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[kuradomowaprzykawie]

Historie niejedyne

Klara przewróciła się z boku na bok. Pogańska 7:00 okazała się tego dnia zbyt szatańską godziną, nawet na harcowanie kota, które odbywa się zwykle pomiędzy 3:00 a 8:00, w zależności od tego, kogo rzecz jasna uda się obudzić i czy oby na pewno wszystkich.

miałaś zaczynać od początku, bejbe - mruknęła otwierając w 1/8 lewe oko i przyglądając się z uwagą, jak szarpię się z bluzką, próbując jej po ciemku udowodnić, że mam rację, chociaż nie wiem, w związku z czym i czy rzeczywiście akurat racja jest mi teraz potrzebna

miałam - odpowiedziałam rezygnując z niezwykle pochłaniającego przedsięwzięcia, które zdążyło obudzić pół mieszkania.

coś się z tą bluzką nie możesz dogadać, co? - roześmiała się spoglądając na moją zrezygnowaną minę

postanowiłam spędzić czas w pidżamie - wyszczerzyłam się od ucha do ucha

twoim metaforom nie zrobi różnicy, czy będziesz w połowie czy w całości nieubrana. Zawsze możesz to powiedzieć zupełnie inaczej...- Klara się roześmiała, wizualizując sobie mnie w pidżamie przed komputerem z kubkiem zimnej od tygodnia kawy

wracam do metafor, miłości moja, a ty śpij i śnij sny lekkie jak motyle. Miłość życia ma się tylko jedną i to Ty masz ten status niezmiennie od miliarda lat.

a ja wracam spać - Klara przykryła się kołdrą i zapadła w poranną drzemkę, dla odmiany niepokocią.

Z kubkiem nie tak zimnej jeszcze kawy usiadłam do komputera. Pierwsza poranna modlitwa odhaczona. Panie oby ten dzień był bardziej inspirujący niż wszystkie poprzednie i przyniósł mi spełnienie mych najskrytszych pragnień.

|Za Miłość.

[chappellroansdreamgirl]

abby taking care of her gf's hair 4 her <3333333 .

author's note - just took my fuckin' braids out after almost a month and i am daydreaming about abby anderson. (what's new i know...)

content warnings - just fluff, explicit black reader.

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- on days you're going to get your hair braided, abby sends you off with a lil basket full of your favorite snacks and some essentials that you'll need for the day cause you both know that you're not coming home soon.

- sends u messages throughout the day asking for updates: "Can I see now???" , "babe we're still parting😭" . you don't let her see until you get home and she gets so happy. "you look so pretty, sweet girl." she won't stop telling you that until you fall asleep.

- if you have a sensitive scalp (like me...) , this white girl got that scalp oil STACKED, SHE'S NOT PLAYING. she gave that hair store worker hell, probably was in there for about an hour overanalyzing the ingredients and trying to remember if you were allergic to any of the substances that were in the jar. if you're tapping at your braids, she's so quick to get that shit out, massaging it carefully into your scalp, making sure not to mess anything up that didn't need to be touched. she knows how much effort is put in to having nice hair, and she treats yours with ten times the love she puts into her own.

- definitely learned how to take them out for you so you didn't have to do them all by yourself. by the time they're all out, you both are so tired but she's already getting up to start your shower and laying out your hair products you'll need afterwards. (ABBY BABY I LOVE YOU, MY PRECIOUS GIRL.) if you don't want to do it yourself, she's more than happy to comb out your hair, handling your texture with care as she gets knot after knot out with her skilled fingers.

- scalp massages are a must, she never feels like she's done enough until she's able to bring her hands into your hair and rub the lightest of circles onto your scalp.

- when you're braiding your own hair for maintenance, she'll just sit there and admire you with hearts in her eyes. if you let her, she'll lay in your lap and hand you whatever you need, always happy to be of help.

- abby anderson worships you and the sacredness that comes with your hair. she'll always be honored to be trusted with it, and with you<3 .

[msmimundo]

2D Candace woke everybody's bisexuality, inside the show too Silly comic inspired by this one by pnfc and lil fanart of 2D Stacy by beehunterkisser :3c

[ghostieeez]

So Wrong, So Right ౨ৎ˚₊

✧.* Content: Ghostface x fem!reader, 18+ minors DNI, smut, stalking, obsessive behavior, cheating, knifeplay, blood kink, praise kink, degradation kink, dry humping, teasing, thigh fucking, hair pulling, finger sucking, choking, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie

✧.*‎ Summary: “Sooooo….” he trailed off. You laughed. “Sooo, what?” It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?” (majorly inspired by this post!)

✧.*‎ Word Count: 5.8k | AO3 LINK | Divider Cred

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ - ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀʟʏ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ-ʟᴇᴛ-ᴍᴇ-ʙᴇ-ʜᴏʀɴʏ: ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛᴏ "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ" ᴍᴇ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɢʜꜱ. 💀

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴅᴇᴀ + ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜰᴀᴄᴇ qᴜᴏᴛᴇ = ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ! ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ! ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴛʏᴘᴏꜱ

You had been home alone, lounging on the couch watching a movie, and were bored out of your mind–at least you were, until you got the phone call.

