#it's a long sleeve top and cargo pants

[astridcookie]

we shall see if my mother will let me wear my Incredibly Slutty Outfit to the Show

[sillyandquiteawkward]

casual secondo my beloved

[feelin-frazzled]

HELPPP how do I fag it up at the record store on saturday while also staying immensely warm because it's gonna be 30 degrees

[roseband]

ew he's in nyc for some boring luxury brand's launch

[textilelab]

White Mountaineering

Fall 2023

Look 20

[wormtiddies]

idk why people make outfit repeating such a big deal. I’m abt to wear the same outfit for the third day in a row tomorrow (it’s washed don’t u worry ur pretty little head) bc it makes me feel GOOD and CONFIDENT. no one knows but me. who’s gonna come up to me and question me? that’s right. no one. go outfit repeat. go be that main character who doesn’t change outfits. live ur truth

[emsleyanbluejay]

hm. should i put that old man in a crop top.

[buzzardss]

i love dressing for hiking

[nouearth]

feel the rush.

tom holland x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. rushing a fraternity is highly-competitive, and all-so overwhelming. if it was up to you, you wouldn't have participated in the first place. fortunately, tom was here to provide you all of the shortcuts in receiving a bid to the greek life, as long as you did a bang-up job.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. one-shot [ 5.5k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 college!au 〳 frat!tom 〳brief alcoholic drinking 〳 closeted!reader 〳 reader is kinda religious coded 〳 sexual content: top!tom, bottom!reader, breeding, kissing, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), humiliation, dirty talk, muscle worship, scent!kink.

“You know you’re not exactly dressed for the occasion, right?”

The door closed behind Tom, sectioning you off from the party. The atmosphere of the event was tangible regardless. Strong beats throttled from wall to wall, tremors from a familiar song tickling your feet. Chants, albeit muffled, were resonant as you could only presume that someone executed a keg stand for the nth time of the night.

Chug, chug, chug, chug, and the crowd roared as if downing a keg of beer prevented Earth from being infiltrated by extraterrestrials. Granted, that was within the best scenario, in which alcohol and everything loud and deafening like university students wanting to fit in were highly toxic to those devious space invaders.

“What—how do you mean? Rushing is pretty formal, isn’t it? That’s what my mom tells me, anyway.”

You felt small from Tom’s comment, taking a peek at yourself in his mirror and shamefully finding nothing out of the ordinary with your white dress shirt, polka-dotted tie, and khaki pants. Though, you had to be honest. It wasn’t a fair assessment, considering you were judging under the purple hue of his dim lights. The compact size of his room certainly didn’t help either.

“Yes and no. Obviously, you don’t want to look like a slob. But you also don’t want to stand out too much. You’re not going to be a Greek if you wear Ralph Lauren from head to toe—that’s obnoxious. It looks like your mum dressed you for the Lord’s Supper or someone’s granddad, which is frankly the worst offender: don’t look like a square.”

“These are all I have—duly noted—so, it’s okay to dress… like you then? Won’t I blend in with everyone else?”

Tom wore a snapback, a blue polo, and white cargo shorts—which was brazen of him considering the amount of drinking and bile you had seen before the party had even began. It was simple to replicate. If it was your mother’s judgement, she would have all the men and women cover up their legs and arms, while embarrassingly leaving you as the prime example of what a gentleman should dress like.

But your mother wasn’t here, was she? Which meant, you could enjoy the holy sight of Tom’s biceps threatening to burst his shirt at the sleeve, his bulky chest at the placket—all for a little while longer before your intuition stepped in at the call of your mother, and forced those thoughts to scurry off.

That was ungentlemanly.

“That’s the point. You blend in, which means you put in the extra effort to get you noticed by the brothers—by us. Outfit aside, I reckon you’re off to a mighty start. Could be a pledge if you keep this up. I’m certainly noticing you,” Tom muttered after taking a sip of his beer, backing you with small, but imposing steps, until your ankles knocked against the footer of his bed, making you fall back. “Here, loosen up.”

He handed you his beer can.

“I don’t—“

“Just a sip to get in the mood. Not asking you to get blackout drunk here, Christ.”

“Sorry, mama.” You tipped the can into your mouth and instantly, the first taste of lager made you grimace, your face and body shriveling up like the bitter bubbles in the back of your throat. “That’s not… pleasant.”

“You get used to it.”

You were an easy target, weren’t you?

All you had to do was lurk around the party like a lost puppy, head and shoulders down as if the entire objecting of rushing was the complete opposite of being noticeable, and then Tom came around to your aid. He flashed that confident, gorgeous smile of his, immediately knowing you’d do anything to receive a bid from anyone at Alpha Kappa Psi, to be a pledge, without ever doing the hard-work of politely boasting about yourself to complete strangers.

Using your body was easier.

“You’ve done this before?” Tom took the can out of your hand and set it on his desk. He joined you at the foot of the bed after, his thigh touching yours. Then his hand on your knee, rubbing to simultaneously appease those nervous twiddling fingers of yours, and to warm you up.

“Yes—but don’t tell my mom, all right? She doesn’t know that I’m—Just… a couple of hook-ups back at home. Nothing much.” You nervously laughed to fill the silence, watching Tom’s hand warm your knee in gentle strokes that seem to ascend closer to your thigh with every cycle.

