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“I’m just gettin’ started bub. ⭐️”

Haven’t posted in a while! BUT I SAW DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE YIPPE!! ⭐️

Be my baby. Let me re teach you everything you know. Let me teach you how to kiss. How to dress slutty for me. Let me guide you through how to touch yourself and suck my cock. Just be a good little angel for me. Let me take control of you.

chained

pairing:  lucien flores x f!reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) summary: every party seems to end this way and you should stop, but you’re addicted. wc: 1.5k tags: smut, the chains deserve their own warning, shotgunning, oral (m!receiving), cum eating a/n: i have no justification, and i’m not sorry. all rational thought has been replaced by lucien fucking flores. I love that we're all so collectively down bad that we can't even wait to see the movie before writing depraved filth about this man. the devil works hard...

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You watch as he laughs, and you feel fucking sick. His eyes crinkle at the corners and in a flash of perfect teeth, you feel reduced. Every fucking party, every fucking time. 

You know he’s bad news, Aly regaling you with news of another baby mama, as if you haven’t always known. But the silk of his shirt flows over his firm shoulders and creases under his arms and his curls fall in front of his forehead and you find that you…don’t care. How many parties have ended this way? You’re never strong enough, and neither is he. Tonight, in that shirt with that hair and in those chains, you know you’ll be the one to cave first.

You make eye contact with him as he brings his champagne flute to his lips, watching you over the length of the glass as you turn and walk out of the room, heels clicking against the floor, lust driving your movements until you’re through the archway and into the back garden. 

The thick and sweet smell of flowers invades your senses, and you feel even dizzier. Hot adrenaline courses through your limbs and your head feels cloudy. You hear footsteps behind you and you smile to yourself before you even turn around, knowing who it is already. 

“Nice night, huh?” he asks, and you turn over your shoulder. His champagne flute hangs from his fingers down at his side as he watches you, inspects you, waits to see what you’ll do next. The pale watercolors of his shirt shimmer in the dusk, the chains around his neck bounce the evening light back to you. You want him so badly you could scream.

“Mmhm,” you mutter, turning back around and continuing to walk, the fabric of your dress tickling the back of your knees. You hear him set the glass down on the edge of a planter box. You walk across the paving stones, and even though you can’t see him, you know he’s following you by the sound of his heavy footsteps, the sound of a lighter.

A dark corner of the garden feels like a blessing, and you lean against the brick and watch him take a drag. He closes the distance between you, blowing smoke into the sky, and you can smell champagne and cigarettes on him, like pure lust and regret. You’ll leave tonight satiated but empty, crawling into bed alone again with the smell of him still on your skin, but right now the bliss of adrenaline makes you forget, makes you surrender. 

He breathes in another drag before taking the cigarette between two perfect fingers and flicking it to the ground. All that matters now is the movement of his body as he brings a hand to cup your face, bends his knees, and nestles the overwhelming bulge of him into the cradle of your hips. Your lips part in a gasp as he cups your face with both hands and pulls you into him, blowing his smoke into your waiting mouth. You moan around it as he chases the nicotine with his tongue, and you let the smoke go out of your nose as he tastes behind your teeth.

You grab at the lapels of his shirt, the silk soft between your fingers. You lean forward and turn the two of you, pressing his back to the bricks as he smirks against your mouth. 

You pull back to see his brown eyes shimmering like warm honey in the golden light of nighttime falling. Your eyes shift to the chains around his neck. With gentle fingers, you pull them apart, untangling them from one another. His eyes are on your face as you watch what you’re doing, and the gentle flutter of your fingertips against his chest sends a shiver down his spine.

“There,” you say, satisfied as the chains lay perfectly across his tanned skin. “All better.”

Your eyes tick up to his face and the smirk that you find there turns your insides molten, just like every other time.

“I wish you didn’t always look so fucking good,” you murmur, trailing your fingertips up the chains and up the length of the vein in his neck. He leans his head back against the wall, opening himself up to you further, and you replace your fingers with your mouth as you lick at the skin behind his ear, his curls tickling your nose. 

