#f*** you tonite

[ichorkurt]

ficrecs masterlist ii.

welcome to my second ficrecs masterlist! find my main blog @ichorai. find my own fics here.

below the cut includes jujutsu kaisen, lord of the rings, saltburn, the halcyon, marvel, game of thrones, house of the dragon, prisoners, world on fire, dc, doctor who, scott pilgrim, succession, harry potter, the boys, interview with the vampire, and gangsta fics!

jujutsu kaisen.

jujutsu kaisen men in the world of work by @drak3n

ೃ⁀➷ naoya zenin.

only a fool for you by @mochimoshis

ೃ⁀➷ satoru gojo.

luxury & lingerie by @celestie0

ೃ⁀➷ suguru geto.

the guy i lost my virginity to is stalking me by @gorehsk

lord of the rings.

ೃ⁀➷ legolas.

watcher of wanderers by @entishramblings

saltburn.

ೃ⁀➷ michael gavey.

the golden ratio by @ewanmitchellcrumbs

midpoint by @asumofwords

mine all mine by @humanpurposes

the poetry of logical ideas by @sylasthegrim

stick it out to the end by @aemondsbabe

the halcyon.

ೃ⁀➷ billy taylor.

one more tomorrow by @tomhiddleston

marvel.

ೃ⁀➷ kurt wagner.

bamf babies by @bamfkeeper

for love, we sin the most by @larcenywrites

kurt's instincts are still flaring... you know just how to help by @/bamfkeeper

parents by @/bamfkeeper

untitled by @dinogoofymutated

untitled by @dreaming-tonite

untitled by @kayesfanfics

untitled by @sanguineterrain

ೃ⁀➷ logan howlett.

logan's reaction when you wear one of his shirts by @periprose

ೃ⁀➷ peter parker.

untitled by @forever-rogue

game of thrones / house of the dragon.

pregnancy headcanons by @princessbellecerise

ೃ⁀➷ gwayne hightower.

& now i'm covered in you by @swordgrace

ೃ⁀➷ jacaerys velaryon.

hunger games au by @maidragoste

lotus bloom by @hxtd

ೃ⁀➷ jaime lannister.

the best fit by @casterladyrock

war has changed by @villaingaze

prisoners.

ೃ⁀➷ david loki.

blood bond by @davidlcki

sfw alphabet by @charliehoennam

tall, dark, and handsome by @rebelliousstories

world on fire.

ೃ⁀➷ tom bennett.

best intentions by @/ewanmitchellcrumbs

rocking the boat by @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

dc.

ೃ⁀➷ adrian chase.

five times vigilante definitely does not have feelings (and one time he does) by @tropes-and-tales

helluva drug by @lysenfeu

hot venom by @jangofctts

never been kissed by @training4theapocalypse

thirsty by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ bruce wayne.

clingy mornings by @kurogxrix

ೃ⁀➷ dick grayson.

sunset anew by @/sanguineterrain

doctor who.

ೃ⁀➷ eleventh doctor.

cold feet by @undiscovered-horizon

dangerous habits by @social-mockingbird

a day in by @cloginthedrain

my john by @watchoutforthefanfics

safest place in the universe by @holly-the-trash-writer

set things right by @pastanest

ticking love bomb by @/watchoutforthefanfics

scott pilgrim.

ೃ⁀➷ kim pine.

right next door by @writersbarrierblock

ೃ⁀➷ wallace wells.

untitled by @twiixr4kidz

untitled by @/twiixr4kidz

succession.

their marriage proposal by @romeulusroy

ೃ⁀➷ lukas matsson.

normal people by @the-west-meadow

ೃ⁀➷ roman roy.

baby by @richeeduvie

being roman roy's personal assistant (and his obsession) would include... by @senselessviolets

gossamer by @/romeulusroy

i'm annoying by @bowieandqueen11

movie by @eeveebitches

right where you left me by @aurorag98

smile like you mean it by @cvrnelians

this hope is trecherous by @aprilthearcher

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

untitled by @/richeeduvie

wedding prep by @/richeeduvie

harry potter.

ೃ⁀➷ cormac mclaggen.

finders keepers by @/training4theapocalypse

ೃ⁀➷ fred weasley.

anything by @ibbythebee

beloved, besotted, betrothed by @emeritusemeritus

the boys.

ೃ⁀➷ black noir.

i want to f**k you like an animal by @dollerinna

interview with the vampire.

dating headcanons by @tomriddleslovergirl

untitled by @steph-speaks

ೃ⁀➷ lestat de lioncourt.

gold, and gold again by @theawfuledges

gangsta.

initiation by @imperatorkhaleesi

ೃ⁀➷ nicolas brown.

untitled by @dollwrites

[bluerthanvelvet444]

‧₊˚♫ ⋅* ‧₊✮𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥✮‧₊˚ ⋅*♫ ˚₊⋅

Tate Langdon x fem!reader

tags: smut with a plot and some fluff.

warnings: obsessive behavior, kind of a switch!Tate, oral (f receiving), dry humping, p in v.

summary: Tate encounters a Tumblr girl. (Inspirated a lot by the song I linked under.)

character count: 12k.

full fic under the cut ↓

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2014.

Tate had never really cared about looking ‘stylish’ or ‘fitting in’ when he was alive. He had his own style, which wasn’t trendy nor one of a kind just…his. He didn’t need anyone else’s approval to believe he was cool, mostly because the girls that were attracted to him were just as fucked up as him and the popular ones tended to ignore him.

Ironical how that changed in his afterlife, once he saw you. After dying, Tate’s time was spent either with the other trapped souls or by himself. Hardly ever people moved in the Murder House, and whether they did, they were a low-budget couple in their 40s. So Tate’s knowledge of the modern outside world was poor and lacking, especially when it came to his ‘peers’. That’s why when you first moved in the house, Tate was stunned, if not flabbergasted even.

You were struggling with carrying your heavy luggage, muttering curses as the wind blew your colorful hair in your eyes. The first word that came in Tate’s mind as he watched you from the front window was “cool.”

He spent the first days of your sojourn watching you from afar, admiring the way you acted. Tate found out the way you styled your outfits in the fashionable way, how you talked to your friends in slangs and how you spent your evenings taking pictures on your polaroid and on a glowing little box, that for some strange reason you called phone, to post (that’s the term you used) on a little blue icon marked with a white t. He didn’t know what was considered popular now, but he was sure you belonged in that category, judging by the way you looked and the way your pictures had high numbers under them whenever you uploaded them. He needed wanted to approach you, and the perfect opportunity showed up when he saw you type on your glowing box:

“PARTY in the MURDER HOUSE tonite!! >_< :33!!”

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The house had never been so full of alive people having fun. The doors were open, colorful lights were shining and high volume music was blasting. Tate tried blending in, although the more he looked around the more he felt…lame. The drunk teens around him were all different from each other, and none of them matched his vibe. And he even wore his favorite sweater!

Still, he had nothing to lose, so he took a deep breath and searched for you in the crowd. Tate made his way past people as they pushed him to the left and to the right. It felt weird to be seen, to be touched. He found you circled by people asking questions about the house. Was it haunted? Were there ghosts? All of which you answered with a simple “No.”.

“Of course there aren’t any ghosts, I’m keeping them away from you.” Tate thought. Since he was too nervous to actually take a few steps and start a conversation with you, he figured he’d get some punch, just to loosen up a bit. He walked towards the punch bowl, and as soon as he reached to grab a cup, his hand met yours. You both grabbed the same solo cup.

“Sorry! You can have it.” You giggled as you let him take the cup. Tate blinked a few times, eyes locked to your bright smile, before grabbing the cup and filling it up. “Be cool, Tate. Don’t mess it up.” He thought.

“Uh. So…this is your party, right?” He gulped, eyes darting around the house as if he didn’t know every single inch of it by heart.

“Yes! Thought it would’ve been fun to host a party in a so-called Murder House. Plus, this house is giant, it gets lonely after some time…You live near here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you.” You smiled.

“Oh…yeah. My name’s Tate. I live nearby.” Tate’s eyes trailed upon your figure, he had never been able to see you from so close. You simply nodded, sipping from your cup. He cleared his throat.

“You know…I used to live in this house.” He added nonchalantly, trying so hard to sound interesting.

“Really?! No way!” Your giggles rang in his ears.

“Mhm. You probably noticed some of my things still laying around in my bedroom. No one has stepped in since I last did.” He nodded.

“Oh, do you wanna see? Maybe there’s something you left that you want back.” You replied, slightly raising your voice so that it could be heard over the music.

“I uh-There’s no need t-” He was interrupted by you grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs anyways. You opened the door of the bedroom and kicked out a couple that was making out on your bed.

“Ugh!! I should’ve locked the door!” You exclaimed, closing the door behind you two. Tate looked around, some of your things were laying around, but it was mostly all his.

“Dude you left everything here!” You giggled. Tate forced out a chuckle, everything was of course still there, since he ‘lived’ there normally and never moved.

“Yeah, uh…Guess I left in a hurry.” He muttered awkwardly and grabbed some of his Nirvana CDs.

“There they were…!” He pretended as if he didn’t just play them everyday before you came.

“CDs? Didn’t you use an IPod or something?” You gave him a confused look.

“Oh uh…no, I prefer CDs.” He nodded, as if he knew what an IPod was.

“You don’t use your phone?” You asked, raising up your glowing box.

“No, I…don’t have one.” He gulped.

“Damn, how do you handle that? I could never live without Tumblr or Instagram.” You chuckled.

“...Yea, um…just not my thing, y’know?” He cleared his throat, trying his best to change the subject.

“Oh, yea. I’ve met some people like that. I envy y’all, y’know? Tumblr’s literally addicting to me. Can’t help it though, love when people comment nice stuff and see you as inspiring, y’know?” You chuckled, sitting down on his your bed.

“Uh…can’t really relate. I’ve always been pretty invisible.” He shrugged.

“Oh…you don’t seem so bad. I like the whole grungy vibe.” You grinned, pointing to his outfit.

“Oh- uh…thank you.” He hoped it was a good thing to be ‘grungy’...or whatever you said.

“Yea, looks good on you. Doesn’t really fit me tho.” You giggled.

“You’d look gorgeous in anything.” Was what Tate wanted to say, but he didn’t wanna push his luck too far, so he just forced a shy chuckle.

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You spent something like 30 minutes just laughing and getting to know each other while laying on the bed. During this whole time, he couldn’t help but think about how breathtaking you were: your smile, your eyes, your body, your personality, your whole being. You were perfect. Perfect for him. He found himself to be completely mesmerized by you, he needed you to be his, he needed you to make him feel loved, alive. He wondered how you did it, how ever since the first second you spent next to him, his heart started beating for the first time since he died. His body felt warm, his skin didn’t feel so cold anymore, he started breathing again. He was addicted to this feeling, so he did the only reasonable thing he would’ve done if he was actually alive, he gently grabbed your cheek and pressed his lips against yours. Everything felt just better after he kissed you, as if after that whole hell he had been through he finally reached paradise. He felt even more surprised when you kissed back, your lips moving in sync with his. He moved to lay on top of you, balancing his weight so he didn’t crush you, his lips never leaving yours as his fingertips danced across your body. His tongue slipped in your mouth, swirling around yours in a passionate dance. He let out some deep throaty groans, he felt his desire grow as it coursed through his veins. He needed to feel you, so he deepened his kisses. When you moved your lips down on his jaw and then his neck, he almost lost it. He felt embarrassed for moaning so much and basically becoming a mess under your touch, but he relaxed as soon as he felt your lips curling up in a smile against his skin. He moved on to devour your neck, grinning as he felt you moan now. His hands gripped every inch of your body.

“You’re so…beautiful…” He mumbled against your skin, grabbing your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. He looked up at you while tugging at your shirt, silently asking for consent to peel it off of you.

“You can take off whatever you want...” You winked, giving him a cute smile. He immediately peeled off both his and your clothes, groaning at the sight of your body. His lips worked hungrily on your collarbone, leaving marks that will most likely turn into hickeys the next day, then placed kisses on the valley between your breasts, a tiny whine leaving him when his fingers failed at desperately trying to undo the clasp of your bra.

You giggled and helped him, throwing your bra somewhere on the floor. He immediately took one of your nipples in his mouth, suckling gently while looking up at you with those brown puppy eyes of his. You smiled and twirled a strand of his blonde locks between your fingers, soft moans escaping your lips. He kept switching between sucking your left then right nipple, his hand groping the one he wasn’t attacking with his mouth. He felt himself getting harder as he felt the warmth radiating from your body, so while his mouth worked wonders, he desperately brushed his growing bulge from under his boxers on your leg. He let out some needy whines, and he couldn’t help but mutter sweet words against your skin as he lowered down to trail kisses on your tummy.

“So perfect f’me…” His words came out muffled as he trailed his kisses down, pressing his lips against your inner thigh and then on the fabric of your panties. You moaned when his fingers hooked under the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down, as his lips immediately worked on your clit.

“Ah…just like that Tate…don’t stop…” You moaned when he started to suckle gently, soft whines leaving his mouth as well. As he got more needy himself, his mouth lowered on your entrance, his tongue gently brushing against your wet folds, finally entering you after teasing you a slight bit. What you felt was pure bliss, unholy sounds leaving your lips every time his tongue sped up. When you looked down, you found Tate looking up at you with those brown doe eyes from between your legs, as he worked his magic. The sight only drove you to the edge, your moans getting louder as you came on his face. He groaned and cleaned you up with his tongue, making sure not to miss any single droplet of your cum.