He stopped at your inner thigh. “I don’t plan on it unless you do a bad job. And/or your ass somehow rips my dick off and I need someone to take accountability for your actions.”

Your body straightened when Tom began kneading at your tender skin. “Not funny, I mean it.”

“Relax, I’m not telling your mom. It’ll be fun…” With one smooth motion, Tom turned his snapback around, the visor facing the back, and his mouth lowered to the shell of your ear. “And if I can be honest…? It turns me on knowing you’re hiding such a dirty secret from your poor mother.”

There was a shuffling, and then a firm grip on your nape that made your breath hitch. Before your instincts to pull away could react, Tom drew you in for a pressing kiss.

You breathed in, sucking the taste of liquor into your lungs, and trailed after the sweep of his lips. His nose smashed against yours, you could practically hear him inhaling you, and you barely got a sound out before your lips were pushed apart with Tom’s wet tongue. He tasted of familiar lager, yet certainly much more appetizing than drinking from the source itself as you pressed closer to him, welcoming him into your mouth with messy licks to the slithering muscle.

“Mm…”

Electricity shot up your spine when his tongue began properly mingling with yours. Sparks ricocheted off your cranium, then back down to your toes, where they flexed and brought the rest of your legs onto Tom’s bed. Heat flushed through your veins, the kiss all-consuming like Tom had needed your moans to survive. He drew you in closer, holding you close, exploring your mouth with his. You let out small whimpers and pressed into him, drowning yourself in his groans as your hand experimented with desperate tugs and kneads to his growing erection. He licked and nipped at your lips in revenge, countering your touch with a much more brazen hand down your khakis and briefs, toying with your bare chub in his palm.

“Had my eyes on you since you walked through that door,” Tom’s breath spilled over your neck, kissing at the stretch of skin in between the seconds of stripping your clothes off and his after. “You stuck out like a sore thumb. Have no idea why you thought you even had a chance, but then I thought about it for longer, watching you stick to the walls, observing everyone, drinking our punch. I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”

You were lost in this sanity. Your lips were swollen and nearly numb from use, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. They tingled in all the right ways, sending signals to your exposed cock, throbbing out in the open air after many clumsy movements of shimmying yourself out of your pants and briefs.

You helped Tom with his clothes, fingers swiping across his muscular back when you pulled off his polo, palms brushing over his toned thighs when it came to undoing his shorts. Surprisingly, no briefs to remove after, which made you even harder, even when you were nearly assaulted in the face with the spring of his erection.

All of Tom was impressive, especially his hard, thick cock.

“Mom told me to make some friends—“

When Tom returned his grasp onto your nape and pushed your head toward his groin, you lost all semblance of self-control. He held you close enough to smell his cock, but far enough to deprive you the pleasure of having him in your mouth. He smelled salty, something of sweat that made your nostrils flare for more, so you pushed your head. You sniffed, lowering yourself until your nose was buried into his heavy balls, and inhaled your curiosities.

The aroma of Tom’s musk was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. It was intoxicating. The scent was strong and pure when you pressed in. It was here, a pungent assault to your nose when you took another indulgent breath of his sweaty balls, and your senses went haywire when Tom’s fingers dug into your nape, scraping sweet lines of fire across the nape of your neck, and pulled you over his leaking cock.

Your inability to control yourself was as much of an arousal for Tom, judging by how his cock was twitching with every breath you took to fight off the urge in gulping him down.

“Wow, you really are a momma’s boy, aren’t you? Bet you have her constantly in your mind, telling you what’s right from wrong, don’t you? Tell me, what’s she saying while you’re sucking me off?”

“I don’t know what—mmf!”

Just like that, your mouth was full of Tom’s smell, full of him, god. Your eyes snapped shut and you choked down a moan as you took his thick cock into your mouth at the help of Tom’s bruising grip. One hand braced on his toned and flexed thigh while the other was wrapped around his shaft, holding him steady in your mouth. Your lips wrapped snug around him, hallowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue over veins—multiple veins that were the source of his pre-cum leaking into your mouth like a broken faucet.

Salt spread on your tongue, wakening every taste bud to an early bloom as you squeezed and stroked him at the base, forcing out more drips of pre-cum onto your tongue.

“Fuck, your mouth’s so warm…” His eyes widened at the warm and wet embrace of your tongue slobbering over his cock, groaning at the obscene sounds of your saliva spit-shining his shaft as he was leaning on his elbows. “God, look at you.”

“I’m doing okay…?” You gasped after pulling his cock out of your mouth, spitting out the thick, droopy web of saliva that connected your lips to Tom’s shaft back over the plump, swollen glans. You looked up at him for approval, wide-eyed and dazed, recovering from the stretch Tom had provided your mouth seconds prior.

When you needed a breather, you licked at the underside of his cock, tending to the inches you couldn’t possibly fit inside of your mouth with multiple tantalizing strokes of your hand. You spread your spit thick over his hard flesh, massaging every spit bubble until his cock and balls were moisturized with the slick of your mouth.

“Better than I could imagine, honestly…” Tom marveled with a chuckle, exhaling slow and deep from his gut to seemingly keep himself from spilling too early from your unrelenting strokes. His toes wiggled in his socks, a tic you found yourself simpering about because it was rather the opposite of Tom’s imposing demeanor.