“Is that so?” he retorts, spreading his palm across your lower back, pulling you into him. You can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this, how much he wants you, and you feel drunk on it. “What are you gonna do about it?”

You think you have some idea.

You look at him and smile, something devilish overtaking your features, and he wonders in that moment why he keeps fucking around with everyone else, why he saves you only for parties. 

You lower to your knees, rough stones against your skin, and he swipes his palm over your head as he looks down his nose at you. “All better, indeed.”

“Shut up,” you say, but you know your words carry no weight. You’re quick to undo the button and zipper of his pants, and when his cock springs free against the silk tails of his shirt, blood rushes in your ears and desire pools between your thighs. 

You take him in your hand, smearing his precum down the length of him. You lick a stripe back up and he groans, nestling his hand around the back of your neck. The salty and heady taste of him makes you smile as you swirl your tongue around the tip before closing your lips and slipping him in, in, in, down the length of your tongue until he’s as deep as you can take, your lips straining around him as he kisses the back of your throat. You dig your nails into your palm to keep from gagging, but the choked sound he makes as he bottoms out makes you forget the effort entirely. He’s so much, he’s always so much, and you’re addicted to it. He pushes his hips gently into you before pulling back out, watching transfixed as a string of spit and precum connects his cock to your lips. 

“Fuck,” he groans as you take him into your mouth again, unwilling to lose the taste of him for even a moment. “Such a good fucking girl every time for me, aren’t you?” he coos, and you moan around him. 

He thrusts into your eager mouth and you let him take over, guiding your head with his hand as he fucks you. It’s garbled and it’s obscene, but in this quiet corner of the garden you know no one can hear. Even if they could, you’re not sure you’d care.

You fist the length of him that doesn’t fit, your hand soaking wet as it glides the velvety skin, and when his breath quickens and his thrusts stutter, you know he’s close. You push on his thigh until his hips meet the brick and he grunts. You continue to fuck him with your hand and your mouth, and you know you’ll feel him against your tongue for the rest of the night.

“Mierda, baby, I’m close, I’m–” he stutters as hot ropes of cum spill onto your tongue. You slow your movements, milking him slowly as he groans above you.

“Fuck,” he swears, breathless. “Get up here. Get up here right fucking now,” he growls, grabbing at your arm to help you stand. His mouth is on you before you can swallow, and when he licks into your mouth he tastes himself there too. You swallow and he sighs, kissing the corner of your mouth as he pulls you close to his body. 

He drags kisses across your jaw and down the skin of your neck, and you know you’re absolutely fucking soaking the lace of your underwear, aching so badly you feel it in the tips of your fingers. You wonder what he’ll do if you turn and leave, you wonder if he’ll chase you down or if he’ll let you go. He always lets you go too soon, always too soon and too late all at once. 

You push off his body and look up at him, and the gaze in his eyes is like that of a hunting animal, hungry and desirous. You should leave, should end this before you remember what his fingers feel like inside of you, what his cock feels like as he buries it deep into your cunt. But when you turn to walk away, his fingers wrap around your wrist, yanking you back into him as you stumble over your heels. In an instant he’s whipping you around and pressing you into the wall, the breath leaving your lungs in a sigh.

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, his palms quickly sliding up the lengths of your thighs under your dress. “Not fucking done with you yet.”

Fuck it.

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ARTIST OF THE MONTH - YEJI

“Closer.”

Royal Hanamaki Takahiro

hewo and welcome back to my fourth and final installment of my royal!au series for the Magic March collab! yesh i did four peeps. why did i do that? i honestly don't know and this may be my first and last collab ever because collabs scare me LMAO. but anywho, i really loved how i wrote hanamaki and reader's story for this one and i hope you guys enjoy it as well. as always here's the masterlist for the Magic March collab and please please please check out the other wonderful writers that wrote for the collab as well! freaking amazing people!

