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[punkkture]

thinking about how simon’s fat cock would practically rip into you the first time. he thought that spending an hour fingering into your tight hole that it might’ve loosened up a bit but. . . he knew from just the tip being shoved into you that it wasnt enough.

he almost laughed, “baby, baby, you gotta calm down,” he shushed leaning down closer to you. simon wanted to just rock all the way into you, feeling those tight walls around him was just heavenly. squeals and loud whines coming from your mouth went almost unnoticed by him as he was pulled deeper into this trance of energy surrounding you right now. he was smitten.

“c’mon you gotta take jus’ a bit more for me sweetie, jus’ a little more” he mumbled to you as he tried desperately to not bury himself all the way. you nod and whimper out a slew of incoherent words, wanting to do the absolute best you can for him. he let out an airy chuckle, looking down at you, and fully sheathing himself inside that tight cunt he’d worship any day.

the yelp that left your mouth made his heart swell. simon cooed at you and tried to reassure you, but he was just too far gone into the feeling you were giving him. “that’s it’s . . . doing so good for me” he groaned out, harshly pounding into you. his brows furrowed and he almost had a pathetic look on his face, he had never felt this good from a woman before.

he didn’t know if it was the way you’d whimper out his name, or the crescent marks your nails would leave on his already scarred skin, but he was starting to feel dumbed down from it. his movement getting sloppy as he would whine out, pushing his thick cock into you with no tenderness and only need.

he would shove into you with a merciless and harsh pace until you were both completely fucked out of your minds. mumbling and eyes that were hazed out and low looking at one another. he only got like that once he had fucked at least two or three loads of his cum into you. but once he finally reached his limit, he was so docile and sweet. his hands immediately holding around your delicate skin and treating you like you were a piece of porcelain that would break if the wind blew too strong. his chest panting up and down with labored breaths as he made sure to stay sheathed inside you for as long as he could.

“such a good girl for me baby . . . such a sweet thing”

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

Grace, bible basher means someone who constantly reads the bible and it’s an insult fyi

*Grace huffs and crosses her arms*

Well, that's not a very polite thing to call someone.

You know, you don't really live up to your name, Angel.

[lttledoe]

be mine⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ཆི❤︎ཆྀ ⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀

my only, baby ̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ♱ㅤ•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⠀ ♱⠀ •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙

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—#𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑩𝑰𝑵𝒁𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮 𐙚˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🪽✧˚.🦢⋆

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🪽

————————————𐙚˙✧⋆ ｡————————————

— 𐙚˙ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. An angel, even. He's always a good person. His parents knew. His girlfriend knows, and she knew. His best friends knew. His fans know. The whole world knows. He gives out generous donations to charities, he helps out at the homeless shelter, he helps old people cross the street, he’s volunteered at other places, he’s a doctor, he spoils his girlfriend—he even actively speaks out against violence.

So you can only imagine how a fan of their idol, someone they aspire to be, felt as they were getting killed by what’s known to be an angel.

He knows he was a good person. He was told by his friends that he was a good person, so how could he not know that he was good? All his fans tell him that he is a good person, so how can he not know that he, himself, is a good person? His girlfriend knew he was a good person, so that should be enough proof there.

But sometimes, he knows he doesn’t deserve to be called a good person when he sees the look of betrayal and fear in one of his fans’ eyes, seeing them wonder why they were so foolish to believe everything they see on the internet—why they were so foolishly hellbent on thinking that he is a good person.

Even then, his friends said he was a good person. His girlfriend said he was a good person too. But he used to see the same fear, sadness, and betrayal from a girl he was once friends with from elementary to middle school. Nobody knew that he saw that in her face almost everyday until she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He was such a monster that she couldn’t take it anymore.

His best friend looked at him the same way at the beach. His parents looked at him the same way. His girlfriend looked at him the same way. His sister looked at him the same way.

He looked at himself the same way.

And as he discards the knife, his phone rings to see his girlfriend calling him, asking himself why she cane back to him—why she stayed—why she still 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 someone she knew wasn’t a good person, why she tells other she knows he’s a good person. He answered the phone to talk to the girl that thought he changed. That knows for sure that he changed. She knew he was a good person. She knows he’s a good person.

She needs to pick one.

He said he’d be home in a bit—that he has some things to take care of, like signing his books at Barnes & Noble, something he’s known for doing frequently. But never at night.