“Hello?” You answered, pressing the phone against your ear.

“Hi,” a man's voice crackled through the speaker. You didn’t recognize who it belonged to. It was deep, a little hoarse (and kind of sexy).

“Who’s this?” You asked. A few seconds passed, yet no response came. You tried again, “Hello? Anyone there? I think you might have the wrong number.”

Finally, he spoke, “No, I don’t think so.” The more you heard of his voice, the more you liked it. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” Your heart skipped a beat. Obviously you knew you shouldn’t give out your name to some random person calling you, but... you couldn’t lie, your interest was piqued. You decided to play along. “How about this, I’ll tell you my name if you tell me who you’re trying to get a hold of.”

“What’s that noise?” He asked, completely ignoring your proposal.

You were confused at first. “What noise? Oh-” then you laughed, realizing what he meant as the sound of horrified screams came from your television. “Just a scary movie I was watching.”

“You like scary movies?” He asked.

“I do!” Anyone who knew you, also knew that you absolutely loved the horror genre. “But I do have to say, this movie has been a dud so far. Pretty boring.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Not enough blood for my tastes,” you replied.

“Ah, so you like them bloody. Noted.”

There was a lull in the conversation, but you had to admit, you were kind of having fun chatting with him and you didn’t want it to stop so soon. “Well, what about you? Do you like scary movies?”

Apparently, he was a fanatic just like you.

The two of you went on and on, spewing adoration for your favorites. He kept asking you questions too, quizzing to see if you were a “true” horror fan.

“That’s supposed to be a hard one?” You’d scoff, then answer his question with ease.

It only felt like you were talking to him for a short amount of time, but a glance at the clock showed it had been over thirty minutes since he called you. You shifted your attention back to the TV for a second and saw that the credits were rolling. You grabbed the remote and turned it off. How did you not even notice that the movie ended already?

Apparently you had gotten pretty distracted, but to be fair, it was hard to focus on anything else when you were talking to him.

“So, you ever gonna tell me your name?” He asked, his voice sounding almost sultry.

What the hell, after talking to him for this long, why not? So you told him. He repeated it, and god, you loved the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly. You imagined what it would sound like if was moaning it while he-

He said your name again, which brought your mind out of the gutter and back to reality. “Hm?”

“You got a real cute voice,” he said. “And I bet you have a pretty face to match.”

“Thanks,” your voice was shy and your cheeks felt like they were on fire now that he was downright flirting with you.

“Sooooo...” he trailed off.

You laughed. “Sooo, what?”

It was silent for a second, then, “You got a boyfriend?”

Your stomach sank after hearing his words.

“Yes,” you answered guiltily honestly. It was true; you did have a boyfriend. How was it he hadn’t crossed your mind once since you had answered the phone? Was this stranger really that enticing to you that your brain completely blanked out on the fact that you were in a committed relationship?

“He must not be a very good boyfriend, then,” he sighed.

“Why’s that?”

“Because he's an idiot for leaving a cutie like you home alone, so needy and desperate for attention,” he said. Needy and desperate? Ouch.

“I am not!” You began to defend yourself, then you registered what else he had said. “...And I never told you I was home alone.”

“Poor thing, all by yourself,” he continued, ignoring you. “If your boyfriend isn’t home, then who’s supposed to protect you from the big, scary men who might want to hurt you?”

His words had you on edge, but you tried so hard to rationalize what he was saying. He must have been pulling some kind of joke on you.

“Ha ha, real funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Obviously, he was trying to mess with you. “Maybe this works on other girls you like to prank, but it won’t work on me. You’re gonna have to be scarier than that.”

“Scarier?” He asked, chuckling. “What could be scarier than being home alone and leaving your door unlocked this late at night?”

In a split second, you got up from the couch and ran over to your front door. You breathed a sigh of relief. “You dick! That almost scared me, but it’s locked. Nice try though.”

“Who said I was talking about the front door?”

A chill ran down your spine. Okay, you were starting to get pretty creeped out. You didn’t want him to know that, though. “The back door is locked too,” you bluffed.

“You sure about that?” His tone was cocky. “You don’t want to check that one too?” You really tried to rationalize it now. You tried. But how the hell did he know that you hadn’t checked it yet? “What’s wrong? Starting to get scared now, sweetheart?”

“As if,” you lied, but you were anxious as you made your way through the house towards the back door. “Besides, why are you doing this? Don’t you have anything better to do with your time?”

“What’s better than watching a cutie like you get all worked up?”

What did he just say? Watching? “I’m done playing your games asshole, I’m hanging up.”

“Don’t-” he started to say, but you were already ending the call.