ALSO! I know that Ramadan is starting soon and i do have nsfw in this piece but i will leave a note saying where it will start. the first part is always sfw and so you may read if you want to.

pairing: hanamaki takahiro x gn!reader

words: 1.5k (big period once again)

warnings: cussing, pranks (??), orphan/orphanage, nsfw, riding thighs, slight overstimulation, cockwarming, and mentions of lots of sex (??). if you feel like i missed anything, please tell me and i will fix it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH NSFW PLEASE

notes: no one beta read this. literally i decided to just put this out there because it's the last day and i wanted this down as soon as possible. shoooo yeah! ummmmm soooooo sorry for the horrible writing!

taglist: @honeykeigo, @keigobaby, @yourtamaki, @toshidou, @suedebunn, @novvabeam. if you would like to be added to my taglist, go over to my pinned post and find out how to be a regular!

the mischievous and collected king.

very cool, calm and collected when out in public. everyone loves talking to him because not only does he give the best advice, but all of the conversations are always exciting.

he does like to go around the castle and prank his soldiers, relatives, best friends and even the servants.

you can hear his laughter down the halls as people, Iwaizumi, chases him or as he runs away from the scene, or Oikawa complaining out loud on how mean he is.

don't worry, matsukawa is right behind him when acting out on his pranks. come on, that’s his right hand man. he has to be right beside him when chaos is happening.

royal colors? teal and white. they say out of all the royals in the land, the hanamaki’s are one the prettiest royal families due to how their hair color is complimented well with their royal colors.

now you were just a newly hired servant for the castle. you were hired to help tutor his little sister about the different cultures throughout the land. almost like her personal babysitter as you were to be with her almost 24/7.

here’s to say that your first introduction to one another….didn’t really go...well.

he planned a practical prank on his little sister, a bucket of water at the top of her door and so it would fall on her when she would open her door.

but lets just say… that the one that got caught in the prank wasn’t her. sadly the water bucket fell on you and you were drenched from head to toe. and it was only your second day on the job.

of course he felt really bad because he didn’t expect to see you there! he could barely apologize to you because well...

when you turned around to face him, did he see satan coming out from the pits of hell? yeah, yeah he did. honestly, he may have pissed his pants but if you ask him, he’s going to deny it.

after giving him the death glare, you walk off back to your quarters to change your clothes but thankfully you’re room is close to his sister’s. no words were said but he did feel the hostility from you and how you basically hated him.

now every time he saw you, homeboi was a little scared because he didn’t want to poke your buttons and he’s seen what you’ve done to his sister when she was being more annoying than usual.

he did not want to be walking around with a book on top of his head and making sure it’s balanced for 20 minutes and he does not, DOES NOT, want to be holding two buckets of water while outside of the room for everyone to see. no he has his pride man.

he avoided you for a good month or two to be honest.

finally he, read iwaizumi, convinces himself to apologize to you properly. he even asked his little sister on what you liked so he could get it for you.

to his surprise, his younger sister said nothing. you were just happy to teach her about all the different cultures in the region and just hanging out within the castle was a good way for you to be happy with your life.

he thought this was absurd and so the best thought was that he would give you time for vacation to go visit some family. taking a break to be with family is always nice!

when he comes up to you and apologizes, you’re surprised because honestly you didn’t expect this from him. you still happily accepted his apology as long as he doesn’t try to prank you ever again.

he, of course, agrees and then tells you about how you could go and visit family for a few weeks. but what you say next surprises him.

“ahh… i guess you didn’t know your highness, but i’m actually an orphan. I have no family left and to be honest i don’t even want to visit my old orphanage. bad memories harbor there and...i love it here in the castle. it feels like home, and not only that but...well i do love what i do here and i wouldn’t change a thing.”

is he shocked? yes. does his respect for you rise to levels that are unpronounced? yeah.

does he now ask you to hang out with him while he’s on breaks and while you’re on breaks to make sure that you never feel lonely ever again? of course he does.

breakfast, lunch and dinner, he asks you to join his family’s meals and they soon start to treat you like family. something to you’ve always wanted in your life.

this happens over the course of a year and you and hanamaki have become the best of friends. you soon join the two troublemakers and become the three musketeers but you’re the only sane one out of three heheh.

but you two started to hang out at nights, looking out at the stars and talking to each other about your future, your fears, your dreams, and anything that comes to mind that you wanted to let out.

he already recognized that he was in love with you so many months ago but he was scared. you just looked so happy at the castle! and if he were to ruin your friendship, he was scared about you leaving not only him but his family.

the night of your birthday comes around and he asks to meet you at your guys’ special spot, the castle’s royal gardens, where he stands with fidgety hands.

and once he grabs your hands and the words start to leave his mouth, you start crying from all of the love that comes from his entire being.