He’s a liar. Barnes & Nobles closes early on Sundays. However, not all of them do. Maybe he really did drive 30 minutes to the one still open because he loves his fans so much. She knows he’s a good person. She knew he was a good person.

But he knew that someone else knew he wasn’t a good person. He knew that one of his friends, a friend that had seen it all, that was smart enough to know it all, knew that he isn’t a good person, nor that he never was in the first place, starting high school. He was incredibly smart. Smarter than Hanbin. He was a detective that solved all the hardest cases.

And yet, he never snitched on him. Why doesn’t he snitch on him? Why does he allow him to kill all these innocent people? Why is he perceived as innocent—the same level of innocence as his victims? He has the power to put Hanbin in jail. He has all the evidence needed that other detectives couldn’t even come close to finding. Does that make him a bad person as well? Does that make him a good person for saving him? Or is he planning something?

Maybe protecting his girlfriend from the hard truth? But that last part couldn’t be it, because he knows that she knows. She picked how she perceived him a long time ago, and still stayed.

All the other questions, however, he can’t find answers to. He finished getting rid of the body, put on his coat to hide the stains on his dress shirt, and left. It was time to move on with life and continue to play pretend with the world, taking every compliment, excitement and love he got from fans that recognized him, while his victims who once shared the same love, excitement, and compliments stay behind.

No fan is the exact same, but they do potentially share the same fate. Unless they live outside of the United Kingdom, of course. He doesn’t plan on traveling right now. He does, however, plan on having another meet and greet soon, saving someone’s life as a doctor, donating to charities, volunteering at some places, and speaking out against violence and the very serial killer that he was to let the world keep thinking that he is a good person.

Maybe he’ll buy his girlfriend a few gifts on the way home while he’s at it.

@𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬-𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚 ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა — if anyone somehow stumbles upon this, don’t steal, repost, or copy my shit 💀

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❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❜ p2 . . . charlie mayhew

INNOCENT!reader x PRIEST!charlie 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART 1

SUMMARY, after ignoring charlie for a week after the incident, he finally gets her close in the bathroom.

A/N, sorry i took way too long to make a p2. if you want a p3, leave some recommendations of what i should do for that part in my inbox bc i have no idea how to keep it going 😂 anyways, have fun reading, angels. 🪽🪽

WARNINGS, smuttyyyyy

Charlie had noticed the change immediately after their last conversation—the one where Maddy had admitted, with a tremble in her voice, that she had thought about him in ways she knew weren’t right. He had been shocked, then flattered, and finally, filled with guilt after everything. But what troubled him the most was her absence.

For a whole week, Maddy hadn’t spoken to him. She didn’t show up at mass, didn’t linger after church like she usually did. Every time he tried to reach out, she brushed him off with curt messages or avoided him entirely. She wasn’t just distant—she was actively ignoring him.

At first, Charlie tried to give her space, assuming that she needed time to process what had happened between them. But as the days passed, his concern grew. The gnawing guilt inside him—the feeling that maybe he had crossed a line, that maybe he had hurt her more than he realized—began to fester.

It wasn’t until late one evening, after most of the congregation had already left, that Charlie spotted her. Maddy, rushing down the hallway, her face flushed, disappeared into the restroom. The church was quiet, the echoes of footsteps fading, and Charlie hesitated for a moment before following her.

He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “Maddy?”

There was no response, but he heard a faint sniffle, the kind that comes after holding back tears for too long. Charlie’s heart clenched. He hesitated, not wanting to invade her space, but the sound of her pain pushed him forward.

“Maddy, please talk to me,” he said gently. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, but I can’t help you if you shut me out.”

There was a long pause, and then the door cracked open. Maddy stood there, her eyes red and puffy, but there was something hardened in her expression. She looked exhausted—not just physically, but emotionally.

“Why do you care so much, Charlie?” she asked, her voice thick with frustration and hurt. “I’m trying to keep my distance, like I’m supposed to. Isn’t that what you want?”

Charlie frowned, stepping closer. “What I want is to understand why you’ve been avoiding me. After everything we talked about, I thought we could work through this together, but you’ve been shutting me out completely.”

Maddy let out a bitter laugh, wiping at her eyes. “Work through this? Charlie, you don’t get it. I’m embarrassed. I told you something I never should have said, something unholy, we did something for which I will never be forgiven. And every time I look at you, I see the judgment in your eyes.”