You turned the corner and froze at the sight–your back door was wide open. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Cautiously, you moved closer. You reached a hand out, heart beating, fingers trembling, and shut the door. You made sure to lock it as you went to dial 911.

You couldn’t help but flinch when your phone started to ring. You pressed decline. Then, it rang a second time, and a third. On the fourth ring, you finally answered.

His voice came through, “We’re done playing when I say we’re done, got it doll? Our night is only just beginning.”

Part of you was in shock. Was this really happening to you?

It couldn’t be real. It had to be a joke or prank or something, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t. Fear and adrenaline pumped through your veins and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry, but no, you had to stay strong–or at least, try to. This was life or death.

“And if I call the cops? Then what?”

He laughed at you. “You really think they’ll get here in time? Who knows what might happen to you by the time they arrive...”

Well, he had a point. This guy was probably inside your house, watching you as he tormented you, and loving every second of it. Honestly, you were surprised you weren’t already dead.

“W-what do you want from me, then?”

“It’s simple, just do as I say and play nice. If you do, I might go easy on you.” Play nice? What did that even mean?

“And if I don’t? Then what?”

“Then I’ll take my knife and spill your fucking guts onto the floor, you dumb bitch,” anger dripped from his voice. “Got it?!”

For some reason, a blush spread across your cheeks. Was... was his aggressiveness actually turning you on? You had liked his voice from the start but you never expected to be getting all hot and bothered from hearing him yell at you and call you names.

“I got it,” you replied.

“Atta girl,” he said and your blush only worsened. “It’s simple, really. I’ll give you 3 chances to find me.”

“We’re playing hide and seek?” You asked.

He chuckled darkly. “Mhm. Think you can win?”

You took a deep breath and thought, hopefully.

You walked through the house with caution, trying to look for the spot you’d be hiding in if you were a crazy murderer on the prowl for blood. You went past the living room and decided to check the coat closet first. Maybe he was hiding behind the rack of jackets you had in there?

You tensed your body and prepared for the worst as you extended your hand, twisted the knob, and yanked the door open.

“Wrong,” he said, sounding elated at the fact. “Two more chances.”

Where next? You shut the door and looked down the hall. Maybe the bathroom? You walked over and poked your head into the door frame. You approached the shower. With a quick motion you pulled the curtains to the side, only to reveal… it was empty. Ugh.

“Awwww, wrong again. Only one more chance. This is getting so exciting!” Just then, you heard a thump from the other room–your bedroom. “Come onnn,” he whined and said your name. “I’m getting bored waiting for you to find me.”

“I know where you are,” you said breathlessly as you crept to your bedroom. Again, you stuck your head in first to observe, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. You went in.

The bed, you thought. He’s got to be under it. It’d be a big enough spot for a big scary man to hide, wouldn’t it?

You walked in front of the bed, hoping and praying that you would find him and win and he would let you escape, but deep down, you doubted he’d let you go so easily. Like he said, the night was just getting started.

Your heart raced like crazy as you dropped to your hands and knees and peered under the bed.

Nothing. He wasn’t there.

Before you could even start to form a plan of action, you felt a pair of strong hands wrap around your waist and yank you up off the ground. He lifted you with ease and threw you onto the bed.

Your back slammed against the mattress and all the wind was knocked from you. You gasped for air and it felt like time was moving way too damn fast. You wondered, are these going to be the last few seconds of my life?

“Looks like I won,” he said, happy as can be, and before you knew it he was climbing onto the bed and forcing his hand over your mouth. Your vision blurred as tears filled your waterline, but still, you could make out his form. He was huge; broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a height that towered over you.

Then, you felt it. A hot, painful sensation prickled across your neck and you realized why. He had pulled his knife out and currently had the blade pressed into your skin.

Whimpers came from your mouth, only to be muffled by the palm of his hand, which was clad in a leather glove. The pain finally helped the tears fall past your waterline and down your cheeks. Now your vision was a lot more clear and you could finally see what your attacker looked like.

You stared up at him through your tearful lashes and were startled to see what stared back–a creepy black and white mask, with some creepy black flowing robes to match. You didn’t even know what you were imagining he’d look like, but it definitely wasn’t that.

Although... you weren’t complaining. You’re not even sure why, but the sight of his mask had even more heat pooling between your legs. Something about it was so attractive to you. It made sense; you did have a thing for some of the masked killers from horror movies you loved so dearly... Well now, it seemed that you were getting to experience the real deal.

His body was between your legs and he pressed his whole weight down against you, effectively holding you in place beneath him. You writhed, trying to break free, not that it was making much of a difference. He added more pressure to the knife that was against your neck and a particularly loud whimper came from you. His hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Ssshhh, sshh baby,” he cooed at you and you nearly swooned. “Aw I know it hurts, but doll, you’re taking it so good. Don’t start acting like such a sore loser now. I won fair and square.”

“Mmphh!” Was about all that could come from your mouth.