“So good…you taste so fucking good…” He moaned into your ear, pressing wet kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“Wanna be inside of you…please? please let me…” He whined while rubbing his hard dick against your flesh. You nodded and just like that he didn't waste any more time, he abruptly pulled his boxer down, groaning as the cold air hit his shaft, and lined up with your entrance. While you were still coming down from your high after the intense orgasm, Tate pushed his dick inside of you slowly, moaning uncontrollably once he felt your tight walls clenching around him. You were relieved that this encounter happened when you threw a party, or every single soul nearby would’ve heard the throaty groans and moans leaving his lips.

“Mh…tight…so tight…so pretty-can I move please? I’ll be- ah…I’ll be careful-please-” He whined against your neck, as his blonde strands caressed your face gently. You agreed, and just like that he was thrusting in and out of you, first slowly, then at a steady pace. The room was filled with filthy moans, yours and his, and the repetitive sound of skin against skin, as your sweaty bodies were sliding one against each other. He felt like he was going insane as his mind couldn't help but focus on you and you only. Every moment was more pleasurable and he felt like he was closer and closer, so he muttered in your ear, still thrusting into you.

“Close…so close…don’t think i’m gonna last-ah…longer…please please please…want you to cum too…” He babbled as his brain turned into mush.

“Ah-! Mhm…m’close too…” You breathed out, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten even more.

“Please-mh…cum on my dick? yeah? wanna feel you..please…” He whimpered, he felt like he couldn’t contain his upcoming orgasm. You couldn’t even respond as the repetitive brushing of his tip against your G-spot drove you to the edge. Letting out a loud moan, you came for the second time while he was still inside of you. That caused Tate’s eyes to roll back, his groans only filling the room as the feeling of your cum dripping on his length and your walls squeezing it, was too much to bear. He quickly pulled out and came all over your stomach, then he collapsed next to you.

He spent the next moments cuddling up against you, thinking about everything. His hands were playing with your hair, and when he looked down he found your eyes closed and your breath steady. He smiled at the sight, wanting every night of his afterlife to end like this and determined to make that happen. He kept placing sweet kisses on the top of your head, while he wondered how he was gonna explain to you that he died before Tumblr even existed.

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taglist: @cxndiedvi0lets @angeldollw @doll3tt33 @marchsfreakshow @fear-is-truth @dykejugheadjones @happy74827 @evpeters87 @dont-look-behind @brightanshiny

a/n: rahhhh tate's such a loser needy boy. BTW spent sm time on this fic, I'm pretty proud of how it turned out!! hope you like it! this is for my tumblr girlies🩷

all rights reserved!!

[outoftheseine]

- JOEL MILLER FIC RECS PART 2 -

forever in love with this grumpy old man <3 | note: please be aware of the authors’ warnings before reading. fics include canon tw’s like: violence, death, grief. most of these fics are age-gap relationship and some have 18+ content so minors please DNI.

part 1 | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

love in the middle of a fireflight | part 2 | part 3 • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @babydin

your bear | part 2 • joel miller x daughter!reader

↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (very angsty, hurt/comfort)

a helping hand • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @teacupcollector

a lover's pinch • prof!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @hier--soir (smut, au, angst, secret relationship)

i will be home for christmas • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @punkshort (no outbreak, fluff, smut, angst but happy ending, hurt/comfort)

lavender • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @justagalwhowrites

seeing you, seeing me • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @amywritesthings (slow burn, smut)

fate, after all • joel miller x f!oc!reader

↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff, smut, no-outbreak)

ambush | part 2 • joel miller x reader

↳ by @huntergarrity (angst, violence, hurt/comfort)

seams • joel miller x reader

↳ by @fuckyeahdindjarin (self-conscious!joel, shy!reader, fluff, slow burn, explicit)

soft!joel collection • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @cavillscurls (smut, fluff, angst, soft and domestic!joel)

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

daisy, give me an answer • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @dilf-din (fluff)

take this moment • joel miller x reader

↳ by @mylostloversbookmarks (post-outbreak, fluff)

ground me • joel miller x reader

↳ by @huntergarrity (fluff, comfort)

clouded judgement/clear mind • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @bluebeary-jay (violence, angst, hurt/comfort)

keep your eyes on me • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @mgparker (angst, violence, protective!joel)

daydreams • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @morning-star-joy (grumpy x sunshine, fluff)

i hope you are happy • joel miller x reader

↳ by @blissfulbarbie (very angsty, no outbreak)

grays • joel miller x reader

↳ by @softlyspector (domestic fluff, insecure!joel)

sweet creature • dad!joel miller x reader

↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (so fluffy)

lacy • joel miller x reader

↳ by @toxic-seduction (angst but happy ending)

bloodshed, crimson clover • joel miller x fem!doctor!reader

↳ by @morning-star-joy (slow burn, angst, violence)

arms tonite • joel miller x reader

↳ by @motherjoel (angst, reader gets hurt, happy ending)

skater • joel miller x platonic!gn!reader

↳ by @rrickgrrimes8 (angst, hurt/comfort, father figure!joel, tw: drowning)

be my daddy • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @bastardmandennis (no outbreak, smut, fluff, slightly angsty)

how the cookie crumbles • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @egcdeath (no outbreak, fake dating, slow burn, slight angst, fluff, idiots in love)

day after tomorrow • joel miller x reader

↳ by @familyvideostevie (no outbreak, fluff)

it’s your turn for choosing • joel miller x reader

↳ by @familyvideostevie (modern au, fluff)

i’m a feminist obviously • joel miller x reader

↳ by @toxic-seduction (protective!joel, violence)

softness • post outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @joelsgreys (fluff, joel is a dad, tw: premature birth)

as long as i have you • jackson era!joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @beskarandblasters (very fluffy, slight angst)

sweetheart • post-outbreak!joel millet x fem!reader

↳ by @joels-shitty-puns (fluff, light angst)

are you mine? • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @eupheme (protective and soft!joel, fluff, light angst)

a forever thing • husband!joel miller x pregnant!wife!reader

↳ by @honeyedmiller (fluff)

the revenant wife • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @pettyprocrastination

butterfly • joel miller x black!latina!reader

↳ by @stargirlfics (angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn)

unlikely friends • joel miller x reader

↳ by @sweetercalypso (fluff)

mischief nights • joel miller x fem!reader

↳ by @jupiter-soups (fluff, slight angst)

all my casualties of love • joel miller x reader/oc

↳ by @agentmarcuspike (smut, grief)

a matter of timing • joel miller x baker!fem!reader

↳ by @lavenderursa (angst, smut, comfort, neighbours to lovers)

[umadosedepascal]

W I N N E R | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | PART VIII

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You couldn’t attend SAG awards but Pedro meets you late in the night to celebrate.

wc: 2.9k

rating/warnings: [a little drunk] [one spit][take a shower together][ride on thigh][Pedro begging in Spanish][little fluffy][Smut][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f]

a/n: This was kind of a request. Enjoy whoever asked us for it! And sorry if there’s any mistakes on our English.Pedro was freaking HOT that night MY GOSH!Consider commenting and reblogging if you like it!

Its been a busy beginning of the year, Pedro has a lot of work going on and you as well.

You can barely see each other but when there's an opportunity to meet you just jump on it by him invinting you or just to be there at the same event.

When he won the People's Choice Award you just had to call him congratulating for the winning, and while you were talking he told you he was going to fly back to LA for SAG awards and really wanted to see you before come back to Canada.

That news made your day, and you had a good feeling that he was going for good.

Unfortunatelly you couldnt attend the award not even the after party for other reasons but you kept texting insanely each other during the event.

Pedro P: Hey honey, I'm already here. drinking some Casamigos with awesome people, wish you were here...

You: It's ok babe, have fun tonite! I bet you going to win and we can celebrate later..

Pedro P: Not sure, my dear. Kieran is taking them all 🥲 can't wait to see you later tonite.

You are laying on your couch with pajamas watching the award and his category comes up with an surprisingly announcement. Pedro wins, you start screaming on your apartment like your team scored on final championship.

DAMN, you are so proud of him and turn up the volume just to hear his speech loud and clear. Well, wasn't one of the best ones but you swirl your glass of wine bitting your bottom lip while he is saying he is a bit drunk and tear up with him as he mention how important this is for himself.

You realize is time to get ready to meet him, you let the TV on while going to take a shower and hear he's back live with Tan on backstage interview. It looked like more shenanigans than possible. The moment you hear him saying he would make out with Kieran and this is his revenge you automatically raise your phone for a sassiest nude pic and send him..

You: So, you want to make out with me or him? 🤣

You know he is buzzed and feeling the moment and know his not going to reply so soon but still piss and laughing at the same time.

After a couple hours you get a message

Pedro P: Mine or yours?

You: Inside me

Pedro P: This is what I wanted to. I will be there in 20.

You: Come to me Don Juan

Pedro P: haha 🤣

It's 1:30 am and you debating with your sleep just to keep yourself awake and see that Chilean Don Juan appear in front of your door. To keep it up you still drinking and looking at the app because he always share his location with you. Not to bother, you just wait with patience and see its moving faster. Means that he is coming towards your place. Your heart starts to accelerate and definitely you cannot wait to see him holding that heavy award on his hands..

You live in a quiet neighbour in West Hollywood, nothing happens like the crazyness on the other side. You sit in front of your door wearing a comfy robe when his car approaches the street.

"MAMA I WON!" He screams while getting off the car

You are like "SSSSH Pedro! It's 2 in the morning..😂"

Pedro holds you leading you back to your house and closing the door behind him.

"I'm so proud of you, even you saying those things on live TV, you were so funny, light and emotional. Can you believe I cried when you got on that stage saying anything but everything?"

"Yeah I, I, I was drunk babe..haha"

He leaves his award carefully by the door on the floor and when he comes back up to you his hands are already on your thighs sliding up giving you shivers and taking off your robe for good. Pedro holds the back of your neck while licking on it tracing a pat to your right ear saying "I win twice tonite huh..”

He grabs your hand and make you feel his hardon throught his pants, you let out a soft moan and rub your hands harshly on him, your mouths meet each other in a sloppy wet kiss. You can feel the taste of tequila and his tongue is tender and he is gentle on you.

You keep on your toes and whisper in his ear "are you sure this is all for me? Isn't it for Kieran or the other thousand people you wee flirting P?"

Pedro looks at you, those brown eyes getting darker, he raises an eyebrow and moves away from you, your heart beating faster when you see that man going to the middle of your living room.

Pedro stops and looks at you,

"Do you really think my cock is hard like that because of anyone other than you and this tight pussy?"

Each word Pedro was saying, he was opening a button on his shirt, so slowly that you felt your legs soften with every inch of skin that was emerging in front of you.

"Eyes on my dear, tell me, do you know how hard I got when I saw that pic you’ve sent me? How did I have to disguise it by holding my award?"

The last button is undone and Pedro takes his clothes off quickly now just on his undies. He sits in the sofa, legs open, he pops out a cigarette, you face him petrified, the way Pedro takes your living room, how this room seems ten times smaller and warmer with him there.

Pedro lights up the cigarette and drags it slowly, his head falling on the back of the sofa.

"Come here mama" he pats his left thigh twice. The view of him with the cigarette hanging on his lips, shirtless, the slightly reddish skin, the curls on his forehead, and those eyes that look like a burning brown sea drives you crazy.

You sigh, approach and ride on his left thigh.

You take the cigarette out of his mouth, take a drag and land on the ashtray.

While making sudden movements on his thigh you hold his jaw squeezing his cheeks and say "so, it means we have a winner here..." putting two fingers in his mouth, he sucks them and say softly.. "go down, I want to see how wet you are for me" you obey with a peck on his lips.

Sliding down your left hand through his hot chest giving a quick pass through the bulge over his boxers. the feeling is very hot and pleasurable..moving the fabric away from your panties you dip one finger only and move back into his mouth.

He opens his mouth slowly giving permission for you to pass on his lips and that was enough for him to hold the edges of your panties and strip down making you get up quickly and get rid of it.

Sitting back again on his thigh and making more abrupt movements and wetting him completely, a feeling of drowning, a smell of sex and expensive perfume with the taste of tequila coming from that mouth.

Pedro guides your hand to his cock and asks with some difficulty to caress him the way he likes it.

You drag your nails through the contour of his cock, the wet fabric of pre cum shows how Pedro is looking forward to you. You stroke his thighs, going up and down slowly, feeling how his skin chills, how his stomach contracts when your fingers get close to his cock.

You take back the cigarette and drag looking at him, your head falling to the side, watching how he seems lost and anxious.

“You look so beautiful kneeling to me," Pedro says taking the cigarette off your fingers.

Biting your lip you hold the sides of his undies, Pedro raises his hips helping you, the fabric going down his legs, you throw it to the floor.

Pedro holds his throbbing cock with his right hand, uncut, thick and veiny with a swolen red head looking like a huge strawberry, he makes movements up and down.

"Déjame sentir esa boca mama. Please" he says with half close eyes and husky voice.

You approach and hold his cock over his hand, squeezing and feeling how he pulsates. You lick the wet tip of pre cum, looking into his eyes you slowly suck only the tip, Pedro takes his hand off the cock and holds the armchair stroking it, cursing softly while you lick and teases him with your tongue.

"You're so hot, I've been wishing to suck you all night" before Pedro can answer you put his cock in your mouth, feeling the tip hit your throat, you feel him pulsating on your tongue, the bittersweet taste of the pre cum invading your throat. Pedro runs his hand in your hair, moving in circles encouraging you to swallow more, you choke but don't take him out of your mouth.

"Shit! I love it when you do that. Don't stop!"

You look into his eyes, Pedro wiping the tear that accumulates in the corner of your eyes. You take him out of your mouth just to jack him off while sucking his balls, Pedro throws his head back and moans loudly, no caring if anyone will hear him.

"Gosh! You're going to kill me"

You go up with your tongue licking his length, until you reach the tip you swallow it again feeling Pedro grabbing your hair tightly, guiding how he wants to fuck your mouth.