Charlie’s breath caught in his throat, realizing the depth of her shame. “Maddy, no,” he said, stepping toward her, his voice softening. “There’s no judgment. I promise you that.”

“Then why does it feel like there’s a wall between us now?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Why did it feel like I crossed a line that I can’t uncross?”

Charlie closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil in his chest. He had wrestled with his own guilt all week, and now hearing hers, it was clear they were both lost in their own pain. He opened his eyes and met hers, his gaze steady.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said softly. “What you told me… it was honest. I do not regret what we did together, i am not ashamed of it.”

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face for any hint of dishonesty. When she didn’t find it, she exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

“So, why does it matter so much, Charlie? Why did we both make it feel like the end of the world?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath. “Because it’s hard, Maddy. It’s hard to admit that something’s there, something we both feel but can’t have. It’s hard because I want to help you through this, but I also… I’m fighting the same thoughts, the same distractions.” His confession hung in the air between them, heavy and real.

Maddy’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. “You mean…?”

Charlie nodded, looking down. “I’m not immune to this. But I’m trying to stay strong for both of us. And ignoring me won’t make it go away. We have to figure out how to deal with this together.”

Maddy wiped at her eyes again, this time with less urgency, as if the weight of their shared secret had lightened slightly. “I don’t know how to make it stop,” she admitted, her voice small.

“Neither do I,” Charlie said quietly. “But I can help you, Angel.”

He stepped closer to her, trapping her exit from the restroom. His fingers interlocks with her hair as he pulls a strand behind her ear and grabbed her face and pulled her closer. “Tell me you don’t regret it, please” he says eagerly as he places his forehead on hers.

“Just Let me worship you”

Her head spins from the thousands of negative possibilities but her body just wants to surrender to him.

Without kissing her, he trailed his lips up her curve and exhaled till the heat tingled sensuously across her delicate skin. She closed her eyes, sensing his hands running up her sides over her white button-up blouse. He clasped his hands over the cloth, tracing a line up her hips and down the sides of her chest before finishing at the collar of the weightless material.

He made two hard fists out of the blouse collar and tore it open causing her to gasp in shock as the shirt split open to reveal her white lacy bra.

He turned to face her and grabbed her hips once again, the moment the door was locked. Before her thoughts could register, his lips dropped hungrily to her neck and her back collided with the wall. He brushed his teeth on her flesh right away, pressing his body against her while groaning.

Her hands instinctively gripped his hips, tossing her head to one side. They kissed for a long time, his sensual lips breathing heavily into her neck in between, making her eyes drift close. He thrust forward, bringing his hips to meet hers, offering whatever kind of pleasure he could. Her hands clenched around his hips over his pants, and she let out a sigh of pleasure.His hands trailed down her nude thighs, extending to her behind to seize it above the dress. He pulls her hips against his harder.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you." He graveled.

His words cause her core to ache and she arched her back further off the wall to feel his body against her even more. He takes the motion and decides to just pick her up instead. His hand reaches behind her thighs, where he raises her and surrounds her weak legs around his hips. Her back against the wall as their hips collided, she took a deep breath at the abrupt change.Now at eye level with her, he planted a kiss on her jaw and positioned himself between her legs. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she held him in place. She felt weak as a result of his forceful hip thrust between her legs.

She dug her hands into his hair and let out a cry through a pant. When she pulled it, he gave a grunt. He clamped down harder on her neck, and in response, she let out an uncontrollable whine.

He tightly clamped his teeth into a single area, creating such strong suction that she was certain it would leave a mark. She almost lost consciousness when she separated her lips in response to her aggressive action, arching her back. Feeling him rough on the pale skin, she reflexively jerked her hand to the back of his head. She got mild pain spikes with it, but other than that, it was enjoyable.

She pulled at the roots above his neck, and he whispered into her neck. She knew immediately that he enjoyed it when she yanked his hair. His moan provided the necessary stimulation between her legs. He drags out every motion so that she begs him to keep going.

With her bra and panties on, she arched her back, feeling the tight fit of his jeans pressing on her inner part. she could feel how hard he was becoming quickly, he was absolutely bottled up in those tight jeans. Suddenly, he sets her down on her two feet and goes on his knees. He lanced down at her stomach, licking his lower lip with his tongue before lowering his head to give her abdomen a moist kiss. Her whole body trembled at the light touch.