He pressed two fingers against his own tongue, slicking it up with spit, before shoving them into your mouth to get a second opinion on your cock-sucking skills. Tom hummed, his hand removed from your nape to hold your chin up while he watched you take his fingers, pumping them in and out of your tight, sucking lips.

He seemed pleased.

Somehow, it was more intimate sucking his fingers off. Tom was staring. He had always been, which made you nervous since he introduced himself to you. But he was staring, as if he could control your every move with a simple look, as if he was capable of communicating with you without uttering a word. His lips parted, his brow raised, and you quickly caught on to reflect upon his wishes, diligently opening your lips to welcome a third slicked up finger into your mouth.

Right then and there, you figured Tom had taken your brain cells hostage and forged them to work in his favor. Whatever he wanted, you were absolutely pleased to do without a single complaint peeping from your end.

He pulled out embarrassing sounds that would’ve gotten you stoned if your mother ever heard them from your room. His other hand worked on your leaking cock, massaging your testicles and palming the plump tip, because he can—because you let him.

You were Tom’s puppet, and your body was at his disposal.

“See? This is fun, right?”

He slid his fingers out of your mouth ever so-slowly, the dim light catching onto the trail of spit that bridged his fingers and your tongue with a magical glint. They eventually lost their sparkle when Tom was quick to bring his hand to your ass and wet your exposed rim with a finger, circling the flesh at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“M-mm…”

It was pathetic how deprived of touch you were.

Something as simple as a tease made you writhe on all fours. All it took was a lazy stroke of his finger for you to arch your back and draw your ass out. You couldn’t manage more than a moan as Tom guided you flat on your stomach and himself behind you, continuing his taunts after freshly lubing his fingers and throbbing cock.

Upon the next turn, Tom had the generosity of delivering you of a fill that had been making your cock leak into his sheets, that had been making you rock your hips like you were an animal in heat.

After pushing your legs apart, Tom slowly slid one finger inside of you, his mouth opening in rapport, but also in wonder, as your tight hole welcomed his thick digit in with such warmth, your body locking up as pleasure entered your body.

“C-Christ…” you hissed, thighs clenching and ass squeezing around the foreign intrusion. Something like panic, mixed with agonizing, desperate need, froze you in your place, yet you could feel your body melt, beads of sweat forming over the slope of your tense shoulders and back muscles. Every contact point of your body meeting his, from his firm hand kneading your plump ass, to the tender push and pull of his finger, scorched.

“I don’t know, (M/N)… I don’t know if you can take my cock. My finger can barely move. Might have to call it a night…”

The thudding of your heart muffled your ears as Tom pressed in another finger after slowly working you open. Upon instinct, you closed your legs, only for Tom to spread them back apart before your sweaty thighs could meet, keeping yourself exposed and bare under his direction.

You chewed on a whimper, your face pressing into a pillow in your arms while Tom’s two fingers curled and pumped deep inside of you. You felt yourself pulsate around him, the tight ring of muscle unrelenting in its grip around his fingers, but Tom was determined to break you, another digit joining the pair of fingers, demeaning the tightness of your hole with an obnoxious whistle while pushing into your resistance. “Damn, look at that hole… barely fitting in three fingers.”

“N-no, I can take it. Please…” you gasped on an onslaught of curls, fast and repetitive until you were stretched enough for Tom to yank his fingers completely out of you and quickly feel withdrawal symptoms of his fill. Your thighs shook, your ass pushed out for more, your hole twitched in rapport—you murmured a whine that you needed Tom to hear, but was too self-conscious to let it be known, so you settled biting into his pillow to resist your throat from spilling.

“Such a shame. I thought you made the perfect fit for A.K.P., too.”

His touch was soft and exploring, smearing the sweat on your back over the expanse of your ass and covering it in a humiliating sheen that you’d reckon Tom was stroking himself to upon picking up on the lewd, slick sounds of lube sliding over something thick behind you.

“S-stop, stop, please. I-I’ve taken it before, just—give me a chance, yeah? Please? Hear me—feel me out?”

“You’re that desperate, huh? Don’t know if you need the pledge more, or my cock…”

“Your cock… Tom, please—“

“So, you wouldn’t mind if you received nothing in return, as long as my cock was inside of you? Fucking you? Breeding you?”

“No, I just—“

No, no, no. I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop. Your ass communicated those pleas in desperate wiggles. A strong smack to your ass cheeks meant to halt you in place, but it only made your hips more fervent as you graciously backed into the thick of Tom’s cock, reaching back and giving him a needy pump or two, then slid him against your crack.

A needy moan escaped when you felt the weight of his cock sandwiched between your cheeks.

“So, you don’t want my cock? I’m confused on what exactly you’re telling me. Hurry, before I lose my patience.”

You felt a stickiness to your rim. Peeking over your shoulder, you took a glimpse of Tom presumably tracing your hole with his cock and spreading his pre-cum thick over the smooth flesh. The small space grew humid with the tension between your body and his, heavy breaths adding onto the heavy air as Tom rocked into you, holding you by the waist, gliding his cock through the wetness of your lubed ass cheeks. His shaft rubbed over your hole, and your cock throbbed and leaked in between your legs at the chance that anytime now—Tom could breach you open, and fill you wondrously. Your hole clenched at the thought, aided by Tom’s hands pressing your cheeks tighter around his cock as it slid over you.

If only you could command your asshole to open, because you would’ve taken him in by now.