"Por favor…”

You feel that Pedro is about to cum in your mouth, with a pop you let it go and ask looking up at him "will there be a second round, babe?"

With his eyes closed and his mouth half open he nods a yes and you grab him again passing his tongue with more intensity on the frenum. He lets out a dense moan slightly squeezing the sides of your temple and arches his hip releasing jets of hot cum in your mouth. Pedro's moans get louder as you swallow his hot juice by sliding your nails on his thighs making him having goosebumps.

You get up and sit again on him facing front, caressing his graysh beard and kissing his neck and corner of mouth. He mouths a lazy smile biting his lower lip and says "I want more, I don't want it to end like this today without me satisfying you..."

Pedro looks at you from the corner of his eye, pointing to your bedroom.

“..taste you Ma’am..."

Lifting you up on his lap, you interlace your legs on his hip and he goes towards your bed throwing you into it and opening your legs with his knees.

He starts kissing your knees looking up at you, going down to your thighs alternating between each one licking and giving light nibbles, sometimes some bites that will leave you marks making you complain with pleasure "stop, Pedro"

"Stop?"

"No, no, keep going.." giggling.

This time Pedro went straight to the pot licking the sides of your folders, holding your hips pulling you to him so you can reach his curly hair, already messy and sweaty.

He fucks you with his tongue, grunting while smearing himself from you, you feel your pussy pinching with his beard constantly scrubbing against your skin. he alternates between licking, and sucking on your clit leaving on the edge.

"Cum to me babe, you're so delicious... I missed you"

You feel your pussy contract, squeezing, your stomach on fire, a hot numbness taking over your body. Pedro moans against your pussy while sucking on it, begging you to cum for him.

"Cum in my mouth cum in my whole face, babe"

Pedro spits onto your pussy, a long line of saliva while his eyes do not detach from yours. He fucks you with his tongue, his pretty aquiline nose poking your sensitive clit.

"Pedro! Sn't it!" You shout his name, cumming on his tongue, his hands squeezing you, snakeing your body, leaving scratches.

"Every day more delicious" Pedro crawls on top of you, finding your lips he kisses you, you feel his hard cock again against your thigh.

Pedro moves away kneeling on the edge of the bed, you don't even have time to assimilate before you feel him pull you by the ankles, causing your legs to curl around his waist.

Pedro holds his cock hard cock with his right hand and rubs the tip against your swollen clit, you moan when he slide the tip in your pussy.

"So fucking tight..ah”

He takes off and stimulate you again, and so he does one, two, three times teasing you.

"Please papi, fuck me…"

Pedro growls looking at you, he holds his cock by the base and push into you. You two moaning together, that little pain mixed with pleasure taking over your body, Pedro seems like a sex God, a fallen angel looking at your pussy while

fucking you deep, his lips half-open, the side vein of his neck pulsating, drops of sweat accumulating on his forehead...

Pedro grabs your waist, sitting on the bed and rolling you on top of him. He holds your ass making you rub on it, the feeling of his cock so deep in your pussy.

You lean on him, sinking your mouth into his sweaty neck while he already without forces slaps you in the cheeks holding firmly making you move up and down. with a low grun he lifts you slightly and fucks you even harder. the sound of skin to skin and his moans mix while he pumps you in order to reach his climax but you give in first leaving his cock wetter and slippery, making it escape more than once from inside you but he quickly guides his hard cock again inside until he grabs you tight on your waist and cums hot inside you saying cursed things. You quickly shut him up kissing him roughly.

The kiss turns sloppy, and decreases as your lungs fight for air.

Pedro kisses your jaw, his tongue passing through your neck, leaving a bite on your right shoulder. He lies on the bed, still with his dick inside you, he smiles as if he were high. You watch him, his eyes closed, the satisfied smile on his lips, the curls of his hair now completely wet with sweat.

You bend over and kiss his collarbone, raising your tongue to his neck, feeling the salty of his skin. Unique.

"Are you trying a third round?" He says opening only one eye and looking at you. You laugh coming out of him, immediately missing the feeling of his cock inside you.

"Come, take a shower with me"

The bath is relaxing, the warm water falling on you, Pedro kisses you while you pass the soap through his body, it is sensual and calm.

You tell him to turn around, passing the soap behind his back, leaving a kiss on the back of his newly operated shoulder, he laughs and turns to you, kissing your lips calmly, taking advantage of every inch of your mouth. It's so relaxing that you feel your muscles give way every time he hugs you next to his body.

While you talk and get dry, Pedro tells you about how he doesn't remember anything of the speech, that he was so nervous and happy that he just said what came to his mind, and blames himself for not having thanked more people.

"You made a beautiful speech, Pedro, I’m serious"

He smiles and holds your hand.

"Can I ask for something? Can you wear my shirt? From the minute Julie gave it to me, I imagined how beautiful you would look wearing it. Hah”

You smile at his request, nodding your head giving a quick kiss on his lips, you send him to bed and run to the living room. You just see chaos, clothes thrown on the floor, ashtray, glass of drink and TV on. You find the shirt on the couch, you put it on not wearing anything underneath, leaving the same amount of buttons open that he left during that night.

The moment you head to the room, he brought the trophy to the bedside table and catches your attention, you take it, looking at his name engraved, smiling, happy for him.

"Papi I’m a winner!" You mimic him when he told you in the early evening, raising the heavy trophy.

You walk slowly to the side of the bed, leaving the trophy on the bedside table. Pedro climbs his right hand down the back of your thigh, gently squeezing your ass, looking at you while his left hand plays with one of the buttons on the shirt.

"Jesus, you look so sexy! Much better than I imagined. Come here" Pedro whispers looking at you.

You know exactly what that look means. The night will really have no end.

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roommate!ellie x f!reader [cont.]

WARNINGS: smut, 18+ ONLY, switch!reader, switch!ellie, reader is an anxious and shy ass bitch, strap on usage, ellie has a potty mouth [LMAOOO], degradation, praise, pet names [mostly baby and princess again], oral [e receiving], fingering [e receiving], a bit of dumbification and dacryphilia if u squint

word count: 1.7k, rating: MATURE

a/n: thanks for 300+ likes on the 1st part!! i hope u guys enjoy, im working on my writing so pls lmk if anything is confusing/weird, lmk 😭 enjoy! + this is not proofread sorry

she flashed a small smile before saying, "i'm okay, baby. get some rest." before you could protest, she got up and planted a kiss on your forehead. "let's get you to bed, princess."

the next day was awkward as hell. you don't know why, but you felt like you shouldn't talk to ellie at all that next day. maybe it was your fear of her getting randomly disgusted. maybe scared she'll bring it up and use it against you. she wasn't like that.. but your fear still made you ignore any unnecessary contact.

halfway through the day, your phone buzzes in your pocket. you check, and you see it's ellie. you nervously open it;

ellie: u okay? why rnt u talking to me?

you sigh, not wanting to scare her away. you quickly type:

you: im sorry, busy day :((

ellie: busy? maybe i can help you again, princess

that name again. maybe she still wanted this, you think. you exhale deeply before texting back:

you: movie night tonite?? ill be home by 6 :o

ellie: those lil emojis r too cute.. also hell yea!

you smile before hearting the message and putting your phone away. you're just overthinking again. everything is good.

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you finally finish your last class of the day, quickly packing your stuff and prepare to walk to your dorm. suddenly, your phone buzzes. it's ellie again.

ellie: outside! :))

confused, you walked outside to see ellie in her car, waiting for you. you happily walked [practically ran] to the passenger side.

"els!" you say, putting your bags down while looking at her with a big smile on your face. "you didn't have to."

"i wanted to." she said, just as happy as you. "don't want my princess walking home when i can pick you up."

she chuckles when she sees your face heat up, starting to pull off. "so," she begins, "what movie you wanna watch tonight?"

you think, long and hard, before answering, "a horror movie!"

she nods in approval before asking, "any movie in particular?" you shake your head and she says, "good, because i have a movie already; hereditary."

you slightly cringe. "sounds scary." no response from her, just a smirk. you take this as a moment to study her look her hair is down, meeting her shoulders, her lips slightly chapped, but still looking as soft as a pillow, her eyes attentive on the road ahead of her, her arms slightly muscular and defined in the sunset. as you take in all of her features, she glances over and smugly mutters, "like what you see?"

you snap yourself out of your trance, sitting up in your seat. "sorry," you mumble, making her laugh again. "don't be sorry," she replies, "when you're in those cute little skirts, i do the same."

your face flushes again, but before you could answer, you realize you're at the dorms and ellie's shutting the drivers door. jumping out the car and walking up to ellie, you utter, "thank you, els," and begin walking with her.

getting into the dorm, you quickly walk to your room. "ill order pizza," ellie yells, "be ready in an hour!" you were gonna yell out, "for what?", until you remember your movie night. "okay!" you yell, gathering clothes to freshen up.

in the shower, all you can think about is how tonight could play out. could you just watch the movie and never talk about what happened last night? would it happen again? would she completely reject you? it was too much to think about, too much to worry about. you wore your usual lounge outfit- shorts and an oversized shirt- and let your hair airdry.

walking out of the bathroom, you see the living room set up for your movie night [or date at this point]. "fancy set up," you utter, coming around to sit by ellie. "well, i wanted to make tonight special." for what? you want to ask, but you ultimately decide to not question it.

the movie starts, you're both eating pizza and actually paying attention. you can swear you feel ellie's eyes falling onto your bare thighs, but you ignore it. let her make a move, you tell yourself. don't wanna embarrass yourself.

as the movie goes on, you slowly lay onto her and get closer, feeling her wrap her arms around your waist. if you're honest, you can't even pay attention to the movie anymore; your body craves more of her touch, just how she did it last night. you whimper, getting flashbacks of her fingering you into oblivion.

"you alright, princess?" ellie asks, concerned tone, "movie's too scary?" you gulp, glancing up at her before shaking your head slightly and laying back down on her shoulder.

everything's becoming overstimulating; the rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her fingertips under your shirt and on your waist, rubbing up and down- you need something. crossing your legs and rubbing them together, you create friction to stop the throbbing in your core. you can feel ellie move her hand from your waist onto your thigh, making your breath hitch. you let out a quiet mewl as she moves her hand to your inner thigh, spreading your legs. she slowly moves her hand closer and closer to your cunt. "ellie," you silently whimper, breathing heavily under her touch. you hear her groan and whisper, "fuck this movie."

you turn your head to face her. she crashes her lips onto yours, passionately kissing you while cupping your core with her hand. your hips buck up, attempting to get any sort of pleasure. she smirks in the kiss, pulling back to say, "be patient, baby, i promise i'll make you feel good." you slowly move your hand over her crotch, palming at her soaked heat. "m'not letting you neglect yourself again," you say, locking eyes with her. "let me help you."

you kneel in front of her, small smile on your face. she hesitates before sitting back and helping you remove her shorts. the way you gaze at the glistening wet spot on her boxers makes her look away in shame. "it's okay," you reassure, making her bright red face look back at you as you slowly peel them off her body. her pussy is glistening with slick, puffy red lips hiding her swollen clit. you only do one touch and she's slightly squirming, gripping onto the couch for support. light touches on her dripping slit turn into your pointer finger stimulating her bud as you tease another into her sopping wet hole. she throws an arm across her face, attempting to muffle her whines. "am i doing good?" you ask, looking up with doe eyes. all she can do is nod before you fully extend your finger in her cunt. "god- so good, b-baby," she breathes, trying to keep her composure. without warning, you pump the finger in and out, filling the room with obscene sounds. kitten licks are applied to her swollen bud, making her moan your name with her head tilted back.

"m'gonna- fuck- cum all over your face, p-princess," she practically sobs, bringing a hand down to push you further into her pussy. you speed up, letting her take control of your head, as her heat squeezes around your finger and soaks the bottom half of your face.

both of you are catching your breath, completely fucked out. removing your finger, you pop it into your mouth, watching ellie's eyes lock onto your mouth. "you... you dirty slut," she mutters, getting up from the couch. you worriedly watch as she walks to her room, rummaging in a drawer. you start to freak out, thinking you did something wrong. you hear something.. buckling. you think she's leaving until she walks out something on:

a strap.

"get on the sofa," she demands, looking down at you with hungry eyes. you get up, and sit on the sofa, waiting for the next command. "so obedient for some cock, huh?" she teases, leaning down and slightly pulling at your waistband, signaling for you to take them off. you comply and she pulls your legs up, making you lay on your back with your legs thrown over her shoulders. she runs her hand over your heat, collecting slick and applies it to the strap. "you ready?" she asks, genuinely this time. you slightly nod, nervous about how she's gonna fuck you with this thing.

"such a pretty little cunt," she coos, slowly inserting the entire strap into you. the painful sensation causes you to let out a loud sob, making her shush you lightly and whisper, "i know, i got you, angel." once you adjust and she wipes your tears, she moves out slowly. "you okay?" she asks, keeping her eyes on your face as she moves. you nod, whimpering when the tip hits your cervix slightly. "i'm gonna go a little faster, okay?" she speeds up, just enough to make your mind go blank as you keep your eyes on her.

her calloused hands hold onto your hips, keeping you in place. she can feel herself getting wetter by the second just from seeing how fucked out you look, eyes rolling into the back of your head. "mm, going dumb on me, slut?" she utters, a stupid smirk on her face. you're unable to make sentences as you moan her name. all you can do is whimper and babble about how good it feels. "so pathetic," she'd breathe, "can't even speak properly from my cock." she speeds up, adding a thumb on your clit, making you go crazy. "m' so close," you cry out, eyes tearing up from how good it feels. she looks down, breathing heavy, before she says:

"go ahead, princess, cum on my cock like the slut you are."

your walls convulse around the strap, legs shaking while ellie continues to pump into you and talk you through your orgasm.