He reached her panties and raised his head, gazing up into her eyes all the way up her body. Grabbing the edges of her lace panties, he sits up between her legs and pulls it up off her hips and down her thighs right away. She tensed slightly as he took off the final piece of material covering her body. She raised her legs into the air and he pulled the thin material away from her ankles.

He tossed the last piece of clothing to the floor, leaving her completely vulnerable. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet. we don’t want anyone to hear you”

Just by feeling his tongue running up her center, her stomach lurched and her entire body flexed. He forced his mouth against her tightly and rolled his tongue straight to the cluster of nerves before she could even begin to grasp the strange sensation of his sharp tongue sliding up her slit. "Charlie-" her back curved off the wall before she could even complete her statement.

Without holding back, he went straight into her clit with a wonderful rhythmic roll of his tongue. Her eyes narrowed as she closed them.

Her hips twitched with the intensity of this wild new feeling right away. "Charlie, oh my god," she said, rolling her eyes inside her head. He maintained a death grip on her thighs, keeping them forced open to give him complete access to enjoy her in any way he pleased. She was unable to regulate her sensitivity, and it would make her body twitch.

His wet tongue rolled in the perfect place at different rhythms and at a steady pace, making her experience things She have never felt in her entire life. He just started, and she was unable to catch her breath.Her hands would be death grasping his thick hair right now if she could control them.

He placed her legs over his shoulders, reaching lower and squeezing a firm grasp around her outer thighs and hip bones. With a deep inhale through his nose, he caressed her with his tongue, sending a surge of ecstasy up her neck and into her veins. With a moan, she chokes and throws back her head, putting her legs across his long back.

She wasn't prepared for the kind of pleasure he gave her when he slid his lengthy tongue inside of her and ran it down. He was an expert at what he was doing and was doing it very well. Then the knot in her stomach turned to give her trembling thighs. Before returning to her clit, which she could now feel pulsating, he slid his tongue in and out of her a few times. The pressure burning inside of her intensified as soon as he made touch with it once more.

She flinches and draws in a short breath as he flicks the tip of his tongue up and down on the bundle of nerves. "I need it so bad.. charlie..." She could not be silent in the room; she was a mess of heavy pants. She was unable to stop herself from breathing heavily and was always accompanied by whimpers and whines that were concealed in the back of her throat.

He looks down between them, his ring and middle fingers digging deep into her. He instantly coiled and shoved them at the same moment, making her gasp. She was taken aback by the furious action. He was panting as well, so she arched her back and let out a whimper into the thick air. The two fingers he didn't have rings on, his fingers rocked into her mercilessly.

She let out a cry, tightly clenching her eyelids and contorting her hips. He coiled up and compressed his fingers, striking a sensitive area within her which she had no idea contained so many nerve endings."You're so fucking tight-" In his deep voice, he whispered.

Her legs trembled as she yelled out, “please." "Does that feel good?" He rasps into the burning air while simultaneously caressing her clit with his fingers. Shutting her eyes tightly, she gave a nod. Her stomach felt like it was about to burst; there were no words to express the feelings she was experiencing.

"Do you feel that knot in your stomach, Angel?" He whispered, reading her thoughts.

She groaned and nodded once more, her chest heaving in a need for breath. "Use your words." More forcefully, he remarks, It was so difficult to focus on anything other than the euphoric rush coursing through her blood. “Y-yes." was her stutter.

"I'm adding a third." Before striking a third finger into her, he muttered. She let out a gasp as he pushed past the line, his third finger descending in unison with the other two. She let out a cry, her back automatically arching off the wall.

"Oh my god!" The pressure between her hips immediately increased as the third finger was thrust in, causing her to cry. her body came out in another sweat, her hips suddenly having a mind of their own when they bucked.

He glanced up at her face, saw how shaken she was getting, her legs trembling with her inability to remain silent. He pulled his hand away from her clit and instead brought it up to cover her lips because she was extremely loud. When the build started to get more tense, he began to shove his three fingers deep into her.

"Everyone is right next door." He smirks.

"You can yell into my hand."