He shifted his body to lean closer to you, bringing his mask right in front of your face. As he moved you also felt something rub so deliciously against your throbbing core and your eyes widened in surprise. It was his dick, thick and hard in his pants, that was making such wonderful friction against you.

“And you really gotta stop looking up at me with those pretty little doe eyes,” he said. Surprisingly, his hand uncovered your mouth. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears on your cheek with a tender motion. “God, so damn beautiful. Especially when you cry. It’s getting me so hard.”

To emphasize his statement, his hips rocked forward and rutted into you, slowly. You could feel just how hard he said he was. Now that your mouth was no longer covered, you had the chance to scream or yell or beg for his mercy, but what did you do instead?

“Aah,” you moaned, quiet and breathy, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What did I just hear?” He asked in awe. Shit, of course he heard it. “Did you just fucking moan?! Oh my god, what a filthy fucking girl you are.” God, so embarrassing! You could just die right then. 

He sank his knife deeper into you and at the same time, kept moving his hips against you, still slow and teasingly. Pain and pleasure mixed in a way you never expected.

“I bet you wish that boyfriend of yours was here to protect you,” he sneered.

Your mind was clouded and so hazy with lust, you didn’t even have it in you to lie. “Who said I was even thinking about him right now?”

His breath caught in his throat. “Wow, you’re even filthier than I thought. So you're just gonna let me do this, then?” He jutted forward with more force and you let out a yelp in response. “Dirty slut, of course you like it. And what would he think about that? Hmm?”

“I would never cheat on him,” you said, yet at the same time, wiggled your hips to try to get more friction between the two of you. “Ah, feels good. H-he doesn’t have to know.”

He brought his masked face next to your ear. “Which is it? You won’t cheat, or he doesn’t have to know? Those are two very different things,” he whispered.

He was right... but damn, you felt so conflicted, so guilty, yet so turned on.

He sat upright and set the blade next to his knee on the bed. You blinked up at him, wondering what he was doing, and your eyes widened once you saw his hands reach for his pants. With bated breath you watched him free his erection.

It was long, girthy, and the head glistened with precum as he gave himself a few pumps with his hand. You were mesmerized at the sight, mouth practically watering.

“Ugh,” he groaned. “Look what you do to me.” He tugged at the waist of your pajama pants and slid them off your legs. He used a hand to guide his member to your aching center. All you could do was look down and watch, completely enamored, while he rubbed himself on you through your panties. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

“N-no! You can’t, please.” As much as you wanted it too, you couldn’t. He tapped his tip against your cloth-covered clit and you had to bite your lip to suppress a moan. Damn, you really did want to fuck him.

The tip was replaced with his thumb instead. Gently, he swiped it along your underwear and brushed your clit, sending shivers through your body. He loved how you squirmed at his touch. Your lips fell open and the room was filled with the sound of soft moans while his finger prodded and poked at your hole through the fabric, which was already soaking with your arousal.

“Wow, what a little mess you are. So wet and needy for me, huh? I bet you don’t get this wet for your boyfriend,” he teased and you smiled, shyly. You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved the way he was talking to you. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist him.

“I have an idea,” you suggested and lifted your legs straight up in the air. You made sure to squeeze your thighs together as you spoke, “I mean... it’s not cheating if you just put it between my legs, right?”

“Right,” he was quick to agree and line his dick up with your thighs, in all their plump and juicy glory. He fingers gripped your flesh as he started to slide himself between them. “Fuck, princess, you feel amazing. So smooth and warm.”

The pet name and the praise had heat rushing to both your cheeks and your core. “Yeah? You like it?”

“Mmhmm,” he moaned and finally started to move, using short, shallow thrusts. He let out a choked sound as his head tilted back and his fingers dug even deeper into the sides of your legs. It felt great as he began moving with more speed and each thrust grew stronger. “You like being used like this? Like my little fuck toy?”

Honestly, you did. The feeling of his hips pounding against you, hearing his desperate gasps for air as he used you for his own pleasure, his possessive hold on your body... yeah, you loved it.

He reached over and grabbed his knife off the bed. You flinched when you felt the cold steel press against the back of your thigh and slowly slice into it.

“Agh!” You yelped, eyes closed and wincing at the pain. You felt blood dripping down your leg, courtesy of the fresh cut he had made. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, at his mask, while your lip quivered. Your pussy clenched around nothing and you were reminded just how badly you wanted to feel him inside you.

He tossed the knife back down and brought his hand to the wound. His palm ghosted over it, lightly. His fingers trailed through your blood before he kneaded your flesh and streaked the ruby liquid all across your skin.

His thrusts had become fast and sloppy as one hand continued to knead, and the other wrapped around your legs to keep your thighs squeezed tightly together. You looked away from his mask and instead glanced down at his cock. You licked your lips at the sight of the head emerging from between your legs. It twitched and leaked precum in the most enthralling way.

“I’m close, oh fuck,” he nearly whined. “Yeah–mmm, fuckkk,” he said, his words punctuated with the final few thrusts, and then he was cumming. “Open your legs.”