"go ahead, baby, just like that." she caresses your face and plants small, soft kisses as you come down from your high. "i got you."

after you completely recover from your orgasm, she slowly removes her cock from your cunt and goes to get things to clean you up. when she comes back, the strap is off and she has towels and some water. "you okay, angel? did i go too hard?" you shake your head and utter, "no, no, it- you were perfect." her face flushes as she helps you clean up.

as you guys cuddle, you have the urge to ask her the daunting question; what are we? you guys just started this, but you don't wanna just be a fuckbuddy.. but is now the time to ask?

[to be continued >:^) hope u guys enjoyed this long ass smut JESUS!]

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pls do switch!kitten x switch!reader fic with cunnilingus + body worship !!

thank u so much for ur request and patience !! i decided to have more emphasis on the reader's body getting worshiped teehee (also peep both me & jd doing shit like this tonite lol)

you've got a woman

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: 1.8k tags: self-image issues, sad reader, established relationship, body worship, 69 (cunnilingus, anilingus), hand-job, vaginal fingering

(ao3)

“You ready, love?”

Kitten’s voice from behind you caused a tentative smile to grow upon your face, and make a noise that could be understood as either affirmation or otherwise.

Biting your lip, you looked at your state of readiness. Still in your pajamas with unbrushed locks, you sigh gently. She enters the bathroom where you’re currently debating, and huffs.

“Darling, you haven’t done a thing!” Her eyes squint at your appearance, not in disdain, but concern. “Did you still want to go dancing tonight?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t… seem to feel like myself today, love.”

Kitten sits you down on the toilet seat, and kneels in front of you, worry muddying her features, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you shrug again. She holds your hand gently, tracing soothing motions into it with her thumb, and a tear falls.

“Honey, you can tell me anything,” she wipes the tear away with her other hand, “Come to bed with me.”

Leaning up together, Kitten guides you slowly to your shared bedroom. The two of you sit on your green duvet, and the tears don’t stop.

“I don’t feel like I deserve to be with someone like you.”

“Don’t say such things,” she looks to you rather sternly, “You deserve me just as much as I deserve you. Can’t you see that?”

“I worry whenever…” You pause, knowing how silly you sound, “Whenever we go out, you’ll find someone prettier or smarter or just plain better than I am.”

“You’re a fool, (Y/N),” Kitten's blue gaze bores holes into you, and it’s hard for you to meet it. "There's no one out there better for me than you."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am," she places her hand on your thigh, and squeezes, "You're perfect in every single way. The way you always pick me up from work with a kiss and a bag of chips, the way you give me massages when the clients are just too demanding… the way you take care of me."

Leaning on her shoulder, you whisper, “Too good to me…”

Kitten kisses your forehead, her liberally applied perfume permeating your senses, “You deserve goodness. It isn't only the things you do for me, you know. That isn't all you are.”

With her hand still holding onto your thigh, and your lips so close to her neck, you couldn’t help but leave a delicate kiss. Humming in contentment, she cranes her neck so you can kiss her more.

“I adore how your eyes sparkle when you see a puppy on the street, and how your voice goes all cutesy when you talk to them. I especially love the days we skip on plans and just… love each other.”

Leaving little nips and bites in your wake, you couldn’t help but feel like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders by doing so. You feel her hand move up your thigh, almost petting it. 

“Let me take care of you, hm?” Kitten whispers, “Want to show you just how much you deserve… just how pretty you are.”

Hesitantly, you separate from her neck to nod. As much as you loved taking care of her, if she wanted to take care of you, who are you to argue? Your eyes were still wet with tears, and she knew just how much love you really needed.

Her soft smile eases your worries about her possibly pitying you, and she closes the gap between you two with her lips. It was slow and sweet, and you could practically taste every emotion she was experiencing– love, sadness, gratefulness… desire.

You stop to take a breath, and her eyes are gazing at your lips still, “I love you, Kitten baby.”

“I love you more than anything, sweet (Y/N). Lay down for me, hm?"

Obeying her gentle order, Kitten crawls on top of you, reaching to unbutton your pajama top. You swallow nervously, and she kisses your cheek, “Don’t fret, love. I’ll take care of you.”

Kitten opens your shirt, and kisses at your uncovered chest. Her touch was so gentle and soft, you felt as if you were going to cry again. She licked your nipples gently, lapping them until they were hard for her.

Her ministrations were met with little noises erupting from your throat without your realizing. Kissing down your body until she’s right above your elastic waistband, Kitten looks up at you with adoring eyes. You nod softly, letting her continue.

“Pretty, pretty,” she whispers, mostly to herself, as she pulls down both your sweatpants and panties. "Can't believe you're all mine."

You whine a bit as the cool air touches your bare self, fighting the urge to cover your most sensitive parts. Yet, Kitten’s fingers are always so warm, that they bring you some comfort. She brushes her hand over you, the other reaching to hold your breast. You feel Kitten’s touch everywhere, like an anchor to keep you in the moment. She whispers sweet nothings to your navel as she kisses down to your clit.

Her lips wrap around it, kissing and sucking with ease. As soon as you buck up, she smiles, not wanting to stop you from chasing whatever pleasure you desire. Her fingers tease at your entrance, circling. You felt content in just that until she began to knead your breast.

“Oh, Kitten…” Her finger slips in, curling as she enters. Your head rolls back onto the duvet, feeling every sensation she gives you. “Baby, hold on, one second.”

She immediately rescinds her finger, looking at you, worried, “What’s wrong, love?”

You shake your head, smiling, “Let me make you feel good too, okay? Makes me feel even better. Come on up here.”

Kitten’s concerned look turns to one of excitement as you pat your chest, alluding to what you meant exactly. She rises from her position, kissing your body all along the way. You watch as she begins to undress rather quickly, eager to answer your desires. Her dress falls away into a pile below her, and she steps from the swirls of fabric towards you.

Her lack of underwear has you raise an eyebrow, which goes unnoticed with her preoccupation with climbing on top of you. Kitten giggles as her warmth touches your cold skin as she positions herself reverse to you, hovering over your arousal.

You gaze lovingly at her own above you, biting your lip, “You ready, Kitten?”

“More than ever, baby. Let me taste you, pretty please?”

She wastes no time before diving in, and neither do you. You lick a stripe up her hole, and Kitten shudders against you. She laps at you and sneaks a hand to rub at your clit. Moaning against her, you continue to lick one of your favorite parts of her.

In any other situation, you would have taken your time opening her up and listening to her whines, but with the way she was sucking at your folds, you couldn't help but have your tongue enter her.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" Kitten's breath was heavy, but you didn't stop your actions. Instead, you smiled and sped up. God, you love making her feel the deepest of pleasures.

Kitten groans, beginning to ride your face as she goes to suck your clit. Her fingers move down to finger you yet again, and you pulse around her. You didn't realize how empty you felt until she filled you back up.

You whimper against her hole, the two of you unrelenting in your pleasuring of each other. The vibrations of her moaning had you shaking, you couldn't help but grind against her mouth as well.

Her length twitched, and it deserved your utmost attention. You reach a hand around to grab at her balls, and Kitten stutters against you.

"Fuck, fuck! You're so– ah!"

Tongue continuing to circle and dip into her fluttering hole, you start to pump, desperate for her to release all over your abdomen. Your undulating bodies, never once separating from each other, were hot and sticky. Neither of you would have it any other way.

Kitten scratches down your thighs as you grip her length, and she sucks your clit particularly harshly, and your eyes roll back.

"Don't stop, Kitten… fuck, I'm close."

She smirks, only moving away for a minute to speak sweet nothings, "Never gonna stop, pretty (Y/N)... you taste so good. Perfect for me, aren't you?"

You buck up into her lapping and sucking, feeling your release approaching, egged on by her words. Her hardness twitched, and the tip was leaking onto your fingers. Separating from her hole momentarily, you bite at her cheek, eliciting a muffled shriek from Kitten.

Her moans continue, and so do yours. She moved between thrusting into your hand and grinding on your face effortlessly, full of need. You loved the way she felt on top of you, shuddering and wanting, but still set on getting you off.

With Kitten’s fingers beginning to circle your entrance again, the feeling of relief washes over you like a tidal wave, almost quite literally. Your release wettens her face, but you’re too busy watching her cock release its own all over your stomach. The two of you orgasmed simultaneously, something you never even thought was possible, let alone with you squirting.

The pair of you stay in this moment for a little while, catching your collective breath and basking in the pleasure still coursing through your bodies.

“Darling, you’ve gotten me all wet, haven’t you?” Kitten murmurs against your thigh, kissing it gently. You feel the wetness she referred to now, and embarrassment floods you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I–”

Kitten bites your thigh suddenly, and you choke on your words, “I loved it, more than anything. You’re a treasure to behold, (Y/N). Now, what do we say?”

Your head thumps against the duvet again, face warm with your continued arousal and shame. “Thank you, Kitten. Thank you so much.”

“Not what I meant, but still appreciated, love,” she climbs off to lay down beside you, her fucked out gaze catching your attention. “Say that you deserve all the love I just gave you, otherwise I’ve half a mind to slap you on the behind, hm?”

You glow at her words, not disliking the implications, “I deserve the love you just gave me, Kitten, though I might have to take you up on that offer…”

She playfully slaps your arm, smiling, “Dirty girl.”

Kitten leans down to kiss you softly, tracing circles on your chest whilst doing so.

“Really, though, thank you. I hope you don’t mind staying in tonight.”

“I would never mind spending the evening in each other’s arms, especially when you’re not doing well, (Y/N) love.”

The two of you entangle with each other, a mess of limbs, giggling, and kisses. Maybe you could go dancing another night.

[corn-fanfiction]

ARMS TONITE (mark hoffman x reader)

18+ ONLY

CW: dubcon but the most dubious it can possibly be, torture, violence, mark hoffman being his own tw, p in v sex, oral (m + f receiving)



You are fucked. Royally.

You've made some questionable choices in you life. Never did you think doing the right thing would be one of them.

But there you are, hand wrapped firmly around a tape all too familiar looking, and Detective Mark Hoffman standing in the doorway of his office, frozen, staring you down.

You're caught in fight, flight, or freeze. Not that you stand much of a chance with the first two. Especially not when he enters the office, closes the door, locks the door, shuts the blinds, and sighs.

"You just couldn't help yourself, could you?"

He steps to you and you shuffle back. "Touch me and I scream."

He chuckles darkly. "For who? It's the middle of the night. No one's here."

You squint at him. "How did you know I was here?"

"I went by your house. You see, I figured you were on to something. I just didn't realize you were this close."

Another step. You grab the letter opener from his desk and point it at him.

"Woah, easy." He raises his hands even though you both know you can't possibly beat him with just this.

You bounce on the balls of your feet before bolting towards the door. Of course, he gets you by the waist and slams you against his desk. You scream out.

"That's right, let it all out."

And you do. He twists your left hand so you involuntarily drop the letter opener. Then he unwraps your fingers to drop the tape. Amidst your yelling he grabs you by your hair and hoists you up against his chest.

"Here's what we're going to do. We're gonna go out to my car and go for a drive. If we happen to see anyone on the way, you're gonna act like it's a normal fucking evening. Anything more and I will kill them. Got it?" You're too scared to respond. He jerks his hold on your hair, pulling against your scalp. "Answer me."

"Y-yes!"

"Good.”

He walks you out of his office and out of the station. In the parking lot, on the way to his car, you pass an officer coming in late. Mark puts a hand on your lower back as a warning.

“Evening, Michaels!”

“Hey Hoffman. What are you two doing here so late?”

“Ah, fixing some paperwork. You?”

“Would you believe me if I said the same thing?”

The two men laugh and you make it to the car without incident. Hoffman opens the passenger door for you and leans in close before you get in.

“Good job. Keep it up and you might just survive.”

But you won’t. You know there’s no chance of you getting out of this.

He starts to drive. You leave the metro of the city and drive through back neighborhoods lined with trees.

“Are you gonna kill me?” You murmur with your head to the cool glass of the window next to you.

“Don’t ask me that.”

“What else am I supposed to do?”

“Sit there.”

So you do. You pick at your nails. Tug the hem of your skirt.

“How long have you known?”

Oh, so you can talk as long as he starts the conversation.

“Um… fifteen minutes?”

“Fine, how long have you suspected?”

“A week.”

“And you just now decided to act on it?”

“Well…I had to decide if I was more afraid of you finding out or you getting away with it.”

“And now we come to the third option.”

What’s the third option, you beg yourself to ask. But you know.

You close your eyes. Deniability. Maybe, if you tell him you don’t know where you are, he’ll let you live. A shot in the dark is still a shot.

“Open your eyes.”

You think, if you disobey, he’ll drop it. Instead, he takes your wrist into a bruising grip.

“Open your eyes or I will pull over right here and shoot you in the fucking head.”

You force your eyes open and watch the trees blur past you.

“If you’re gonna kill me, just get it over with.”

“Jesus. Almost sounds like you wanna die.”

You know to choose your words carefully. One slip of the tongue and you’d end up in a trap anyway for not appreciating life.

“I just wanna die with some dignity if I have to.”

“You’re not really in a position to bargain, are you?”

No. You suppose you’re not.

Darkened streets. Busted lamp posts. You pull up to a warehouse and Mark parks the car. You suddenly feel a grip of cold on the back of your neck and lead in your stomach. They always talk about secondary locations in your criminology classes. With each step you take you are closer to death.

Not that he gives you much of a choice. He senses your trepidation and practically pulls you from the car.

"Don't go dumb on me now, sweetheart."

He says the petname like he's spitting out poison.

"Forgive me for trying to-"

The sting of the slap comes before you realize it even happens. You stumble but his hold on you keeps you from falling. You hold your cheek and glare at him.

"What the fuck?"