With her eyes squeezed shut, she yelled into his big palm that was placed across her mouth. Her back continued to arch off the wall as the condition grew progressively deeper. She felt as though she were on a cloud and was at a loss for words regarding what was occurring to her body.

"Cum for me baby-" He encouraged, drawing his eyes into hers. He knew she was close.

She whimpered into his fingers, her body's gears shifting like a moving train. Her thighs trembled as though she was freezing, her stomach was drawn in, and her chest pumped fiercely. She kept screaming into his palm at the crushing strain that was killing her, and his fingers kept jamming into the same area.

Her entire body was tight; she was too weak to continue in this state for very long. She let out his muffled name in a scream and then abruptly stopped moving. Everything—shaking, arching, breathing—stopped abruptly.

She undid herself on his fingers. She moans at the feeling of emptiness as he pulls away. He puts a kiss on her forehead and adds, "I knew you would be such a good girl for me." She was still trembling from what had happened, so he gently placed her clothing and underwear on her.

She slid to the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. The shame she felt was suffocating, wrapping itself around her until she could barely breathe.

“Maddy,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, her voice broken. “I’m so, so sorry. I don’t know why i’m crying”

Charlie was kneeling beside her before she could finish, his hands gentle as he reached for her. “Maddy, stop,” he murmured. “You don’t have to apologize”

She shook her head, tears still spilling down her cheeks. “It feels wrong, Charlie. All of this. I feel guilty for even wanting this.”

Charlie sighed, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. “I know. I feel it too. But guilt isn’t going to help either of us right now. We need to be honest with ourselves about what’s happening, and we need to figure out how to move forward.”

Charlie’s thumb gently wiped away one of her tears, his touch comforting but careful.

Maddy closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, even though part of her knew they shouldn’t be this close. But in this moment, she needed the comfort, the reassurance that she wasn’t alone in this guilt. That they would find a way through it, together.

[viviromantiq]

⊹ 𖥔 𝓢𝔂𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓼 𝓓𝓾𝓶𝓹

ਏਓㅤ ժׁ̲̲ׅ̲̲݊ꫀׁ̲̲ׅ̲ܻ̲ᥣׁ̲̲ׅ̲֪̲ꪱׁ̲̲ׅ̲𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 love ✶⃝ ⋆.˚ ⋆ 𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

❤︎ ꢯ•̫͡•ʔ 💭 ♪ ˳꣑୧ ۠ 🫙 ͟2͟ ͟O͟ ͟O͟ ͟9͟

𝐴 𝑛 𝑔 𝑒 𝑙 . ݁˖ . ݁ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ ៹﹒�� ก マ ಌֵ๋̥̾͒۫·̊

. 𓇼 ｡ﾟ ͡ 🪨 ✴︎🪷𓈒͏ུུ̑̑. ཉ 𖡄̽ݴ𖣂 恋人 ꖡ

ꫂㅤ۪ᰍ ⊰ㅤㅤ 花壇 𑊁 ๑ ꕀ ꒱ 𝓋ꫀׁׅܻꪱׁׅᥣׁׅ֪ ͜ ࣪ ㅤ⚹. ᨵׁׅ 🪽

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ❤︎ ᨳ₊˚ 🐇 pérdida en ✿ཱཱི su (m)mirada ⣬ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝑚𝑦 love mi𝑛e. ⠀⠀╱ ⠀⠀ 28.10 ⠀⠀𓊆 ⠀⠀𓇻

❤︎ ♬⃝˚ pin. ✿❀ ིུ͠  ︶

᭢˚༉ ㅤ⠟❙ㅤ he hït me 𝒶𝓃𝒹 it felt like 𝓪 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼. ܟܬ∕𒈔⃛ 🥷🏻⬤ㅤ

ᬉ      . ✿ྀིུ͙͙͙ㅤ᭩͡ᰯㅤ❤︎ 𒁍      . ᭢ 𓆤 ͏͏ㅤ ⬤⬮ㅤ໒·͜:)𑇒 ⣾ ㅤ✢˖𝆬ㅤ ✧‚ ❤︎᭪ᬻ 𖦸໋݊ ཻུ. ㊅ ⃘᰷᰷ᰰ✿⃘𐇽݄݃་་◌ᬽ ⣠⠛⠛⣄⣠⠶⠛⠛⠛⠶⣄⣠⠛❀⠛⣄ ◌࣪ ⊹ ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ - ི༏ྀ ❤︎ ❀ིི۪۪۫۫ ‧͙⁺˚* ･*˚⁺‧͙ ⠀▒ 𓂃 𓏸 ☥ 𐙚 𒂭 ᭄

