#just a tease

[shoomlah]

Have a whole thing I want to finish but I have to go camping in the desert for a week (very biblical of me) with no cell reception so I’ll just leave you with a tease

[zweig-eater]

DAYDREAMS patrick zweig

nsfw below the cut

patrick watched with the intention of a lion stalking its prey. studying you; he watched every flex of your muscles as you went to serve. he studied every twitch and crinkle of your facial features as you and your opponent rallied back and forth.

he watched the gentleness of your grip change around the racket. the way your skirt caught the wind and your tight tank top slightly rose throughout the match to display just a sliver of your skin.

he was entirely entranced with you, as you danced and conducted your way around the court. the poise at which you won your match, and the genuine smile and handshake you offered to your opponent.

your matching baby pink set completed with frilly white socks and a dainty bow placed in your hair. your whole ensemble got him so worked up he couldn't even hear what was happening around him. time froze, and the world stopped spinning as he watched you.

the worst part of it all was how desperately he wanted to ruin your pretty little face. seeing you all primped and preened made him want to take every resemblance of innocence you had in you for himself. his thoughts started to stray as he imagined you split open taking him as deep as you could. his cock buried so far in you, it was blurring your vision and making incoherent noises fall from your mouth. your little outfit laid on his floor as tears streamed down your sweet face.

he would hold your hand as you fell apart for him. tell you what a natural you are at servicing his big mean cock. make you watch as he easily slid in and out of you with your slick as the only lubricant. the noises alone were enough to make your stomach cramp with embarrassment. his eyes would be locked on yours as he taught you how to be his perfect little slut. the innocence fading right before him as he sent you to the edge of the cliff you so desperately wanted to fall off of.

but it was too good to have you on his leash.. he couldn't let you go just yet. his pace would slow to a stand still as he made you beg for him to fuck you again. just his tip was left inside as the emptiness made you claw back for him, needing to be full.

“use your words, pretty girl” he would say, holding your chin and forcing you to look right at him.

your brows furrowed as you tried your hardest to make any sort of full sentence come to you. all you could muster was high pitched ‘nngh’ and ‘mmfn’ noises that just made patrick smile down at you.

‘look at you… tell me you need me. tell me what a slut you are for me.’ he watched you so closely you thought his eyes might catch you on fire. he wanted to hear what you had become. he wanted to know how well he had wrecked the pretty put-together thing he met just hours prior.

patrick was sharply awoken from his daydreams as art shook his shoulder.

‘yo, are you alright?’ he asked, ‘the match is over let's go’ art continued as he stood up.

���y-yeah sorry’ patrick stammered, as he came back to and tried to catch one last glimpse of you before you slipped away into the locker room. god, he needed to meet you.

[elysianfemme]

VixenArts 🍭 🍭

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Dark Shades of Innocence Lost✨

A/N: I played with a concept of a wip I’ve been wanting to do for a while, so here is a tease if anyone is interested. Club owner! Joel. That is it. Pure smut. Might turn this into a small series or a one shot. We’ll see where it goes.

Summary: Joel finally gets his hands on you for the first time, and he wants you to ride his thigh in the middle of his crowded, dark club 😳

Pairings: Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 700

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Tags: Smut, dirty talk, thigh riding, light choking, dom! Joel, club owner!Joel, no outbreak

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The blaring music thundered against the back of the dark wall as your back was pressed up against the thin layer of wallpaper. You barely noticed the noise over your own stifled moans and increased heart palpitations. But also the brooding, dominant man that you were pressed up against. And those dark syrupy eyes that were sinking deep into yours as his hands pressed deeper into your hips, edging you on further.

“That’s it, darlin’. Mmmm just like that. There ya go,” he groaned as you sank deeper into the crease of his dark jeans, putting even more pressure on your center as you rode his thigh nice and slow. The material caught your bundle of nerves as the denim dragged over just the right area of your throbbing clit.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned as you felt a wave of slick cover his thigh, feeling your orgasm build and build until you were right on the edge. You were almost there, almost. The ringing in your ears and built up tension in your spine signaled you were about to let go.

“Come on now, sweetheart. Look s’good ridin’ my thigh. Can feel how wet you are. Now be a good girl and let me see you ruin these jeans,” he purred as he nipped at your neck, sinking his lips down on your collarbone as you moaned in response.

You shifted against him and felt your clit drag and snag over the denim, feeling just how drenched he made you. The room was hot, the scent of sex and whiskey lingering in the air as they intertwined together, eliciting another moan out of you as you nipped at the salt and pepper scruff that ran against his jawline.

“Cum for me, let me hear that pretty voice moan my name,” he coaxed as he licked at the shell of your ear, making your breath get choked as you continued riding faster, harder, pressing your clit deeper into his muscled thigh.

He wrapped a hand gently over your throat and ghosted his lips over yours, biting at your lower lip and taking it in his mouth, releasing it slowly as it snapped back into place, leaving your lips puffy and needy for him. He left a trail of whiskey against your tastebuds as you breathed in his mahogany cologne, getting drunk off his taste and scent.