He sneers. "Oh now you grow a backbone?"

All you can do is stare at him. Only slightly disheveled from the outburst and fuming. You think back to when you first met him. You were hired onto the force as an intern for your degree. You were bumbling with caseloads. Bumped into him by the water cooler.

"Woah, easy there, sweetheart," he had said. You had looked up into his warm eyes and stared at his full lips like a lovestruck teenager. You were sure he'd noticed. If not then, then each incident afterwards. He had to have known.

Where is that man now?

He pulls you into the warehouse. It's everything movies prepared you for. But as he pulls you even further inside, you begin to notice certain things. Like...bloodstains. Like implements. Hooks. And that's when you realize. He hasn't just brought you to a secondary location. He's brought you to-

"No," you mutter upon realizing and pull against him. "No no no no no."

"Yes," he grumbles. "Finally, you get some sense."

He pulls you to a chair and pushes you to sit. You're in front of a table littered with sketches, loose screws, tools- all the things you don't want to see in front of you. Especially not with Mark walking behind it pensively. You wait as long as you can but his sudden lack of eye contact and him pushing through papers is sending you over the edge.

"Mark-"

"Shut up."

"Mark, what are you doing?"

"Thinking."

Okay, let him think. You look around your room and gather your bearings. Potential escapes. Things close enough to grab.

"You're thinking too."

"Of course I am."

Finally he comes around the table and stands behind you. Hairs stand on end.

"Are you thinking about," hands and thick fingers clamp onto your shoulders. "How you're gonna get out of this? Hm?"

You shudder. You want him off of you.

But also-

No!

"I don't know how I would."

Yes. Play helpless.

"Come on. You can do better than that."

His face grows closer to your head.

"What is it you want, Hoffman?"

You don't expect that much vitriol to come out of you. A hand moves across your back and he faces you again.

"I think," he braces his hands on the arms of the chair. "I want you to beg."

You stare at him dumbfounded. "What?"

"I want you. To beg. For it."

"Beg for what?"

"Your life. Come on, get it together."

He taps your cheek. Your mind starts to go fuzzy as his intentions come clearer into focus.

"I'm not stupid and neither are you. I've seen the way you've looked at me from the first day you started at the precinct. Always the first to step in and help out. Early mornings, late nights. Don’t act like you’ve never thought about it. I have."

You can't stop the words before they escape your mouth. "You have?"

Mark chuckles. He knows he's won.

"That's what I thought. Now, I think you know what comes next."

He straightens and removes his suit jacket.

"Say it."

You swallow and look up at him.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please don't kill me."

He circles back to the table and grabs a knife.

"That's not very convincing."

The knife inspires you.

"Please don't kill me, Mark. Mark-"

"Saying my name so I connect to you. Smart. Unfortunately for you, I can read you like a book. And I know you hate me."

When you fail to respond, he pulls you from the chair and holds you still.

"Try it again."

The knife tip caresses the back of your neck and you shiver.

"Mark, please-"

You gasp when you feel a sharp tug at your skin and you realize he's nicked you. But then, almost as soon as it happens, you feel a flat, hot tongue on the wound. And oh- you moan.

"That's what I thought. You get it now, don't you?"

"Even if I... Did. What's to stop you from just killing me afterwards?"

He faces you. "Wouldn't that just be wasteful?"

He seizes your lips in an angry, passionate kiss with tongue and teeth and you're too surprised to fight.

When he pulls away he pulls his suspenders off.

"Beg."

Your lips are puffed, the smell of his cologne and sweat still lingering on you. What does it take to survive?

"Mark, please don't kill me."

"Again."

He's unbuttoning his shirt.

"Please...Mark..."

He removes his button up to leave him in only a white t-shirt. But you notice there's a blood stain on the hem.

"Eyes up here."

You follow his orders. He grabs you by the chin.

"You fond of this shirt?"

You are, in fact, fond of this shirt. But you can't force the words out. Taking your silence as an answer, Mark takes the knife and cuts your shirt clean in half.

"You're awfully silent."

"Please."

He forces the shirt down your arms and tosses it onto the floor.

"I'm going to tell you how this is gonna work. I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, then I'm gonna fuck your tight cunt, and then we'll see about letting you live, hm?"

Fuck. You don't have much of a choice, do you?

You hesitate a hair too long. He forces you to your knees and you gasp against the pain. He begins undoing his belt.

"You know, I'd always imagined our first time would be so enthusiastic. But I suppose this works, too."

He pulls himself out of his pants, spits on his palm and tugs on his length.

"Whaddya say, sweetheart? We got a deal?"

Like you have any say at all.

You nod. A deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.

"Excellent. Now, let's put that mouth to work."

Okay. You take a breath. You've seen porn, read smut. You understand the basics of the task at hand.

You go in to start but hesitate. Is there really any good way to go about this?

"Aw shit. Don't tell me you've never given head before?"

For whatever reason you find yourself blushing.

"No."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Well, prefect time to learn. Let me help you."

You slowly open your mouth. He grabs his dick and slides it against you tongue. He throws his head back and groans.

"Oh fuck. Okay, close your mouth. Don't even think about using teeth."

You follow his instructions. You think back to what you've seen in incognito tab on your phone. You hollow our your cheeks and move your head. He seems to like that.

"Use your hands."

You grab the base, maybe a little more suddenly than you should, and it's surprisingly helpful. Your work in tandem with your mouth and soon he's bucking into you.

"When I cum, you're gonna swallow. Understand? If you spit even a little I'm gonna start breaking fingers."

You nod and hum in agreement and the vibrations bring him closer to the edge. Suddenly a hand finds the back of your head and presses you firmly against his pelvis. Your hands fly away from his cock to brace against his thighs but his grip is firmer. He's pressing against the back of your throat.

"Don't fight me. You're almost done."

You know it's not true. Perhaps this few minutes of torture, but you know he has much more in store.

You fight against choking and vomiting when he cums with a series of grunts and moans and his semen slides down the back of your throat. The good news is, you don't have to taste it. Very much.

Once he's satisfied with your work he pulls out. You fall to your hands and knees and cough, your throat ragged and your lungs screaming for air. You stomach is begging you to puke but you can't even imagine what'll happen if you do so you deal with it.

"Damn. What a view," Mark muses from above you.

"Fuck you, you pig," you rasp over your shoulder. "You piece of shit. You fucking coward."

"Now you're asking for it." He hoists you up by your waist and tosses you onto the table. Some random sharp tool digs into your shoulder and you scream in pain.

He grabs your hair to the scalp and kisses you again, effectively pinning your head to the table. When he breaks away, he retrieves his handcuffs and places them around your wrists, tightening them to the point that you swear it breaks skin. He connects them somehow to the table so your arms are above your head.

"I think we can do without this," he says, finding the knife again and slicing it through your bra. You turn your head in shame as if this is worse than him forcing you to suck him off. "Don't be shy."

Large hands wrap around your breasts and you squirm- both to try to escape, and to relieve the feeling emerging between your legs. This is normal, you think. Your body isn't betraying you. It's trying to help you.

It gives you an idea. When the deed begins, maybe you can try to imagine it like your late night fantasies. That this is the two of you fucking on the third date, gentle and passionate like you'd dreamed.

He removes your pants and your brain locks when he drives two fingers in you. You wince at the pain, but also bite back a moan at the filling sensation.

"That's just sad, isn't it? You hate me so much and yet you want me so badly."

He withdraws his fingers and wipes the fluid on your lower stomach.

"Alright. I don't want you to hold back. Every moment you feel like screaming, I want you to scream. Got it?"

Your eyes blaze into his. "I hate you."

He smirks. "I know."

He kisses you as he sinks into you and you gasp, then grunt in discomfort. He's bigger than what you're used to. And while your slight arousal is helping, he's certainly not holding back. He bottoms out immediately and sets an almost brutal pace.

The table creaks beneath you and part of you wonders if it'll give out. You hope it does.

"How many times have you thought about this, hm?" he asks, watching your breasts bounce and your face contort in pain. "How many times have you finger fucked yourself to the thought of me?"

Too many, you think. Too many to deny how much you've wanted him. Just not like this.

You escape to what you'd imagined. His bed or yours, slow removal of clothes, him eating you out with those pouting lips, preparing you for intimate sex where you both cum. It helps.

A rough thumb on your clit pulls you right out of it and a jolt of pleasure runs up your spine. Your eyes flash open and a sharp moan escapes you.

"Where do you think you're going, huh? I want you right here."

"Fuck..." you groan. "Stop, stop!"

"What, you don't wanna cum?"

You shake your head fervently as he continues his ministrations.

"I want you- ah! I want you to get it over with!"

"Say it. Beg. 'Mark, I want you to cum in me'."

God, you can't take it. But you also know that'll make it pass quicker.

"Mark..." you can't get the words out. He bites down on a nipple and you scream.

"Beg me for it. I can go like this all night."

"Mark, please cum in me. Please."

His pace quickens and you know he's close. You can even feel yourself growing closer to that peak. Get it over with get it over with get it over with.

"Come on. One more time, sweetheart. Tell me how much you want it."

"Mark, please-"

He releases with a long, almost strained moan. You do your best to block the sensation of him filling you.

He pulls out and you sigh, pressing your face into your arm. Finally. This one torture is over.

Mark notices your relief as you're too tired to conceal it.

"Oh, you think you're done?"

Your body goes cold and he pulls you to the end of the table. Your arms scream in protest against your restraints.

"Mark, please don't-!"

But his mouth is on your swollen cunt before you can even beg him not to. And it doesn't take much for you to unravel completely. He even presses into your clit for good measure.

He trails kisses up your body and nips at your neck before settling next to your ear.

"You're not dying tonight, sweetheart. I think I have use for you yet."

[estrogenpotion]

hey hOt. stff f ar.e Yo/u Free to do Ediables tonite whileH We burn A roasted Ophelia over Th/e Fire;.

Nuh uh. You took ALL my weed.. We have NONE left!!

[thoughtswithbbg]

Introduction!

(y/n)’s Profile

Full name: (y/n) (m/n) (l/n)

Age: 24

gender: female 

Occupation: convenience store cashier  

Skin Color: u little pasty bitch 

hair color: (h/c)

eye color: (e/c)

Status: alive ofc

sexuality: Straight

likes: anime, manga, smutty smut books, period dramas, anything to escape reality, her baby siblings, cats, a home cooked meal, snacks galore, Ben & Jerry’s ice cream 

dislikes: her parents, instant noodles, candy corm, her job

Family

(f/n) (l/n) :: no contact :: 54

(m/n) (l/n) :: no contact :: 52

Franklin (l/n) :: Male :: second oldest to (y/n) :: 21

Rylee (l/n) :: female :: middle child :: 18

Dylan (l/n) :: male :: second youngest :: 15

Blakely (l/n) :: female :: youngest :: twin :: 10

Jeremy (l/n) :: male :: youngest :: twin :: 10

Playlist!

Track One :: The Fall :: Lovejoy

Track Two :: Washing Machine Heart :: Mitski 

Track Three :: Touch :: Cigarettes After Sex

Track Four :: Arms Tonite :: Mother Mother

Track Five :: Cooler Than Me :: Ethan Fields 

Track Six :: Bubblegum Bitch :: Marina

Track Seven :: I Love You So :: The Walters 

Track Eight :: Alien Blues :: Vundabar

Track Nine :: I Threw Glass At My Friends Eyes And Now I’m On Probation :: Destroy Boys 

Track Ten :: YKWIM? :: Yot Club

Track Eleven :: Afraid :: The Neighborhood 

Track Twelve :: It’s Alright :: Mother Mother 

Track Thirteen :: Prom Queen :: Beach Bunny 

Track Fourteen :: Serotonin :: Girl In Red 

Track Fifteen :: Cigarettes out the window :: Tv Girl

Track Sixteen :: Another Love :: Tom Odell 

Track Seventeen :: Dance And Cry :: Mother Mother 

Track Eighteen :: Hymn For The Weekend :: Coldplay 

Track Nineteen :: One Day :: Lovejoy 

Track Twenty :: Tongue Tied :: Grouplove

Track Twenty One :: Bad Idea! :: Girl In Red

Track Twenty Two :: Sports :: Beach Bunny 

Track Twenty Three :: Are You Bored Yet? :: Wallows

Track Twenty Four :: Not Allowed :: Tv Girl 

Track Twenty Five :: Hate Yourself :: Tv Girl

Track Twenty Six :: I Wanna Be Yours :: Arctic Monkeys 

Track Twenty Seven :: Happier Than Ever :: Billie Eilish

Track Twenty Eight :: Cloud 9 :: Beach Bunny 

Track Twenty Nine :: Sex, Drugs, Etc. :: Beach Weather

Track Thirty :: Little Talks :: Of Monsters And Men

Track Thirty One :: Everybody Wants To Rule The World :: Tears For Fears

Track Thirty Two :: Lover :: Taylor Swift 

Track Thirty Three :: Paper Rings :: Taylor Swift 

Track Thirty Four :: You Belong With Me :: Taylor Swift

Track Thirty Five :: Sweet Nothing :: Taylor Swift  

Track Thirty Six :: As The World Caves In :: Matt Maltese 

Track Thirty Seven :: Toothache :: Westislonely

Track Thirty Eight :: Obsessed With You :: The Orion Experience  

LOVE INTERESTS

- Gojo Satoru :: 28

- Geto Suguru :: 27

- Nanami Kento :: 28

- Fushiguro Toji :: 28

- Itadori Yuuji :: 21

- Fushiguro Megumi :: 21

- Inumaki Toge :: 23

- Okkutsu Yuuta :: 23

- Choso Kamo :: 150??

- Ryomen Sukuna :: Ancient.