“i may be a tease and i may make fun of you a lot. but you ground me y/n, you make sure that when all hell breaks loose in the kingdom, you’re right beside me holding me down to stay solid. you’re love for not only my younger sister but my older sister, my parents, my friends, it amazes me everyday.”

when he soon cups your face and whispers, “your love for educating those about the cultures around the world, it amazes me on how knowledgeable you are, that i want to set you free but im selfish. i want you to stay beside me forever and i want to forever learn new things with you, by my side, as my lover and my confidant. will you grant me this wish, my love?”

your answer? kissing him at the stroke of midnight, the moon being the only witness of your exchange of love for each other.

and he’s going to deny that he cried after you kissed him, nope there’s no way he’s admitting that. he’s not a crybaby goddammit, that’s oikawa’s job.

NSFW AHEAD. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

he loves making love to you but he loves watching you get yourself off by using him more.

god, he loves it when you’re riding him, even when you can’t move anymore. he loves it when you whine about being so close but your legs just won’t work and so you resort to just grinding on him.

he loves it when you use his thighs when you’re pent up and need a quick release.

he loves feeling how wet you are just from him forcing your hips to move and from his words alone as well.

when he thrusts into you, he likes taking it slow. he doesn’t want to exert his energy this early when you guys are getting started. oh he wants to prolong every single second.

be prepared to be overstimulated because he doesn’t stop until he wants to.

he could go on for hours, stop and let the both of you rest, and then start once again.

he was able to take you out for four days just to take a break from both of your guys’ duties, so he took you out to his family’s vacation home. best believe that you guys had sex everywhere in that house.

thankfully he ordered all of the servants taking care of the house to go home and it was just you two. so you were always either in one of his shirts or just naked.

if you were naked, best believe you’re about to have sex with him in the next five minutes or so when he sees you.

he’s insatiable when you guys are alone. never wants you out of his arms, his lap, and never wants to stop holding your hands. he just doesn’t want you separated from him for too long.

oh, don’t forget about cockwarming, especially in the mornings. he loves the intimacy it holds and again, he loves having you in his arms.

this allows him to not only pull you in closer but also lets him feel every part of your body.

he is a lover through and through and no matter what happens, he will show you through his actions that he loves your everything.

Prompt from @/creativepromptsforwriting

a little sequel to my last painting❤️

smth smth amalgamation of religious devotion and sexual desire, idk, I'm not a word wizard

Wanted to draw one of my favorite threesomes from Fire and Blood 😍🔥 Are there any other threesomes you guys would be interested in seeing? 👀💦

Photo study, this time with Hunter.

Crosshair

Tech

Grayscale under the cut.

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Hideo Kojima (1990)

so bECAUSE OF TOMMYINNITS STREAM I WENT OUTSIDE AND STARTED SCREAMING AT 12AM SO NATURALLY SOMEONE THOUGHT I WAS BEING MURDERED AND CALLED THE POLICE AND WHEN THEY GOT HERE I HAD TO GIVE THEM MY EXPLANATION FOR WHY I WAS SCREAMING AT 12AM SO I JUST SAID THE DREAM SMP AND ONE OF THE COPS EYES GOT REALLY BIG AND HE SAID “THERES A LORE STREAM??!!??” AND THEN WE WATCHED THE STREAM ON MY PHONE. I HAVE A GROWN POLICEMAN SITTING IN MY DRIVEWAY CRYING AND CURSING AT DREAM UNDER HIS BREATH HIS PARTNER GAVE HIM A SHOCK BLANKET OH MY GOD