“I want you inside of me, Tom. F-forget the pledge, I just—I need something, someone inside of me. Please, just—Christ, fuck me. Fuck me with your thick cock. Fuck your cum into me. Fuck my ass until I’m nothing but a gaping hole dripping with your seed. Don’t even care if we never see each other again, please, Tom—”

Your eagerness took Tom by surprise, making him chuckle and slap his cock over your blinking hole before resuming on sliding his shaft against your crack, hopefully for one last turn. “Who knew you had such a potty mouth?”

You don’t know what drew you back to looking at Tom again. Maybe it was the hard, brawn structure of his body, cut straight from a sculpture of the most heroic Greek warrior. The firm lines of his abdominal muscles, or the way his snapback was adjusted backwards, emphasizing his soft, yet handsome looks. All in all, you didn’t mean what you said.

You would absolutely care if you never saw him again.

He was too good.

His rough hands over your ass, smacking them whenever you would try to angle your hips in a way to fit him in, were too good. His delicate kisses on your neck, back, and shoulders, quelling the tremble of your limbs, were too good. His soft lips, when you and him met halfway until your mouths were exchanging breaths, making the effort of holding yourself still against him excruciating, were too good.

Tom’s lips ghosted over yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You groaned as he supported your core with a strong hand, opening your mouth to take more. Every part of you, even the moisture in your body, wanted to touch him. You were sweating, drooling into his mouth, leaking into Tom’s palm when he wandered down to stroke your cock; all strong indicators that you were losing control, if you hadn’t already.

His voice, as he murmured something about your body in your ear while he was gathering you against him, was too good. His breath forced itself between your lips, breathing out a supply of oxygen into your mouth, into your lungs, to prepare you for the inevitable, and you had never felt so fragile before—especially so, when you found yourself quickly using up Tom’s oxygen when he pushed his cock into you without hesitation, without warning, your body hammered by a thousand needles in the process.

“T-Tom!” you hissed in a breath, but it only made the grip on your hips more strident when his thrust made you collapse back onto all fours. It wouldn’t be surprising if your skin was blemished with bruises the very next day with the way his fingers dug into your flesh.

Tom was generous enough to let you adjust to his size, indulging in the warmth and tightness of your entrance with only the tip of his plump cock despite feeling like he had toppled your backside with all of his body weight. Even then, those minuscule ruts were enough to make you whimper out of agony.

“So fucking tight…”

Tom pulled himself out and spread your ass cheeks apart, marveling and silently wondering to himself how he was going to puzzle himself inside of you. Some spit would surely help. He licked his fingers, then pressed it over your swollen hole, smoothing the skin before pushing the tip back in, having only a tenuous grasp on his self-control.

After the burning mellowed with the help of multiple deep exhales and kisses from Tom, you felt yourself finally unravel the moment he moved his hips. Your fingers raked against his abs as you reached back to pace his hips, palm on his pelvis to keep from completely ruining you. A shiver ran down the length of your spine as Tom smoothed a hand over your back, then kept it at the lower half, pushing deeper into you while he held you still. You made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, pleasured yet disoriented by the ample stretch Tom was providing you with. It gutted the fog of arousal, you could feel your hole instinctively pushing his cock out with overwhelmed pulses, but Tom was persistent, driving into you deeper— harder—the moment your body tried to resist him.

“Don’t mind it hard, right?” Tom asked against your ear, gruff in between his slow, yet deep strokes.

“Please,” you whimpered, barely getting the word out before Tom’s hand found its way to your mouth, covering it and holding your head back at the millisecond your answer registered in his brain, giving him the green light to pummel you relentlessly.

Your eyes popped open when Tom soared, bucking his hips wildly into you. Cries of pleasure, your whimpers and moans of being hammered with such overwhelming desire for your body, were muffled into the palm of Tom’s hand. He squeezed your cheeks, loud groans leaving your throat, and your torso arched into the mattress.

The brutal stretch was what you’d been needing. All this pent up sex drive that you had been harboring for so long came exploding out of you like molten lava, scorching your torso and all in effect. Your body was on fire, coupling with Tom’s as sweat dripped from his forehead, and somewhere onto your backside. Your mind emptied out while you hovered in the space between deprived arousal and complete ecstasy, only perfected by Tom’s cockhead screwing into your tight, clamping hole.

“Open,” Tom demanded with a huff, and you did as you were told at the prodding of his fingers. You welcomed him in with the parting of your lips, luring each digit with the curl of your wet tongue. “You like that? You like taking my hard cock like this? Fucking you open until you’re nothing but a hole? God, look at you drooling…”

As Tom pumped inside of you at a steady pace, angling his hips so he stretched you wider, you suckled on his fingers as they remained hooked over your mouth—you were starting to guess that he loved having them sucked, or at least, liked playing with the idea of having himself inside of you in more ways than one.

It was a messy affair. Pools of saliva leaked from either corners of your mouth. The smell of sex was thickening in between the heavy pants that you and Tom would collectively exile. It wouldn’t be long until your body was drenched in sweat, and you’d come to realize that you wouldn’t be alone in that department. Tom had his sweaty arm around your throat, pushing all of his body weight onto you and gutting you open with the deep hammering of his thrusts. His chest rumbled with wild growls as he pounded into you from behind, burying your hole to the root of his shaft, fucking you with the salacious sound of his heavy and musky sack slapping against your sweat-stained taint. You whimpered when his cockhead brushed past that sweet spot of yours, an unfamiliar feeling that you had no doubts in wanting to befriend.

