

"Don't lie to me," he murmurs, voice silky and warm, like honey, but his eyes told a different story. He tilts his head and shifts in the chair, pushing his hips up into yours, eyes flitting down to the material of your skirt pooling around your thighs. "You're so desperate to be touched, it's almost pathetic."

Your hands curl into small fists around the material of his jacket and you whine, submitted to his mercy, leaving you with nowhere to go. Helplessly, your hips grind forward, your aching clit searching for any kind of stimulation but Wrio takes it away just as fast as he's given it to you.

"Be a good girl," he coos, hand tightening in your hair. "And tell me. Use your big girl words."

You sniffle. "I'm..." You choke on your words, voice dropping from one octave to another as it grows softer. "I... I'm making a mess of your lap."

He hums appreciatively, waiting for you to go on. "Why are you making such a mess, baby?" He tuts. "I thought you had better manners than that."

"Because I want you to touch me!" you finally break when he pushes his cock back against your soaked panties, giving you a mere taste of what you've been craving for the last hour while he busied himself with paperwork.

Small, warm crocodile tears are gathering at your lashline, making him tut again at you as he pulls your face closer to his own, scattering soft kisses across your cheeks, nose and forehead — purposely avoiding your lips.

"My poor sweet girl," he coos, faux sympathy woven between every word he says but they hold no shame or sadness for you. The pad of his thumb runs across the swell of your cheek, smirking when he feels your thighs trembling around his, how you're humping and grinding against practically nothing, searching for anything to give you stimulation.

He abandons the hold he once had in your hair in favor of taking hold of your chin, guiding your head sideways so you could glance at the stack of papers on his desk.

"See those papers right there?" he asks cooly, gripping your chin a little harder as he makes you nod your head — up and down. "Those reports need to be finished first. So, if you can be a good little girl and let me work, only then... maybe after I'm done I'll think about fucking you."

He turns your face back to his, thumb tracing the pout of your lips. "Understand? Mmm... Look at those pretty little tears, yes, you do."

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