[therappundit]

PUNDIT PICKS: "THE CREAM" of the Crop [My Favorite Albums of 2024 (*so far*)]

ICYMI, my ongoing series on the best of 2024: https://therappundit.tumblr.com/post/756082881246461952/the-pundits-picks-more-of-2024s-finest-part

***Please note: the selections on this list had to have dropped by 8/31/24, FYI***

Back in June/July, I began compiling what would become my ongoing "best of" list for 2024. I wasn't trying to rank my favorite music at that point, I was mostly concerned that the weekly onslaught of new music throughout the year could lead to a noteworthy piece of art missing these ears, and slipping through the cracks. I wanted to close out *the summer* with a list of my favorite albums of the year up through the end of summer, and I planned on releasing that list to public scrutiny at the end of Labor Day weekend...

It is now October.

Welp, plans are meant to be flexible, I guess. 😬 Timing be damned, I want to share with the world all of the shout-outs I possibly can, the cream of the crop, my favorite albums of the year as we closed out the summer season (bring on hoodie season, that tends to be when I feel like me the most).

And in no particular order, here are some of my favorite albums of 2024 [*up through the end of summer*]: Out Of The Blue by Blu & Shafiq Husayn, Lil Old Town by DJ Lucas & DVNTBEATS, WE DON'T TRUST YOU by Future & Metro Boomin, Pinball by MIKE & Tony Seltzer, For Hustlers Only by WB Nutty, MMCHT by Nickelus F., The Pride & Glory by Teller Bank$ & Ed Glorious, Nubian Cruiser by Ronday, Black Box: JOSHUA IS DEAD by Joshua Virtue, Black & Whites by Big Hit, Hit-Boy & The Alchemist, the First to Make Contact When We Dap by R.A.P. Ferreira & Fumitake Tamura, Shadowbox by Mavi, EMBERGO_ by Nakama., DOOF & ESCEE 2 by Doof, Escee & August Fanon, So Much Enrgy & Sav by Ysr Gramz & enrgy beats, Mr Beat The Road by Bossman Dlow, soul food for the family by rimhan, WATCH THE THRONE by Jaeychino, Marciology by Roc Marciano, PLAYWAY OR NOWAY by RRB LILMEL, My Story Got Stories by Bruiser Wolf, BIG MYAAP, NOT THE LIL ONE by Myaap, The Tonite Show The Sequel by Curren$y & DJ.Fresh, Nobody Planning To Leave by ShrapKnel & Controller 7, CHUPACABRA by JasonMartin & DJ Quik, Scoob Wav by WTM Scoob, LOYALTY: BIRTH OF SUPER RUFUS by Rufus Sims & Billionaire Boyscout, Flint 2 Detroit by YN Jay, Plea$e Don't Think I'm Actin Funny by Bub Rock, BLUE LIPS by ScHoolboy Q, Memoirs In Armour by Navy Blue, Can't Go Bacc by Nino Paid, Day Shift, Vol. 1 by Lil Tre, Pigmen In the Vitreous by Knoweye, Brown in America by HOODLUM, Alchemy by Jay Cinema & Chow, All Infinite by Kooley High & Tuamie

24. A Forsaken Lover's Plea by Chuck Strangers

(I always look forward to new Chuck, who frequently racks up accolades as a producer, but never seems to get his just due as the great MC that he is. A true double-double threat with every release.)

23. Deathtape 2: We Gon' Need Each Other by Quelle Chris, Cavalier, and Denmark Vessey

(Any time one of these artists releases anything, you know it's must-cop art....so naturally when they all collaborate, they make one hell of a short but sweet haymaker of a project.)

22. DECON$TRUCT!ON by Maassai

(What was pitched as a collection of loosies recorded over the past few years came off as a sharp, memorable showcase for one of Brooklyn's most talented MC's.)

21. Save The Bees by Big Flowers & Messiah Musik

(Big Flowers is part of one of the greatest communities of exciting NY talent that we have seen in years, so pairing the thoughtful MC/producer with Messiah Musik - one of the most potent producers in underground hip-hop right now - yields a palette of sounds and messages that feel stronger with every listen.)

20. WOODSTOCK '99 by Nick Satchel & dp0mmy

(Nick really seemed to put his foot down into this one, shining alongside an old friend in Atlanta-by-way-of-St. Louis producer dp0mmy...who continues to raise the bar of what he can achieve sonically, remaining one of the greatest secret weapons in hip-hop right now. More on dp0mmy in the weeks to come...) 👀

19. Bag Man Julio by Jaysanityy

(A name you are sure to be more familiar with in the near future, the DMV's Jaysanityy is one of the most complete artists you will find in underground hip-hop. Check out any of his work, and I guarantee you will wonder why he's not already mentioned in the same breath as artists like Mavi, Pink Siifu, and Maxo.)

18. 74: Out of Time by Ol' Burger Beats

(Another fantastic, less heralded producer helms this compilation album, which is stacked with great songs from some of the indy world's finest, and sounds far too cohesive to leave off of my favorite album list.)

17. WAKING UP AND CHOOSING VIOLENCE by YUNGMORPHEUS & Alexander Spit

(Few MC's are able to sound so cutting with their words without sounding enraged quite like YUNGMORPHEUS, who has steadily put out some of the best rap music out of anyone's catalogue over the past 5-6 years. He's joined by another one of 2024's MVP's, Alexander Spit, who happens to be one of the most skilled producers at creating cool instrumentals to help support, rather than outshine, the messages of his MC's collaborators.)

16. This Too Shall Pass by Yo OG

(Rapidly becoming onf of my favorite MC's, No Label collective's Yo OG - sometimes shortened to just OG - is strong enough to carry an album on his own, but when he joins forces with other talented affiliates from No Label, it's clear that this whole team is about to be a force in hip-hop music.)

15. Black Blues Brothers by HALAL BOYS

(Representing Phoenix AZ, I knew nothing about Lord Ra and Gorgeous Jefe heading into 2024, but leaving 2024 they're high up on my radar as one of the most exciting duos I have heard in a while.)

14. Memory(ummm) by Sleep Sinatra & bloomcycle

(Speaking of 2024 MVP's...Sleep Sinatra is a tried and true veteran MC/producer that seems to be going the fine wine route, while bloomcycle - the producer alias of previously mentioned Big Flowers - also seemed to be making an impact on various different projects this year. Together they created a standout album, equally effective as a tightly made cohesive personal work as it is a collection of great collaborations with fellow amazing artists.)

13. SOLACE by Marco Plus

(To make a name for yourself coming out of Atlanta's deep, deeeeep music scene, and to do so without being already tied to a major industry name, or even delivering the "typical" type of crossover rap music that the ATL is known for, is pretty impressive. But once you hear Marco Plus spit, it's not too surprising. His ear for beats is only surpassed by his hungry delivery on the microphone, so of course it's no surprise that this year he has received dap from some of the most established artists in the ATL, like JID. I would say keep an eye out for Marco more in the future, but my guess is that he will knock down more doors and make a name for himself without anyone having to dig too deep to find his work.)

12. Almighty So 2 by Chief Keef

(Am I surprised that Chief Keef dropped one of my favorite albums this year? No, I'm more surprised that in 2024 I am so eager to hear his work at all. I was woefully late to - dare I say, straight up refused to board - the bandwagon for Keef. He has been buried on my "happy for him and his success, but I don't feel the need to hear anything else from this man" list since the "Bang" video. Sure, I dug more than a few Keef cuts over the years, here and there, while he was putting in work on project after project to become a better all around producer and recording artist. He really understands rap, trap, and how to deliver a sonically appealing album that in spite of his relatively limited subject matter, doesn't come off as cookie cutter. Almighty So 2 has been very well received, but garnered some "meh" responses from his core base, since this is probably his most accessible, polished, mainstream-ready project to date. But make no mistake, there is no lacking in raw energy and clever commentary, both are provided in abundance here, and we're all better for it. I can now say what I began to feel back with 4NEM in 2021: I am a Chief Keef fan.)

11. PERSEVERANCE by Jay Cinema & JUNE! as JUNECINEMA

(Sure they share great chemistry as MCs & Producers, but what shines through the most on PERSEVERANCE is their pure love of music. It's one thing to come off hungry, but to come off as being excited just to make and release music? That's become an increasingly rare commodity. JUNE! and Jay Cinema have really put their mark in underground hip-hop over the past two years, and this album feels like a culmination of their growth and confidence as recording artists. Take Jay's classic NYC MC swagger, plus JUNE!'s delivery that often reaches construction site levels of gravelly, then interweave clear shout-outs to their loves and musical influences, and you get a dope underground collaboration with strong replay value.)

10. Sour Dub by Rich Jones & SINAI.

(A unique talent that threads the needle between singing and rapping in a casual and authentic way - possibly the best to juggle both since a certain famous Canadian actor/rapper/singer, Rich Jones is always guaranteed to put out some interesting work. Here he joins forces with SINAI. a.k.a. Sleep Sinatra - and boy what a year he's had - and the two deliver some of the most grounded, feel-good somber music that I have heard in quite some time. I'm not sure if "feel-good somber music" is even a thing, but if it is, Rich & Sleep are maestros at the artform.)

9. 3rd Shift by J.U.S. & Squadda B

(I'm not as familiar with Squadda B as I probably should be, but I know he made an impact as one half of Oakland's Main Attrakionz. Here he delivers engaging, diverse production for Bruider Brigade's J.U.S, who I am more familiar with, as he has been near the top of my personal "most slept-on MC" list for several years strong now. Together their chemistry is sublime, with Squadda's slappin' beats providing ample space for J.U.S to speak his mind over.)

8. F.U.N. T.O.Y. by Sideshow

(Alexander Spit got busy on this one, tossing a varied collection of sounds at Sideshow to work with. In turn, the L.A. MC delivered another interesting piece of work, touching on a rolling list of thoughts, but not staying long enough in any one passing thought to reach a completion. While this could be problematic for a lot of artists, for Sideshow it works quite well, in my opinion. F.U.N. T.O.Y. feels like the equivalent of going on a long drive alone to clear your head, and jumping from song to song on the car radio. That might not be the most purposeful and effective drive in the world, but that doesn't make it any less enjoyable or thought provoking. Sideshow is the epitome of a "leave them wanting more" MC.)

7. The Thief Next to Jesus by Ka

(The writer's writer returns. At this point, I don't know what else can be said about this man's pen, but from a longevity standpoint, let's talk about how challenging it must be to maintain a certain level of elite rapping - and well into one's fifties. Ka's experience as a MC is well documented, but as a producer, Thief lives amongst his finest, dare I day accessible production work. Here he keeps the darkness at bay with powerful soul, grit, and determination, delivering a fantastic album that doesn't denounce the purposes of devout faith, but parses the complexities behind keeping a religious mindset in today's world.)

6. sunscreen by shemar & Child Actor

(Likely the shortest project on this list, but surely one of the year's most potent. shemar speaks to a generation of artists that have grown up in and around NYC accepting the music of artists like Armand Hammer, and not as "alternative underground rap", but simply where the bar happens to exist today. In turn, on sunscreen shemar comes off with a stream of consciousness flow and a chip on his shoulder, which when combined with the raw and majestic smokiness of Child Actor's instrumentals, makes for an ear gripping listening experience. This is peak 3:00am on the L train music.)

5. Los Angeles by Blu & Evidence

(I'm not sure if any other MC can brag about having the sheer volume of dope music drop within the first 3/4 of a calendar year at Blu's level. The underground vet seems to be enjoying a hungry renaissance, releasing three albums by my own personal deadline for this list (another great piece of work with Exile has also been released since). The news of Blu releasing a full project with fellow west coast underground legend Evidence, was only surpassed by the actual final product. Los Angeles is a sonically phenomenal, lyrically on-point love letter/indictment of the coast's most infamous city. Hip-hop history is stacked with unforgettable releases that perfectly capture the soul and feeling of L.A. life, but I don't know if it's ever been done this successfully with such a full a collection of beautifully curated vintage 90's underground vibes.)

4. Different Type Time by Cavalier

(Cavalier had a great year. Folks in the know have been not-so-patiently waiting for this one, because whenever Cav drops anything it might not be the loudest album in the room, but it will always be one of the finest. When fans learned that this album was going to be released through modern day Def Jux-esque powerhouse and bily woods boosted record label Backwoodz Studioz, even higher expectations were bestowed upon Different Type Time. Cavalier might not be a New York City resident anymore, but the feeling across this album is an open diary of a wizened New Yorker, a grown man in the rap game that's seen enough light and darkness to know that day to day life will always end up being somewhere in the middle. Similarly to other razor-penned MC's like Ka and Skyzoo, Cav is not preoccupied with knockout punchlines as much as he is focused on making each bar land like it's own story, each a bittersweet memory over a swooning jazzy backdrop.)

3. Service Merchandise by Previous Industries [Open Mike Eagle, Video Dave, Still Rift]

(Sometimes the only thing capable of being funnier than a great stand-up comedian, is a group of old friends just shootin' the shit together. Comedy is dependent not only on well-written jokes, but also impeccable timing, chemistry, and a certain level of connection with the audience. Open Mike Eagle, Video Dave, and Still Rift have no trouble making a connection with their audience, and they know their voices well enough to probably finish each other's sentences, and stick the landing on any cultural reference within a verse. Service Merchandise is an underground rap album that could only be made during these times by middle-aged hip-hop artists that have long since come to terms with the fact that they just aren't destined to be flashing rollies in glossy rap videos surrounded by gyrating bikini models...and that's okay. Stacked to the brim with nerd nostalgia, pop culture references, and thematic homages to fallen retail chains - not to mention expert rapping, lyricism, and a laundry list of some of hip-hop's finest underground producers - Previous Industries excel at balancing the art of waxing nostalgic without dismissing the positivity that could come from the present and future. Fellow writer/music thirster, the great Son Raw, spoke positively of the album as well, matching it to De La Soul vibes, and surely that's a comparison to be proud of.)