You did as he said and you watched thick, hot globs of cum spew from the head and dribble down onto your underwear. His hand was on his member, stroking lazily as the last few spurts landed on the fabric right over your clit. You gasped at the sensation.

“O-oh wow,” you said, feeling needier than ever now that your legs were spread and your lower half was on display for him. Thankfully, he took his finger and pressed it right where you wanted it most.

“Such cute panties,” he said. You had already been wet before but now your undergarment was downright drenched by the combination of bodily liquids, and it felt so amazing as he moved his finger in slow motions to smear his cum all over your clit. “But I like them even better after seeing what a mess we made together.”

You nodded, bashfully. “I like them better like this too.”

“Yeah?” He asked, voice smug. “I never expected this. You’re so bad.”

He was right, but still... Despite how bad you were already being, you wanted even more. Sure, his finger felt good touching you, but you wanted–no, needed more than just a finger.

It was like he read your mind because before you knew it, his cock, still hard as ever, replaced the digit and made contact with your clit next. Your legs twitched in response and you cried out, feeling nothing but pure delight.

He kept rubbing, moving the head of his cock in circles around your throbbing bud, then smacking it against you teasingly.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” He asked. He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them to the side, revealing your naked pussy to him. Fuck, your brain was so muddled with desire that you really didn’t even mind him doing it. He continued, “Damn, look at that. So soaked and so fucking pretty.”

You giggled, enjoying his words but at the same time feeling abashed by them, “Stoppp.”

“I mean it, princess. Any guy would be lucky to be inside this pussy,” he said, then touched his dick to your bare clit, causing your whole body to jolt. “Aw, so sensitive. How cute.”

“What are you doing?”

“What? I won’t put it in.” He feigned innocence as he dragged himself through your folds, gathering your juices. “Like you said, it's not cheating. Just wanna feel you against my cock, babydoll.”

God, it was so hard to resist him. It was like he knew exactly what to say to make your kitty go wild. Apprehensively you nodded your head to give him permission to continue, and he was eager to.

Your body felt like it was on fire; red hot ecstasy burned through your veins and you mewled wantonly as his dick caressed your clit in the most divine ways. It was warm and wet and you felt entranced as you watched it slip back and forth against your pussy. He went harder and the increased pressure only added more pleasure for the both of you.

“Ah, just like that,” the sentence bubbled past your lips without you meaning it to. Fuck, you were probably liking this way more than you should be. His cock just felt so hypnotic against you.

This was never how you expected your night to go; trapped under a masked man who had broken into your house, while he teased his cock on your pussy, and your boyfriend was completely out of mind. And the worst part of all? The fact that you were enjoying every damn second of it.

Your words seemed to spur him on. He reached up and lifted the bottom of his mask momentarily and you felt a wet smack against your clit. You realized he had spit on it.

His saliva trickled through your folds and he brought the tip down to your neglected entrance. He pressed it in, just so slightly.

“Fuck,” you wheezed, surprised by the action but not completely mad at it. The stretch of your pussy around him burned in an addicting way, feeling like both heaven and hell at the same time. “No, no, you can’t. We can’t.”

“C’monnn, it’s just the tip. It’s not even a big deal,” he said, as if it really was so nonchalant. With no warning, he moved his hips and pressed himself into you a little deeper before pulling back out.

“Ah!” You cried and tears pricked the edges of your eyes as your body tried to accommodate his size. His dick was huge, after all, even if it was just the tip. He kept going, moving slow and tender and staying true to his words–using only the tip and not pressing any deeper.

Minutes passed, and of course it felt good, but your hips were wriggling like crazy, seeking more friction, and your mouth gaped open as loud whimpers came from it.

“Look at that pretty pussy taking my cock so nicely,” he said and placed his thumb over your clit.

“Yes, yesss,” you moaned when his thumb started moving. You swore you were seeing stars.

With each swirl around your clit, he simultaneously sank his cock deeper and deeper into you until your back was arched off the bed and your pussy was clamped hard around him. You were so blissed out you couldn’t even object.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” His praise added to your pleasure, and finally, his hips met yours as he bottomed out. His thumb left your clit and he combed his fingers through your hair, his touch surprisingly soft. “I can’t believe I’m actually inside you, all the way. You feel amazing.”

“W-we shouldn’t,” you protested weakly. “This is so wrong.”

“Is that why I feel you clenching around me?” He pulled his dick out and shoved it right back into you with a swift thrust. He chuckled at your reaction, “See? You did it again. You can try to deny it all you want but I can feel how turned on you are by this.”

“I’m... not...” you whined, but it was getting hard to lie. He had stopped moving and you were getting impatient. He didn’t care, though, just stayed still with his cock buried in you.

“Admit it,” he teased. “Admit you want me to fuck you.”

Well, you had already made it this far and had already crossed so many boundaries... so fuck it. You might as well enjoy the night to the fullest.