ི༏ྀ ❤︎ 🪽 ❀ིི۪۪۫۫ ‧͙⁺˚* ･*˚⁺‧͙ días de (𝑎)mor primaveral ♱ Chemtrails Over The Country Club ╱ 28.09

ཻུ۪۪🫙 ͜ᩘ❀໋ ❤︎‎ n͟o͟c͟h͟e͟ de sufrimiento؄ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ ⬮⃨۪۪̃۟⬤⡳✿

૮꒰ ᴗ.ᴗ ꒱ა ꒰⸝⸝◡.◡꒱ /ᐠ - ˕ -マ ⁩૮꒰๑ˊᜊˋ๑꒱ა ሪ꒰ིྀ  ◜.◝ ꒱ིྀ𑇖 ૮꒰๑ ◜ᜊ◝ ๑꒱ა ૮꒰⸝⸝´ᜊ ˋ⸝⸝꒱ა ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝- ˕ -⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა ૮꒰ྀ ི ◞ ๑ ◟ ꒱ა ໒ྀ ི꒰ ◞ ◟ ꒱ྀ ིა ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝◞ ˕ ◟⸝⸝꒱ྀིა ໒꒰ྀ ི˶ ◞ ˕ ◟ ˶꒱ྀ ི১ ໒꒰ྀ ི ៸៸ ◜ ๑ ◝ ៸៸ ྀ ི꒱ა

[punkkture]

simon cant help but spoil you rotten. every time he comes home from deployment you can ensure youre going to be met with an abundance of blooming flowers in a large bouquet. on occasion he would even bring home new perfumes from different countries he’d be deployed to.

but more often than not . . . the first gift would be his lips melting into yours as anything he had in his hands would be dropped. his fingers now groping at the plush material of your sweater, tugging it off as a groan left his mouth and was swallowed by yours. he was moving with fervor and a new sense of desire he would forget he had until he had you infront of him again. after months of being surrounded by metallic smells and gruff voices, all he wanted was to get you underneath him, get you looking up at him with that sense of yearning those pretty eyes always held. his palms now roaming to grip the fat on your thighs and ass. shoving you against him so harshly you thought he would never let go.

“oh god baby . . you don’t understand how bad i need this” he would plead with you. the way his hands were gripping at you, there was no doubt that you had no room to argue. your love had made it home safe, he deserved anything he wanted right now. and if that meant five rounds of his heavy cock slamming into you over and over again on the living room floor, you’d give it to him.

his hand grabbed your face, moving your head to look at him, you were all dazed and fucked out of it by the second round, “there she is . .” he would arrogantly say with a sense of breathlessness. “you ready for more? you gonna take it all for me?” simon’s cocky voice would ring through your ears like a mantra of prayer when he had you like this. pleads, mumbles, whines, whimpers, any incoherent noise you could make he would fuck out of you.

his thick and fatty cock stretching you out as you quivered around him six, seven, eight different times in the span of an hour. he would groan and praise you every time you came around him. you could tell he was close when he would lean down close to you and bite at your neck, his strong hands squeezing your hips.

“si- simon please” you would pant out as he fucked you against the living room floor. you didn’t know what you were begging for. begging and pleading for more is what simon took it for. so he had you underneath him until you were almost completely incoherent. you couldnt count how many times you had finished for him, it never felt like enough for him

soon enough however, simon would be holding you up off of the floor, bundling you up and laying you down on the couch with a sweet kiss. going back to the foyer where he had left the flowers and gifts. breathlessly grabbing them and coming back to you with them in his hands. “got these for you” he would smile.

cai bot to accompany this —> lol

[the-halls-of-hatchetfield-high]

Max, I’ll kick your arse man, I’ve fought boys bigger than you.

*drop kicks max cutely*

Max: *gasps, clutching his face* Ow, what the hell!

[Pete's eyes are wide, while Steph smirks, nodding in approval. Grace watches on, mouth agape]

Richie: *chokes out a laugh in utter disbelief before quickly covering his mouth to stifle it, terrified of Max's reaction*

Ruth: Yeah!