“O-oh, that’s s-so g-good—“ You bit into his forearms, the thick vein pulsing through looking appetizing, and you were glad you did it because—it was like an ‘on’ switch for Tom.

“Taking my cock so well—your mom would be disgusted, wouldn’t she? Knowing her baby boy is taking a man’s cock. Want you to remember this. I don’t care how many cocks you had before me. I want you to remember what my cock feels like, digging deep inside of you. And when I’m done with you, I don’t want you coming home, crying to mommy—because I’ll never be done with you. Once you get your bid, you’re fucking mine.”

This was it.

This was Tom at his peak performance.

And your body was at his mercy.

He pulled out, flipped you over, then hooked your legs over his shoulders before resuming in his relentless rapture.

You stroked yourself to the image before you, a tight fist around your aching cock, squeezing from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum down your already sticky length, while your other hand toyed with your nipples, playing with the perky nubs.

Tom’s muscular body dripped in sweat. His teeth gritted as he struggled to control his volume. Glimpses of the base of his cock would appear when he would pull out, only to be hidden by the trimmed hairs of his pubic hair when he would shove himself back in, veins of his large cock throbbing and basking in your warmth. Hard and strong kisses layered your ankles while Tom’s pecs jiggled with every thrust he made. Even if you weren’t being fucked right now, you could get off to this. You could come right now, to the absolute bliss on Tom’s face as he buried himself deep inside of you, impaling you with his cock, moulding your hole to the shape of his shaft.

It enthralled you knowing how much pleasure your body gave Tom.

The squeaking of the bed roped everything together, gathering all sorts of noises—lewd sounds of sex and delirious desire—like a beautiful symphony. Your moans against his were the choir when Tom came down to kiss you hard on the mouth, sloppy and wet as he explored you open both ways. His tongue curious into your mouth and his thick cock rearranging your guts.

Your hands freely roamed over the expanse of his broad back, clutching and scratching at his back muscles when he curled his hips in a way that made you arch your body off the bed and knocked the breath out of you. God, he was so strong. So buff. You could feel his back muscles move in sync with his hips, flexing and flaring as he sank his cock deep into you. Your body stuttered, your eyes shut tight, tears nearly welling from the utter pleasure, shriveling as Tom would batter your prostate with better precision every time his hips came down on you. You couldn't be bothered to find the proper words to tell Tom how good he was making you feel, so you settled for a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and a daring scratch over the length of his spine.

That was telling enough, right?

Tom growled at the sting overloading his senses when you made your marks, grazing his teeth and lips over the palm of your hand when he reached back to take and hold the culprit of the forming welts before him. You and him shared a gaze, a kiss when he lowered himself and briefly settled on imposing you with strong, but slow and deep thrusts. To catch his breath. To catch yours. You both exchanged breaths, swapped saliva, explored each other's mouths, held each other hands, and the intimacy of it all made it all the more tranquilizing for you.

“Gonna breed that ass of yours. Fuck, it’s perfect for me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have your hole dripping, gaping, and raw? Maybe I’ll get the bros to look at the mess you made. Maybe they’ll want in on it and have a turn at your body, too. It could be your initiation, hm? Could skip the entire process, and be a Greek, as long as you let all of us breed you. How does that sound?”

“Holy, s-shit—“

You pumped your cock, a familiar feeling quickly bubbling to a high from the pit of your stomach, all the way to your swollen nipples, and you knew what awaited you as that sensation wouldn’t falter. Your heart beat ran faster than the effort of caffeine. Even though it was muffled, the rhythmic beats downstairs were still resonant, and you were absolutely outpacing its tempo. The heat of Tom’s hands returned on your body. He caressed and rubbed your hips, thighs, chest, balls, and ass, all while he urged you to come.

“There we go. Good boy. Keep fucking that fist. Yeah, fuck—“

His palms smoothed over your skin, up the sides of your body, thumbs pressing into either sides of your hips, then maneuvered you with his strength to meet him half-way into his strong thrusts. His biceps flexed, thick veins demonstrating his rush of adrenaline and sheer strength as he brought you down onto his cock with thundering claps, sweaty skin contacting sweaty skin, constantly assaulting your prostate with his swollen cockhead.

It both frightened and thrilled you, your eyes blown, and you felt yourself quickly spill, thick and heavy over your stomach, knowing you were at Tom’s disposal. You shuddered, watching the thick ropes of cum fly high before splattering and soon pooling at the plane of your body.

“I’m close—“

“Come inside of me, please–“

You were panting as your cock finished spilling itself all over your stomach and chest, as Tom’s big cock pounded in and out of you with such ease now, the weight of his hips coming down on you making you continuously bounce on the mattress.

“Fuck.”

His breathing was even heavier than yours, laced with grunts as he used your ass like a toy, pulling hard and pushing you as he pleased, breaching you with the thick of his cock. His thrusts become wilder, sweat dampening his snapback as Tom mustered up the rest of his strength and energy to completely overpower you. His swollen cock dug deep, you could feel every veins about to burst. With a choke of your name, he delivered one more grandiose rut against your ass, the impact of his hips biting sharp into the back of your thighs, and filled you with his cum, burying you to the root.