2. #RICHAXXHAITIAN by Mach-Hommy

[The mysterious Mach man strikes again. After what felt like a long enough delay to start asking "is it actually dropping, or was it scrapped?", Mach-Hommy released #RICHAXXHAITIAN in May to strong reviews, albeit with less hype than what came with the first album listening session back in 2023. A handful of familiar guests, as well as a handful of expected trademarks (Mach is still successfully "flippin' _____ like" whenever possible) made the album feel like a Mach album, but musically he was working with a higher level of pristine selections. Without losing any hint of his unpredictability or raw delivery, Mach managed to work in an additional layer of polish or two, curating each song on the album as if "this could be the one". Thoughtful, culturally attuned to his Haitian American status, and as willing to dip a toe in experimental territory as he's ever been, if #RICHAXXAITIAN isn't Mach-Hommy's most well-rounded album thus far, it's damn near close.]

1. Sewaside III by Mike Shabb

(Montreal, stand up. Whatever Mike Shabb may lack due to his youth, he more than makes up for it with his body of work in hip-hop, utility knife of talents. Shabb is an elite beatmaker and MC, and he possesses a rare assortment of skills that work equally well with both trap and boom-bap sensibilities. He may have the highest ceiling of any MC on this list, because like other gifted artists like MIKE, Earl Sweatshirt, and Vince Staples, he represents a modern MC that doesn't see a problem with placing Lil Baby and Roc Marciano back to back on the same mixtape. Sewaside III is a great representation of how Shabb continues to grow more polished with each release, without sacrificing his raw underground essence. Staring at the last few months of 2024, if this one ends up being my favorite rap album of the year when the ball drops on Dec. 31st, I will be quite fine with that.)

Next up...my favorite SONGS of the year (*as of the end of summer*)...thanks for reading, and stay tuned!

[mimikasblog]

fair with felix ︑︒⚬∙︓·⠄

stray kids - felix x f!reader :: fluff 🌷

5:15 pm .. july 26.

Getting ready for the fair, thinking about all food and all the rides, the smiling faces.. youre pulled out of your trance-like-state by a bzzz. You got text from felix!

Felix: im here sunshine

Y/n: ok one second handsome!

———

you smile to yourself wondering how you go so damn lucky.. you get your bag and begin to head to the front door. when you open it you’re greeted with a smiling Felix. He seems a little nervous but, you brush it off thinking its because he nervous of all the rides and all of the hundreds of people that will be there tonight. “You look so beautiful tonite y/n..” he says, his eyes trailing you up and down. You get flustered. You’re only able to look down and giggle as the redness on your face spreads.

- time skip -

You finally arrive at the fair grounds and get your entrance tickets and your ride tickets. The nervousness on Felix seemed to go away. “Where to first angel?” Felix says in his deep voice with a wide grin plastered across his handsome face. “Hmmmm how about we play some games!” You request with an even bigger smile than his. He nods and grabs your hand guiding you to the games.

You both play a wide variety of games. Including, break a bottle, pop a balloon, ring on a duck, and many MANY more. For the last game you decided to play, one of the prizes was a my melody plushie! You excitedly point it out to Felix who cant help but smile at how cute your excitement was. He decides to give the game a shot and wins you the plushie. With a smile, he hands it you. Happily, you jump into his arms and give a kiss. His grip on you only tightens.

6:37 pm

Its time to get on the rides! “Which one shall we start with?!” You ask Felix with a large grin. “uhhh how about theeeee swings?” He asks, he knows its your favorite. You smile lightly knowing how well he knows you. You nod happily grabbing his hand once again and begin speed walking to the ride. Once there and seated, You begin to realize that Felix wasnt his usual self. You wonder whats going on with him, why did he seem so nervous? You only thought the worst. Maybe there was someone else and today was the day he told you.. Your thought were interrupted when the ride began to lift. The ride begins to spin faster and faster. Felix must have noticed you not exactly smiling like you usually would. “Baby? are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. You nod with an unconvincing smile. As the ride ends, you guys grab your things from the side and he asks again.. “my love, are you sure you’re okay?” again, you say yes and smile a very VERY unconvincing smile. Not wanting to bother you anymore, he only asks what ride you wanna go on. Next ride you guys on are the super tall slides. As you go down the slide, the pit in hr stomach seemingly leaves. Felix’s mood seems to lighten, the worry is lifted up off of both of your shoulders. As you go on several more rides, its gets darker and darker. “How about the ferris wheel?!” Felix says, the nervousness seeming to come back to him.

Finally, after about 20 minutes of waiting in line, you both finally get into one of the carts. Felix leg begin to bounce and his hand near his back pocket. “Felix, baby? are you okay? you’ve seemed so anxious all night long” You say with worry displayed on your face. He smiles, nods, and response “yes my love” in a calm, deep voice.

After a couple of times going around, you finally get to the very top. Felix takes a deep breath and stands up, his hand on his back pocket. You wonder. You wonder what he’s about to do. Thats until he gets on one knee and takes the small box out if his pocket. “Will you marry me y/n..?” You’re shocked, unable to move. You both sit there like this for what feels like hours and hours, you in shock and him growing increasingly more worried. After a little bit all you manage to get out is a small “yes…” still in shock, your hand over your mouth.

As the ride begins to move once again you shove your face into the crook of his neck, tears beginning to flow down your cheeks. While your crying, Felix is smiling knowing that your his and he’s yours give all the comfort you need.

- time skip! -

you guys get to the car basically in the same condition that you both were in when you left the ride, on the way home you begin to sob, from both happiness and guilt. “how could i think someone like him would cheat?!” you think to yourself. Felix is trying to get you to calm down. You fall asleep on the car ride home.

“i love you so so so much y/n…”

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I DONT REALLY LIKE THE ENDING BUT I THINK THATS THE BEST ITS GOING TO GET LOLLOLOLOL

hope you enjoyed !<3

[umadosedepascal]

C O R O N A, MEXICO | Pedro Pascal X f!reader | One Shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner by @missyorkswhore

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: You got invited by Corona to be an extra on the new “La vida mas fina” campaign at the beach.

Even if was only one single scene, maybe just 10 seconds of screen you would be more than happy because the main reason was him…Pedro.

wc: 2.6k

rating/warnings: [pure smut no plot][unprotected PIV][oral sex m/f] [alcohol comsuption] [Curse words][pet names]

a/n: C’MON GUYS. Do I need to explain myself after these ads? NO. FUCKING HELL NO. wtf Pedro is so fucking hot WTF. 😭

You got invited by Corona to be an extra on the new “La vida mas fina” campaign at the beach.

Even if was only one single scene, maybe just 10 seconds of screen you would be more than happy because the main reason was him…Pedro.

After the shooting you are allowed to walk around the set. Maybe do a small talk perhaps. That’s all you want just to make your day.

The director wraps up the bar scene and move to another set. You sit on the bench at the bar they just did the scene.

_why he has to be so hot?_

You order a beer and just watch the movement, people coming and going…

Pedro sits next to you saying “what a day huh? Hey, you were at the beach right?”

You say.. ”Me? Yeah” you get your eyes locked on him… drinking on him… your eyes run across his entire body… you take every single detail…

He moves closer, holding the beer out to you… giving you a smile as he get close…and say “So gorgeous” leaving you in a whisper… your body stands there, staring at him…

You say… “sorry, Did you just said the “gorgeous” to me?” Your face blushing and try not to look at him in the eye. You take a sip of beer and wait on what he is going to say.

“Yes…” he nods softly, moving closer to you, leaning against the bar next to you, close, so close he can smell your perfume. His head leans over, his mouth near your ear, his breath tickling your ear as he speaks, “I said you’re gorgeous…” winking at you.

You drop your mouth and still don’t believe he called you gorgeous. You try to hold on yourself and thank him for the compliment and also say that was fun to act with him at the beach early that morning and if he is looking forward for more…

He gives you a wide smile as he speaks.

“That was fun… and it’ll only keep being fun…” his arm moves out, sliding along the counter, moving a bit behind you, resting there as he brings the beer to his mouth, another chuckle leaving him at the thought of the wink…

“Your winks are something else…” he tells you, taking another sip as his arm stays right behind you….

His head leaning closer again, his mouth brushing gently against your ear as he speaks again, his voice low, his teeth pulling on your earlobe playfully

“Oh it was fun… getting to… watch you on the beach… the water dripping down your body… I hope you’re ready… for even more…”

His tongue flicks out, licking over his bottom lip, a small smile on his face.

Oh… I love that wink… the way it makes him feel inside… he’d smile back at you, a hand lifting, gently tracing along your jaw with his fingers, his head tilting “I’d love to see more…” his fingers tracing a pattern on your neck… “So… where are you staying?”

_you are very shy but still taking his compliments so well._

With sad eyes you say that you already checked out from your hotel because you taking a plane back home tonite but still 4pm and the shooting is over for both of you.

His smile softens, thinking, his fingers tracing along your cheeks, your jaw as he watches you…

“Oh… my sweetheart… that won’t do… I’m not letting you leave just yet…” he says softly.

“How about…” his eyes look at you, “how about I take you to my hotel? My beach condo…?” He offers, wanting you to stay for just a little longer…

You open a wide smile and nod for him..

“Well, in that case I will accept your offer, Pedro. You are so kind….”

You reach out to the buttons of his shirt and close them only saying.. “first I close them, later I open.”

He chuckles saying “Oh… mi amor… I’d give you everything…Let’s go, shall we?” with one arm gently wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer against him…

On the way to the hotel you ask him laughing “why did you say…donde come 4, come 6!?”

_Because that sentence got stuck on your head._

He smiles at you, laughing at that, saying “Because I like to eat, gorgeous…” a chuckle leaving his arm tugging you closer, his body pressing against you, “and you seem like you can take it.”

You arrive at the hotel, he opens the room door, his lips gently leaving a kiss on yours as you enter… “what should we do now, beautiful?” he says…

Not loosing time you let him kiss you as you enter the room closing the door behind him. The exciment is so in fire that accidentally you rip off his shirt instead of unbuttoning …

He grins as you kiss him, his body shimmying off the shirt before you can tear it, his mouth moving away from yours to laugh, another low chuckle leaving him as he watches you.

“Easy, love…” he laughs, a smile on his face, his head tilting, his arms gently wrapping around your waist, “let’s not destroy my clothes… I have to wear that on my next scenes…”

You both laugh, your body gently pulling him closer against you, his hand moving in, pulling off your shirt, tossing it behind him, his lips moving across your neck, his mouth gently kissing over it, his teeth gently nipping, leaving love bites there.

“How are you going to make it up to me, cariño… I need a new shirt now…”

You say playfully.. “they might have more of the same for you to shoot tomorrow my dear” while reaching down to his inner tigh feeling his hard cock over his jeans.

“Maybe…” he laughs, another moan leaving him as he feels your hand brushing against his growing bulge.

His mouth pulls away from your neck to look at you, a mischievous look is on his face, his hands gently gripping your hips. His tongue licks over his lip, his head tilting as his hips gently grind against you, “or…” he pauses, smirking, “I could make you pay for it…”

You grab him by the chin, tickling his salt and pepper beard asking “how can I pay you Mr Pascal?” Giving him soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.

“Well…” he whispers, “pay me… with your mouth…”

You push him towards the king size bed, he let it go easily falling on his back on the mattress. “With… my mouth?” Rubbing his bulge through his pants. “You know what do you want?”

He laughs again, a groan leaving him, his body gently falling onto the bed, watching as you follow, his hands moving to unbutton his jeans, his body lifting a bit to pull them down, kicking them off as his head nods slowly…

“Oh…” he nods, “yes, my cariño… show me what you can do…”

You rub him over the boxers, looking at him with desire. One hand over his growing bulge while another alternating on his strong legs and tights.

“Darling…” he whispers, “I want to feel your… mouth…” bites his lower lip, looking down between the two of you, watching as your hand moves over him, watching as his body involuntarily tilts towards you, another groan leaving him as he feels you press against him, his head tilting back, a moan leaving him as the sounds leaves his mouth…

You slide your fingers around the waistband of his boxers lowering down…it’s thick, veiny oozing precum from his light pink head.

With a long lick from base to tip you wrap your mouth on his cock and with motion movements reach out your hands to pinch his nipples…

His head nodding, his fingers gently running through your hair as you slowly lift up, a groan leaving him, his eyes hooded, watching you, “God…” his mouth murmurs, his head falling back onto the bed, his body shivering as you gently lift up from him, “just like that…” he moans, his breathing heavy, his eyes closing

You’re glad he likes it, “but it’s not over.”

“I still have a couple hours with you. at your command now so I can pay for my crime” you chuckle…

He is watching you, thinking for a moment, a smile spreading over his face… “on your back…” he whispers, his hand gently pulling your arm, pulling you up onto the bed with him, “I wanna taste you…”

Another soft laugh leaving him as he gently rolls onto the bed, pulling you onto it with him, his eyes looking up at you, his hands gently tracing along your skin, running over your waist, pulling you close, his mouth moving over your waist, his tongue flicking over your skin, his eyes looking up at you as he put your undies to the side and presses a kiss on your core, his voice low, a possessive growl in

“Sweet… like candy…”

You run your fingers through his hair while he tastes you.

His mouth moves slowly, his tongue flicks out, tracing a pattern over your clit, his breath labored as he inserts his index finger into you with a thumb over clit overstimulating you with a thick spit he gives over your pussy.

A low moan leaves him, his eyes closing as he breathes you in, his breath heavy against you “God… you feel so good… I can’t get enough…”

He takes you to the edge letting you release with a loud moan.

Hardly you try to ask him to climb up on you so he doesn’t need to rub himself against the sheets…

Another groan leaving him, his tongue flicking out, trailing along your skin as you say that, his body shifting, lifting, his mouth trailing kiss over your skin as his hips gently slide up your body, one hand moving, gently wrapping around your ankle… bringing your leg up over his shoulder…

“You want me somewhere, mi corazón?”

“yeah, inside me, babe… go slow I’m still sensitive…”

His mouth gently pulling away from your skin to look at you, his eyes looking into yours… “of course, mi amor…” he whispers softly as his body moves, inching forward, his hands gently gripping your hips as his hips gently grind forward inside you slowly..

You let a little moan..

The way he is breathing heavy against your mouth letting out some low moans “you so tigh, babe. I don’t want to hurt you…”

You start to scratch his sweat broad back while his pounding you. The sensation is so good your nails scraping against his back as you scratching and clawing at it…the sound of skin to skin echoes through the hotel room along with loud moans…

“You like it rough, cariño?”

“Yes, I do, Pedro. Now punish me…” you say out of breath..

His body loving the feeling of your nails on his skin… his hand moving, landing a sharp slap against you, “you’ve been bad…” he whispers softly, his hips gyrating against yours, “can you take your punishment?”

His body moving, his hands gently pressing you into the mattress as he moves, lifting himself over you, his mouth moving up to leave a kiss behind your ear and on your neck

“Beg for mercy…”

His hands tracing over your body, his mouth kissing over you as he moves, gently lifting your other leg, putting them both over his shoulders.

He groans as you beg, his mouth moving on your neck, gently kissing there, his hands pressing around your wrists, pinning them above your head, his mouth leaving a rough bite, his tongue flicking out to soothe the skin

“What will you give me if I give you mercy…”

You say laughing…”another new brand shirt?”

He groans at your words, his teeth gently nipping at your neck, “that’s it?” his aquiline nose gently bumping at yours as he looks down at you, “are you sure that’s all I can have, mi cariño?

I’m sure I can find something else I want…”

“What else, hottie?” You say playfully.

His body grinding against yours, his legs moving around you, wrapping around you, pulling you close. His mouth moves down to kiss over your skin, “I want…” he whispers softly, “for you to do me favor…”

“what kind…of..favor?” You whisper with eyes closed.

He hears your question, his mouth moving on your skin, his hand moving up to gently cup your face, tilting it to look up at him, a devious smile on his face as his eyes look into yours…

“I want… to leave you feeling sore…”

“Yeah..leave me sore, Pedro” out of breath…

He smirks at you question with his mouth gently planting a kiss on your lips, “in the best ways… I want to go you feeling sore…” his mouth pulling away as he looks at you, “and I want you saying my name… like a prayer…”

“So make me sore…Pedro…”

His mouth moving as he whispers against your skin, his body gently shifting to press closer, “so… very sore…” he pauses, he looks at you, “are we in agreement…?” smirking a bit as his eyes look into yours, he’d gently grip your hip, rolling, flipping, pulling you to straddle him… his hands on your thighs…”

“And then…” you say.

He looks up at you, his hands moving, gently tracing up over your thighs, feeling the silken skin, his mouth tugging at your lower lip, his hands shifting to your bottom, his hands giving a little squeeze there as his eyes look up at you, “sit on me…” he whispers softly, “sit in my lap…"

“Pedro I just have little time now with you before I head home…” sitting on his lap..

His body shifting as you sit, his eyes closing as his arms wrap around you, pressing you close, lifting, gently pulling your head down as his arms wrap around you, holding you close and tight

“I know…” he whispers softly, “so… I want to make the most of it… for our last hour…” his arms pulling you down a bit, his mouth leaving kisses across your skin…

“Cum inside me, babe… let’s do it quick..hmmm?” You say with a little bit of sadness on your voice.

His hands moving on your body, his mouth trailing kisses down your neck, “you want me to give you my juice…” he whispers, his mouth moving, “right now?”

“Yes Pedro, fill me up..”

His hands moving to your thighs, feeling the silken skin against his fingertips, his mouth pulling away a bit as he looks at you, “how bad do you want it…” he whispers, “beg like you mean it…”

“Please…”

He looks at you pouting, “since you asked so nicely…” he whispers, his mouth pulling away from yours, his breath shaky and excited as he looks at you, his hands gripping your thighs, shifting you for a moment, “just tell me to stop if it ever hurts, sit back, cariño…” he whispers, his hands moving around, settling on your hips, guiding you until you’re comfortably back against him, his mouth biting your neck, his hands on your hips pulling you in, his body gently pulling you close… “just like this…” he whispers…

“Yes just like this…” you say while he fills you up with his hot delightful cum..

He rolls onto his back as he watches you get ready to leave, his body stretching out on the bed, watching you get ready to go, smiling as you take his shirt, sitting back, his arm behind his head, watching you, a small chuckle leaving him.

“And how will I get in contact with you again, mi vida?”

You will never know…

He laughs, shaking his head as he looks at you, his hand lifting, waving you off playfully, his eyes looking at you as laughs, “oh, so mysterious…” he shakes his head as he smiles, a low hum leaving him as another laugh leaves him.

“Such a tease…”

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[futurewife]

(re your tags from the baby driver gifset) they are indeed in love! but iirc she does die so it gets sad towards the end

tbh I do enjoy a good angst so that has me looking forward to it too. Selfship imagines where one of you dies in front of the other cause it offers narrative opportunity for your f/o to show how much they loved you and go a little bit off the rails <3 I have netflix so I might watch it later tonite and project me n cable so hard <3 :)

[starlit-roses-ships]

I posted 801 times in 2022

That's 126 more posts than 2021!

54 posts created (7%)

747 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

futurewife

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I tagged 801 of my posts in 2022

#f/o imagines - 310 posts

#relatable - 169 posts

#reminders - 141 posts

#imagine tag: soft stuff - 113 posts

#💛🐍 - 72 posts

#imagine tag: comfort - 61 posts

#positivity - 58 posts

#imagine tag: kisses - 54 posts

#imagine tag: touch - 52 posts

#self ship positivity - 51 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#not me imagining my s/i and majima going out on a karaoke date given that is an actual minigame in the game series… definitely not me….👀

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here is your friendly reminder that you will always be loved by your f/os regardless if you believe you fit into their “type” or are not like the love interests they might have in canon.

Your unique combination of experiences, traits, and skills will always have inherent value, and your f/os recognize that! They love you because you are the way you are.

There is something about you that is unique to YOU and ONLY YOU. Trust that your f/os see it.

427 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

Imagining your f/o hugging you tightly while gently caressing your hair and reassuring you by telling you things like “I’m here,” and “I’ve got you,” whenever you’re going through a really tough time is self care

465 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

#3

when you're fixated on more than one f/o at the same time and it's just like

717 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#2

i love when characters that you didn’t expect to become an f/o end up becoming one. like your just chillin’, enjoying a piece of media, and then somehow this character sneaks into your headspace like a damn sleeper agent and before you know it you suddenly want to shower them in copious amounts of love and affection. wild.

789 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

y’all ever have f/os that have gone through some shit™️ and as a result you want to give them infinite amounts of love and support and not in an “I want to fix you” way but rather an “I want you to heal and be happy and feel loved” kinda way

1,191 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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[mugenloopdalove]

Character ask #3, 5, 6, and 7 for astarion? Also any other bg3 f/o's if you want!!! I just know astarion the best kdndksn

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

That's kinda hard but probably the fact that he gets... way more focus and freedom than Wyll in terms of story.

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Arms Tonite was the first one that came to me hdudorr

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

Being overdramatic and extra as fuck lmao

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Another hard one bc I HATE how most the fandom handles her but. Uh. The bar is low but anyone that sees her as more than a sex object I love you

[tech-obssessed-shark]

Some of my Liked Songs on Spotify sorted by BPM

This is just a goofy little list that I'm posting so I don't forget about it later

Homage- 73

Sweet/Phemiec-73

Ghost Town - 74

The mind electric/Chonny- 75

The Mind Electric- 77

I wanna tell you a secret - 78 Eventually- 78

I dropped out- 78 

Mama’s Boy

Ammonia Baby/Junie- 80

Alien Blues- 82

Nothing Man- 83

Cupid- 83

Ruler of Everything-83

Long Long Time Ago/Jack Conte- 84

Make The Grade- 85

You can't hide- 87

Hey kids– 87

I’m gonna win- 87

Feel Better- 87

Blah Blah Blah- 90

Long Time Friends/The Living Tombstone- 90

Sunflower/Michele Leigh- 90

The woods/San Fermin- 92

Simple Science/Cricket!- 92

Lay Down - 94

Drown Me! - 96

It’s Been So long-  96

Goodbye to a world - 96

Hayloft- 96

Crutches/Drive45- 96

AngstMode3000/Junie- 96

Soul on Fire/Mystery Skulls - 96

Nothing’s New/Rio Romeo- 96

Over and Over- 96

Wrecking Ball- 97 

Stuck Inside/Black Gryph0n- 97

Boi Cha Cha/Junie- 97

Leviathan, the Girl- 97

Locket/Crumb- 98

Icicles - 100

For the departed- 100

Saint Bernard- 100

Adapt/That Handsome Devil - 100

Bloody!Bloody! - 101 

Hollywood Endings/Jack Conte- 101

When It Rains-102

Something Stupid/Frank Sinatra - 103 

Five Nights at Freddy’s- 103

Problems/MM- 104

Pantsuit Sasquatch- 106

Wonda/Caravan Palace- 106

This comes from Inside- 107

End-world normopathy- 107 

Dead Weight- 108

Bonnie’s Mixtape/Griffinilla- 108

Memento Mori- 110

Die in a fire - 110

Nothing Critical- 110 

Vacillate- 110

Artificial Sweetener/Drive45- 110 

Oleander - 112 

Maniac/Caravan Palace- 112 

A Man Without Love- 112

The Family Jewels/MARINA- 112

Kids- 113

Girls/Marina- 114

Bad Things/Cults- 114

Candle Queen- 115

Hullabaloo/Rare Americans- 115

Freezer Burn/T1lt- 115

Crucified/Ghost- 116

Chug Jug with You- 116

Circus/Brittney spears- 116

Highway to Hell- 116

Notion/Rare Occasions- 116

Michelle/Sir Chloe- 116

Coffee/Jack Stauber- 116

Brass goggles- 117

Copacabana- 117

Fifteen Minutes- 117

Hansel- 118

The Fool/Roan Martin- 118

Watermelon- 118

Absence- 119

Money, money, money- 120

MEGALOVANIA- 120

Moonsickness 120

Honey I’m Home-120

Buttercup- 120

Nunemaker’s Parable- 120

I am not a Robot/Marina- 120

I created a monster- 120

Mister Money Bags- 121

Dumb Dumb- 122

Crucified/Army- 122

Human Leather Shoes for Crocodile Dandies-122

Hermit the Frog- 122

Egg and Soldiers- 123

The Distortionist-124

The Water’s Fine- 124

Are you satisfied- 124

As the world caves in- 124

Hand Me my shove, I’m going in- 125 

I’M SANE - 125

Nightmare Parade- 125 

Love I Need/The Living Tombstone- 125

Redmageddon- 126

Beatophone-126

Watch Your Back - 127

Labyrinth- 127

Oh No!/Marina- 127 Clash/Caravan- 127

Weird Science- 128 

Dog of Wisdom(Blue Verison)/The Living Tombstone- 128

Animal/The Living Tombstone- 128

Crown/Limbo- 128

Freely Tomorrow- 129

Getting Bigger- 130

Hungry for Another One-130

Dinner is not over- 130

You weren’t meant to see that - 130 

Welcome to Freddy’s/Madame Macabre- 130

Smile Ukulele- 130

Chamber of Reflection/Steezy Knicks- 132

Gretel- 133

Simon Was- 133

Queasy/Drive45- 134

They’ll keep you running - 135

1000 Doors- 135

My time- 135

Ruler of Everything/Chonny Jash- 136

Chickens- 136

I wanna haunt you - 137

Off with his Head- 137

Follow Me/Dream Valley Music- 137

Little Clown/Phemiec- 137

Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land- 138

Bloody Nose/Jack Conte- 138

Fighter - 139

Feel Good Inc- 139 

Burning Pile- 140 

Aftermath- 140 

Something for your mind- 140 

Arms Tonite- 140 

Crash/Neovaii - 140 

Honeywell- 140

No wind resistance!- 140

Eighth Wonder- 140

Still Life- 142

Carousel Waltz- 142

A Million Gruesome Ways To Die- 142

Tetractys- 143

Murders/Miracle Musical - 144

RAT- 144

Goose Goose Revolution/The Living Tombstone- 145

Charlie’s Inferno- 146

Princess Andy/Petrojvic- 147

Body - 148

Death by Glamour-148 

TERRIBLE THINGS- 148

Savages/That Handsome Devil- 148

Are we having fun yet?- 150 

Breezeblocks- 150 

Take A slice- 150 

Under My skin- 150

Cheeseburger Family- 152

Squid Melody- 153

Microchip- 153

Dog Nightmare- 154

As Your Father I expressly - 155

Poison Pop- 157

Leopard- 158

Shutup You’re Stupid/That Handsome Devil- 158

There’s something happening- 159

Chosen- 160

Bring Her Along- 160

Idwtgtbt- 160

Everything I own/Drive45- 165

The Worlds Dumbest Puppet Show- 165

Like a Match/Jack Conte- 166

Join Us(And Die)- 166

Along Came A Spider- 166

Like a Star/Mike Krol- 169

Cabinet Man- 172

Push/Jack Conte- 174

My Ordinary Life- 176

Dopamine high score - 180

I Got No Time- 180

Twist the Knife- 182

I can’t handle change- 184

Just take my wallet- 184

Eat you/Caravan of Thieves- 184

Community Gardens - 190