*turns to Angel*

...I think I just fell in love with you.

[porcalinecunt]

ak!jason craving his back alley surgeon (ftm) so much that it physically hurts not to just fuck him right in the middle of their session ,,

021 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the arkham knight remained touch starved for too long, so he turns to his nagging yet stupidly cute back alley surgeon! ~

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ AK! JASON TODD X MALE! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — ftm!reader. dubcon. rough oral sex. throat breeding. throat bulge. fingerings. touch starved jason. past mentions of torture/injuries.

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ ] i do NOT know how to write endings ;-; but omg anon, i RAN to write this the moment i saw this request! ak!jason todd lives in my head rent free :<

he forgot what normal touch felt like, if it even existed in the desolate gotham city.

and you can’t blame him, the last thing he ever felt were the joker’s ghostly white hands tearing at his skin with any rusty metal he could get his hands on. the burning hot iron engraving a capital J on his cheek.

getting shot on camera in a snuff was somehow the least worst thing that happened to the knight.

naturally, the acidic lake of the lazerous pit only harden his outer shell, rendering him mentally cut off to the concept of affection. hell, he wouldn’t even let the nurses within militia grounds even touch him. grumbling that he can take care it himself with a simple twist of a broken limb or a faulty cauterized wound.

or a visit to your back alley clinic.

after a hellish night of shockwaves and stitches, jason properly met you after you saved his life from a particularly lethal mission. unlike the kind nurses though, you were cold and a little vile. spouting exhausted quips about how ‘braindead’ and ‘reckless’ he was, and how he was a pain in your ass. ah, a vile little bitch. the arkham knight thought.

yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate you. oh no, despite the sharp tongue, your shockingly soft hands revive a need jason thought he abandoned after his death. he found himself looking forward to the checkups, to your palms resting against his scarred chest and broad shoulders. fingers pressing against his more delicate spots, allowing his mind to wander to the nastiest places.

how delicate was the rest of you?

a question that got him gripping the metal table as you did another checkup on him, making sure he didn’t measly tear off any of the wrapping or bandaids.

jason’s breath hitched once your fingers ghosted over his abs, his chest and his thighs. it didn’t help that with every slight move, he grew harder and harder in his pants. you were fucking teasing him, even if it wasn’t intentional. his boner was growing more obvious and it was like you were purposely playing dumb, agitating the knight.

“shit..fuck it.”

he uttered, sitting up despite your failed attempts to keep him down.

“mister todd, what are you?!- HEY!”

a harsh push threw you far back, stumbling onto the dirty sofa chair while jason quickly followed. you could barley process what was going on when the sound of a belt buckle made you freeze.

“sorry doc, got a problem i can’t fix on my own..”

jason muttered as his pants dropped to his ankles along with his boxers, revealing his ‘problem’. you couldn’t think of anything to say, only stare at his ridiculous girth and his swollen tip leaking precum as it ran down to the base.

“mister todd..—“

“please. c’mon doc..”

he was practically begging, a tone that went straight into your soaked cunt. you had to hold back from straight up palming yourself through your pants. a defeated sigh left your lungs as you leaned forward off the couch and onto your knees. a risky kitty lick snapped the rope of control in jason, a heavy metal hand clasping the back of your head, forcing his dick into your jaw.

he was too big, way too big. your poor mouth was practically stuffed with cock as the knight didn’t let you pull back for a moment. “nose, doc..breath through your nose.” jason sighed, slowing pushing further and further until he was nestled into your throat. a static groan leaked through his gritted teeth, a sound that made you flinch with anticipation.

with eyes screwed shut, you couldn’t even look at him as he pulls his length back only to shove it right back into the jugular, slowly picking up his already relentless pace. the sloshing noises of your spit and his cum mixing filled your ears until your patient’s groans practically drowned out.

gobs of the nasty mix spilled off his soaked dick and through your swollen lips, along with tears that blurred your vision and salted the taste of the knight’s girth. it was all humiliating in the best way possible, you were fucking getting off to it. made you wonder how long he was imagining this very scenario.

“get up.” he suddenly commands with a booming tone, pulling you off his cock with a handful of your hair. “w-wha..?”

“you fuckin’ heard me. get up or i’ll fuck that cunt of yours.”

barley a promise, knowing how fickle the knight is. yet you still followed his command, standing up as he pushed you down onto the metal operation table with your front facing the ceiling. jason, dick still hard and bobbing around as he walked to where your head hung off the edge.