You pouted at him and begged with a sensual voice, “Please, pleaseeee, need you to fuck me, okay? I want it so bad...” You batted your eyes, your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.

He wasted no time. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, which he used to hold you in place as he started to pound into you with no restraint or relent.

“That’s my girl,” he said, reminding you of the fact that you were not his, but you liked hearing it anyway. “So glad you’re finally being honest with yourself. You know I can fuck you better than he ever could, anyway.”

It seemed his words were turning out to be true, because hot damn, he felt amazing. He was going so hard and so fast, everything about it felt perfect and you were absolutely gushing around his thick cock.

So many lewd noises filled the air. You closed your eyes for a second and listened. The loudest was his flesh slapping against yours, which sounded like applause as he rutted into you like an animal. Next, you focused on the squelching sounds of his cock going in and out of your slick hole. It was hot as fuck. Last but not least, were the noises you were making; high-pitched mews and needy cries.

His free hand snaked up your body, making sure to stop and play with your tits and rub your nipples through your shirt. His grip on your hair tightened as he tilted your face towards him.

“Look at me,” his tone was demanding. You opened your eyes and did as he said. “Such an obedient little slut, aren’t you?”

His hand left your chest and he brought it to your lips next. His thumb rubbed along them and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, eager to please. He pressed the digit against the tip of it. You swirled and lapped, getting even more turned on from the taste of his leather gloves. He hummed contently and you closed your lips around his thumb and sucked.

His hips started to stutter, clearly loving the sight, and the two of you moaned in sync. He popped his thumb out of your mouth and also removed his hand from your hair, so he could put both hands around your neck. He squeezed the sides roughly and your eyes rolled back. You felt dizzy, like your head was spinning with lust.

“Yesss, fuck,” you barely wheezed out. You sounded (and felt) totally destroyed as you praised him.

He leaned forward and pressed all his weight onto your throat. His hips snapped back and forth and his cock drilled into you. It was hitting deeper inside you than anyone had ever reached and truthfully, you never wanted it to end.

“I’m close,” he murmured, just as much of a breathless mess as you were.

You were close too. “Oh god, please don’t stop!” To make sure he wouldn’t, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked your ankles together, caught up in the moment.

“What a naughty girl. You want my cum in you that bad, huh?” He spoke between thrusts. His movements were sloppy, his breath was uneven. “I’ll give you what you want then.”

His forceful slams got even rougher and you felt his cock pulsing inside you. Any second now, you thought. Finally, with a loud groan, he was releasing hot strings of semen deep in your cunt.

“Yesss,” you hissed through clenched teeth, so fucked-out and desperate for your release. Luckily, he didn’t pull out after he came. He kept slamming into you. He did stop choking you, though. As you gasped for air, a small part of you was happy to be able to breathe again, but mainly you just really missed the feeling of his strong hands around your neck. You never knew you would enjoy him squeezing the life out of you as he fucked you quite that much.

“C’mon baby, I wanna hear how pretty you sound when you cum. Can you do that for me? Just let go,” then his thumb was back on your clit, rubbing in circles. “That’s it, that’s my girl. Lemme hear you.”

You let out wild moans, not a care in the world, as he pumped his cock and pushed his seed further into you. The speed, the force, the way he was talking you through it, the way his thumb worked magic on your clit... my god, you felt so wonderful. Your whole body convulsed beneath him as the craziest orgasm of your life wracked through you.

“There we go,” he cooed, softly. “Let it all out for me, baby.” Your legs twitched and your walls quivered as you rode the wave of your orgasm.

Eventually, his movements slowed until he was fully still. The two of you said nothing and instead opted to try to catch your breath. You were both winded.

You whined as he started to pull his cock out, it just felt so empty without him.

Your body already craved more of him. You were even tempted to ask for more but then you both heard it–a car had pulled up in the driveway.

“Is that...?”

“My boyfriend,” you gulped. Oh god.

Post-orgasm clarity began to kick in and your mind was running wild. How were you supposed to explain this? You had cheated, and you had enjoyed it more than anything you’d ever done with your boyfriend.

Oh god oh god oh god-

“I better get out of here then,” your thoughts were interrupted and your attention was back on him. The intruder. The masked man who had just given you the best dick of your life. He’d already tucked himself back in his pants and was moving off the bed. “Wouldn’t want to get caught, would we?”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, while his cum leaked out of your pussy and slid down your thighs and onto the bed. Your sheets were a mess, stained with blood and soaking wet from both your orgasm and his. There was no way you weren’t getting caught.

You heard the car door shut, which kicked you into fight or flight mode. You shot up from where you were laying and ripped all the bedding off as fast as possible. You could throw everything in the washer then hop in the shower and hopefully your boyfriend would never find out. Right?

You turned to say a quick goodbye, but when you looked back, your room was empty. The only trace left of him was your bedroom window hanging wide open. He must’ve slipped out of it. You were disappointed you didn’t get to say anything to him before he disappeared, but honestly it was for the better. You didn’t have time to stand around, you had to get moving.