“Holy shit…”

“O-oh, god—“

Warmth spread thick inside of you, and you writhed and groaned as your hole swallowed another fat fill. Tom’s body goes slack, crashing into your arms immediately, and he moaned on each slow thrust, creaming you from the inside and out. You strained toward him in desperation, wrapping your legs around his hips to lock him in place, and reaching over to his ass to push him deeper, to urge him to keep breeding you as your hole held Tom’s sensitive cock with gratitude, taking his thick seed without hesitation, until his cock veins stopped pulsating.

As promised, Tom kept you impaled, rocking his hips and kissing you once more, soft and passionate, something of him owing you one laced in the way he smooched your lips and refused to let you reciprocate—because Tom never came like that before. His hand was tender on your cheek, stroking the dried stain of drool that was left abandoned when he pulled away to look at you, properly this time. You sighed, brushing the snapback off his head to let his scalp breathe, and pulled him in at the introduction of a sudden draft, your legs still anchored by his hips.

You lay intertwined, sharing deep kisses in between moments of recovery, where the post-nut clarity rendered you and Tom into fit of collective shy laughter, incredulous to the affair both of you had just engaged in.

“So, you live on campus?”

“Oh—yeah. East side, near Turing…”

“Figured you’d be a science guy. Anyways, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Give me your phone.”

“Pick me up? For what?”

“Christ. Did I fuck the memory out of you or something? Bid day’s tomorrow. It gets hectic, so I think it’ll be better if you stick with me.”

“Won’t that… be suspicious?”

“Nah. Plus, I figured we’d get an early start on your initiation…”

“You mean—“

“Fuck, yeah.”

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Dc x Dp

The JL were on the brink of defeat. An unkown cult had summoned a powerful being known as the ghost king.

Just as the heroes were on their last legs. The magi users succeeded in summoning another being to hopefully combat the tyrant

As the circle glowed, the king stopped his rampage. Turning towards the circle, he flew at top speed, trying to stop them. Yet it was too late, as a wave of power bursts outwards, shooting the ghost king backward.

Standing within the middle was a young man, or what looked like one. He wore a collared long sleeved short that left his stomach exposed. With dark gray cargo pants that held a white pouch strapped to it. Floating above his white hair was a blue ring with crytals.

His emerald green eyes looked down at the heroes, standing above them like a giant. The mortals barely reaching his legs.

As he scanned the destroyed area around him, his eyes landed upon Pariah Dark and scowled at him.

"Father, what have I told you about destroying dimension!" The giant yelled, his voice reaching the entire battle field.

The beaten heroes could only look on as the apparent tyrants son scolded him. The prince towered above his own father.

"Daniel, they summoned me! It was within my right to conquer this land," Pariah tried to argue.

"I do not care! You had promised us that you wouldn't conquer another world for two hundred years," Danny refuted without a thought.

After a few hours, Prince Danny now stood before the JL, with the King grumbling in his hold. A green portal opened a few inches behind them.

Without looking back, Danny threw his father into the portal. Looking at the group before him, Danny stopped on a particular hero and smiled.

"Well, now sorry for the mess my father had caused you all. Also, if you ever want to talk, I'll lend an ear, sweetheart," he apologized before flirting with the hero.

Walking into the portal, the JL could only sigh in relief before turning torwards the hero that was flirted with.

A blushing Kyle Rayner could only cover his face as the heroes began teasing him in the tower's medical room.

He would never admit to them that he found the giant prince extremely attractive. Although Batman probably knew, as he gave the Lantern a look.

[sweetiecutie]

Part one: uniform kink~ 🩷Kinktober masterlist🩷

Pairing: König x fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, mdni, my cranky German, strong language, I’d slurp him right up fr

It wasn’t often that you came to visit your husband on the base - König didn’t really want to show you around his colleges, much rather keeping his private life a secret. The way here was long and tedious - three hours by car just to get to the base - just as much to get back home, but it was always worth it. The moment you entered the privacy of Colonel’s office you were swept right off your feet and sat on top of his working desk - one big hand shoved the hem of your pretty dress up, sliding pink lace of your underwear to the side, calloused fingers toying with cute little button of your swollen clit.

Being away from home, away from you and your sweet cunt, always made König frustrated and needy. He barely undid a zipper of his khaki cargo pants, tucking his throbbing cock out through the slit in his boxers. Using your spit as lube and smearing it all over his length König slid right into your welcoming warmth, his blue eyes rolling at the blissful feeling of your silky walls wrapping around throbbing length.

König was still fully dressed, even his belt was still in place, resting snugly around his torso - numerous pockets attached to it were full of different junk, pair of tactical gloves hanging from the hook at his side, flopping in tandem with each of his thrusts. His hood was long discarded so it didn’t get in the way, plain black cotton of balaclava was wrapped snugly around König’s head, concealed most of his face. But your eyes were transfixed onto his - heavy lidded with pleasure, staring lazily down at you - the only feature of his face visible.

You could see bulky strong muscles rippling repeatedly under the black long sleeve compression shirt König wore - his massive arms and pecs flexing and relaxing with each thrust, the shitty lightning in his office only added structure to his massive built, accentuating it with dark shadows. Harsh pace of his thrusts was making your eyes water, thick thumb on your clit not once stopping abusing it, forcing thick pleasure onto your pliant frame.

- Kleine Schlampe, du magst diesen Schwanz wirklich, ja?* - König growled, his voice hoarse and deep, a mocking edge to his tone. You just managed to mewl out something incoherent in reply, your cunt clenching his dick tighter at the sound of German, making man hiss under his breath. He threw his head back, revealing a delicious-looking snippet of pale skin sitting right under the hem of balaclava. - Fuuuck, missed this pussy so much baby, my hand will never fucking compete.

Your shaky hand flew up to your lips, trying hard to make as little noice as you possibly could - dense cotton of König’s pants subdued the sound of his hips colliding with your bare ass.

- Fucking a Colonel right in his office… But you really don’t care, huh? - he said, by the way his eyes crinkled slightly you could tell that he was smirking. - All you can think about is having this dick buried deep inside you. But don’t worry Liebe*, I’ll make it up for you, for leaving this desperate cunt all alone. Spread your legs wider for me and try not to make much more noise.

And even though leaving your husband for god knows how long was hard, doing so on shaky giving out legs was even harder so💔

Translation:

*little slut, you really like this dick, yes?

*love

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[Image ID: A digital mostly uncoloured monochrome four panel comic of Cecil Palmer and Carlos the scientist. Cecil is a thin person with a long face and shoulder length hair. She has a moustache, wears cat eye glasses and has visible eyelashes. She wears a shoulder-less top with ripped sleeves (one of them in sequins) that says "Believe" on it, a spiky shoulder-piece, cargo pants, knee high converse and earrings which are small candles. Carlos is a fat man with curly hair in a short low ponytail and some facial hair on his chin. He has large square glasses behind which you can't see his eyes. He wears a shirt with a ringed planet print and a lab coat.

In the first panel, Cecil (simply drawn) walks in joyfully into their home, a bag and her telescoping cane hanging from her elbow. She walks out of an open door, saying: "Hi Carlos~ Guess what I got-" before she cuts herself off.

In the second panel, Carlos stands in the kitchen, over the sink. He is holding a mango in his hand, his sleeves rolled up. The lower half of his face, as well as his arms up to his elbows are covered in mango juice. He has a blank expression. Text next to him reads: "devouring his fourth mango".

The third panel is the same, except Carlos smiles and says: "Hey Cecil".

The last panel is a close-up of Cecil's face. She has cartoonishly large and sparkly eyes and smiles widely with hearts around her. The thought bubble next to her reads: "G-d he is so beautiful and perfect" with a heart symbol at the end. End ID.]

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Camping with Hamzah

Ever since Hamzah went camping for the weekend with Martin, he hasn’t shut up about wanting to do it again, with you this time. After a couple weeks of pushing, you finally agreed.

Word count: 1.8k

!established relationship

!hamzah x fem reader

fluff

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The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across your living room as you packed the last of your things into a large backpack. The atmosphere inside was warm and comfortable, but the excitement was palpable. Ever since Hamzah went camping with Martin for the weekend, he hadn’t stopped talking about it. His eyes would light up every time he described the crisp morning air, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, and the quiet serenity of being surrounded by nothing but nature.

“It’s the perfect way to unwind, babe,” he’d said for the hundredth time, his smile contagious. “You’ve been working so hard. This is exactly what you need to de-stress.”

You were a little skeptical at first, having never been camping before. The thought of sleeping outside, vulnerable to the elements and the animals that roamed the woods, was a little daunting. But Hamzah had a way of making everything sound like an adventure. His enthusiasm was infectious, and eventually, you found yourself nodding along, agreeing to give it a shot.

Now, as you zipped up the backpack and turned to face him, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Hamzah, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. He was already in full camping gear—cargo pants, a thick long sleeved shirt, and hiking boots that looked like they had seen their fair share of trails.

“Ready to go?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

You nodded, trying to push aside the nervous flutter in your stomach. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The drive to the campsite was long, but there was never a boring moment between you two. You spent the time singing along to your favorite songs, making plans for the weekend, and listening to Hamzah’s excited descriptions of the best parts of camping. As the car wound its way up the mountain roads, you started to relax, his confidence in the trip helping to soothe your anxiety.

After hours of driving, Hamzah finally parked the car at a small, gravel lot on the side of the road. It was a remote spot, the kind that only seasoned campers would know about. You stepped out, stretching your legs, and looked around. The trailhead was marked by a wooden signpost, the path itself winding into the dense forest, almost hidden among the trees.

“Okay, from here, it’s about an hour’s hike to the campsite,” Hamzah said, shouldering his backpack. “It’s not too tough, but it’ll be a good warm-up.”

You nodded, nerves bubbling up inside you. The trail looked beautiful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were up for the challenge.

Seeing the apprehension on your face, Hamzah smiled and reached for your hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here with you the whole time. And trust me, the view at the top is worth it.”

With his encouragement, you adjusted your backpack, took a deep breath, and began walking. The trail was narrow and lined with towering trees, their leaves forming a green canopy overhead. The sunlight filtered through the branches, casting shadows on the forest floor. As you moved deeper into the woods, the sounds of the highway faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot.

The path gradually began to incline, and soon you found yourself climbing over rocks and tree roots. Hamzah moved with an easy grace, clearly in his element, while you focused on keeping your footing and pacing yourself. He would occasionally glance back, offering words of encouragement or pointing out something interesting—a cluster of wildflowers, a bird perched on a branch, or the way the sunlight hit a particular tree.

“You’re doing great,” he said as you paused to catch your breath. The incline was steeper now, and your legs were starting to burn with the effort. “Just a little bit further.”

You nodded, wiping a bit of sweat from your brow. Despite the challenge, there was something exhilarating about the hike. The fresh air filled your lungs, and the natural beauty surrounding you was unlike anything you’d seen before. With Hamzah leading the way, you felt motivated to keep going.

After what felt like a long while, the trees began to thin, and you could see a break in the forest up ahead. The trail flattened out, and Hamzah slowed his pace, letting you catch up. “We’re almost there,” he said, his voice laced with excitement. “Come on, you gotta see this!”.

When you finally arrived, the sun had just set, leaving the sky painted in shades of deep purple and indigo. The campsite was nestled in a small clearing surrounded by tall pines, their needles rustling softly in the cool evening breeze. It was peaceful, almost magical, and you could see why Hamzah loved it so much.

“Wow,” you whispered, taking it all in. The view was worth every bit of effort it had taken to get here.

Hamzah smiled, clearly pleased with your reaction. “Told you it was worth it.” He walked over to you and pulled you into a side hug, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I knew you’d love it.”

After a few minutes of soaking it in, Hamzah led you along the area, until you reached a small clearing close to the lake. “This is it.” he said, dropping his backpack with a satisfied sigh. “Our campsite for the weekend”. You said as you set down your own pack, feeling a sense of anticipation.

Hamzah took the lead in setting up camp, expertly pitching the tent and getting a small fire started while you helped where you could. He was patient, showing you how to drive the stakes into the ground and how to arrange the firewood just right. It was clear he’d done this before, and his ease and confidence helped you feel more comfortable.

As the night settled in, you both sat by the fire, the flames crackling and casting a warm glow around the campsite. Hamzah handed you a stick with a marshmallow on the end, grinning as you gingerly held it over the fire.

“You’ve got the hang of it,” he said, his voice soft and encouraging.

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease with each passing minute. The fire was warm, the air cool, and the sound of the woods at night was surprisingly soothing. It was different from anything you’d ever experienced, but not in a bad way.

The longer you sat by the fire, the more you found yourself relaxing. Hamzah was right—there was something incredibly calming about being out here, away from the hustle of everyday life. The stress from work seemed to melt away as you talked, laughed, and shared stories by the fire.

The conversation flowed easily between you two, ranging from light-hearted jokes to deeper topics. The flames flickered in Hamzah’s eyes as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of serenity wash over you. The night sky above was clear, with stars beginning to peek out, dotting the darkness with their faint light.

At one point, Hamzah stood up and walked a few steps closer to the lake, looking out over the still water. “This place…it really makes you think,” he said, his voice quieter now, more introspective. “About how small we are, you know? But in a good way. It’s like…all the things we worry about, they don’t seem as big out here.”

You joined him by the water’s edge, the lake’s surface perfectly still, reflecting the sky and trees like a mirror. “I see what you mean,” you replied, feeling the weight of his words. “Everything feels…simpler.”

Hamzah nodded, turning to look at you with a soft smile. “I’m glad you came with me,” he said, his tone sincere. “I knew you’d like it out here.”

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the fire. “I’m glad I came too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in comfortable silence, just taking in the beauty of the night. The stars twinkled above, the lake was calm, and the woods around you were alive with the sounds of nature. It was perfect.

As the night grew later, you eventually returned to the fire, letting it burn down to embers as you continued talking about everything and nothing. When it was time to sleep, you crawled into the tent, lying down in your sleeping bags with Hamzah beside you. The ground was firm beneath you, but the comfort of being out here, together, made up for it.

Once inside, Hamzah unzipped his sleeping bag slightly and opened his arms to you. “Come here,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting.

You didn’t hesitate, moving over to snuggle up against him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, and you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The closeness was comforting, a familiar warmth that made the tent feel cozier, safer.

Hamzah’s hand gently rubbed your back as he held you, his touch soothing and affectionate. “I love this,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your hair.

You nodded against his chest, feeling a deep sense of connection. “Me too.”

Hamzah tilted his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You smiled at the tender gesture, lifting your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, full of adoration as he gazed down at you. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was sweet, unhurried, the kind of kiss that spoke volumes without needing words.

You kissed him back, your hand sliding up to rest against his cheek, feeling the slight stubble on his jaw. The kiss deepened just a little, enough to send a warm shiver through you, before he pulled back slightly to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“I love you too,” you replied, your heart swelling with the truth of the words.

Hamzah smiled, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek before he kissed you again, this time a little longer, a little more lingering. The connection between you felt strong, unbreakable, like nothing in the world could come between you.

When you finally pulled back, you nestled into his arms again, feeling completely at ease. His hand found yours under the covers, fingers entwining as you both settled in for the night.

As you began to drift off, Hamzah’s lips found your temple one last time. “Sleep well, my love,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled, your eyes already closing as you responded softly, “Goodnight, Hamzah.”

With that, you let yourself relax completely, the warmth of his embrace and the lingering sweetness of his kisses carrying you into a deep, peaceful sleep. The sounds of the forest became a lullaby, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your head a comforting rhythm that stayed with you as you drifted into dreams, knowing that whatever tomorrow brought, you’d face it together.

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