“gonna make you extra useful doc, if you’re okay with that..” he asked with a ragged breath. you were too fucked out to give a proper answer other then a pathetic “uh huh…” with your tongue stuck out. you couldn’t even get another sound out before he stuffs your mouth full once again, this time, with a desperation for an orgasm.

gripping the sides of the metal table, jason thrusts his dick in and out of your throat, a small bulge forming yet visible enough for him to admire.

“atta boy, you’re not bad f’ a doctor..shit..!”

he laughed, listening to your whines and gagging as you rub your thighs together for a source of friction. all this time, you were left neglected as jason used your throat as a free fleshlight. with shaking hands, you reached down through the band of your pants and ran your fingers through your needy little pussy.

“mmm..mister todd..”

you muttered, fucking your fingers into your soaked cunt as you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. he was gonna cum.

“mouf..cum in m’mouf..!” you weakly uttered, earning a mocking coo from the knight. “yeah? you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘course doc..” he panted, his pace growing more relentless somehow.

“consider this returning the favor, f’ being so good to me.”

with a couple more thrusts and some jerkin’ off, a white hot liquid spurted in your mouth and down your throat. heavy and salty was all you can taste as he practically bred your throat full.

jason pulled himself out, watching as gobs of his cum and your spit spill out from your lips and all over your fucked out face. he wished he could take a picture of it just to have something to jerk off to when he can’t sleep.

“so..see you next week?”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[bububalofa]

Diferenças entre Gordas e Magras que percebi trabalhando como atendente em Padaria

ꪆৎ 🦢‧���˚♡︎ ｡🩰₊˚ ⊹🪽 ˚⋅. 🎀₊˚ ⊹ 🐇˚₊‧𐙚₊

As Gordas sempre SEMPRE querem ser atendidas primeiro mesmo que tenham chegado depois;

As magrinhas estão sempre com um sorriso no rosto e bem educadas;

As Gordonas pedem sempre o maior salgado ou lanche e pedem sempre para colocar mais recheio e acompanhado de uma coca 600ml;

As meninas fininhas pegam sempre algo menor como pão de queijo ou pão com margarina (algumas até pedem sem miolo) e um café com leite ou suco;

Algo bem estranho que as Mamutes fazem que não entendo é que não conseguem ficar paradas em pé normal, ficam trocando de pé toda hora (acho que é pra balancear o peso e não ficar tudo em um joelho só);

As meninas magrinhas sempre pegam bebida Zero ou Lowcall enquanto as Gordas pegam a normal e dizem que a coca zero é muito diferente;

As Gordas sempre estão respirando muito MUITO alto parecem sempre cansadas e oleosas;

Fininhas sempre bem arrumadas e cheirosas mesmo estando básicas;

As Grandonas nunca retiram seus pedidos no balcão se desmancham na cadeira e tenho sempre que levar até elas, as banhas sempre ficam pra fora da cadeira e as pernas abertas porque não conseguem cruzar.

Bom essas foram algumas coisas que lembrei agora, mas ainda tem um monte de diferenças que acho que vou precisar de mais uns 7 posts.

Vou sempre fazer posts assim pra motivar e poder lembrar que TODAS as pessoas vem suas gorduras e nojeiras, até mesmo os atendentes da Padarias e Mercados que você vai.

NÃO COMA. NÃO COMA.

NÃO COMA. NÃO COMA.

[pearlzier]

Jensen's eyes roll back as he feels Alex's hands gripping at his chest, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. "Fuck yes, touch me," he moans, arching into Alex's touch.

He continues to pound into Alex, his rhythm growing erratic as he nears his peak. "Gonna fill this tight little ass with my cum," he grunts, his grip on Alex's hips tightening.

With one final, powerful thrust, Jensen buries himself deep inside Alex, his cock pulsing as he shoots his load. "Take it all," he commands, his voice raw with pleasure.

* * *

OMG?????? OMG?????? OMG?????

-🪽

HELLOOOOOOO SPICY CHAT (im. assuming....) BE HITTING DIFFERENT HELLO ????

[wonryllis]

Enha reactions when revealing their non idol s/o relationship ? fluff pls 💗

there you go anonie hope you like it!