You ran to the laundry room and tossed the crumpled, messy bundle of sheets and blankets into the washing machine and started it. In the other room, you heard your boyfriend fumbling with his keys in the lock. You barely had enough time to grab your phone, run into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you.

“I’m home!” He called out to you. “Babe?”

“In the bathroom! I’m about to shower,” you yelled back.

You opened your phone and went to delete your call history. Your heart started racing like crazy when a text came in from a number that you didn’t have saved in your phone, it was-

It was from him.

Leave your back door unlocked tomorrow night. I’m not done with you just yet.

You read the text over and over. You hated to admit it but a wide smile had formed on your face. He wanted to see you again?

Of course your heart was heavy with guilt, yet at the same time, the excitement you felt far outweighed any negative feelings you had. Plus, you knew your boyfriend was scheduled for a night shift tomorrow night, so... you’d be free.

In fact, you had already made up your mind.

It was definitely wrong, but you knew it would feel oh so right.

[antrea]

[25.01.21] morning skate

ej - reading philadelphia eagles' a. j. brown's gameday sideline recommendation, inner excellence: train your mind for extraordinary performance and the best possible life by jim murphy - photobombs flyers broadcasting director brian smith while he films the pregrame preview video (prev: pt6, whole series)

[billyboyblue]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson || 📸 Mario Sorrenti

[fishyvamp]

18+ NSFW MDNI mind the tags

You whimpered as the S.C.R.E.A.M unit pinned you down. It's gears whirling and whining as it ground into you. It was strange in how it was like it was seeking gratification in a sexual way. Rubbing where it's dick would be against the curve of your ass. You clenched your fist, teeth gritted heavily, the scent of fresh oil you had just applied to it's joints in the air of the workshop. This must've been some sick joke someone was playing on you. Maybe some kind of hazing ritual to welcome the new technician.

"You got a boyfriend?" The bot seemed to tease. It's icy mechanical hand pressing against your throat pulling you flush against it's cold frame. The coveralls you wore doing very little to protect you. You could feel a scream building in your throat as none of this made sense. It had walked in of it's own free will, or at least the equivalent of free will for a android, requesting maintenance and when you had finished diagnosis everything was clear; No anomalies, not even signs of code tampering, yet when the bot was turned back on it began behaving unnaturally. All you knew for sure is If you made it out of this alive you will be looking through its code piece by piece to find out who tampered with your unit. Surely there would be a digital signature in there. Something to indicate who last touched the code.

"Stop!" You screamed out feeling it's other hand beginning to palm the front of your pants, "initiate command slash S!" The kill phrase coming out desperate the bolder it got practically crushing you against the table; it's hips picking up speed. Before stuttering to a stop, grip loosening just enough for you to slide out; breathing heavily you clutched your chest looking up at the machine that had you caged just moment ago. The fact that it didn't halt right away felt a bit unnerving but the nightmare was over. Clawing at the rough sandpaper like carpet you moved into the light of your dimly lit office. It felt like an eternity as you begged yourself to calm down long enough to plug in the diagnostic computer.

Your eyes shut tightly, you count backwards from ten, listening to the clicks and beeps as it dug whatever info it could, name after name appearing on the screen before you. The unit behaved too purposely to be a true malfunction. Your eyes darting across the screen, the only name catching your eye was that of Danny Johnson. You had to think on why that name sounded familiar despite no one currently working in your shop with that name. Who was Danny? Maybe it was a placeholder name?

It wouldn't be till later that you'd realize Danny was the name of the technician who was killed by a S.C.R.E.A.M unit a year earlier, that in of itself would explain the name, thinking maybe someone in your shop got ahold of his old login information to prank you... It wasn't unusual for the company to not care about removing the permissions of the dead. At least that was until discovering that Danny was the only deceased employee to have their profile completely removed from the system. Even his past work history and general employee file was completely null, as if he never existed. Not even old logs were accessible.

You know he was real the older employees talked about how sweet he was, how he could charm the pants off just about anyone. Well loved and respected, but he didn't exist according to the system. So how the hell did someone use Danny Johnson's information to modify code? Danny doesn't have authorization. Danny shouldn't be able to modify code. Danny technically doesn't exist. So why does it say "Danny wants you"?

[anininas]

Stupid doodles that were speficially catered towards myself 💛

[autism-swagger]

I really feel like at least one person on base legitimately thought May and Coulson were Daisy's biological parents.

[miyagi-hokarate]

Footage of Ralph Macchio and William Zabka rehearsing the Beach Fight Scene from The Karate Kid feature Beyond the Form, narrated by Pat E. Johnson

[jennastarkhasaheart]

a major problem that im having is that there is no quake spinoff. like, daisys story is insane in agents of shield, they did so much with her and everyone elses character. but she deserves to get a really character focused show of her own like agent carter and jessica jones were for those characters.

give me the daisy johnson story dammit.