His blown out pupils stared intently into your eyes, making your cunt clench up against nothing, leaving you breathless and completely worked up as you rode him faster, deeper, entrancing another moan out of your mouth that came out choked and desperate.

He ran his tongue against his bottom lip, making him look completely carnal and devious as he smirked down at you with those dark pupils that hypnotized you into submission. “Be a good girl now. Let me hear that pretty moan. Go on,” he smirked as he lifted his thigh higher, brushing against your throbbing clit at just the right spot, feeling your senses melt away as you came undone around him.

“Joelllll,” you moaned, letting his name carrying around the dark room and mix in with the washed out sounds of music and bodies of couples dancing down on the crowded dance floor. Your jaw went slack as you kept your glazed over eyes on him and felt the white, hot sensations take over as white liquid shot out of you, covering his denim with your arousal as you felt your body go slack against the weight of him.

“Oh, that’s a good girl. That’s a good fuckin’ girl,” he growled as he wiped at his jeans and stuck his index and middle finger in his mouth, sucking slowly as his blown out pupils simmered into yours. “So fuckin’ good,” he smirked as he popped his fingers out of his mouth and stared down at you with full intention clear in his eyes. He was going to fuck you. Not right now, not here, but soon. This was only the first encounter, and he had an entire agenda up those rolled up sleeves of his that had your name written all over them.

Joel Miller was going to get you in so much trouble.

[mr-shadowwolf-2]

For the hand lovers out there

[animatronic-assistant]

Teaser

[sourpeachsayshi]

okay, but a man talking you through your orgasm. a man who smiles the second you climax and is all "there we go,", is smoothing his hands over your trembling thighs and says "you're shaking so hard, baby," who has to keep your hips down as he tuts "easy, sweetheart, easy, that's just the second one...", who exhales a laugh under his breath as he sweetly inhales the back of your neck, his palm cupping your pulsing cunt when he points out "too much for you, my love? are you getting sore?"

[prlssprfctn]

AU, where Bruce accidentally gets de-aged (physically and mentally), and the first person he bumps in is... Red Hood.

To Jason's defence, he didn't connect the dots at first. He was just patrolling around his usual turf, thinking of nothing in particular, when he saw a small child in a ridiculously serious suit, sulking around Crime Alley. He looks distraught, and considering that he looks rich, it is no surprise - that is not a place for him. So, he is either lost or something happened, right?

He takes the helmet off, as he usually does when he is dealing with kids (they got scared easily) and carefully approaches a brooding baby.

'Hey, shrimp. Where are your parents at?'

That said shrimp turns around, his big blue eyes looking confused and lost, and Jason thinks he looks awfully familiar.

'I am not shrimp,' he protests instantly, pouting at him. 'And they are somewhere... here. We just left the movie theatre together!'

Jason glances at the abandoned movie theatre, back at the little rich boy with a familiar frown, and it clicks. This is his fucking dad. Suddenly, a kid - but it is fucking Bruce Wayne, for sure.

'Was watching Zorro by any chance?' Jason still asks, just to be sure that he is not going insane.

Bruce - and it must be him - beams at him.

'Yes! This is a great movie, by the way.'

Oh, hell. At least, he didn't witness his parents' death just yet. Jason wasn't sure he would be able to deal with his father being so small, and mourning his mom and dad. He would probably cry himself at some point.

'Hey,' Jason calls out for him slowly, squatting down; God, who would've thought that this little shrimp would become so tall and big in the future. 'Aren't you... You must be Thomas's kid, right?'

Okay, yeah, Jason is going to lie to this kid. Because there is no way he manages just to steal Bruce as a stranger to bring him back home; it is still a kid, even if it is his father. Right?

'You know my dad?' Bruce tilts his head, little fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket; suspicious.

'You could say that,' Jason nods. 'Alfie... I mean, Alfred called me. Asked me to pick up a kid, since Thomas and Martha got an urgent call.'

Fuck his life and stupid life choices. What the hell he was even doing? He looked like a mugger; or like a psycho. But Alfred was his best bet - he could call him, after all; ask, well, support his idiotic made-up story.

'No one calls Alfred Alfie but my dad,' Bruce pouts in a very, very spoiled manner.

'Well... I do. We served together in the army,' he blurts out.

His armour, apparently, is enough a proof for the kid to nod slowly.

'Okay. But you gotta take off your strange mask first,' Bruce folds arms on his chest.

...???

Did this kid just agree for an unknown man to take him home? Like this? Who could've thought that this pouty child would become the most paranoid man alive in the future?

'Uh, why?'

'So I can remember your face and do an identikit, if you turn out to be a bad guy,' Bruce smirks stupidly. 'Duh.'

Jason is going to cry. This kid is so cute.

'Yeah, duh,' Jason huffs, but despite his better judgment takes the domino mask off as well. 'Go on, take your time. My identikit should be the prettiest, shrimp.'

Bruce... gawks at him. His eyes are comically wide now, mouth open, and then, he jumps a little closer to him - oh, God, he is jumping when excited? - putting his hellishly cold hands on Jason's cheeks.

'Woah. You look like dad.'

'Uh,' Jason nods awkwardly, and because he is an idiot, adds a joke: 'We are brothers, actually. Just don't talk much.'

...Apparently, little Bruce can't take jokes. Because he lets out an adorable gasp, and throws himself on Jason as if they knew each other for ages now.

'Uncle? That's so cool. You look like Zorro!'

Damn this little kid, and this stupid family. Damn Joe Chill and the night he killed this kid's parents. Damn it all. Bruce might be an asshole sometimes, but he was so... cute and innocent.

'Thanks, shrimp,' Jason slides a domino mask back on, picks up little Bruce with one arm, and grips a helmet with another. 'Come on, let's go home. Alfred will make your favourite tiramisu.'

'You know my favourites?!'

Jason sniffles.

'Yeah. Yeah, I do, kid.'

If he gets so emotional over this kid, he has no idea how worse Dick is going to be once he finds out.

Oh, this is going to be one hell of a night.

[shawtuzi]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: oral f receiving, multiple orgasms, praise ….oh and you have two bfs in this!!

“i-i can’t do it! s’too much i’m too sensitive,” you tugged at suguru’s bun, making it more disarrayed than it already was. your toes curled when you felt eren leave wet kisses on your neck, his tatted hands moving from your hips to your chest, now tweaking at your nipples.

eren licked from your jaw to the lobe of your ear, nibbling ever so softly on it. “maybe you should give her a break sugu, poor thing said she’s sensitive,” now eren wasn’t serious of course—the sadist in him wanted to see you ruined just as much as suguru. suguru hummed against your pussy, his tongue flicking at your clit one last time before coming up for air.

“you say that yet…. you’re holding her legs back even more. ‘oughta be ashamed of yourself…ain’t that right sweet thing,” suguru asked, kissing the fat of your thigh before biting the soft skin, making you jolt. sugu had pulled two orgasms out of you so far and normally you’d be able to handle at least three maybe even four! but unfortunately you spent the day with eren and that man is as insatiable as they come.

“y-you’re both fuckin’ terrible,” you sniffled, pussy clenching around nothing when you felt suguru nudge your swollen clit with his nose. eren pinched your nipples, grunting a soft ‘watch your mouth’. suguru was quick to latch onto your left nipple, the metal ball from his tongue piercing making you mewel.

between the two men surprisingly suguru the softest one for you. even when he had to punish you at times for being a brat he’d make up for it with sweet kisses to your trembling lips while three of his fingers stuffed your soaked pussy. eren on the other hand….lets just say you’ve never acted up in front of him since the first time he reprimanded you, but that’s a story for another time.

suguru trailed his tongue from your chest to your neck, nipping at the sweet smelling skin. “lemme make you cum one more time sweetness then i’ll be done, i promise,” he whispered the last part directly in your ear, reveling in the way your body shivered at his words. eren craned his neck to speak to you in your other ear, now whispering words of encouragement. “you can do it baby, i know how tired that lil pussy is from me wearing her out but you can give sugu another one right? he didn’t have you all to himself today the way i did”

“c’mon sweetness i know you got another one in you.”

“you’re such a good girl, i know you’ll say yes and make your boyfriends proud right?”

oh you were in a treacherously long night.

[starcurtain]

Please someone redraw this with Dr. Ratio and Aventurine because this is the exact vibe they have in my head post-Penacony.

[artist-rat]

lyds doodle!! it's not much but it's honest work 💪

[graciehart]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [112/?] ⤷ 1.12 — “Fire”

[snail-day]

Geto is such an acts of service husband. Not just a boyfriend - a husband. This man doesn’t date casually; he dates to marry, to commit. That’s why, after a long, exhausting day, he’s already waiting for you, warm towel in hand, ushering you into the shower before you can protest. He doesn’t say much, just murmurs something about how you need to relax, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he nudges you toward the warm water. When you emerge, skin damp and sleep already tugging at your strained eyes, he’s there. Sitting at the edge of the bed, patting the mattress in that gentle, expectant way of his.

"Lay down," soft murmured words from that sweet voice of his "Tummy first"

The moment you do, his big, warm hands are on you - pressing, kneading, smoothing out every bit of tension that settled into your muscles throughout the day. His touch remains firm yet careful, working through every knot with ease. You can feel the heat of his palms sinking deep, lulling you into something hazy, something safe.

The whole time, he talks to you. Soft murmurs as he applies more lotion to your skin. Asking about your day, about the little things. Did you eat enough? Did you drink enough water? Humming at each answer, thumbs pressing into the small of your back just right, lips curling when you melt beneath him.

"You really need to start stretching with me in the mornings," he mutters at one point, voice low, warm, teasing. "It’d help, you know."

But the words become background noise at this point, fading in and out as sleep drags you under. You barely register the last few strokes of his fingers over your back, the way his touch softens, the press of his lips against your shoulder before he finally pulls the blankets over you. As you drift off, barely clinging to consciousness, you hear it - his voice, soft and tender.

"Good girl. Sleep - I’ll be here when you wake up."