#i have thots about this film

[thecandlesticksfromlesmis]

truly the most egregious part of the 2012 Les Mis is that they changed Valjean’s line from

“It’s the story of those who always loved you, your mother gave her life for you then gave you to my keeping.”

to

“it’s the story, of one who turned from hating. The man who only learned to love when you were in his keeping.”

LIKE?????!! How dare they remove Valjean specifically mentioning Fantine’s sacrifice and putting that before he mentions his own part in the story?? How dare they make Valjean imply that it was only when Cosette came into his keeping that he stopped hating everything and learned to love WHEN THE FUCKING BISHOP IS THE REASON FOR THE GODDAMN SEASON????

Like OF COURSE Cosette softened Valjean, of course he became a better man when he became her father, of course their relationship is important.

But this story would not have happened without the love of the bishop and it was his love that rekindled the love that was dormant in Valjean’s heart. And it was Fantine that fanned that flame, then Cosette’s that kept it steady.

I just hate how flat it makes Valjean’s story seem. “It’s the story, of those who always loved you.” Is THE answer Cosette has been searching for her whole life. I wish they’d kept it in instead of feeling like the audience would only feel fulfilled by Valjean’s story if he only mentioned his direct relationship to Cosette.

Whatever idk. It’s a good Les Mis for a lot of reasons, but a bad one for a lot of reasons too 🥲

[georgevilliers]

In Depth Numerology Report for Nicholas Dimitri Constantine Galitzine

Disclaimer: This is just for fun! I'm not claiming to know anything real or true about him, this is just what the numbers of his birth date and name say about him.

Life Path = 7

Birth Date = 29

Period Cycle = 9, 11, 5

Pinnacle Cycle = 2, 7, 9, 5

Challenge Numbers = 2, 6, 4

Destiny/Expression = 4

Soul Urge/Heart Desire = 7

Personality = 6

Hidden Passion = 9

Balance Number = 1

Life Path 7: The Seeker

Those in life path 7 are curious, analytical, spiritual, attentive, and lone wolves. They enjoy solitude and prefer to work alone. They require time to contemplate ideas without the intrusion of other people’s thoughts. Close associations are difficult for them to form and keep, especially marriage. They need space and privacy, which, when violated, can cause great frustration and irritation. When a 7′s life is balanced they are both charming and attractive. They can be the life of a party, and enjoy performing before an audience, and displaying their wit and knowledge. This makes them attractive to others, especially the opposite sex, however they do have distinct limits. They can be generous in social situations, sharing attention and energy freely, they also need to return to the solitude of their privacy. They associate peace with unobtrusive privacy. Therefore, intimacy is difficult for them, because they guard their inner world. They must be careful of becoming too withdrawn and independent, thus shutting out the love of others and keeping themselves from experiencing the true joy of friendship and close companionship. Social contact gives them perspective on themselves and on life, while too much isolation can make them too narrow-minded and even shut off from the rest of the world. Secretly, they may feel jealous of the easy relationships formed by others. They often perceive others as less inhibited or more free to express themselves. Their challenge in life is to maintain independence without feeling isolated or ineffectual. They must hold onto their unique view on the world, while at the same time being open to others and the knowledge they have to offer. They have extraordinary abilities to learn, analyze, seek out answers to life’s important questions and therefore have the potential for enormous growth and success in life. Pythagoras loved the seven for its great spiritual potential.

Birth Date 29

29’s are highly intuitive and creative. They feel linked with the larger universal forces, and nothing will change that. They have fine minds and keen insights, but these do not come as a result of logic or rational thought. They are more likely to direct their lives by inspiration, rather than by calculated reflections. They are highly charged people with much to do, but must develop character and sound judgment before they begin to tap their true potential. They have a gift for inspiring people. 29’s are acutely sensitive and easily influenced by their surroundings. They can be very emotional, often experiencing extremes of happiness and sadness. They are usually too easily hurt. They get depressed easily and feel the lack of confidence during times they are in a dark mood. Despite their sensitivity, they possess leadership abilities. They are modest, diplomatic and polite. 29’s have the ability to persuade, and can be quite forceful. Their high sensitivity to others makes them compassionate, kind, and gentle. They have an opportunity for fame and success as long as they look for ways to help others and convey a larger message. This will bring them material and social fruits they desire.

Nicholas is about to enter his second period cycle, so let’s talk about what’s coming up for him:

Period Cycle 11

A 2nd Period Cycle is an 11 Master number and a period of spiritual expansion, even illumination. They will grow in understanding and wisdom. It is a time to seek higher human ideals. Teaching and sharing knowledge are important aspects of this cycle. They likely possess a message or an ability that should be shared with their community, but only through deep personal transformation and enhanced self-expression can this gift be communicated effectively. The more work they do on themselves, the better they will contribute to the world at large. For those who embrace this path there are many rewards, including the deep satisfaction that comes from making a contribution to the advancement of others. For some, this will include financial gain and notoriety.

Nicholas is about to enter his second pinnacle cycle, so let’s talk about what’s coming up for him:

Pinnacle Cycle 7

This is a time of specialization. They will pursue some course of development with fervor and focus. Their ability to concentrate will be greatly increased. Their desire to study in all forms - reading, self reflection, and contemplation - will reach an all-time high. Their intuition is much more sensitive, making their path a little easier and more direct, since they will know intuitively the appropriate next step. Under this Pinnacle, they will become an expert in one particular field. Their capacity to penetrate the depths of a subject area is enormous. They will look below the surface in virtually everything you encounter.

Nicholas is approximately in his first challenge cycle, so let’s look at that:

Challenge Cycle 2

They are overly sensitive and too aware of other peoples' expectations. They may suppress themselves to avoid feeling conspicuous. They can be overwhelmed by self-consciousness. They fear gossip. As a result, they can become inhibited. All of this results in a suppression of their own individuality and uniqueness. They let their own feelings and emotions play too big a role. Their hypersensitivity causes fear, timidity and lack of self-confidence. Little things seem disproportionately difficult to overcome and sometimes have a paralyzing effect. Jealousy can cause much pain and misunderstanding. These negative aspects of the numerology challenge actually spring in part from positive characteristics they possess, especially their acute awareness and intuition. You are an antennae for other people's feelings; you know before a word is spoken how they feel. This challenge makes them understanding and compassionate; they tend to have an enormous empathy for the inner turmoil of others and can do much good for people with emotional problems.

Destiny/Expression 4

Disciplined, strong, stable, pragmatic, down-to-earth, reliable, dependable, hard-working, frugal. They are the bedrock of society, the foundation of any enterprise. They are an organizer and manager. Their approach to life and to problems is methodical and systematic. They are a builder and a doer. They turn dreams into reality. They possess a highly developed sense of structure. They are not the type to embark on any trip without a map. They take obligations very seriously, as a result they are reliable and responsible. They enjoy seeing a project through from start to finish, but can become too narrowly focused. They put their nose to the grindstone and have a tendency to become a workaholic. In relationships, they tend to be somewhat moralistic. They are extremely honest and sincere. They have integrity and are trustworthy, but can also be rigid and stubborn. They must not let their strong likes and dislikes overrule their common sense and compassion, and be more understanding of others’ shortcomings. Because they tend to focus on details, they can fall into a rut and become a little dull and overly serious. Often, people born with the 4 Expression need to lighten up and have more fun. In their conservative and careful way they are good with money. They are a good parent, and love to be involved with children. They relate a little more than others to the innocence and simplicity of children, perhaps seeing a good deal of themselves in them as they, too, are idealistic. They can be attracted to the arts and music, but will likely bring their love of structure and order to any artistic field. Classical music and opera are often particularly appealing and inspiring. They have a keen eye for detail. They have great stamina and can work conscientiously and persistently toward their goals.

Heart’s Desire/Soul Urge Number 7

They love knowledge and insight. They value the gifts of their mind, and abhor shallow opinions and judgements. They have a natural gift for analysis and research, and once they have grasped the basics of a topic, have no problem diving deep into the issue and thinking theoretically or philosophically about it. They can be introverted, and a life of a hermit or monk engaged in a life of study appeals. In relationships, they may prefer things impersonal. They prefer facts over feelings and may distrust their own and others’ emotions. The unpredictability of the heart can surprise or frighten them and their rationality. They do crave love, and it takes a lot of trust for them to be able to trust someone with their heart. Resisting the urge to become a hermit, and instead embracing society and sharing their gift of knowledge can be a much more fulfilling life.

Personality 6

They radiate understanding and compassion. Because of this they tend to attract people in need of comfort and the disadvantaged. They inspire confidence. They have a fine sense of justice, but must avoid playing the role of the martyr. They must guard against being taken advantage of. Because they see the best in everyone it is easy for them to be taken advantage of. They are romantic, faithful, and very protective. They are often artistic, with a love for music, flowers, the outdoors, and have a keen sense of colour and taste making them excellent designers. However, they are often more concerned with the content of their character than how they look on the outside, and often choose clothing for comfort and utility rather than going for a statement. They are very generous and not very logical when it comes to finances. They can worry a lot, which can cause stomach issues. Very vulnerable to praise and criticism. People see them as a paternal or maternal figure and often seek comfort from them.

Hidden Passion 9

Warm, generous, and compassionate. 9′s are often creatively inclined but it may not come out until adulthood because it was repressed as a child. They have a strong desire for insight and knowledge. They are emotional even though their feelings are not always sensible. They can get caught up in dreams. Blessed with oratorical abilities. They are driven to do their own thing and are very independent.

Balance Number 1

They must draw strength from themselves but also be more willing to share their troubles with friends and family. They can be loners in the face of problems. This can isolate them during troubled times. They should be open to the advice of others. This will widen their perspective on their problems and provide fresh information on which to base their approach. Strength, creativity, and courage are required for their success.

[theinfinitedivides]

note to self do not try and watch BTS clips from SRK films at ungodly hours of the morning, your gay ass will regret it one way or another

[barrykoeghan]

the hype when mark and simon are off because you get to hear rihanna say the funniest shit

[hon3y-y]

NUH UH roomate!sukuna had his thot era, it's time for reader to have hers!!! And he's gonna sit there and WATCH it- payback baby. I wanted reader to fuck satoru, suguru, kento, choso, even fucking hiromi- she gonna get it ALLLLLLL before sukuna can even get a taste 😤

cw: noncon filming!

pt 1: here<3 pt3: here<3 pt4: here<3

omfg he would be soooo pissed💀

picture this;

The morning after everything happened, Sukuna was more than ready to make it official with you. He had already planned how he was going to seduce you. He got up early to hit the gym before you even woke up, so when you were finally awake, you would see him all jacked up and sweaty. It literally had his stomach fluttering with excitement at just how fast he knew you'd fold. 

Well, easier said than done, because when he does get home and hear someone in the kitchen, it's not you cutely rubbing your sleepy eyes in nothing but a baggy shirt. Instead, it’s that white-haired freak from last night. 

He literally rolls his eyes, ignoring the greeting the guy sends and telling him to “get the fuck out” to which Satoru just laughs, takes his toast (which he made in Sukuna’s toaster, by the way), and exits the kitchen while taking a bite. Sukuna goes to your room door but is stopped by the obnoxious blond.

“She left, said she was going to see a friend.”

“Why are you still here?”

Satoru shrugs before grabbing the shirt he had thrown onto the couch the previous night and waving goodbye, crumbs from the toast he was eating still on his lips, before the door slams shut. 

Ryomen was floored. Were you two officials? Is that why you finally brought someone home? He couldn’t deny the pinch in his chest, but he shoved it aside. I mean, he would happily break up a home, so even if this was your stupid boyfriend, it wouldn’t dampen anything. He doesn’t mind a little competition. 

At least, that’s what he thinks it’s going to be. Since that night, both of your schedules had been too complicated, and you two had only seen each other in passing. But tonight, he knew you would both be off and it’s the weekend, so he knows you at least don’t have anything till midday. 

You return late, and you are absolutely not alone.

You’re with another guy, some blond man who looks a little too pristine to be found at the club (who he later finds out is kento from your whimpered of “kento! Oh fuck—yes! right there!”).

You don’t even notice that Sukuna's door is wide open and instead stumble straight into your own. and Ryomen is jaw-dropped, shocked. 

He begins to feel like a cuck; all he does is listen to you fuck this random selection of men you’ve created within these recent couple of weeks and fuck his fist stupid. It’s so embarrassing to feel like a hormonal teenager who can’t get a grip. but he can’t stop; he just remembers what you look like under Satoru. 

Night after night, all weekend long, you’re bringing home someone new. although after a while it’s just the same three guys. the annoying blond, Kento (or “the businessman”), and some random boy named "choso,” who he walked in on you giving a blow job to.

You stopped immediately, so embarrassed and shy, as if you didn’t just have this guy with his eyes rolled back, nearly crying every time you gagged on him. Choso, on the other hand, looked too fucked out to care about the third person in the room. 

Sukuna was so hard and horny all the time, and his interest in finding someone to handle it was useless. He wanted you, not some random girl. He even bought a fleshlight for the first time, needing something other than his hand to hump. 

One night, he returned late and heard the sweet noises of your mewls (again, it was starting to feel like a routine). He tried to quietly pass your door, but stopped short. three voices?

He almost couldn't believe it, but after cracking your door open, there you were. You were jerking Satoru off, his white hair sticking to his damp forehead, while this guy with long black hair was pounding into you. One of his hands wrapped around your throat while the other played with your clit, your body jerking at the intensity of stimulation. Satoru played with your swollen nipples, pinching and leaning down to suck them. 

Sukuna can’t help but pull his phone out and record it, going back to his room and rutting into his fleshlight until his cock is raw. the video on a constant loop because he was so fucking addicted. You looked so good. so pretty, and pliant under them. He wanted, no, needed to have you.

You lay in bed, absolutely exhausted after Suguru and Satoru left. You still can’t deny the effect Sukuna has on you, but since you’ve started having hookups, you haven’t even tried to listen to what Ryo does (not that you could’ve or noticed, clearly. he’s been on a dry spell). While you sleep peacefully, snuggled into your warm comforter, Sukuna lies awake, extremely frustrated.

he’s sooo down bad://

[thefloorisbalaclava]

I saw that tag girl 👀 you got time for smutty König movie night in nothing but those sweatpants? 👁️👄👁️

You're such a thot, you know that? I am too but that's beside the point.

Anyways

Warnings: grey sweatpants, König goes commando, handjob, König c*ms in his pants

Imagine...

Movie night has always been one of your favorite things to do with König. He didn't mind watching cheesy B movies and terrible horror movies with you. You loved to hear him laugh, and you loved discussing the films with him after.

You had let him pick the movie for tonight. You waited patiently for him to shower and join you downstairs on the sofa.

"Eating the popcorn already, I see," he said, and you turned to him, still eating from your hand. You froze when you saw what he was wearing.

"Hm?" You ate the rest of the popcorn in your hand slowly as he walked over.

"What is it?" he asked.

You had no idea how to tell him. Surely, he didn't understand the grey sweatpants thing and why people liked them so much. But you certainly knew he was going commando under his, and the sweatpants left little to the imagination.

You swallowed hard and shook your head. "Nothing," you murmured as he sat down beside you.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking at you with concern.

"I'm sure," you said with a smile.

He gave you a kiss then reached for the remote.

"This is a really bad one," he said excitedly, "Are you ready?" You nodded, and he pressed play.

About halfway through the film, you two were out of breath from laughing. You were curled up against him, and his arm was around you. You playfully rubbed his thigh and he hummed.

"Hm, what are you doing?" he asked.

You gave him an innocent look. "Nothing," you said as your hand slid up his thigh. His breath hitched, and he tried to hide it by clearing his throat.

"Doesn't feel like nothing," he joked.

"This doesn't feel like nothing either," you purred as you found his cock through the sweatpants. He grunted and looked down at your hand.

"My love..." he warned.

"Hm?" You squeezed him gently, and his hips jerked.

His only response was to kiss you, and as he did, you slid your hand under the waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak.

"You look so good in these, you know," you told him, wrapping your hand around his cock.

"Yeah?" he groaned, hissing when your hand glided over his tip.

"Mmhmm. I've wanted to touch you all night," you admitted, stroking him slowly.

"Mm! Is that so? Scheiße...faster...schneller, my love. Bitte," he begged.

You began to stroke him faster, twisting your hand as you did. You used the precum that leaked from him to make your strokes even slicker. You weren’t sure what was hotter: the sound of his wet cock or the sounds he was making.

Both, you thought.

"I can't...can't..." He couldn't speak anymore. His head was thrown back against the sofa, and his hips matched the hectic rhythm of your hand. When he whimpered, you swear you almost came in your pants.

"Go on, König. Come for me," you said in his ear before moving down to suck on his neck. That seemed to do it. You turned his head so he was looking at you. He pressed his forehead to yours as his mouth dropped open.

"Ah...ah..." His breaths came out in little gasps before he let out what sounded like a roar. The warmth rushed over your hand as he spilled and spilled as if there was no end. He weakly lifted his hand and grabbed the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

"The things you do to me," he said breathlessly before kissing you again.

You took your hand from his sweatpants, and he had the nerve to blush as he saw the mess he had made. You winked at him before licking it off.

"All clean," you said

He looked down and looked even more sheepish. "Not exactly," he said. You looked down at his lap and saw the wet spot. "I have never...done this in my pants before."

"Never?" you asked.

"Well, maybe in my dreams, but that was when I was a Iittle boy," he confessed. "It is not very comfortable."

"I can only imagine," you teased.

"Are you going to help me get clean?" he wondered. "I may need your help getting to the bathroom."

"Of course I'll help you." You stood first, then held your hands out to him. "Up you get." He stood easily, but it was the walking part that he truly needed help with. You tried your best not to laugh at the funny walk he did beside you.

"I know you want to laugh," he said. "We will see who's laughing when I get you in that shower," he warned.

"That sounds like a threat," you teased.

"No, my love, it is a promise."

[Masterlist]

[nosesitter]

Help, I’m stuck!

| Father in law!Joel Miller

3.9k words

a/n: let me real quickly clarify no I don’t wanna fuck my FIL I just wanna fuck Joel Miller, this came to me in a completely different way but I added another idea in and made this! I hope y’all love it cause as I post I’ll be writing an add on cause FIL Joel was something I didn’t know I needed. It’s niche but someone has to write it, also PLS let me know if you want anything specific I love writing blurbs for people 🫶🏻 not even Joel miller I love hot characters, masked men, mean men, thot men, BIG BURLY HAIRY MEN!! Joel will talk more next part I just could only get him in at the end

⚠️: Father in law!Joel Miller, reader has an onlyfans, no Sarah but Joel does have a grown son, age gap not specified for reader but Joel is 55, no outbreak, it’s definitely dub/con, mentions of alcohol and drugs(don’t do any without me), recorded sex, small anal and food play?(it’s just a line you’d probably glaze right over it), f masterbation, unprotected pinv, toys, creampie, use of sweet pet names 🫶🏻and then the word slut is tossed around a couple times, reader can fit in a dryer lmfaooo never thought I’d type that

“The whole ‘stuck inside the dryer’ that could be fun.”

Two years ago you started an only fans. Your husband loved the idea of it. Hyping you up, filming the content, giving you ideas. He loved coming home seeing you dressed up, camera ready to record the homemade videos, it made him insane, causing him to go hard and give it his all only to throw in the towel after your wet cunt milks him of his release 30 minutes after hitting record. It became a full time job for you. Once you started it was hard to stop, pulling one orgasm out of you opened a Pandora’s box of animalistic lust, in the past you’ve been called a nymphomaniac. It was a blessing and a curse to be so horny all the time. After videos with him you would let him rest, kissing him goodnight then heading to the guest room to make solo content. Your trusty pink vibrator and thick realistic dildo helping you reach your climax 5 more times before you call it a night then head to bed to edit and post the content.

Your husbands words ring through your ears as he opens a bottle of wine for you. ‘Stuck in the dryer’ it was simple really, trying to think why you’ve never thought of it before. Tonight you’re having dinner with your father in law, Joel Miller. The grumpiest old man you’ve ever met. In the two years you’ve been married you’ve seen him smile a few times, once when the two of you met, another at your engagement, and then the night of your wedding as you were leaving for your honeymoon, very quickly he grabbed your hand and pulled you into a big hug ‘welcome to the family’ he whispered when he pulled back a drunken smirk was plastered on his face. there was something about the whole interaction that sent a shiver down you spine. After the honeymoon he was over, a lot. Finding things around the new house to fix. Always mumbling to himself;

‘them new contractors don’t know what they’re doin’

Walker entertained his dads need to be helpful and useful and so did you. So to return the favors you’ve banged out dinner and dessert for the man. As you’re setting the table there’s a loud knock at the door. Walker grabs the door and smiles big when he sees his father pulling him into a manly hug, both of them patting each others back three times. “Welcome in dad! Yeah, she’s in the kitchen just finished up.” You can hear Joel’s voice ask for you, maybe it was the sip of wine you just had but hearing his voice made your legs… buckle.

His boots stepping across the hardwood floor, crossing the threshold into the dining room. Standing next to the set table, one hand on your hip the other holding your generously full glass of wine. This has to be the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on Joel’s face.

“Hello there sweetness ,you do all this for me?” Pulling you into a side hug his big warm arm going around your waist. tightly. yours going around his shoulder as you rest your head on him for a brief second. You pull back but his one arm lingers around you a little while longer.

“Well we just wanted to say thank you for working so hard to help fix up the place.” He sets the 6 pack he brought with him on the table grabbing one of the bottles and twisting off the cap and wrapping his lips around taking a big gulp. There’s a sudden dryness in your throat and you swear you can hear yourself gulp when he pulls the bottle away and runs his tongue across his bottom lip to gather the excess.

“Let’s eat, honey I’m hungry!” Walker says and the three of y’all sit down and begin to eat. One thing about Joel is that he’s a vocal eater, meaning he will moan and groan if the food is good. He loves your cooking, says it’s just like his ma’s even brought his brother Tommy over for him to have some too. You’re surprised he’s not here either. So when Joel stabs his fork into the baked chicken you were making earlier it comes as music to your ears when he lets out a throaty growl. Legs crossing even tighter now causing you to reach for your glass of wine.

When everyone finishes with dinner you head back into the kitchen to grab Joel’s favorite, your mixed berry pie. Quick on your heels is your husband. As you’re closing the oven he comes behind you wrapping his arms around your waist pressing kisses into the side of your neck. “Mm I keep imagining you on your knees inside the dryer.” He mumbles into your ear his breathy whisper making you giggle from its ticklish feel. He presses himself into the back of your ass the dress you’re wearing is already thin enough so you can practically feel the outline of him on your skin. Grabbing the pie again you quickly get out the kitchen and back to Joel.

“Everything all good, sweetness?” Joel asks seeing your chest and face red from your husbands advances.

“Oh it’s nothing just talking with Walker about the dryer, we might get a new one.” Walking back out the kitchen Walker points his beer at his father exclaiming.

“No need to fix this one dad, we’re just gon’ replace it.” He tells him and Joel just holds his hands up as you’re cutting him a slice of pie. Your hand raises to stop him from scarfing it down so you can add the whip cream on it. You shake the bottle and you can feel the eyes of both miller men on you as you shake a little too hard causing some to spray out. The spurts of cream landing on your chest and falling onto your hand.

The whole scene comical for your husband but absolutely stunning for Joel. You just laugh while your fingers gather the white cream off your chest and into your mouth. He’s looking up at your while he sits in the chair completely dumbfounded by the scene in front of him. He prays he doesn’t need to get anytime soon because the both of y’all will see his complete hard on for his daughter in law.

“Well dig in Joel, it’s your favorite!”

———

It’s midnight by the time you finish cleaning up. the bottle of red wine sitting empty in the recycling bin and your husband on the couch barely awake. You wake him up and lead him into the bedroom, getting him under the covers and pressing a kiss against his lips before he whispers goodnight and a quick love you. You head into the bathroom and strip yourself of your dress, bra, and panties. Then head into the guest room grabbing your camera and putting it on the tripod set up in the corner. Laying back in the bed you start slow at first. Hand slowly trailing down your chest, ghosting lightly over the swell of your breasts. Squeezing your tits together, thumbs rubbing over your hardening nipples. Your head whips around as you begin to think about your husband and how you love to sit on his face, the feeling of his mustache on your clit. Trying to work yourself up more you think about something else, maybe about how he fucked you on the back patio, him laying on the chaise while your hands hold onto the arms rests. His hips rutting into you while you hover over him.

As your hands reaches your clit like a flash of lightning there’s a brief imagine of Joel. when he was cleaning the gutters, it had been raining for weeks and it was so humid that when he came over within 10 minutes he had stripped himself of his flannel and under shirt. Standing on a ladder one leg bent the other straight as his hands were above his head, the humidity causing beads of sweat to trail down his tan broad arms and causing his gray wife beater to blacken. The whole scene made you rush back inside, heading into the kitchen to try to forget by making him fresh squeezed lemonade.

Your hand pulls away with guilt but theres a gush that comes from you, putting your hand back between your legs your fingers gather the arousal that pours out of you. Sitting up you grab your dildo from the bedside table and begin again. Tapping the head of it against your clit the teasing causing you to moan. One hand holds the dildo while the other spreads yourself back for the camera your fingers opening up into a ‘v’ as you rub the side of the dildo along your exposed cunt. Gathering your wetness so you can slip in the thick fake cock. The dildo has more girth than your husband. His dick was long but it just didn’t give you the stretch you wanted. Pushing the tip in you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you slowly push more in. A couple seconds pass and you can feel the toy bottom out inside you stretching you out perfectly while also lightly bushing against your cervix.

Slowly you begin to move it getting used to the stretch. To edge yourself on, your fingers go to your nipples tweaking and rubbing your arousal over them causing the air to hit the wetness sending a chill through you. Your hand goes for your neck lightly pressing yourself into the bed, then another flash of Joel with his thick hand wrapped around the whole bottle. it was tiny in his big ruggedly hands. There’s a loud moan that escapes your throat and your hand holding the dildo between your legs begins to thrust faster. Now you can’t help but think of him as the sound of your gushing cunt gets louder, it’s fucking pornographic. Another image of him and it’s when your husband surprised you with a hot tub and you found Joel in it when y’all came from your honeymoon. He was red with embarrassment even though he asked his son if he could use it. You remember him getting out, water dripping down his salt and pepper covered chest the heavy drops falling off his body and his swim trunks getting stuck to his big thighs, the outline of his cock was far bigger than your husbands.

A very loud moan comes from your mouth one last time and you’re looking between your legs at the arousal squirting out of you. Your head tosses back into the pillows as your hips go crazy bucking up and into the bed. Pulling the dildo out of you and winching at the emptiness you now feel. Your shame is coating the bed and running down your arm. you swing your legs that feel like noodles over the bed and head into the bathroom to wash off the thoughts of your very hot father in law.

———

There’s a bubbling nervousness in the pit of your stomach as you set up the scene. Camera set up on the tripod, the laundry room cleaned up to look like it’s never been used, and the pillow you set inside the dryer for you to bend over on. You decided to dress up for the part wearing a tight see through tank top, shorts that a too small your ass is hanging out no doubt but the real kicker is that you’re not wearing any underwear so when your bent inside the dryer they ride up causing your whole vagina to be exposed to camera view. Knee high socks and a pair of converse. it’s about 10 minutes to 12 so you decide to loosen up by smoking a little before your husband comes home for lunch.

Heading home baby see you soon!

Walker doesn’t work too far away so you finish up the joint you rolled and head back inside to your place in the dryer. You can hear his truck pull up, the engine dies and the driver door closes, your phones dings a couple more time but you don’t check it. Quickly you press record and get on your knees and head first into the dryer.

The front door opens and you begin.

“Help, I’m stuck!” You shout out before he could get out a hello causing his rushing footsteps to come past the dining room and into the laundry room. You can feel his presence behind you but what you didn’t expect is the catcall whistle that came with it.

“I got stuck in the dryer, please help me!” You plead with him wiggling your ass around, your hungry cunt wrapping itself around the crotch of your tight shorts. His hand comes down and slaps your ass hard you’re thrown off by the force he gives you but he must really like this idea since he suggested it. A deep growl comes from his throat and you can hear him getting on his knees right behind you.

“Just get me out please!” Pretending to plead with him. Walker usually talks but he’s quiet today you think nothing of it. He presses himself against you feeling the cold buckle on his belt on the back of your thighs. The roughness of his jeans as he grinds himself into you. You move forward slightly but his hands grab your hips holding you in place as he continues to grind into you.

One of your hands try to go for his belt behind you but he’s quick to slap it away. He leans back on his knees and pushes you more into the dryer ass hiked up higher. He begins to pull your shorts down to your knees and slowly trails his fingers back up your exposed legs back to your ache between your legs. “If you’re going to eat me out move the camera closer.” Breaking character for a moment you tell him and then you hear shuffling and then the sound of your tripod being picked up and set closer to the dryer.

His left hand spreading your cheeks apart the other has his finger ghosting lightly over your entrance. Suddenly there’s a harsh feeling of Walker spitting right where his finger begs to be. His middle finger pushes inside and begins twirling around inside of you. The sound of wetness and his finger pushing deep into you makes you moan out loud the echo of it escaping the dryer. Still having your cheeks spread he adds another finger this time, his ring finger. The force his hand is giving you gets faster and faster then he starts to make a come here motion with his fingers. The stretch of his two fingers alone have you white knuckling the pillow. Then his lips press a light but wet kiss to the other hole that’s getting no attention. The feeling of his mustache right on you pubic bone makes you giggle a little then his lips lower and you can feel the prickly sides of his cheeks against you. He forgot to shave this morning. You like when Walker lets his little facial hair grow out. His beard is patchy just like his fathers but you love the look. His fingers curve inside of you again and suddenly you’re about to cum.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close!” Panting out. The force from his hand gets faster and harder causing your body to shake as he begins to pound his hand into you. One of your hands goes behind you to grab his wrist. His other hand grabs your arm and holds you tightly there as your body begins to convulse violently. With your hand back behind you, you can feel your orgasm approach, well you can definitely feel it. You start squirting again the feeling of your orgasm shooting at walkers clothes. He’ll have to change before he can leave. Your arm still being held in place while his other hand begins to grab at his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper going down, then his tip slides right between your folds. Back arches from the contact you want more.

“Please fuck me.” You beg, ass wiggling around trying to find his dick so it can just slip right in but he stops you with his big hand giving each of your cheeks a few slaps. Your free hand goes behind you to stop the spanking but he’s quick to grab it and hold it with your other hand. You can feel his bare dick twitch behind you, just dying to be inside of you like a compass pointing right into your cunt. Before he pushes himself inside of you his fingers grab at the wedding ring right on your finger sliding it off and hearing the metal hit the top of the dryer. Confused but you decide to not ruin the moment with a simple question.

His fingers grab at his base to straighten his cock out and almost immediately upon penetration you know this isn’t Walker. Your head turns slightly to look behind you and you can see the recognizable green flannel that belongs to your father in law, lower part of it soaked with your arousal. His big broad hand holding both your arms back, veins poking out of his flushed red neck. His bottom lip sits between his teeth, his eyes catching you staring right at him.

“Poor little housewife, begging for her father in laws cock.” As much as you want to push him away, scream, fight, and cry for your husband your eyes just roll right back as he bottoms out inside of you. He’s the perfect size, the perfect girth, he’s perfect right inside of you and he knows it too. His free hand goes for the tripod taking the camera right off and moving it closer to his dick that’s moving slowly all the way out then slowly all the way back in.

Your mind isn’t thinking about where your husband is or how he might be standing at the door watching the whole scene happen before him instead you’re thinking about every vein you can feel on his cock, how stuffed you feel, how his balls slap right up against you, the mound of black and white pubic hair he has and how ticklish it feels grinding against you. The whole situation is fucked, how can you even go back to your husbands skinny dick? How can you ever look in your father in law in the eye after this? There’s a hard slap at your ass followed by Joel’s hand grabbing the skin at your hips.

“Such a good little slut.”

The coil in your lower stomach feels hot to the touch, your body smushed into the dryer the metal indenting into your skin. Your knees get closer together causing your pussy’s grip on Joel to get tighter around him. His hand lets go of both of yours as his thrusts get sloppier, he’s going to cum inside of you.

“Uh uh baby, you’re gon’ take this and you’re gon’ love it.” Both your hands try to push yourself out the dryer but joel just raises one of his legs to kneel beside you blocking your body from moving anymore from him. As much as you don’t want this your hand can’t help but wonder to your clit. Joel’s notices this and puts his hand over yours, your two small fingers and his two big ones rubbing all over your clit. The pressure is so much that you squirt again, your climax is grotesquely satisfying, tears begin to flow out your eyes as Joel moans very loudly, he sounds like he hasn’t had an orgasm in years and you just let the beast out the cage.

Following your release Joel gives you one last thrust practically shoving his cock inside your cervix, spraying hot cum all inside of you it feels like you’re full, so full of Joel’s cum. Body shaking around him milking him of everything he can give you. His thrusts get slower but you’re pressing back into him hard just chasing the high of being stretched full. His hand that’s still on yours slaps your clit and you’re coming again in an instant. He laughs at your desperate body as he looks down at his cock to see the white ring on cream sitting around base of him. Slowly he pulls out, his body goes limp and he lays against the washer right beside you.

Finally out the dryer you catch your breath and look at the red light blinking on your camera. You stop it the video and it saves it. A big part of you wants to delete this and curse at Joel for taking advantage of you like that, a small sluttier piece of you wants to watch it again while you suck joel clean. You just set the camera to the side, not deleting it yet. You and Joel just look each other in the eye while he begins to put his dirty dick back in his pants. he zips up and then gets up groaning like the old man he is in the process.

“You better get cleaned up, don’t want my boy to see his slut wife with his dads cum in her.” You sit on the floor at his feet just watching him grab his bag of tools and leave. Your phone dings and you wonder if it’s Walker telling you to move out cause he saw the whole scene.

Got fucking pulled over I was too excited to head home and fuck you! :(((

Just gonna head back to work :( hungry and horny see you tonight baby

While you look at those texts, one pops up sent 30 minutes ago from Joel

Hey darling I’m gonna head over and check out that dryer for ya, see you soon!

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[fkapommel]

Godd Saltburn was disappointing. I'm tired of pretty movies pushing style over substance, wanting to be giffed on Twitter more than telling a unique and thought-provoking story. It seemed like it wanted to disturb and upset specifically an American middle-class non-queer audience without saying anything. In this age where all media coddles the white belly of US audiences, more films should seek to disturb and upset, but you gotta do it with purpose. It seemed especially gross that the homoeroticism of the film was a product of the weirdo, manipulator character, making its queerness another element yet to disturb. We could've got a movie where it was upsetting that a queer character couldn't pursue their sexual/romantic interests bc of the times (early 2000s) but instead lust and desire were portrayed as gross and harmful. Ugh, the wasted potential! Here we have a character who would do anything to be part of the landed class - a class Oliver can never be a part of because he must be born into it - and he swallows semen and menstrual blood as a surrogate way to access this unattainable lifestyle. He fucks the soil that he will never be able to truly own. But each of these instances have been meme'd to death - the "bathtub" scene, the "vampire" scene, the "grave" scene - and you see one of two responses: audiences being so disturbed they're nauseated or audiences taking it as a badge of honor that they could enjoy SUCH disgusting imagery. And i blame the film for that! Because it doesn't sit in its metaphors, it dismisses its themeing for shock! Saltburn is soo upsetting to me because the bones could build something spectacular, but instead we got Creepy Gay Guy Kills His Way To The Top (snooze! Done before!) Anyway fight with me about this more I have soo many thots. May December did it better.

[chvoswxtch]

Court,

how do you think Matt, Frank, and Billy would react if their partner wanted to… uhm. Make a spicy home movie… 🌶️

(it’s gotta be cannon that Billy would eat that shit up, right?!)

headcannons for each? If you’re interested.

I HAVE THOTS

let's talk about it :)

spicy headcannons below the cut (minors dni)

billy russo

let's start with this fucker bc yes he would absolutely eat that shit up

he's getting production level equipment, setting up mics, perfecting the lighting, picking out a sexy expensive little outfit for you to wear, probably even calling in a professional team for hair and makeup, and picking out the most lavish location he can think of

this is an ALL night event. he's fucking you on every surface, in every room, in every position, and he's getting every single second on film. I think he'd pick a location that has a lot of floor to ceiling mirrors so that he can watch himself as he fucks you, bc we know he's a conceited fucker (he'd probably be watching you and himself in the reflection while you're on your knees with his cock in your mouth), and he's definitely getting close up shots of your face when he makes you come (or comes on your face)

there is definitely going to be a sensual soundtrack

this is not a home movie to billy, this is a feature film, and one he would bring with him everywhere while he's away from you

he's such a shithead he would probably have a "premiere" and rent out a theatre just for the two of you so he could watch himself fuck you on the big screen (and then fuck you right there in the theater)

he'd definitely want to make more than one I can promise you that

matt murdock

I think matt would be a bit surprised by your request, but I don't think he'd deny participating

I think he'd honestly be aroused that you want something handcrafted by the two of you to use when you're feeling lonely and missing him while he's out living his busy double life

obviously the visual is more for you, but the audio is for matt

in order to make it special for both of you, the two of you come up with a plan. maybe you rent a little isolated cabin outside the city so there's no background noise, and get a couple of little mics to set up so that you can capture every sound

the breathy pants from sensual kissing, the soft whimper when you tease the head of matt's cock with your tongue, the obscene slurping from him devouring your pussy, the echo of your ass smacking against his thighs while he fucks you from behind

you get the stunning visuals of matt in all his glory, but he gets the audio file of your combined gratification

everybody wins ;)

frank castle

frank is without a doubt the hardest to talk into this. i've said it once and i'll say it until I die, he's a hopeless romantic and old fashioned when it comes to dating and sex

don't get me wrong, he can be freaky, and i'm sure teenage frankie was no stranger to porn, but watching it vs being in it is a totally different thing

when you ask him to make a spicy home movie, his eyes go wide and his cheeks flush red. he isn't sure he heard you right, but once he realizes you were serious, he gets a little shy

frank can rip people apart with his barehands and not bat an eye but being naked on camera makes him blush

I think he would feel self conscious. you'd definitely have to warm him up, try to distract him from constantly looking over at the camera, push him up against the headboard and climb on his lap while you give him something else to focus on

by the time you finally sink down onto his needy cock, he's forgotten all about the camera

I don't think he would fully appreciate the little home movie until the first time he has to be away from you for more than a couple of days, and he's really missing you in some motel far away, and his curiosity gets the better of him. I think he'd feel guilty at first for fisting his cock while watching you ride his face, feeling like he's disrespecting you somehow or being a perv, but then he'd remember that you wanted this and what he's doing right now is exactly what it was intended for

and knowing that you're at home alone in bed watching the same video and touching yourself too would drive him absolutely insane and make him feel like he can't come home to you fast enough

[thisismeracing]

ok so building in that komh tattoo thot

what if they got their pet names for each other tattooed in their partners handwriting

i.e. hamilton!reader calls mick mouse and he has a tattoo of the name in her hand writing (imo she writes almost exclusively in cursive, sue me)

thank about this liebe or schatzi in micks handwriting on hamilton!readers left wrist where you check for pulse cause mick is her life and you check for pulse to see if someone is still alive

mouse would be located on mick’s neck where you also check for pulse

one of these bitches gets a tattoo and then the other follows suit because they want to match and i respect it

THEY GET THE PET NAME TATS TOGETHER THIS TIME AND THEY ARE THERE FOR EACH OTHER INSTEAD OF THEIR SIBLINGS HOLDING THEIR HANDS

*flashback to last ask*

gina is in europe and mick slams the door open to her room (how did he get here??) and drags her to the tattoo parlor to get the high heel done

and on the entire car ride there mick is gushing about how hamilton!reader got a tattoo for HIM and now he has to do the same

gina is really just doing this for him to calm tf down

back to regularly scheduled programming

the siblings are still there at the appointment but they are more so there to take pictures and document the process

ok imma stop there cause this ask is getting long as hell

☕️

part 1 tattoo thot

"You're really getting a tattoo on your neck?" Gina asks sitting beside Lewis who's watching as Yn scribbles something on the paper the tattoo artist gave her. They were yet unaware that the tattoo would be in Mick's and Yn's handwriting, both just knew the couple was getting matching tattoos. Well, new matching tattoos because they already had done it the last month. Yn sporting the number 47 just behind her ear, and Mick sporting a small shoe in the same location.

Mick nods to Gina, "Yeah, it'll look good," he grins at Yn who playfully rolls her eyes, trying to keep the anticipation of kissing her own handwriting on his neck.

"Your is gonna be in your neck as well?" Lewis asks his sister, but Yn shakes her head.

"Mine will be on my wrist," she turns it up, pointing to the exact place with the pen in her hands.

Mick grabs a pen, writing "Schatzi" in it a couple times, before showing Yn, "Is this a good size?"

Gina and Lewis shared a look finally understanding what their baby siblings were doing. Gina has a grin bigger than her face, and Lewis just chuckles watching the whole scene unfold. He's happy for Yn, though he'll definitely talk with Mick again, just for a measure, because now the German has two marks on his baby sister, two tattoos when he only has one with her.

The artist starts to explain the whole procedure even though they were there just a few weeks back. Mick and Yn are sitting side by side and nod along. They're holding hands, keeping them laced while Mick gets his tattoo. He makes some faces at Yn and holds back the laughter when she winces for him in a particular spot. It doesn't take long. It's a fairly small tattoo, "mouse" in cursive letters. Her nickname for him. The silly little name she's been calling him even before they got together. When it's her turn, things are almost the same. Gina and Lewis from the back filming and joking, and Mick and Yn holding hands.

Mick bends to capture her lips in a quick kiss when she whines about how the first S is hurting. It's in capital letters, and it's his handwriting. He feels a surge of pride watching the drawing getting form. Yn is distracted enough by his kisses and whispers to whine again. And when it's finished they're both smiling at the other.

"This looks so cool," Yn gazes at Mick's neck, his new tattoo covered by a thin layer of protector foil.

"Well, we are done with tattoos for a long while now, yeah?" Lewis quirks his brows, clearly joking with the couple. Yn shows him her tongue, and Mick just shrugs, both silently hiding the fact that they're are already having new ideas.

Yn's body was his temple, and Mick was a feverish devotee. She was his queen, and he was her proud subject. Of course, he would have her eternalized on his skin in a way that everyone could see.

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[callme-darling]

Today I was at the mall looking for a dress to wear to a wedding and in 2 stores back to back they played "Beyonce - Break My Soul" & "Madonna- Vogue" which are two songs we can see Swann dance to at the Oscar's and it made me giggle and think thots about going to the after party with Swann and ahem getting frisky in a corner somewhere in a darkly lit area with music and heavy bass blasting in the background while trying not to get caught 👀. Do you maybe have a little something for this to expand upon?

hehehhehehe this typa shit makes me lose my mind🤭🤭🤭

i can def see swann sneaking kisses at the start of the after party. they’re mostly innocent, and could easily be mistaken as him whispering something to you if caught at the right angle.

but as the night progresses, so does his boldness. what began as fleeting kisses or teasing touches quickly escalate to more daring acts.

you’re praying no one pays any mind to the corner of the dim room. you can feel the bass reverberating off the wall swann has your back pressed up against. his chest is pressed firmly against yours, a pair of warm lips ghosting over your neck while deft hands tease the satin material of your dress between your thighs.

you have a hand on his shoulder, squeezing the muscle there as you whine into his ear, “there’s too many people, you’re probably being filmed right now-“

“then we better give them a show worth watching?”

“swann!” you chastise, gawking up at him while he merely shrugs. the aloof grin he gives you makes you slap his shoulder again.

he feigns hurt, but retracts his hand, opting to place them on your hips. he leans down close to your ear to murmur, “don’t worry, the nights still young, we’ll have our fun.” he pulls back and gives you a playful wink before spinning on his heels and dancing in time with the music blasting overhead.

[melodygatesauthor]

Jonathan Levy - Random Horny Thot #1 - The Girl in the Front Row

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He'd spent night after night jerking off to your videos online. He watched you, pretty legs spread wide with a vibrator plunged deep in your wet little pussy. He'd fantasized about feeling your walls contracting around his girth, squeezing his cock while you cum over and over again. He knew he could do better than that silly piece of plastic, he knew he could do better for you.

When the new semester starts, and he looks up to see his new class, he nearly drops the coffee mug in his hand. There you are, sitting with your eyes down staring at your notebook and writing your notes. Jonathan gulps, mouth slack open and breathing heavily. Is he having an asthma attack? No...no he's okay...

Professor Levy knows he has to have you, and when all the other students leave, he tells you to stay behind. When you look at him with those big, curious eyes he feels his arousal building instantly. You're so pretty, and his cock aches with a need to be buried deep inside of you. He takes off his glasses and puts them on his desk.

He says your stage name, the one only fans of your work would know about, and then watches the panic wash over your face. You start stammering, unable to get out a coherent thought, and he can see it in your expression so he stands, putting a caring hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you don't have to worry honey, I'm not going to tell anyone," he trails his hand up the side of your neck and he brushes his thumb against your cheek.

"Professor I-"

"Sh," he puts a finger on your lips, "you've given me so much, let me return the favor hm?"

Within seconds he's got you bent over his desk, door locked, cock buried to the hilt in your warm little cunt. He shudders feeling it grabbing onto him like it doesn't want to let go. He rubs the globes of your ass with both hands, grabbing them and spreading your cheeks so he can watch.

"Oh god, look at you. Thought about this a lot but-oh-fuck-never thought I'd actually feel you sweetheart. So tight..."

You're like putty in his hands, whining and moaning over the desk, holding on so hard your knuckles ache. He grabs your waist, gripping roughly, leaving divots in your skin.

His slow rolling motions get more uneven as he gets closer to losing himself. It's wrong, fucking a student, especially one two decades younger than he is, but he can't help himself, and you feel so fucking good.

In fact, you feel so good that he's embarrassed at how quickly he's spilling his hot seed inside of you, filling you so full you're making a mess of his classroom floor. He's not going to let you go unsatisfied though, not a fucking chance.

He doesn't even care that he's going to have to wash his own cum out of his beard before his next lecture, he's on his knees behind you, lapping at your hungry clit with fervor. You're gasping, breathing heavily while he slurps and eats everything out of you.

He makes good on his promise, giving you one of the same mind-numbing orgasms that you'd given him time and time again with your films in the privacy of his home office. You were such a mess when he was finished that your makeup was running down your face and your stockings were ruined.

"Keep this up honey," he leans in, beard brushing against your ear, "and I'm sure you'll do just fine in my class."

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[robinsno1lesbian]

Quick Neighbor!Robin thot hehe

Asking Robin for nudes and her sending a pic of her wearing her strap🤭

OK BYE ENJOY YOUR TRIP

ceebs you know what? it’s 06.00am, i haven’t had a minute of sleep yet and i can’t get this out of my head so have my thoughts on this so i can peacefully sleep (you’re welcome).

(smut below the cut, MDNI)

you’re normally not the one to be asking robin for pictures. normally, it’s the opposite.

normally, you’re the one who spends all evening pacing through your room to find the perfect spot, to get the lighting just right, to capture the perfect picture of your bare body to surprise robin with a little message in the middle of the night.

one that will show off your chest, your ass or your entire bare body with your back arched for the camera just slightly.

those usually lead up to her walking to her window with her phone in hand, glaring into your room with widened eyes to find you spread on your sheets for her, ready and wanting.

but today is different.

you’re not home, far from home actually. and you long to see your girlfriends body. two things that can only coexist if she’d be so kind and send you the type of picture you normally take for her.

after trying to push away the one urge to text her all day long, you finally give in.

the sun has just set and you’re laying on the damp sheets of a bed that isn’t robin’s, wishing for her presence and her touch. you want her firm hands on you, on your hips while she grounds you down on her tongue or your ass, with her towering behind you and pounding you with her strap…

so, before you can second guess yourself, you send her a message. you try not to seem all to desperate for her, and throw the phone away from you once you’ve pressed the “send” button.

you cover your face with a pillow and groan.

only when your phone buzzes about 5 minutes later, you remove the pillow from your eyes to try and catch a glimpse of what you’ve received.

seeing robin’s name light up on the screen is enough to make your heart race in your chest.

she has sent a single text and there’s a picture attached as well. you sigh in relief and scan the text quickly, eager to see her body in all its glory.

“someone misses me huh?”

robin wrote and you roll your eyes playfully. of course you’re missing her, how couldn’t you?

your eyes threaten to roll back again the second you lay eyes upon the picture.

“fuck” you shiver and inhale sharply.

robin is naked in the picture, aside from the harness that is attached to her hips. that, and the strap that sits against her proudly.

the hint of abs on her stomach only add onto the heat that pools between your legs.

you allow yourself to take it all in: the swell of her breasts, the muscles under her skin, the mole right over her hipbone. the mole that you normally stroke with your thumbs whenever she’s wearing the strap around you. the mole that you can’t help but admire while you’re on your knees for her, with the toy disappearing past your lips and down your throat.

her hands are in it too, her strong, beautiful hands, that are capable of grounding you down against the plastic cock when you can’t keep up anymore. of pulling your hair and pushing it further into your mouth until tears are burning in your eyes and you’re grinding down against absolutely nothing.

you must’ve been gotten lost in your own thoughts because your phone vibrates in your hand and your gaze falls back on the screen. a new message has popped up on your screen.

“enjoying yourself?”

you have just enough time to read it before another message comes in. a video, you notice.

you scoot back on the pillows and get comfy, legs bending at the knees and head held by the softness of said pillows, and tap on it with a curious look on your face.

your jaw drops when the video of robin starts playing, taking over your entire screen.

it’s filmed from a rather low angle, putting the toy in the focus of the camera. but that’s ultimately not what makes your jaw drop, though it would be enough. it isn’t robin’s hand either, at least not at first. because at first, she just holds it up a little, just like she would if you were kneeling in front of her, to tap it against your tongue.

what leaves your mouth agape and your already soaked cunt clenching around nothing is the string of saliva she spits upon the head of the strap.

you suck in a breath, but robin isn’t done yet.

she uses the hand she held the strap with to wrap around the head and stroke the toy. her head drops back and you can hear a raspy, low groan falling from her lips in the background. she repeats both the motion and the action of spitting on it, before the video cuts off.

“oh my god” you whisper to yourself “oh my god”

you press your thighs together to avoid clenching around nothing again but there’s no point. you want her. need her. need her to fill you up, need her to pound into you form whatever angle she pleases until you’re sore. spit on it like she’s done in the video and fuck it back into you.

you look back down at the video. your mouth still hangs open and you’re sure you’re resembling a fish on land.

but your phone screen has changed. it doesn’t show the video no longer. now there’s something else.

an incoming call from robin.

[planetdream]

Types of mafia bosses/position in the gang for skz? I've got the brain rot for this lately I blame the pics of them in suits and shit; I just imagine loads of tattoos too and yep I may do this to myself. But anyways, thoughts? Or thots?

can't wait to find out who of them is the first to get a real tattoo 😻😻 i will go batshit fr but i do love me some good organized crime (goodfellas is one of my favorite movies of all time, and ive written scarface fanfic, been thinking about watching the sopranos) also so so so sorry bc this was sent in may and clearly I took my sweet time answering this 🥺

cw; organized crime (i just love saying that) (non desc.) violence n drugs n sex 😻😻

let me preface this by saying, bear with me, because although i gave this a lot of thought, it lowkey reads like a random cluster thoughts lmao. anyway, i came to the conclusion that if i ever were to potentially expand on this concept more 👀👀👀 that in my head, the boys are split into two crime families, with chan and minho being the two bosses. think of their dorm arrangements (3racha/hyune + minho and the minhoettes; if those are still their arrangements ? lol). i would also say the two families are on fairly decent terms.

chan, or should I say, chris, is the stereotypical mob boss who chooses to shield his lover from the violence and drug side of his work—but has no issue showering them with the drug and violence money. if you haven't seen goodfellas, there's a scene where karen asks henry for money to go shopping before he leaves, and he gives her half of this thick stack of cash before she drops to her knees and well... yeah. not sure why, but it gives channie vibes, imo. like he hates to be pulled away from his work, but if his baby needs him for a few minutes, even an hour or two, it isn't a problem.

i'd say as a mob boss, he's one that lurks in the shadows—he likes to protect his peace, to an extent. he'll pop out and show his face every once in a while to remind others of his territory. he's always going to get his lick back, but he plays things strategically as he's not someone who makes brash decisions; it might not happen now, but it will happen. he also tries to give back to his community and those who raised him within his neighborhood, etc. he's all about strong family bonds and despite him being feared; despite all the blood and threats, the violence and damage; he craves to be loved.

changbin, strikes me as someone who is eternally faithful to the family. maybe..even to a fault (if this were a scorsese film, i feel he'd be one of the last to be murdered; and it probably happens off screen lol). but because he is loyal, he is most definitely chan's second in command, a real right hand man. if anything has happened to chan, then changbin knows that he must not hesitate, he must not mourn or act out—but to learn from chan and play things strategically. he must assume the role of the don. off topic, imo, he's someone that might show off his partner. bringing them to poker nights so all the others can drool over them. his lover is his prize and he'd go above and beyond for them. (has definitely been set up by a lover so he doesn't trust easily, but when he does, whew, he falls head first)

hyunjin is in it for the moneyyyy.. feel like he just wants to show off and get girls (and the mens...👀) and do drugs. he just wants to have fun, most importantly. life is like a video game to him; he's kinda just doing a bunch of side quests—but he knows everyone and everything, a real socialite. kinda perceive him as a friend of the mob who has serious drug connects. since he's everywhere all the time, just being in others business feeling like the cops would be trying for yearsss to pin him on murder or intent to distribute charges but they've only got him for possession once.

now jisung confuses me just a bit. originally i wrote this paragraph about how jisung and felix remind me of lenny from shark tale (another scorsese classic, sorta). they don't seem to be cut out for the life of crime and would rather just leave and be their true selves. but them mfs r not sharks!! leaving can be potentially dangerous and often has consequences (and those two would like to keep their fingers and well, their lives).

that being said, i had been internally debating on whether or not jisung would be perceived as someone who could potentially squeal if pressured heavily—which definitely would affect his rank/status.... but I think he's dedicated to prove himself in the life he was given. likely starts of simple; he's selling drugs n stuff. then, he's even handled a couple hits—so now he's looked at with respect when around everyone. and if he's honest, to be accepted and respected means a lot to him. he almost wears his murder count with such pride. has been told time and time again, not to act irrationally.

minho, is ruthless, and would like for his other half to be equally as ruthless. for that reason, he doesn't care to shield any of his work from you, and often asks for your opinion on things. if you're in the club and somebody hits on you or tries to start shit he wants you to be able to handle yourself; thus he recognizes you are your own person and not his property. i feel like minho would want to damn near fear his lover. yet I also view him as someone who is nowhere near ready for a relationship (doesn't have the time, he says) but is always at the right longitude and latitude to fuck yk?

because min is a scorpio I am also inclined to say that he is also a boss that lurks in the shadows—pulling strings behind the scenes. he's not a show off and he's not much of a talker either so but you better believe his actions speaks volumes. he fears no one and will more than definitely make sure he makes an example out of those who fuck up. low-key god complex; everything works out in his favor, especially if he's the last one standing.

nobody knows felix is apart of a crime family and he likes to keep it that way. he flies under the radar and because of it, he's made things that seem impossible happen. he gives a very trustworthy vibe, people feel comfortable around him—he deceiving them. but it's gotten him certain connections, through certain doors, and he's learned heavy secrets (blackmail champion). his kill count is unknown. no like he flies so far under the radar, not much is known about him. still, he says a lot about himself without saying too much.

thinking that seungmin is minho's right hand—his MOST trustworthy. yet I can also see seungmin as someone who may have ulterior motives: he's making his own moves and plays behind everyones back and can be perceived as untrustworthy if anyone knew simply due to the nature of what he's doing (building his own empire maybe who knows) honestly gives hitman vibes if im real (I think there's a very thin line between hitman and serial killer yk and well...hitmen don't take trophies...) seungmin is fr someone who shouldn't be crossed. isn't into dating but he might fuck around once or twice

jeongin chases that dream to be a Made Man™ since being a kid (similar to henry in goodfellas) I would say that he's really reliable. well, until he's not. he's handsome and the ladies love him, what can he say? thus, he stays IN the club unless there's an important play to be made. he's crossed between living his young life [drugs, parties, fucking] and going for his dreams and really committing to the mob life. every so often he has phase where he's getting back into the loop of things until something traumatic happens then he's off on a 4 day binger,,

very interesting indeed.....would love to chat more on this hmm

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Sofia makes her Priscilla Film.

But despite this, somehow, Gigi becomes friends with Jacob. So instead of the pitting Austin and Jacob against each other because of Elvis portrayals -and, as Gigi likes to call it “Miss Beaulieu’s Latest” -we get pap pics of Austin, Gigi,

and Jacob out for breakfast/dinner dates. Jacob may entertain petty notions of stealing Gigi from Austin due to Kaia Revenge Syndrome. Gigi assures him she likes him just fine, even if he’s too tall and pinched faced to play her man and much too skinny to really carry any real gravitas. ☺️

she just collects Elvises. it’s what she does.

In fact, older MILF Gigi, who has come out of her long reclusion and is now wreaking havoc on the world with her pretty toy boy actor boyfriend, is now a fiend to Young Hollywood. I mean, this is the woman who Elvis bought Vogue Mag for, just to feature her more often. Now sharing rights with Lovey, she retakes an interest in those editorials and in art and fashion in general. Our world suffers benefits from it. She has a group chat with just about every eligible young man clique, a girls gossip one and a very messy and lurching one of Baron (her son’s) exs.

Then, imagine who might tackle a Gigi Biopic?

Uncensored and unrestrained, a fuckfest of unapologetic love and insanity between a twenty year old and a man over twice her senior who she loved without boundaries all his life? Hmm.

Maybe Emerald Fennel. We do already have tub slurping, c’mon now.

A scene of Gigi practicing on a random truck driver makes it onto the film. Casting difficulties arise when Baron objects to anyone who he’s had relations with playing his mother. That nixes 89% of the blondes in Hollywood.

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The Heartthrob on the Silver Screen (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 2.1k

Author's Note: This is very loosely a combination of my Soft!Dom! Steven fic and "I Can Read You like a History Book", with Steven getting his own back on the reader this time 😊 Thank you to everyone sending me these headcanons, please send more Steven requests/thots anytime 💕

The Heartthrob on the Silver Screen (Steven Grant)

On paper, it might seem somewhat boring to have a reliable schedule of activities with your boyfriend, but the little routine you had going with Steven had grown to mean the world to you. Through each regularly scheduled date you saw him come out of his shell more and more, growing more comfortable hosting you in his cosy apartment than he would have ever thought possible before you came into his life, effortlessly lighting up every dark corner. As his confidence had grown, so had his ability to express himself, finally putting words to his feelings and no longer resisting the urge to take hold of you when the opportunity arose, making you feel like the single most appreciated person in the universe.

Friday night meant movie night for you and Steven, your film choice this week, excitedly rushing to his familiar flat to inflict yet another rom-com upon him. Not that Steven ever complained about your choice of film, happily obliging any request you had for him as long as he spent the evening with you in his arms. But you could tell the films you chose hadn't exactly captured his attention in the past, unaware that having you so close ensured nothing in this world could draw Steven's focus away.

Tonight as you settled into your rightful spot next to him, Steven spreading his legs to allow you rest between them, your back pressed to his chest, bum nestled tightly between his thighs, he watched as you became enthralled in this week's narrative, his attention solely on you. Steven loved having you in such close proximity, the scent of your shampoo filling his nostrils as he nestled his face into your neck, feeling your muscles tense and relax as the drama began to unfold, each shift of your body weight rubbing against him in a way that drove him slowly insane as he worked up the nerve to touch you back.

As Steven watched your every move, this evening's choice of film descended into a particularly steamy scene between the leads, and while what played out on screen didn't catch his attention, your reaction certainly did. If he hadn't been observing you with quite so much devotion he might have missed the small clench of your thighs, rubbing together slightly as a blush flushed into your cheeks. Thoroughly entranced by the slight adjustment, Steven's mind flooded with possibilities, determined to make this movie one of your favourites by the end of the night.

He could hear the slight catch of your breath as his large, warm hand settled on the top of your thigh, the other arm coiling slowly over your waist to ensure you stayed put while he had his fun. You could feel the familiar tingle of excitement stirring in your stomach as Steven squeezed the soft flesh of your leg, gently easing it away from the other to ensure his hand could reach everywhere he wanted to. It was almost embarrassing how quickly you could feel yourself getting worked up, the feeling of Steven's strong grip taking hold of you enough to send your heart racing as his fingers danced in soft circles over your skin. Each faintly traced line allowed his hand to drift a little higher, thanking every deity he believed in for the pretty skirt you'd come over in that night.

"Are you enjoying the film love?" He whispered softly in your ear as his fingers grazed the edge of your underwear, feeling you tense against his hold as you nodded your head. "Did you think I wouldn't notice you rubbing those cute little thighs together? I notice everything about you sweetheart." He breathed, fingers brushing over the soft fabric of your panties with just enough pressure to send a spark of pleasure coursing through you. His arm gripped your waist tighter as he began to rub smooth strokes through the fabric over your clit, watching your head fall back against his shoulder at the relief of his touch. He kissed your face gently with a bow of his head, drinking in the content look on your face as his fingers began to move a little faster, finding a steady pace that had you sighing his name softly into the air. He kept his touch soft and sensual, teasing your clit with the exceptional friction of the fabric, slick starting to spread so the tips of his fingers felt even more sublime over your sensitive bud. Steven ignored the aching need growing in sweatpants as he felt your stomach begin to tighten under his arm, his grip keeping you pressed tightly against where he craved you most as he heard a small whine fall from your lips as you reached the crest of your pleasure, riding out the wave to his perfect touches, your chest rising and falling in a way that left Steven wanting more.

As the bliss of cumming began to subside, you tried to turn around, ready to feel more of Steven and return the favour as he sweet touches. Instead his arm around you kept you fixed in place, his voice lower, darker as he spoke again,

"Where are you going darling, there's still so much of the film left." His ankles hooked over yours, keeping your legs in place as his fingers dipped inside the sticky fabric of your underwear, humming happily at the wet mess he found inside.

"Mmm, you're so wet love, is that for the film or for me?" He teased, tilting his shoulder slightly to cast your gaze back to the screen, the characters once again locked in an amorous embrace.

"All for you Steven." You managed to moan out, his thumb starting a new assault on your clit, rubbing rapid circles through the glossy slick, the sensation making you jolt against him.

"Thank you love, you really are such a good girl for me." He purred, eyes flicking between your squirming hips and twisting face. You could feel the moans pouring out of you as he rubbed over your slit, his fingers exploring your entrance without ever dipping inside enough to give you satisfaction where the greatest ache was building.

"Fuck, Steven." You let out with a gasp as his hand on your waist began to drift upwards under your sweater, feather light touches grazing over your nipples, the new sensation overwhelming in the current of pleasure already washing over you.

"Maybe later love, I've gotta get you all warmed up first haven't I?" He chuckled sweetly in your ear, watching your thighs start to tremble of their own accord, body trying to escape the overstimulation and at the same time desperate to feel him plunge deep inside you.

"Please Steven, I'm ready, I need your cock." You begged, trying not to succumb to the next orgasm rapidly building in your centre until you had Steven inside you.

"Needy girl." Steven teased at your desperation, pinching your nipple slightly between his fingers and basking in the way your body jolted towards him, "How about this? You keep watching the film, and when I feel you start to clench around this," He slipped one soaked finger into your hole, rubbing your walls in time with his thumbs steady rhythm, "I'll know you're ready for my cock." He kissed your forehead before nodding back to the screen, watching as you fought to keep your eyes open, breathy moans drowning out the dialogue so just the characters carefully directed intimacy was left on screen. Even with him limbs restricting your movements, Steven could feel your hips squirming against his throbbing manhood as you started to come unravelled again, this time louder and messier than before. The gentle shapes traced over your nipples had your back arching into his touch as you felt yourself clench down around his one unsatisfactory digit, his unrelenting attention to your clit leaving your pussy aching to be filled by your sweet boyfriend as a fresh wave of wet excitement coated his hand, and your underwear, which he was all too happy to remove for you. Your legs seemed unable to lift themselves as he tugged the soaked panties down your thighs, tucking them in his pocket to ensure there'd be nothing in his way if he wanted to continue this worship of your body later that night, picturing himself running his tongue between your folds just as you thought you were about to drift off to sleep.

Finally freeing himself from the straining fabric of his sweatpants he pulled you up onto his lap, running his length teasingly through your folds, watching you flinch every time his glistening tip hit your throbbing clit,

"Are you sure I shouldn't make you cum a few more times before I give you this?" He asked with the hottest sincerity as he tapped your clit again, your pleasure meaning far more to Steven that his own.

"I need you inside me Steven, please." You cried, shifting desperately in his lap, trying to line him up with your entrance, aching for relief.

"So good for me." He groaned proudly as he finally thrust himself inside you, filling you up completely and making your whole body shake as your aching core started to get the friction it craved. "You have to hold still love." He teased as he pulled your back against his chest, one hand still latched to your chest, keeping you still as he bent his knees and use his new found leverage to buck his hips up into you harshly. Words were beyond your grasp as Steven sang out your praises, each buck of his hips punctuated with a verbal token of affection, matched by a brush of your nipple and a graze of your clit. Your whole body felt alive with pleasure, every wave of sensation making you melt against Steven's touch, helpless to hold back as the pressure inside you started to build again.

"You feel so good love, so perfect for me. Like I was made to be inside you. Every bit of you so perfect for me to play with," His fingers giving your clit a moment of respite from his strumming as he moved his hand to your ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze before letting his fingers explore it's curves, "I bet if we got you excited enough, you'd let me in here too," He breathed excitedly, own hips bucking erratically at the thought as his slick finger traced the tight ring of muscle no-one had ever touched before.

"Steven!" You cried out almost painfully overwhelmed, every part of you alight from the gentle touch, unsure if you wanted him to give you a break, or never stop at all. His fingertip brushed the clenched hole again, watching you struggle against his grip before his hand settled back between your thighs, gathering up the drips he'd drawn from you there before returning to your clit with renewed attention. His fingers worked flat, broad strokes over you, rhythm as unrelenting as the bouncing ruts of his hips as fought to groan out,

"We'll save that for another night, for now I want one more, for me (y/n), let me feel you cum on my cock, let me hear how good you are." Your every muscle in your body seemed to shake at once as you came again, the clench of your walls making you feel even tighter around Steven, your name filling the air as his own release filled you, another intense wave of pleasure you rode out before crashing back to earth, all but collapsing in Steven's arms.

"You're amazing love." He sighed out happily, softly kissing the top of your head, not yet willing to remove his hands for you body as he eased himself out of you.

"You're amazing Steven." You half-moaned, every cells of your body still tingling as you tried to take your first steady breath in what felt like hours. Steven watched as your chest danced against his hand, noticing the slight trickle of his cum emerging between your legs.

"You know, we might have to start the film again. I've not been able to follow any of it." Steven joked, his laugh shaded with a dark edge, your stomach tightening again as his fingers finally withdrew from your clit, only to settle slightly lower, his middle finger pushing inside you, slowly fucking his own cum back where he felt it belonged.

Some people might find a schedule of dates with Steven boring, but you certainly never did.