[kennedycore]

President Kennedy feeding a buck during his visit to Lassen Volcanic National Park in California, 27 September 1963.

Interesting story about a hunting trip that JFK and LBJ took together right after the 1960 election, which revealed JFK's thoughts on hunting in general:

"On Thursday, Nov. 17, 1960, before dawn, at the L.B.J. Ranch near Johnson City, Texas, Vice President-elect Lyndon Johnson had his houseguest, President-elect John F. Kennedy, woken up to go deer hunting. It was nine days after the two men had won the national election. Neither a natural early riser nor a hunter, J.F.K. pulled on a checkered sport coat, white button-down oxford shirt and penny loafers; his hair remained unkempt. Someone present thought the president-elect looked “like a football fan.” Another felt that in the rural Texas setting, Kennedy looked as if he were “on Mars.” Drawing largely on his interviews with Jacqueline Kennedy, who told him what her husband had told her after the deer hunt, Manchester wrote that the president-elect, despite his belief that “all killing was senseless,” had “looked into the face of the life he was about to take,” then “fired and quickly turned back to the car.” Manchester wrote: “Yet he couldn’t rid himself of the recollection. The memory of the creature’s death had been haunting, and afterward he had relived” it with his wife, “to heal the inner scar.” In 1988, I asked George Smathers (a close friend of JFK) what Kennedy had related to him about his experience deer hunting with L.B.J. Smathers replied, “Kennedy told me, ‘That will never be a sport until they give the deer a gun.’ ”

- Michael Beschloss, "Kennedy, LBJ and a Disputed Deer Hunt"

[smallmarvel]

guys PLEASE where are the Aaron Taylor Johnson x readers where he’s breaking free from Nosferatu/meemaw HELP!!!

[ehghtyseven]

devastating news about adam johnson [x] [x]

[ap article about the incident]

[taylor’s article about the incident - contains some graphic description]

[taylor’s article about adam ahead of his penguins debut in 2019]

[maslosstuff]

The recurring characters of Macchio Falls! There are more to come in the future

Information about each character is below

Bash Johnson (Junior)- The high school quarter back and stereotypical school bully. He keeps those lesser than him under his thumb; even bullying teachers to give him an A+. There’s nobody he hates more than the ninja, he vows vengeance from the ninja for stealing his spotlight

Morgan Kranski (Junior)- The Deputy Mayor’s vain and spoiled daughter. She can destroy a girl’s spirit with just her words alone. Morgan wants nothing but to dethrone Heidi as head cheerleader, often teaming up with Bash to achieve her goals. She doesn’t have a problem with Howard

Bucky Hensletter (Freshman)- A clarinet playing dork who often meets the misfortune of being Bash number 1 target. Bucky loves to create symphonies with his talent but he often backs out of publishing his work.

Julian Fowler (Sophomore)- Older cousin of Theresa (by a month) Julian always looks for the positive of a bad situation, he may be not that bright but he makes up for it by rocking out

Theresa Fowler (Junior)- An outgoing and trendy stylist, she loves to try new things whether it be on her body or an extreme sport. Whenever Randy is feeling down or needs a new haircut she’s your girl! She doesn’t attend Macchio high

Pradeep Channa (Sophomore)- Former student at Flackville High, Pradeep is gifted in the field of science and astronomy. He’s often paired with Howard on class projects (This always makes Randy jealous)

Chen kang- Snappy and straightforward. Chen always gets to the point, wasting no time for arguments as even if she’s wrong she’s right. As an photographer, Chen is determined to picture everyone at Macchio High, being obsessed with getting a picture of the Ninja. As every year the Ninja is listed in the “Not Pictured” section of the yearbook. Her parents own the best beauty shop in town (the only one) “You’ve Got Nails Salon

"Stevens" Stephen Richards (Junior)- An outgoing, talkative chill guy. Stevens is always looking for a good time to party and flirt with girls. He isn't without his generosity always helping the little guy, he's deeply ashamed of his academic achievements as he pretends to be stupid. His prestigious parents are unaware of his tomcat endeavors

Susan Thermopolis (Sophomore)- Sarcastic and stern. As student council president she takes her job seriously and those in her inner circle describe her as bossy. She is assertive and outspoken, often sharing her opinions freely. She used to play the flute as a freshman

Raquel Antfee (Freshman)- Sweet and bubbly, yet slightly airheaded. Raquel loves cute things and doesn’t take no for an answer. Whenever someone is in need (whether they like it or not) she on the case. Despite her kindness she has a competitive edge and feels lonely.

David López (Senior)- A man a few words but overall a chill guy despite his peers. He doesn’t take pleasure in bullying others and would help the unfortunate. He’s also a massive musical theatre fan, he shares this interest with Juggo.

“Juggo” Jeremiah Marceau (Freshman)- A silent exchange student from France whos passionate about silent films and the art of mimicry. He loves to tell jokes but no one can understand his silent humor.

[gwendolynnderolo]

me every time the critical role ladies do anything: