#it has its moments

[slamrink]

magical things happening over in r/warriors

[jaymber]

Step-dad!Wade canon moments (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ)

[ Source : New Mutants (2019) #30 ]

[youreirrelevant]

Heat Lightning

pairing: kendall roy/reader

summary: It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. inconvenient.

“We gotta be quick. And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

words: 1078

tags: explicit, pwp (like, for REAL this time,) semi-public sex, established relationship, playful and quiet, unprotected sex, hair-pulling

a/n: Heat lightning is a summertime phenomenon where lightning- that is visible-is so far away that the sound of the thunder doesn’t reach you; it’s silent. That’s part of the reasoning for the title, but also, uhhh they gotta fuck fast and that's hot.

I wrote the bulk of this at 7am, and then did a little editing later, so it's not a masterpiece but it's fun ig. (Also, once again, not the one I keep promising but I swear that will be done.)

It was a bad time for that night’s tension to reach its peak. Or maybe just.. an inconvenient time.

Some janitors' closet. Roomy enough, walls lined with wire racks. The door isn’t even closed fully before his hands are on you, pulling your lips to his with palms and fingers pressed in on the sides of your face. Sloppy; your lipstick will be everywhere, but luckily it’s in your purse, too.

“We gotta be quick.”

You look up at him with wide, eager eyes and nod. The door has no lock, so he leaves the light off to draw less attention, to maybe buy some time if someone came in. Just enough to get your clothes straightened out.

Light streams in through the gaps around the door; it makes the white plastic coating of the shelves on the wall seem to glow, the most reflective. He turns you to face them, presses a hand on your back to bend you, just a bit. You brace yourself on the shelf; your forehead almost knocks against the one above it. Kendall’s rough as he pulls your dress up, (your thong down,) and it makes your knees wobble, floods your stomach with so much heat it kind of hurts.

“And you have to be, fucking– quiet.”

The clink of his belt seems obnoxious in comparison. His voice is hushed- stern. The music from the gala is really only vibrations now, minimal bass making the floor buzz.

“I will be.”

You sound so impatient that it makes him grin. Pulling his hand over himself a few times.

“Uh-huh. I’m certainly convinced.”

The head of his cock just barely presses into you, not even really in. His grip on your waist stops you from just pushing your hips backward onto his, taking him.

“Y-you’re the one that’s gonna have to worry about being quiet,” you're damn near whining already.

He rolls his eyes- affectionately- grips your shoulder- the span between your neck and the downward slope of your arm- firmly. It’s soothing, in a way, steadying, as he uses that hold to make you meet his hips that push forward.

Okay. It’s already hard. Aching- he makes you ache. Your head does bump the shelf, tipped forward from relief. You have to stop yourself from breathing not to make a sound. When he almost completely pulls out before easily gliding back in, you can’t help but choke out a soft moan, startled by the chilled jolt it sends up your spine, the goosebumps that raise over your arms.

He shushes you, right as his hips start into a snapping, purposeful rhythm. The way your whole body slumps, gives to him, makes his cock hurt.

You want to see him. You want to see him so fucking bad. You can hear his breathing- sometimes he’ll huff, grunt from the effort. Kendall tucks his lower lip in over his teeth, bites it, flattens his top one in, too. The back of his neck tingles, his stomach clenches. He’s got both hands on your shoulders now, rougher- you only have so much time.

Your hands are all over, trying to find something to grab, release some of the urge to make noise through the tightening of your fingers. One hand grasps at the wire rack that’s at eye level, fingers slipping into gaps- the other presses against your stomach, slides down to scratch at your upper thigh. The texture of his cock, the wetness slipping over him, getting into his pubic hair to then be pressed back into your skin- you feel everything.

Finally slipping your hand between your thighs, rubbing over your clit that was practically buzzing, itching with need. It’s deep- feels like it’s tapped deep within you, past the center of your abdomen, into a wormhole. You’re trembling beneath him, heels clacking against the floor a few times, dully. The tension winds up into your throat, stills your breathing. You’re so tight around him he can’t help but groan, restrained, smothered by his buttoned-up mouth.

When it finally releases, it seems only natural that it pulls the loudest possible moan from you.

He was pretty much poised for it, hand clapping over your mouth so fast, grinning and stifling laughter as he fucked you through it, feeling your heavy, irregular breathing over the top of his index finger.

“I fucking knew you were gonna do that.”

He sounds delighted and cocky.

“That was so fucking loud.”

His hand pulls away. You’re gasping for air. The giddiness feels fluttery in his chest.

“I’m sorry. I really tried.”

“I know you did,” somehow the way he whispers it makes it even more patronizing.

The ego boost alone could’ve got him there. Fist in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to make your back arch. There’s really no point in trying to be quiet anymore; the unmistakable sound of skin slapping together each time your hips meet has to be audible to anyone that might walk down this hallway. But he really doesn’t care, keeps up the brutal pace, feels his own abdomen tighten, tightens his fist, digs blunt nails into your waist.

It almost sounds like he’s crying, choking down sobs, the way his breathing staggers out from his nose when he cums. Long, deep strokes, dragging it out. He does let you press back into him, then, his tenuous grasp on restraint, the way he throbs inside you makes you want more. His eyes flutter as he resigns himself to pulling out, remembering where you were and where you were supposed to be. Doesn’t say a word as he straightens himself, trying to steady his breathing. Slacks buttoned, zipped. Shirt tucked back in. You stand up, dress falling down around your feet, thighs slipping against each other in a way that makes you feel hot.

Even in the darkness- eyes having adjusted to the minimal light- Kendall can see what a mess you are. Dark smudges under your eyes, across your cheeks, color indiscernible. You run your thumb over your middle finger, self-conscious about someone somehow looking and seeing it glisten, even though it has mostly dried, even though that’s the least obvious sign.

The way he looks at you makes it clear. The smudges across his own cheeks make it even clearer.

“They’re gonna know, aren’t they?”

He smooths a hand over your hair in an attempt to right it, trying his best to seem unphased.

“I think they’ll live.”

[venomtheally]

Watching Twin Peaks for the first time rn and I’ll admit I was kind of only half paying attention just now, but… can anyone explain why this scene of Harry explaining fish sex to Coop while gifting him a special fishing tackle thingy is coming across so romantic and/or sensual??? Like distractingly so??? Scored by the gentle synth music of Angelo Badalamenti… Harry softly and intimately explaining that horny fish won’t be able to resist the sexy tackle… HELP

[freckleslikestars]

The many facial expressions of Dana Katherine Scully

THE X-FILES | 10.03 Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster

[accidental-spice]

*channels my PMS-induced rage into cleaning*

[clonerightsagenda]

Kingmaker History's stance on organized crime and scamming people seems to be that it's fine until the protagonists don't like it but frankly I think the spiritualist who ran a special adults only full contact show after dark was onto something. I wouldn't be surprised if irl Victorian spiritualists were running sexy seances too. You can only attend so many mummy unwrappings.

[m00kieblaylock]

Moving to a rural town last year has been difficult after living in suburbia close to the city most of my life. Because of the very stereotypically but highly accurate community 😓 conservative and ignorant to the big picture of the world and being far away from everything

But I will say, laying down on a quiet night with clean, fresh air and hearing rain on the tin roof is something special

[cyb3rsynths]

is it crazy to say ive been thinking about danganronpa a lot recently

[zevsarainai]

Tried to watch the atla live action with my friend today.... we only managed to get through the first two episodes

[steelyvamp]

college radio stations play either the best or worst shit you've ever listened to in your life

[platypusisnotonfire]

My twin brother and I in his kitchen at midnight, finishing each others sentences, talking about old a sci-fi shows we used to watch, he’s making an Alfredo sauce and I’m cleaning the microwave, laughing harder than I have in months, without thinking he cuts a piece of Parmesan in half and hands it to me to choose, the way our grandmother made us do to keep from arguing over which half was bigger

Me: these are the times that are good, I think

[strhwaberries]

bestie you’re a teacher? my condolences

unfortunately yes :((

[channelzombieheart-blog]

Meet Helena!

She loves music, except that preppy bubblegum pop crap 😤

Cringe with her in Scarred 2 Luv! Coming Soon!

[verecunda]

I do love how during the final battle(s) of FFX-2, when you hear the spectral voices of Braska, Auron and Jecht cheering you on, Braska’s all like “Don’t be afraid, Yuna, your friends are your strength 😌😌” while the other two are just like “FUCK IT UP YUNA, KILL IT RIGHT IN THE FACE!!!”

Those lads. ❤️

[tiredgatt0]

The first gif!! One of my favorite random moments

SKYE IN EVERY EPISODE 1.05, Girl in the Flower Dress