#remembered his nipple dents

[rumplereids]

and then, just like clockwork.

part one tags: spencer reid x fem! reader. aaron hotchner x fem!reader. not really infidelity. p in v smut. they need couple's therapy. a/n: i could't sleep and churned this lil guy out. i hope u like it :) requests are open!

Aaron Hotchner has always been a man of logic. Pragmatic almost to a fault; an armor built over the decades. You, on the other hand, always lead with your heart. It was one of the things that made you so irresistible to a man like Aaron Hotchner. So, in some twisted way, he can understand how you found yourself in this situation. What baffles him the most is how he got into it himself.

Seated on an armchair, a glass of whiskey in hand. Trying so hard to ignore the pulse of his cock. Hot and heavy, hard under the tent of his slacks. He can’t help but watch. Mesmerized by the way your hips move. Hypnotized by the push and pull, the slide in and out of Spencer’s cock into your glistening pussy.

He can see it from where he’s seated. At the foot of the bed, sheets a wedding gift from your aunt. He can see the way you grind down onto the man and cock giving you your pleasure. He can see the way Spencer’s hands move up and down your body; waist and hips, a loving caress that makes this situation even more debauched than he’d expected.

Aaron takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the burn down his throat stung, almost like the scratches you left down his back earlier on.

He can’t remember when this whole thing started. He doubts you nor Spencer did either. All he could remember was walking into your apartment one night, finding you on your knees by the couch, Spencer’s cock in your mouth. He couldn’t remember why he went to your home in the first place. He can still picture the way Spencer looked up at him, eyes glazed over in a haze of lust, mouth parted and cheeks red. He remembers the way his cock throbbed at the sight.

And now, he continues to spectate. In your marriage bed, he always did his best to bring you your pleasure. It always got him off, seeing your post-orgasm glow. He loved to pleasure you. He never knew how much he’d love to see another man pleasure you.

“Aaron,” you moan, still riding Spencer’s cock like you needed it to live. Spencer lets out his own little moan. “Kiss me, please. Aaron,” you’re cut off by another moan. Eyes closing from the pleasure, Spencer’s lips and tongue lavishing attention on one of your nipples.

Aaron puts down his glass, tugging his underwear down his hips and thighs before crawling on the bed. Hands and knees dent the mattress as he moves towards you. Your back to his chest, his knees pressing against Spencer’s thighs. Aaron’s hands move to grip you around your jaw and chin, tilting your neck up so you can meet his lips. He kisses you like this; your neck bent backward, lips upside down against his. Spencer moans at the way your new position makes your stomach go taut, your stomach and curves defining like a Grecian painting.

Spencer Reid has always been called idealistic. His youth and eagerness made it easy to call him so. His idealism was what had you so drawn to him. He wonders what you would say if he confessed. With his back to the bed, he watches the way you lose yourself finding pleasure on his cock. He watches the way Aaron hovers behind you, thick fingers rubbing against your clit.

He always loved to plan and strategize. Concoct up plans for events that may never come to pass. It was a childhood pastime of his. He wonders what you would think if he told you he’s been picturing this exact moment since the day he met you.

He meets your eyes from above him. You have spit painting the corner of your mouth. You smile. And then he knew.

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[dwaekkicidal]

l-l-l-l-lee know munch please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

in celebration of the new teaser images!

fem!reader | warnings: reader has an oral fixation bc i said so, spanking, (1) pvssy slaps, overstimulation, squirting

Munch Masterlist

Munch!Minho who teases you nonstop after he finds out how much you love his lips and his tongue. he uses it as an excuse to rile you up and get you desperate, making you more willing to let him eat you out

Munch!Minho who waits until the moment your gaze turns to him and holds eye contact with you while pushing a strawberry past his lips, even poking out his tongue to lick it beforehand

Munch!Minho who continues to seductively eat fruits or small snacks throughout the day, always making sure your eyes are on him

Munch!Minho who laughs at you when you two are finally at home later that night and laying in bed, and you let it slip just how it all turned you on

Munch!Minho who fauxes innocence, "Oh? I'm sorry, Jagi. I was just eating my fruit I had no idea."

Munch!Minho who then wastes no time, pulling your pajama bottoms down and slotting himself between your legs

Munch!Minho who doesn't bother teasing you any further, his hard-on has been so painful all day from the thought of being between your legs later on. and he'll be damned if anything's gonna hold him back any longer

Munch!Minho who flattens his tongue to lick a rough line along your clit, humming contently at the taste and the pure wetness that was waiting for him

Munch!Minho who grips a veiny hand on one of your thighs, holding it up and away from him so he can eat in peace

Munch!Minho who trails his other hand up your stomach, pushing your shirt up into your neck so he can get a good handful of your boobs and pinch at your nipples

Munch!Minho who gets at you like a starved man, nothing but soppy, wet noises coming from below as you as his hooded eyes stare up at you almost angrily

Munch!Minho who always unintentionally pokes the point of nose against your clit, but shoves his face harder when he remembers how much it affects you

Munch!Minho who can tell from your moans that you're almost there and reluctantly removes the hand on your chest. he moves it between your legs to shove two fingers into you, curling them perfectly and finally sending you over the edge

Munch!Minho who doesnt stop his efforts even after youre finished. he curls his fingers even harder and rubs the pad of his fingertips against the gummy spot on your walls while he slurps up every last drop

Munch!Minho who uses his muscular arm to push both your shaking legs into your chest, pulling his mouth away for just a second to mumble a breathy and rushed "Keep them there." before plunging back in

Munch!Minho who uses his now free hand to land stern slaps to your ass cheeks anytime your hips twitch away from his mouth, otherwise squeezing the flesh there in appreciation

Munch!Minho who, if you manage to pull away or let go of you legs, will finally pull his mouth off your puffy pussy. but it's only to land a slap or two there and ridicule you as his fingers keep up their pace

Munch!Minho who, over your cries and moans, will "I said sit still. You can and you will take it."

Munch!Minho who may or may not dive back in at this point. if he's feeling nice, he's lowering his face to your thighs and biting them just enough to leave a slight dent. if he's not, then youre in for a real 'treat'

Munch!Minho who returns his dripping chin between your thighs, resuming his earlier efforts and pulling as many orgasms as he wants. the only way he's getting off of you if a safeword is said

Munch!Minho who uses those veiny little fingers to make you squirt, still licking rough shapes around your clit to pull even more of it from you

Munch!Minho who pulls away to let you breathe eventually, using this chance to admire the proof of his efforts: your shiny, slippery skin and the now darkened sheets

Munch!Minho who, in the high of seeing you all messy below him, promptly pulls you closer to him and bends forward again despite your pleads

Munch!Minho who: "I'm not done with you yet."

[1800titz]

DOG TEETH | ABO dynamics

alpha/omega au

(Always had an affinity for taking mutts home, you, even if they growled and bit.)

> alpha!Harry, omega!reader, dom/sub undertones, praise & degradation, p in v 8K on patreon

(You remember when he warned you; starting things you couldn’t finish. See it through—)

The sentiment you’ve cradled in the space between your collarbones seeps out in the way your fingers tangle into the wry bed of curls at the nape of his neck. The undomesticated (wild in your spuming bloodstream, riling every nerve ending to kindle in the fire— a twisted paradox) urge to be owned. Claimed. Mated. See it through—

He cradles your wet gasp against the flats of his teeth, the gap between. Your tongue slinks out, lashes fluttering, and you bask in the way he brushes his own against it. 

It’s no jejune delicacy of a first kiss. 

The tentative, eggshell-daintiness of brushing lips— no, it’s all tongue, teeth, sloppy, slick. Your head tipping back with the fingers he snares into the hair at the base of your skull, the fist he wrenches your crown back by. Spit smearing against the corner of your mouth. Humid aphrodisia that settles in the trench of your tummy when he grips you under your jaw, thumb and middle finger denting into the fleshy margins of your hot cheeks. He smears his tongue against yours again.

It’s this— possessive, hungering— a triumph you’ve been chasing from that prepubescent past time. Giving home, in longing, the pooling bliss of your mettle unspooling under the way he pants into your mouth. 

(Nasty, nasty man— the kind you barely know, the kind you shouldn’t let suck on your tongue, never mind in the turbulent window of an incipient heat that’ll make your bones feel like they’re rotting in their sockets.)

“Yeah, that’s it,” you make out the crook of a smile in his words (lewd, coarse), liquified yearning, your eyes half-mast, “Filthy, little omega. Never imagined you’d be such a pretty whore.”

It’s vertiginous. Feral. Makes your world spin on its axis, because this exigency, swallowing you— need, need, need, fuck— is an all consuming rapture (when he sticks his fingers into your mouth— a bunched dyad, middle and forefinger— prying your head back with the heel of his palm still under your aching jaw).

“Sweet, little—“ you vaguely hear over the spindrift of blood in your ears— you don’t even recognize the wanton hum you grant him, tongue out— something that dies on his teeth, gets mottled by a growl (it stems from his chest, reverberates through the palm you still have on him, rocks your fizzing marrow). 

There’s no gentle, callow dubiety (you don’t expect it from him, anyhow) when he pins you, limbs out, on the bed two steps from the front door. Your need— that same, unbroken longing that pulsates in your joints— spills a mist over the aftermath (clothes peeling away, your heart stuttering in its caging, you nipples between his teeth). 

Up until the point where he nestles himself between your thighs, splayed, flat on his abdomen at the foot of the mattress. 

You watch him with a lust-ridden hypervigilance. Like this, with your thighs split, you can smell yourself from the headboard. Your leaking slick. It makes you desperate, gets your face crinkling, forehead scored in ruckles as your hips cant up. 

And Harry plants his hand onto your tummy, under your navel. A monstrous looking thing in sheer heft (cleaned as best as managed, knuckles bruised, split where aged scar tissue was battered back into gashing). The stark size of his hand against your soft underbelly— the way his thumb to his pinky, the shape, sits so perfectly between the verges of your pelvic bone, pressing you flat to the sheets— only makes you squirm more.

“Easy,” Harry purrs. Easy, girl— a luring croon in a dominion-rich tone that makes every atom in your body sing. If the fire rippling across your circuitry wasn’t drawing you into a delirium, surely you’d wear a frown at the smile over his mouth— the mocking. 

Even still, you think, it’d falter at the way he ducks his chin to stipple kisses to your mons, the faint dusting of hair there, eyes flickering up. The electric charge in his soft-spoken echo (instruction, gentle), “Easy, baby.” The, “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.” His thumb prying you open, eyes winding, that clots your lungs.

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[alien-magnolia]

Craving You

Blurb description/tw: In the middle of the night, Ani and you use each other to fall asleep. 18+ MDNI. Breeding!knk, tit play, hints of ownership/overstim!knk, dom!coded Ani, sub!coded female reader, ddlg! If you squint.

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You hear him toss and turn, his blonde hair messy, brushing your cheek, as you try to move in closer to his side of the bed. He was warm. You needed that.

He asked you what you were doing up, a cool metal hand brushing some hair away from your face. “You should be asleep, babygirl. What’s bothering you?,” he doted, making you melt, emotionally, and well — physically. The force would tell him all he needed to know.

It did.

Not even five minutes later, you were on top of him, grinding against his growing erection, his strong hands gripping your hips like a vice, enough to leave bruises on your delicate skin. His eyes were ablaze, matching yours. His moans alone made you see stars.

“Daddy’s perfect girl. Keep going, honey. Fuck. Just like that,” he grunts, as your wet and puffy folds were ever so lightly grazing his leaking cock. His lips found your chest, taking each breast in hand, suckling, biting at your nipples. You cried out, as his head was lost in your chest. “Such perfect tits, my love. All for me,” he said in between ministrations, playing with them so much they turned red.

You squealed, trying to pull his head away from them, he resisted, a metal hand harshly squeezed your tit. “You can take it, my love. You can take it.”

How could you say no? You were his, your body his, utterly wrapped around his finger.

You took it. You took it well, as he had you in a mating press, his head still in between your tits, coming up to look at you occasionally and bruise your kiss swollen lips even more. His cock drilled into you, starting slow at first, you were almost screaming when he slid into you.

He started slow, thick arms caging you to the mattress. “So beautiful like this, my love. Taking her man’s cock like a good girl should,” he grunts, his eyebrows scrunched with pleasure. Your nails run through his hair, his face molded into your plush tits, he starts to get faster, his heavy balls waiting to release into you <3

“Ani! Ani!!,” you squeal, feeling the pressure build, his curved cock scratching that sweetest spot inside you. You loved it when he abused your wet cunt like this.

His ways with the force tear dents in the mattress, as he keeps going, you feel his hot seed spill into you, breeding you, making you his. “My perfect girl. Made for me. Body and soul,” he whispers as he layers your face with kisses.

You remember how you exchanged vows on Endor, and your love for him only grows as he never fails to meet your needs. You fall asleep, cradled in his strong arms. <3

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[mysumeow]

──Trouble sleeping

WARNINGS ❪ Afab body, reader is referred to with you/your. YANDERE Lyney. Very mild angst. Unrealistic hypnosis, dub-con, piv unprotected sex. Not proofread. SUMMARY ❪ You have trouble sleeping, and Lyney suggests hypnosis therapy to solve it. Lyney is, however, dishonest with how he applies said hypnosis. WORD COUNT ❪ 873 A/N ❪ I remembered I had this smut idea pending since last year i think? ok here it is. ok bye im hungry

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You approached the great magician Lyney with a problem: you were having trouble sleeping.

Not really expecting anything out of your conversation, as you were seeking mere emotional support, Lyney confessed that he had some dexterity in the art of hypnosis and that it wouldn’t hurt to try.

It was a success, seeing as you had fallen asleep in the first five minutes of the session, when on average, it would’ve taken you way longer. Unbeknownst to you, in the throes of sleep, he had whispered selfish suggestions into your subconscious.

... Had he known it was going to be this easy, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

He’s underserving of your love; he was aware. The moment you two met, he was unable to let go of you in all aspects. He looked forward to seeing you at his presentations, at the celebratory dinners after an unrivaled performance, and to having you visit him backstage before a show.

To take you home and have you for the rest of the night.

Perhaps he asked for too much. He thought there was a possibility of the universe knowing he didn’t deserve you, and that’s why things didn’t turn out as he daydreamed they would, without having to resort to this deceitful method...

The feeling of your heaving chest against his and your arms tightening around his shoulders as you rode him pulled him out of his mind, reminding him that he should enjoy this precious moment with you.

Lyney’s hold on your hips became tighter, taking the reigns on the pace again, canting his hips upwards to meet your body at an unforgiving pace. He sucked marks onto your neck.

Greed consumed his judgment, and he bit down with unprecedented force.

Your pained whine didn’t deter him from sucking more hickeys on your unprofaned skin. He needed this. Everyone has to know you’re his.

“Ow, Lyney…” You cried again, hoping that would send him the message to be gentler.

His thrusting ceased, and he put some space between your bodies, but not by much. It was only to take in the sight of the teeth shaped dents on your flesh, along with the reddish marks scattered in the expanse of your shoulders.

Lyney wasn’t a rough lover. He’s got enough introspection to know that.

Your existence, from day one, made him discover a new train of thoughts he was never aware that he could have: the cravings of roughing up in the most pleasurable of ways. Often, Lyney would fantasize about littering your body with his kisses and bites, seizing your arms, and securing you against his frame—not leaving a single inch of space between one another.

Your lovestruck visage seemed to lure him deeper into degeneracy, after all, not only were your eyes pleading for more, but your body as well. Lyney swallowed hard, calming himself down before he cummed too fast with how your pussy tensed around him.

“F-Fuck, Lyney— You feel so good,” You whined, locking your legs around him and using the leverage to make him thrust into you. “Why did you stop? Hurry up, please. Fuck your cum into me,”

Your words weren’t helping his case. Lyney panted against your neck, content with merely kissing and kneading your tits with his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and making you tremble from lust.

The magician longed for this moment to never end, for the morning to never come, when the hypnosis would end for that day. Because you’ll forget everything that happened prior to the hypnosis, and you’ll want to come back to him every day so he can help you. Lyney convinced himself that he could allow himself to be selfish for once in his life.

“What a naughty mouth for such a lovely face,” He tutted before nipping your bottom lip. Whichever retort you had died in your throat when Lyney’s tongue slipped into your mouth, playing with yours without permitting a single second for you to collect your thoughts. “But who am I to deny you when you keep pulling me into you, as if not wanting to let go…”

With those words, he resumed his unyielding thrusts, and the lascivious noise of the bed creaking from the movements filled the room. Lyney hugged the leg you proceeded to rest on his shoulder, your other leg quivering from the onslaught of pleasure behind him. The position made it easier for him to stuff you with his dick; it was too much, and you lost yourself in the delightful sensations. Lyney was lucid enough to understand you were about to give out, so his hand darted to hold yours, squeezing it to keep you grounded.

Amidst the heartfelt intertwinement, a broken whine of his name escaped your lips when you orgasmed. Lyney doubled over at the feeling of your drenched cunt squeezing him so deliciously, he didn’t stand a chance and cummed almost right after you.

As he caught his breath, he helped you lower your leg back in its place and pressed his lips to yours, his hand caressing the side of your face.

[misserabella]

here.

javier peña x fem! reader

synopsis; Javier and you simply fucked when his job took the best of him, to blow up some steam. You were nothing, just really close friends…, right? Maybe the thought of loosing you ‘causes him to finally open up.

warnings; +18 content, minors don’t interact!, arms, guns, mentions of death and terrorism, unprotected sex (GUYD STDS ARE REAL, WRAP THE DONG UP), piv sex, oral sex (f! receiving), kid of rough/desperate sex, cursing, nipple play, fingering, dirty talking, praising, a little bit of angst with fluff at the end, cursing, cream pie, no use of y/n! use of pet names and spanish from Javi<3!

a/n: please remember that english is not my first language! tell me if there are any gramatical errors. hope y’all love it!<3

Javi was a really close friend… And when you meant really, you truly meant it.

You two had gotten to know each other while sharing an office on the police department, and one night that things had wrong and had come to you staying working late, he had touched you in need of a distraction, in need of someone that could understand. And you could understand.

That’s why you let him use you, fuck away senseless his pain, his frustration, his rage…

He fucked into you like you were the only thing left for him to tug on. Kissed you like you were the only bits of oxygen left in the world.

And after that… His need for you became more frequently to this day.

It was late at night when you heard an stressful knocking coming from your door. You rubbed your eyes open, a frown showing on your face when your eyes landed on the clock beside you on the night table. 3:20 AM.

The new knocking had you pulling yourself to your feet, hissing at the cold that stung your feet.

You quickly went to the door, opening it when the knocking only got more intense. You had your gun on your right hand, ready to shoot in case of need.

The gun met the forehead of whoever had woken you up, your hands quickly pushing it away when you met your co-worker’s and leaving it aside.

“Javi?” you called out to him with a confused look. “What are you doing here? Are you okay?” he seemed out of breath, body glistening in the softest sweat. “Ja-“

And as you were about to inquire him once again, he plunged into your home, his warm calloused hands cupping your face to bring you into a searing kiss that had you gasping into his mouth.

You whimpered when he closed the door behind him and quickly pushed you to the wall on your right, his hands roaming your body with the urgency that always came in this situations: He had had a bad day. Maybe a bad week. The thing with Escobar was getting really hard; the bombing, the loss, the deaths, the fear…

Your fingers laced on his hair, and he hummed, thanking you, when you opened your mouth for him.

His hands cupped your breasts from under your silk night gown, letting the lace of your panties show for his angry eyes. Your moaning was angelic.

“Joder.” he had you over his shoulder in less than a second, throwing you onto your bed, making the head broad dent the wall.

“Javi…” you moaned when his lips latched to your neck, his hands back to your tits and his hardened clothed cock pushing against your cunt.

You helped him get rid of your gown, leaving you almost completely exposed to his hungry eyes. His lips sucked on your nipples as one of his hands came down in between your bodies to cup your pussy, a wet patch growing on your panties under his fingertips. You screamed when he pushed the panties aside to let show your beautiful and puffy soaked lips only of him. “Fuck, darling, you’re so wet already…” he muttered against your chest as his fingers dipped and found your clit, making your head fall back and a pornographic moan to leave your lips. “Such a good girl getting all ready for me to fuck, hm?” you nodded, his touch electrifying. “Look at that. She’s swallowing my fingers…” your walls clenched around two of his fingers when he plunged them inside, making your back curl. It was always a stretch, but nowhere like the feeling of his cock fucking you open. “You’re so beautiful baby.” you cheeks reddened at the compliment, a whimper leaving your lips when his kisses trailed down your stomach, a peck being given to the patch of hair on your mound. “Smell so sweet…” your eyes glistened when you saw him take his two fingers inside his mouth, tongue lapping at your juices and making him hum. “Taste so good too. You drive me insane.” you hands flew to his hair when he dove in, sucking on your clit as his fingers started to fuck into you again.

“Fuck, Javi!” he smirked against your cunt when his fingers found that perfect spot hidden in between your gummy walls, his fingers curling in a relentless peace, that has you falling apart under his touch. “Please don’t stop…” you begged, and the hand clutching your right high squeezed your flesh in an assuring way that told you that he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t. Not when you tastes so good and sounded so angelical. Not when he needed you so bad.

It only took a few laps at your clit to had you gushing and coming onto his mouth, making him groan. You moaned as he worked you through it, telling you how perfect you were and how good you were being for him.

When his lips met yours, your tongue tasted your orgasm off his mouth, the kiss sloppy, hungry and needy, spit dribbling down your bottom lip and onto your chin. You were quick to help him get rid of his polo, pants and underwear, freeing his aching cock.

No matter how many times you had seen him it was always a shock to see how big and thick he was, always a stretch to take him when he would part your lips with his bedded head and pushed inside. You always remembered how he had fucked you for the first time, how he had had you sobbing against the table as he whispered a soft ‘Come on, you can take it. Relax for me, that’s it, atta girl.’ against your neck.

You were even quicker to flop on your stomach, your ass up and pussy ready for him to fuck into, since that was how Javier always fucked you, on your fours.

“What are you doing?” he questioned and you frowned as your head tilted backwards.

“Getting ready…?” you send back in the same unsure tone, a squeal leaving your throat when his big strong arms took you to push you down onto your back once again.

“Not tonight, amor. Tonight I need to see you.” he muttered, and before you could open your mouth to inquire him, he was pushing inside.

You cried out at the feeling, the sting of pain that came with pleasure making you reach out for his back, your nails digging on his skin.

He grunted as he slowly pushed more of him inside your tight walls. “That’s it, baby, open up for me.” he whispered onto your ear when your walls started to relax around him and suck him in.

You both moaned when he finally bottomed out, hitting that deep spot that him and only him had ever reached.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, honey, so fucking good…” he muttered as his hips started to snap into you, making your nails go in deeper. “Always so good for me, so pretty… Fuck, fuck,fuck…”

Your whimpers and moans got cut out with every each of his now harsh and quick thrust. You could feel it, feel it in the way he kisses you, in the way he fucked you into the mattress, how there was no space left in between the two of you, how his hands gripped and bruised your hips as he brought you impossibly closer to him…

Don’t leave. That’s what he was trying to say. Don’t die. I need you. Don’t leave.

“I’m here, Javi. I’m here…” you cried out as he fucked into you, tears breaming your eyes at the intensity of your now incoming orgasm. He pushed deeper at your promise. ‘Cause it was a promise.

“Fuck.” he groaned when your walls started to milk him, a scream falling of your lips as he hit your g spot relentlessly. You were dizzy on it, drunk on his skin and his cologne, high on his kisses and his thrusting. “Looking so pretty. Shit.”

“Javi, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed and he only sped up, one of his hands moving to roll your clit in between his fingers.

“Come for me, mi amor, come for me.” your ears rang and your vision went white when your new orgasm came crushing down on you, making you scream out his name for the neighbors to hear. “Look at you. Eres mía mi amor. All mine.” “Fuck, you’re getting so tight…” he grunted against your neck as he made a mark there. “Gonna milk me dry…” he fucked you through it, his dick getting coated by your white release, which now painted the brush of hair on the base of his cock. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

“Inside Javi, please…” you begged, and he was quick to paint your walls with his cum, making your eyes roll back at the feeling. You loved it. Loved it when he would come inside, make you his. Mark you as his from the inside out.

You two stood there, riding out your own respective highs in between each others arms. But you knew it wouldn’t last. ‘Cause it never did.

Tears stung your eyes when he slid out of you, making you hiss at the overstimulation. You knew what came next. He would get up, get his clothes and leave without even saying goodbye ‘till the next time he’d come to you, only for it to happen all over again.

You gave him your back, ‘cause you didn’t want to see. And didn’t want him to see you too, crying your heart out after every night he’d fuck you senseless and hugging yourself at the cold that his skin left behind.

But your breath hitched when after the shuffling of clothes, the bed sank under his weight behind you, and your heart stopped when one of his arms surrounded your waist to pull you closer and against his chest.

It was completely silent in between the two of you, only the sound of cars passing by and both your steady breathing filling the silence of the room.

You slowly tuned around in between his arms, his eyes finding yours under the dim light of your salt lamp.

He left a soft and gentle kiss on your forehead, which made your heart flutter and eyes close. You didn’t understand. He had never been like this. He had never fucked you on your back, facing him, never even stayed after it. So what was going on?

You noticed he hadn’t gotten dressed, he had just folded everything back onto the chair of your vanity so tomorrow neither of you would trip on it. Your eyes swelled in tears as you looked at him. And that’s when you saw it, in his eyes. This longing, this love that he has never let himself show you, never letting you look into his eyes as he fucked you, even less as he left you in the middle of the night.

“I’m here, amor. I’m here.” he promised back with a soft smile.

You quickly leaned into the kiss that now his lips planted on your own. It was sweet, slow. A kind of kiss that talked when words weren’t enough. Your hands found his hair and his your hips, bringing you closer, hugging you to his chest. His skin was warm, his body the missing piece of yours.

You let him hold you, let him look into your eyes and pour all the words that he never found himself to mutter on your heart. Let him kiss you, let him mark you, and let him fuck himself back into you once again when he had rose one of your legs over his hips, making you fall apart in between his arms as he whispered beautiful words into the night until the sunrise.

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hope y’all liked it, love you xx

xxx

[snackugaki]

hi sorry hello excuse if i could just pardon trying to get through sorry just lemme makikiraan po it’s okay gonna sumimasen squeeze in right here perdón yeah no it’s fine just excusez moi just gotta gonna commit a little words crime and i’ll be outta your hair hha ha a

... my humor isn’t so much low hanging fruit as it’s the fruit on the ground that the wasps have eaten and gotten drunk from the fermentation and are uselessly trying to sting the air

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... i legit don’t know the general etiquette for tagging people you don’t know two days in a row... 

w elp; y’all should read up, 10/10 i love

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Replica by @kathaynesart

EDIT: .......... i forGOT MNMC’S RED CRESCENTS  FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF but I remembered his dumb nipple dents, call that equivalent exchange

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Daddy-Dom bf!Pedri | Tall brat gf!You. 

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, power imbalance, manhandling, stern Pedri, Daddy kink, spanking, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, nipple play, ddlg. Please do not read if this isn't your cup of tea. Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact.  

-> Part I Here <- This continuation probably only exists because of @percysley

You are too greedy for your own good.

And though you will probably never admit it to your Daddy who always says that, when his hand comes down on your very naked poor little sorry butt again, you jump before letting out a whine. 

Your long legs dangle from where you're sprawled across Pedri's lap and curl against the ground. "Mmmmh!" You can't help but groan when he grips one of your arms and cups the curve of your nether regions to push your body up and adjust its position to expose it better to his wrath. "Daddy, please!" Your arms that he has folded and locked under the hand that's not busy bruising your ass struggle in their bind. 

You had chosen ice cream. 

But as the flavor of one of your favorite treats continued to fade on your tongue, you weren't sure if whining until he gave you the choice between a hefty cupful of yummy butterscotch ice cream or a spanking only for you to choose the former had been the right decision. 

Your Daddy had a rather deceiving physique.

Because while he did not look like the strongest guy ever, the guy could pull and land some weight pretty effortlessly. 

Pedri being the stern brat tamer that he was had turned a deaf ear to your begs and pleads -unless you were to use your safeword- as he continued to heat up your ass. 

"Daddy! I am sorryugh!" You almost snapped this time around, wincing as you tried to dodge his hits but all in vain. 

"Yeah?" You groaned when he squeezed one of your aching cheeks and pulled at it.

"Ugh, yes!" 

Your Daddy clicked his tongue. "I don't know, little one" as your cheek was allowed to move back into its place, his fingers dragged across your hot skin, tracing the linear dent between your buttcheeks. "Doesn't sound like it" your legs kicked when he suddenly pulled his palm back only to bring it colliding against your pitiable ass again. 

"Owie, Daddyyyy!" You bounced in all directions in a comical way. "I am! I do mean it- owwwwie fuuuu-"

"What was that?" Your eyes widened when you were pulled backwards and closer to him by your arms. 

Oh no! 

You nearly said a naughty word!

"Nothing, Daddy! OmaiGawd, nothing nothing!" You sputtered in an alarming way, hoping and praying that he didn't hear.

Pedri clicked his tongue in disapproval and you could just visualize him shaking his head. "What a shameful little thing this is" your thighs that you had brought together were smacked apart, the sound of skin colliding with skin nearly echoing off the walls. "Causing a scene in the bookstore like our Daddy hasn't taught us any manners" the blow that came down this time around made your pucker sting because of the distance he had created between your knees. 

"Owieeee!" He spoke over your pitiful cries. 

"Then arguing against rules–"

"I wasn't arguing– ouuuuch!" That earned you two more spanks, one on each cheek. 

"Arguing again" the sternness of his tone made you mum and you whimpered, lowering your head. He let you dwell in the humiliating silence for a couple seconds as he caressed your throbbing ass and sit spots before continuing. "Then bargaining with Daddy" another spank, "only to pretend like we didn't remember choosing spanking for ice cream!" The spanks he landed now were short, firm and calculated. "As if all that isn't pathetic enough, saying big naughty words that are absolutely forbidden for silly little baby sluts like yourself!"

"I am sorrryyyy!" Was all you could speak through your sorry snot. 

"And then…" A gasp left you when he harshly cupped the mound between your legs and squeezed it. "Making a mess all over Daddy's pants like it's playtime" your flushed face heated up even more as your speedy pulse began to riot, your heart thumping in your chest. "Tsk" the squelching of your wetness was loud in the otherwise quiet room as Pedri gathered some on his fingers before feeling it. "Just too silly to know anything, aren't we, baby?" Your holes clenched when he spread the cool juices over your seething cheeks. 

You moaned and whined, pushing your ass up against his hand for more, the pain in your lower half giving way to something more powerful. 

Pedri snickered under his breath and then you felt his hand curl around your thigh. "Such a dirty little slut I've here" a loud squeak escaped you when he suddenly flipped you over so now you were laying down on your back. "Her little mind is too small to know the difference between punishment and playtime, huh?" One of his hands pushed your shirt up to reveal the chest that he loved to play with, and the other one pushed your legs apart. "So whenever Daddy so much as even touches her, she's ready to go" his vile words were pricking at your face but you were too far gone to protest, whining and biting your lips in anticipation as his fingers twirled one of your nipples between them.

"Mmm~" your hands hung above your head. 

Pedri's eyes were dark as he shook his head at the way you moaned when his fingers brushed your sex. "Dirty, dirty baby" your eyes widened when his hand pulled back before landing on your pussy, causing your whole body to twist and jerk upwards. "What?" He spoke to you in a baby voice like you were nothing more. "Aw, bunny…" Your cruel Daddy clicked his tongue as he wound his hand back and brought it down on your folds again. "This isn't playtime!" A bile formed in your throat when he paused momentarily to spread your pussy lips to expose the flushed flesh underneath. "But of course, you're too much of an airhead to know that, aren't you?" The spank that thundered against your soaked pussy now was piercing in its quality. 

You had a long evening to go before you could hope for some mercy or chance at redemption. 

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Pedri makes me feral. Unedited. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

[woobiedoovo]

Same anon as before and yay I'm glad to be one of your first <3333

What do you think of noncon stancest?!? I've been getting into noncon a lot so I just wanna see if other stancesties see my vision aswell!

My lovely Anon, your vision is SEEN. And you are 100% right.

So, first things first, it’s already well established that Stan would do literally ANYTHING for Ford. As long as Ford tries hard enough to convince him, he’s able to make Stan do anything he wants. So I can 100% see some dubcon/noncon happening between the pair. Especially before Weirdmageddon!!

I can just imagine-

After a long day doing of tours and taking care of the younger pair of pine twins, Stan was ready to hit the hay. After a nice, long shower he changed into his wife-beater and favorite worn out pair of boxers. Not even bothering to cover himself with a blanket, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Not to long after, Ford silently slipped into the room, eyes immediately zeroing in on Stan's sleeping form. He had been spending most of his time ignoring Stanley since he's gotten back. It was for the best, Stanford had reasoned with himself. it was either that or Ford was going to end up jumping Stan in the middle of the day. Despite Stan's general grouchiness, he had become quite attractive over the years.

Not that Stanley hadn't always been very handsome, Ford noted to himself silently as he approached the rather small bed for a man Stanley's size. Taking a minute to look for any signs of Stan not being 100% asleep, he finally allowed himself to run his hand through his twins hair.

It was as soft as he remembered, Ford mused as he climbed over Stanley, placing himself between the other mans legs. Running his hands up his thighs, Ford marveled at their plushness. Even with the layer of fat he could feel the corded muscles beneath, flexing and tensing in reaction to Stanford's curious touch.

One of the things he's enjoyed the most in the weeks he's been back, he decided, was the weight Stanley had gained when Ford was away. When they were younger, Stan was always the larger twin in both muscle and fat, and Ford had always found a perverse pleasure in the way Stan's body so stubbornly held onto it's baby fat. Whenever Stan would loudly complain, Ford would simply admire the flush of his rounded cheeks and the way his stomach would fold over his jeans.

He was glad even after all these years, Stan still stayed as soft. Leaning forward, he scrunched Stanley's tank top up under his arm-pits. Taking a hand full of Stanley's pectoral, he fondled the mans breast, almost hypnotized by the pink nub that was hardening under Ford's gentle ministrations. Mouth watering, he took one of the tantalizing peaks into his mouth, sucking softly. From above he could hear Stanley's breath hitch, a moan spilling from his brothers lips. Alternating to the other nipple, Ford used his unoccupied hand to trail down Stan's hairy stomach, lightly cupping the mans growing erection. Ford couldn't help but smile around Stan's nipple when he felt the small dent. So cute.

With a pop, Stanford took a moment to admire his work. Both of Stan's nipples stood stiff, the soft pink now an angry, puffy red. Ford wanted to bare his teeth and bite down, to leave an imprint of teeth around the two buds, but he knew better. Stan wasn't a very deep sleeper and he had to be careful. He would hate for his fun to end so early.

Letting out a groan, he palmed at his own aching erection. Taking a moment to free himself, he then moved his hands to pull Stanley's boxers off, watching intently the way his cock bobbed up in down in a mock greeting. Swiping at the head, Ford felt Stan arch into his touch, precum eagerly beading at the tip. Smirking, Ford gave his brother a few strokes, enjoying the way Stanley squirmed from his attention. Pulling his hand away, he finally moved lower, letting his pointer finger prod at Stan's hole.

Grabbing the small bottle of lube he had stored in his coat in preparation, he poured a generous amount onto his hand, grimacing at the sensation before slowly inserting a finger into Stanley's ass.

Ford took his time, gently stretching Stan’s hole with an almost methodical approach. One finger, lube, a second finger, pause to make sure Stan is still asleep, more lube, then a third. Spreading the fingers snuggly tucked away in Stan’s ass, Ford imagined a day where Stan could take all of Stanford’s fingers. Another day, he decided.

Deeming Stanley appropriately stretched, he grabbed his own weeping cock. Drizzling a small amount onto his dick, he gave himself a few strokes before positioning his head at Stanley’s entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly sheathed himself into Stanley’s warmth. It was heaven. Leaning his head against Stan’s stomach, Ford took a few moments to collect himself, to lost in the perfect sensation of Stan to register the confused moan coming from the man below him.

“Ford?”

Stan jolted as his ass clenched around Ford’s cock. “Stanford what the hell-!” Ford slammed his hand against Stan’s mouth, muffling the rest of his angry shouts.

“Shh, Stanley. You wouldn’t want the twins hearing you, would you?” Eyes wide with anger, Stan kicked his legs, trying to push himself away from his brother. Tutting, Stanford gripped Stan’s hips and started to hammer into Stan. Hands clenching the sheets, Stan moaned desperately. “Such a good boy, Stanley. Look at you, you’re taking me so well. I knew you’d be perfect for me, Lee. So perfect.”

“Fuck. You.” Stan grunted, scrunching up his face as he tried to ignore the way his dick throbbed and ass twitched. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing Stanley,” With a particularly harsh thrust, Ford watched as Stan’s eyes widened, pupils blown. “Ah, there it is.” He muttered, angling his hips to continuously hit Stan’s prostate.

Reaching up a hand, he started to pinch Stanley’s nipples, pulling on them with every other thrust. “Fuck, Ford. You asshole- Fucking stop!” Despite Stan’s objections, his body was practically begging for more. From his weeping cock to the way his hole clenched around Ford’s dick, Stanford could tell Stan was enjoying himself. Even his protests seemed to die down the longer Ford fucked into him.

“God, Ford. Please, I’m going to-,” Stanford smashed hips lips against Stan’s forcing his tongue in his mouth. Pulling away, Ford groaned into Stan’s ear.

“Do it Stanley, Cum from my cock. Do it.” Almost on command, Stan arched into Stanford’s body, cuming. His hands desperately grasped for purchase along Ford’s back. Hissing at the stinging pain from Stan’s blunt nails, he came, forcing his cock deep into Stan’s warmth.

For the next few minutes, the twins simply breathed. Taking in each other’s disheveled appearance, both of them flopped onto the bed, exhausted. Pulling a blanket over their bodies, Ford wrapped his arms around Stan, pressing his head into his turtleneck. Laying his head on Stan’s, he started to drift, satisfied.

“Your cocks still in my ass.”

[impala-dreamer]

Mine

A Supernatural Story 

~Dean gets a little rough with you, leaving lovely little marks behind so you remember who owns you...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Cas Cameo

1,667 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Dom!Dean, Rough Sex, Slapping, Spanking, Biting, Hickies, Oral, Yummy Stuff. 

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“Mine…”

Dean’s voice echoed through your head, pushing everything else away. He swept your thoughts into the deepest corners until there was nothing on your mind but his voice and the pleasure he was giving.

“All mine.”

His lips were wet and swollen, sliding across your skin like ice on velvet. His kisses stung, burning into your flesh as he sucked hard at random places, leaving a map of bruises like breadcrumbs down your body.

Shifting over you, he fit his right knee against your naked cunt and pressed upwards, rubbing hard.

A moan fell from your lips and you shuddered. Your voice was weak and heavy, coated with lust.

“Please…”

Dean smirked and fell down, curling himself in on you. He sealed his lips around your left nipple and tugged until your back lifted from the mattress.

“Fuck! Dean!”

“These tits are mine,” he growled, moving over to caress your right tit with his teeth. “All mine.”

The nipple hardened in his mouth and he flicked his tongue over it, sending a jolt of pure, desperate pleasure to your pussy. Your clit throbbed and wetness leaked free, dribbling down onto his knee.

“Yours, yeah… yes!”

His breath was like fire burning your sensitive skin. You gasped as he let your nipple go and the relief of his bite disappearing made you whimper and grind down on his knee.

“So needy…” Dean teased as he moved over an inch to suck a blossom into the side of your tit. Pain sparkled behind your eyes but it soon eased into a delicious throb.

“Yes,” you whined, reaching up to claw at his broad shoulders. “Need you so bad…”

His smile was devious, his eyes dark with desire. He pushed up on his strong arms and hovered above you, leaving enough space between your bodies to send a wave of cool air over your skin. You hissed at the feeling and dug your nails into the back of his neck, desperate to pull him back down.

He resisted and licked his lips, eyeing your body as if he meant to eat you whole. He flashed a smile, tiny canine teeth gleaming like fangs in your eyes. You shivered and pouted, wanting them back on your tits, your throat, anywhere that he pleased.

“Dean…”

He clicked his tongue and bent to kiss you, invading your mouth with his heat before you could take another breath. He dropped down, crushing you with full weight and your head began to spin from lack of oxygen.

He breathed into you, saving your life, and your eyes rolled back to pure white.

“This mouth is mine,” he whispered before taking a bite of your bottom lip.

Sucking in a heavy breath, you nodded, giving in completely.

Enthused, he sat back on his knees and grabbed your face between two fingers, puckering your lips painfully. His fingertips dug into the hollow of your cheeks and you went limp, unable to fight him off even if you wanted to.

“It’s mine. You use it to please me.”

Again, you nodded, locked in his grasp.

He let you go with a tiny shove and you settled back onto the pillow. He grabbed your tits, his wide palm nearly eclipsing the entire globe on either side.

“These tits are mine,” he grit, squeezing hard, denting your skin with his fingertips. “They exist for my pleasure.”

Panting, you agreed. “Yes. Yours.”

To drive his point home, he let go and reared back, slapping your tits hard. They bounced and your cried out, startled and flooded with arousal. Each stab of his nails or scrape of his teeth was like a shock straight to your cunt. Every cell inside of you was alive and on fire and you could feel yourself dripping down onto the bed, so wet, so ready for him.

“Please…” You couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop yourself from begging and he didn’t seem to mind.

The tighter you were wound, the harder he teased, the louder you whimpered, the longer he took to toy with you.

The bed creaked as he moved to sit between your legs. He pushed your thighs open with warm, firm hands, and you held your breath, unsure of where he was going or what torment was to come.

His eyes narrowed on your face, watching you melt as he ran his fingers slowly down your body. When he reached your belly, he turned his hand and scratched the rest of the way down, leaving a faint raised line in his wake. The scrape burned but you had no time to dwell on the pain as he shoved a single finger between your pussy lips. Your heart skipped, pulse thudding in your ears as he tapped your clit three times, just enough to make your hips raise up but not enough to push you any further.

“This is mine,” he said, teeth grit and jaw twitching. “All of your pleasure belongs to me.” Again, he tapped your clit and sparks lit behind your eyes. “Every drop of pleasure is mine. All of it.” He swirled his middle finger around the pulsing bud and your muscles tensed.

“Yes,” you whined, barely able to hold still. “All yours. Yes. Please!”

He added another fingers and squeezed on either side of your clit.

Your breath halted, your pussy fluttered around nothing.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice gruff and low. “I own your pleasure.”

The pressure was infuriating and delicious and your mind was quickly becoming nothing more than a blob of pure mush.

You gave in.

“You… you own my pleasure.”

Dean looked like the perfect devil, glaring down at you with his tongue pressed between his front teeth. A tiny smile turned the corners of his plump lips and he rubbed at your clit a little harder.

“Again.”

His command wrapped in and around you like a warm blanket and your body relaxed beneath him.

“You own my- my pleasure. You own my pleasure…”

He was gone in a blink, dropping down and slithering between your thighs. His tongue lashed against your aching clit and you nearly screamed at the heat of it, the quickness of his movements.

“Mine.”

You clawed the sheets, rocked your hips against his mouth. “Yours!”

Deftly, he slid two fingers into your cunt and the world disappeared around you. He pumped his wrist and your ears began to ring. He crooked his fingers and your body trembled, fighting against the impending pleasure.

“I own your pleasure.”

You echoed, almost unconsciously. “You own… my pleasure…”

Another flick of his tongue and you broke, cumming hard on his hand and thrusting mindlessly against his face. He grinned and drank you down, lapping at the wetness as it squirted from your body.

“That’s it,” he hissed, “give it to me.”

Your body arched off the bed and he growled, hands grabbing at your hips as he pushed up and away.

“Mine.”

He flipped you over easily, moving your limp body like you weighed nothing. Your face sank into the pillow as he tugged on your hips, yanking your ass up high.

“All mine.”

He slapped your ass hard and pushed your knees apart with his own. You struggled to accommodate him, dizzy with lingering orgasm and aching from his attacks.

“This ass is mine.” He squeezed hard and you could almost feel the bruises blooming under his touch.

He pushed into you, sliding his stiff cock through your wetness and rubbing the tip against your clit.

“Fuck!” A fresh wave of arousal spread through you and you wiggled back, begging with your entire being. “Please, Dean!”

His palm cracked against your ass again and you cried out, sure the rest of the motel could hear you through the walls.

As if that were his goal, he spanked you a third time, chuckling as you screamed.

“So loud,” he teased, running his hand swiftly up your spine. “Keep it that way.” When he reached your head, he tugged his fingers through your hair and yanked, forcing your head back as he slammed his cock into you.

The pleasure doubled, nearly knocking you out. He clawed at your back, hooked his fingers into your hips, bit down on your neck, claiming every single inch.

“All mine.”

Drool spilled from your slack lips and your eyes fluttered with every rough thrust of his hips. He grit his teeth and hissed, sweat breaking out across his freckled face and smooth chest.

“So fucking hot, babydoll…”

His pace quickened and you lost control, cumming again and crying into the mattress. Your muffled scream pushed him over the edge and he pulled out, jerking his cock until he covered your ass in his hot cum.

“All mine…”

They were waiting for you in the car, morning sun gleaming off of the windshield and hiding their faces. Dean revved the engine as you approached and Castiel rolled down the passenger side window.

His eyes narrowed as he watched you struggle with the short walk from the room to the Impala. Your legs were shaky, your steps light and careful. He cocked his head as you got into the backseat with a groan and turned around to inquire.

Blue eyes went wide when he saw the marks on your throat and a bit of collarbone not covered by your flannel.

“Y/N… are you alright?”

His voice was high with worry and you smiled softly, shaking your head.

“I’m alright, Cas. All good.”

Dean’s eyes found you in the rearview and your pussy clenched. The angel took a breath, ready to protest, but Dean cleared his throat.

“She’s fine.”

Castiel hummed in understanding, reading the tension around him. Still, his gaze lingered over a particularly dark spot on your pulse and he lifted his hand towards you.

“I could get rid of them if you want.”

Jerking away from his touch, you shook your head quickly and met Dean’s eyes in the mirror again.

“No thanks,” you said. “I like them…”

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[more-better-words]

15. "Close your eyes."

(for Trip and T/Pol, of course!)

Why you sneaky so-and-so. 😛

Heads up - spiciness incoming below the cut.

No, seriously.

T'Pol approached Trip's door with a purpose that evening. She opened it at his acknowledgement, and as soon as she had closed it, she announced, "I have been thinking a great deal on a sexual matter."

Trip, sitting at his desk, looked at her for a long moment. "Hi," he said finally. "How was your day?"

"I apologize, I-"

"T'Pol," he stopped her. "I'm teasing." He gave a cheeky smile. "I'm always interested if you've been thinkin' about sex." He stood, taking her hand and turning it over in his. "So what's on your mind?"

She took a deep breath. Now to actually vocalize her thoughts. "During a previous...encounter...you were behind me, and you kissed the back of my neck in a way that was..." She looked down at his hand, still holding hers. "It was extremely pleasing."

"I remember that," he said softly.

"I wished to...indulge in that...form again. If you were agreeable."

She glanced at him, and found him smiling a small, knowing, slightly flattered smile. "It's good of you to check in," he said, "but that one's a real easy ask." He bent his head to kiss her cheek, very close to her ear. "You've been thinkin' about that?"

"Almost to the point of distraction," she admitted.

"Well," he murmured, dropping a gentle kiss at the curve of her jaw, "it's rude to keep a lady waiting."

He kissed the side of her neck, lifting a hand to trail his fingers from the nape of her neck to the collar of her shirt. She let out a deep breath; she could feel his mouth move in a smile as he slowly circled her, kissing his way towards her spine. Finding her collar an impediment, he reached around her to unbutton her shirt and let it slide to the floor, all the while tracing figures on her skin with his lips and tongue. She tilted her head forward, feeling her breath hitch.

Yes, this was good.

His hand slid up to cup her breast; her nipple hardened almost instantly at his touch, and he nipped at her neck with a little sound of interested pleasure. "Hmmmm..." His other hand slipped into her pants, deep between her legs, finding her arousal. "This really is doin' it for you," he murmured in her ear.

"Very much," she whispered raggedly.

He turned his head to kiss the opposite ear. "So what happens next?" he breathed.

She hadn't really thought that far ahead, but suddenly she knew, absolutely, what her answer was. "I do not wish to turn around." She felt him nod.

"Okay." He pressed another soft, lingering kiss at the base of her neck, brushing her softly with his tongue. "Close your eyes," he whispered. "Let me drive."

It was an excellent suggestion. With her eyes closed, she could focus on the sensation of his lips, his hands, his erection digging into the back of her thigh almost painfully, but its presence was welcome and wanted. She felt him release her momentarily. With a sound of fabric moving, the contact resumed, skin to skin. He moved her gently - she found herself against the desk, her hands pressed to its surface as he carefully removed the rest of her clothes.

She kept her eyes closed, centering herself on the feeling of his body molded against hers as he entered her. "God, T'Pol..." he sighed, his breath catching.

He moved in her slowly, his fingers still working gently. She tried to manage her own breathing, but she could feel the familiar tension building, the wave cresting. She shuddered, and a half second later, so did he. "Oh God... sweetheart, do you have any idea how hard you make this sometimes?"

"I know precisely how hard," she whispered.

He chuckled breathlessly. "Now she's makin' jokes."

The tension seized, and her hands clutched at the desk as a deep gasp tore at her throat. She caught herself, dimly aware that she seemed to have dented the surface. Behind her, Trip's hands tightened, his breath growing labored. He held her hard against him, his face pressed to the side of her neck, and then he slumped.

"One of these days..." he muttered to himself as he sank into the floor, pulling her with him. It was an undignified position, but neither of them cared.

"I believe I damaged your desk," she said. He laughed.

"Good thing I know the guy who's in charge of repairs around here." He nuzzled at the side of her neck. "So...good?"

"I damaged your desk."

He laughed again. "I'll take that as a yes."

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The Legacy of The Dark Knight

With Oppenheimer generating so much talk about Christopher Nolan, there still might be some that are maybe unfamiliar with his work, and why this director/writer/producer is so highly regarded. In short, one of the main reasons why he has become so well-known is because of his take on The Caped Crusader in The Dark Knight, and with 2023 celebrating 15 years since its release, we thought it might be a good time to reflect on the movie, and attempt to uncover why it achieved such critical acclaim. The Legacy of The Dark Knight When Batman Begins was released in 2005, fans were not ready for what Christopher Nolan was going to do to one of the most iconic superheroes to ever exist. He stripped back that ridiculous feeling that emitted from predecessors like Batman Forever & Batman & Robin and based his vision of Bruce Wayne/Batman in a much more solidified way. Ultimately, it felt like Bruce Wayne was living in the same world as us. With a stomping soundtrack from Hans Zimmer (You can hear it right now can’t you?) along with a whole host of legendary performances from Cillian Murphy (Fun fact, Cillian Murphy auditioned for the role of Batman before becoming Scarecrow), Liam Neeson (Ra's al Ghul), Michael Caine (Alfred Pennyworth), to name just a few, Batman Begins was a monumental hit and a refreshing reminder of how important this DC character is. As the title suggests, it was just a taste of things to come, and what came next was something truly special... If you ask anyone in the street to name a Batman villain, the first one that would come to mind for most is The Joker! When it was confirmed that The Joker would be making an appearance in The Dark Knight, fans and cinema attendees alike went into complete overdrive with excitement. Let’s not forget though, that at the time, fans were skeptical of Nolan’s decision to pick Heath Ledger as The Joker due to him being famous for projects that some thought weren’t in a similar vein to the seriousness of The Dark Knight, but when the credits started to roll, Nolan earned trust, and Heath proved every single doubter wrong. Heath Ledger’s take on The Joker is nothing short of iconic, and as someone who watched this film in the cinema when it came out, I can still remember just how silent the audience was every time Heath did a scene, his laugh, and frenzied presence was terrifying. Michael Caine famously mentioned how scared he was to just be on set with Heath when he was in costume as The Joker, and I believe him. With his unfortunate passing, The Dark Knight is just a snapshot of Heath’s diverse acting ability, and as a viewer, you can’t help but wonder what incredible roles he would have taken on next if he was still with us. A tragic loss to say the least. Now, I haven’t mentioned Christian Bale’s take on Batman yet, so let’s get stuck into that. In short, he is in my opinion one of the best Batman’s we have ever seen. He nailed the voice, and his nipple-free look as the Batman itself, is a modern, spot-on style, that again harks realism. Christian glues the plot together, he gives us a professional and streamlined Batman/Bruce Wayne, whilst giving space for supporting characters to thrive. Also, when it comes to cinematography, it doesn’t get much cooler than watching his version of Batman cruise around the streets of Gotham on his Batmobile, or Batbike, with Hans Zimmer’s heart-pounding soundtrack racing in the background. Going back to realism, that is certainly another key reason why this movie has lasted the test of time, and practical effects are nothing short of legendary here. There’s that classic sequence where Nolan flips a whole truck (this is NOT CGI), and the opening sequence with zip lines, clowns, and a bank robbery, instantly pulls in the viewer. Encasing the movie are standout performances from Aaron Eckhart (Harvey Dent), Maggie Gyllenhaal (Rachel Dawes), Gary Oldman (James Gordon), Morgan Freeman (Lucius Fox) and not forgetting a breakout role from David Dastmalchian. Just like Batman Begins, The Dark Knight features an outstanding cast. There are a ton of reasons why The Dark Knight is so well known (You could write an essay on the importance of each main character alone!), and this article only covers just some of those crucial points, so why not celebrate its 15th anniversary by revisiting the movie today. Read the full article

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𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 (𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒) || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: how the stains on eddie's sheets came to be

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. overstimulation, squirting, crying, lil bit of aftercare (is that aftercare or is it just normal pillowtalk?? i'll never know]

a/n: uhhhh i'm just gonna leave this here and go...

“Please,” you cry. Your back arches forward and your hands settle on Eddie’s stomach. You’re not even sure what it is you’re pleading for– him to stop or to keep going.

Eddie looks down to where you’re touching him. Pretty and dainty nails contrasting against one of his dark tattoos, digging into his skin and carving out a new one. Then lower, to his cock coming out of your cute little pussy with a white ring around the base like a medal.

He closes his eyes and squeezes your hips tightly. He has to take a deep breath so as to not cum for… what? The second time? Third time? He doesn’t even know. All he knows is that it aches yet feels euphoric, and you’ve almost milked him completely dry.

But when his gaze drifts even lower, to the puddle beneath you, made of both of your cum and the glistening liquid he managed to get out of you twice, – that, he remembers– his whole body seizes up with the need to see you come down one more time.

His hands explore the sides of your body, the heavy rings cooling the heat that emanates from your every pore. He strokes your waist, squeezes your tits and twists your nipples. Every little touch makes you shiver and whimper.

He cradles your wet face, brushes away a couple of tears before they can drip down your cheeks and slows down the pace, switching to deeper thrusts. Your little gasps are music to his ears.

“Just give me one more.” He’s the one begging now, kissing you through one of your sniffles as he hits the perfect spot he’s been abusing for almost an hour. He mumbles against your open mouth, his hot breath mingling with yours, “Please. Need to feel it. Need to- to see it. Please.”

Your lower lip wobbles as you shake your head. Eddie stops moving, buried to the hilt inside your sweet cunt. It keeps pulsing around him even though he’s not doing anything.

“Hey, hey,” he leans down on one arm and taps your cheek softly until you’re lazily blinking up at him. He smiles and you try to reciprocate, Eddie’s own grin widening when your lips pull up dazedly. “Hi, baby. I know you can do it, yeah?”

“I can’t,” you whine, hiccuping.

“Yeah, you can. You’re doin’ it already, see?” He cups the back of your head and tilts it down until you can see your hips grinding against his on their own, searching for friction. You flush in embarrassment, twitch in sensitivity when your clit finally drags against his hairy mound. “Fuck, baby, look so pretty,” he’s looking at your puffy and gleaming pussy. He smears a kiss on your forehead. “Need you to cum once more and soak this fucking sheet, and then we can do whatever you want.”

You bat your wet lashes at him and whisper tiredly, “Anythin’?”

“Anything,” he nods emphatically, the ends of his messy curls tickling your throat.

“Can we–” you lick your dry lips, your mouth cotton dry. “Can we watch ‘Pretty in Pink’, please?”

God, how could he ever say no to those puppy eyes and sweet little voice?

“We can watch it all fucking night if you want, princess.” You giggle and he’s done for– he chokes on his spit as he feels you contract around him. “Shit. Can I– please?”

“Sorry, sorry,” you say meekly, but Eddie can see the amusement in your eyes. You inhale shakily and give the guitar pick that hangs from his neck a playful poke. “Go ahead, cowboy.”

The little peace you knew flies out the open window of his trailer. He grips your hips once more and sees the couple of bruises forming, even a shallow dent in your skin caused by his rings. He moves his hips or he moves yours or it’s both at the same time, you can’t tell. It’s a flurry of thrusts and moans and wet sounds that leave you brain dead and scrambling for something to hold on to, Eddie’s voice echoing in your stuffed ears.

He never stops fucking talking.

“Got me whipped, sweet thing. Fuckin’ pussy whipped, the gang’s right. Don’t mind it though, feels so sweet around my cock. So fucking tight and warm, Jesus H. Christ.” The way the tip of his dick hits your cervix has your stomach tightening. “God, lemme just,” he searches through the slippery mess of your cunt and finds your clit, rubbing circles and flicking it until your vision goes white.

“Eddie,” you mewl and tug at his wrist. He intertwines the fingers of his free hand with yours and lets you hold on to him as you shake under him.

“That’s it, that’s, thaaat’s it,” he sounds pained as you soak the sheets, soak him. Every word is punctuated by a sloppy thrust that pulls sobs out of you. “Atta fucking girl.” His head falls back, his orgasm dangling on the edge. Of all things, it’s the sweet gesture of your kiss on the tips of his fingers and those teary eyes begging him silently that’s his unravelling. “I’m- I’m- Holy hell,” he whines as he cums.

It surprises you that he still has any cum left to give, but you don’t complain. There are a few things better than having Eddie fill you up.

He collapses forward, narrowly avoiding you, and slumps against the mattress. You squeeze his sides and it’s a relief to your emotional heart when he turns on his back and pulls you into his chest. The tears on your face mix with his sweat.

“You’re okay,” he chants. He pets your head, strokes your thigh that’s thrown over his waist. “You were so good, princess. Made me feel all fuzzy and shit,” he laughs and you close your eyes at the sound. A few minutes later, he sighs apologetically. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

You don’t have the chance to tell him no. He’s careful as he slips out of you with a wet sound that makes you whine in embarrassment. You hide your face behind your hands when the sticky white substance drips out of you and onto Eddie’s thigh, continuing it’s path to the bed sheet.

Eddie lowers your hands, strokes the inside of your wrist. “What’s wrong?”

You feel empty and disgusting, that’s what’s wrong. You don’t want to be clingy though, so you offer him half the truth, “I’m all dirty.”

There’s a knowing glint in his eye that tells you you are not doing a good job at hiding how you feel, but it’s gone when Eddie smirks teasingly. “I can clean you up in like, 5 minutes tops.”

“No!” you exclaim, knowing exactly what he means. “No, it’s gonna hurt, Eddie. After all that…” you trail off shyly, “‘m too sensitive.”

“Okay, okay. Guess I’ll have to do it the good ol’ fashioned way, then.” He sighs like it personally affects him. His palm presses against the side of your face and he moves his lips like a fish, “Gimme a kiss, at least. I miss those pretty lips.”

You laugh as he peppers your face with kisses; first your nose, then your cheek and chin and finally, your lips. “We’ll have to wash the sheets,” you chuckle and bump your noses together.

He groans. “Later,” and pulls you in for another kiss.

[venusiangguk]

swan song | jjk  (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / peeping tom!jk x oc

>>genre: strangers to friends to lovers ?

>>word count: 3.5k

>>warnings: peeping tom jk, sexy oc, voyeurism, exhibitionism, spying, masturbation (m/f), jk is so whiny 🙄, orgasm (m/f), cumshot, cum tasting kinda, me mentioning foreskin in everything i write, also me trying to make a literal peeping tom au kinda artsy lmao, BYEEEE, mentions of all the other sex stuff bc jk do be having a vivid imagination

>>notes: i am once again back with very niche one shot that no one asked for 🤩 just a lil something i knocked out, very not beta’d so all mistakes are mine i am so sorry

>>summary: jk watches you through your window almost every night.

[swan song: a final performance given before death or retirement]

Act 1

 Jeongguk watches you through your window almost every night. Not always, but usually.

 That’s what he’s doing right now. 

 You’re at your little vanity, doing your skincare, he assumes. Your long hair is pushed back by a plush headband with bunny ears. Small flyaways and baby hairs framing your face. Cute. 

 He can see your face through the mirror, how your chubby cheeks dent when you massage the face cream in, how they are a little red and flushed from the rubbing when you pull your hands away. 

 You tap something watery on your face before you stand, snatching your headband off and tossing it next to all the little jars and bottles. Your big tits jiggle in the tiny white spaghetti strap you're wearing as you walk towards your bed. No bra, nipples a little hard, the darker skin visible through the thin fabric of your shirt. Jeongguk moves to the side, back against the side of your house and out of the view of the window as you walk by. Careful. He’s always so careful.

 He’s not a complete creep. Really. You actually know him. Hang out with him on occasion. He thinks for a moment, while watching you as you look around your room like you misplaced something before you walk towards your backpack by the door and pull out your charger. He wouldn’t say you’re friends exactly. You’re coworkers, both waiting tables at the same little Japanese place by campus. You were partners in a science class you shared last semester. You had even let him come over, let him into your place to work on the final project for that class. Something about cells. 

 Jeongguk doesn’t really remember. Just remembers how sweet you were when you asked him if he wanted some tea, how soft your hands were when he took the glass from you. How the scent of your shampoo settled in his nose due to how close you sat next to him on your bed. A creamy floral.

 That’s how he got your address. How he’s able to watch you.

 You adjusting your pillows against your headboard catches his eye, brings his attention back to you instead of in his thoughts. He watches as you settle into your bed, back propped against the freshly fluffed pillows, knees bent in front of you. 

 Fighting a groan, Jeongguk thanks god that you moved your bed closer to the window a couple weeks ago. He can see the way your tiny pink sleep shorts pull taut over your pussy. Can see how the seam goes between your lips just a bit, them being too plump for the little piece of clothing. You knock your knees together and then let them fall open, before repeating the action absentmindedly as you scroll through your phone.  

 Now, you really weren’t doing anything. Just laying in bed. Some nights were like this. You just in bed on your phone, or other times just doing homework, maybe just staring at the ceiling. Sometimes that’s how you ended your night, and by consequence, how he ended his as well. Most nights, however, you worked just like a clock. 

 Act 2

 It’s almost like a choreographed dance that he watches time and time again. Night after night. The way you always start to fidget in your bed, like you’re feeling antsy and restless. It’s kind of graceful the way that your small hand trails down your body, how it hesitates and plays with the top of your shorts for a few delicate seconds.

 He lets out a little exhale as the show starts. Are you going to? He nibbles at his bottom lip in anticipation, shifts from foot to foot. He knows you will, you always do. Blood starts to flow to his cock just at the thought, just from seeing your fingers do that smallest little action. 

 When you spread your legs wider, and slip your hand under the waistband of your shorts, maybe your panties too, Jeongguk sighs. He brings a hand down to squeeze at his cock, coaxing himself from soft and plump to a nice semi.

 “That’s it,” he whispers on a moan.

 Some nights you go straight to bed, but nights like these Jeongguk cums with you. 

 He can see the shift of your shorts fabric as you play with yourself. They are so small, they don't leave much for him to imagine. He can see the movement of the deliberate circles you make around your clit, the wrinkles that form at the elastic band when you put your hand down farther. 

 Your mouth parts and your eyes flutter and he knows you just slipped a finger inside. Two? Could you go straight to two, or do you always need to work up to it, to the stretch of your fingers in your cunt? Thinking back to other nights that he’s watched you, he comes to the conclusion that you can’t; pussy too small and too tight. You always just start with one, even when the lamp on your nightstand makes your lips glisten on the nights where it hits you just right.

 He slips his hands into his sweatpants, rubs over his quickly hardening cock, stroking eagerly in a jerky manner till he’s fully there, thick and straining against his pants when he brings his hand out to spit in it. You’re still working your finger inside of you, occasionally bringing them back up to your clit. 

 Jeongguk matches your pace, just like he always does. Imagines that he’s in there with you, able to actually hear the way you hiccup on moans and cry out whines, instead of just imagining them. He imagines how tight and wet you would feel around his cock, so much better than his spit-slick, calloused hand. But the visual of you playing, touching, teasing- it’s more than enough to fuel him, get him hot.

 You seem to be in a bit of that mood. The teasing mood. Sometimes you use one of those vibrating dildos to fuck yourself, feet raised in the air as you work your wrist fast and hard angling it just right to hit your g spot. He likes it when you cum so hard, and so much that he can see it on the dildo when you’re finished. You always cover your mouth when you fuck yourself like that, probably scared of your roommates hearing you.

 Other times you use a medium sized pink wand. He loves watching those shows. With it buzzing on your clit, your legs are always spread so wide, and you just let yourself leak. Sometimes you get so wet that drops of your slick drip down to your sheets as you edge yourself, wand vibing you right to the edge before you snatch it away with a heaving chest. He can only imagine how worked up you get, how much you whine. Then you put it right back, sometimes you let yourself cum after one or two edges but he’s seen you go up to 6 or 7. Fuck. He was just as wet as you that night, cock weeping like your pussy, edging right along with you. You almost cried when you came that night, legs shaking and body convulsing. And because you did, Jeongguk did as well.

 But today, it's just you and your fingers it looks like. Slowly and steady, making the sharp pleasure curl in your tummy. Your chest is rising in falling, breathing through how good it feels. Hips rolling into your own touch, and Jeongguk just watches in awe. 

 The hand that’s not in your panties rubs over the rest of your clothed body, squeezing at your tits, your inner thighs. Running light fingers over your tummy, when you push your night shirt up and over your tits.

 At the sight of your boobs, Jeongguk whines. It’s a high pitched and needy sound that falls from his lips as his hand speeds up on his cock despite your fingers keeping that taunting, teasing pace. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed by how sexy you are, how plush and soft your tits look as they settle on your chest. You’re leaning against your headboard, so they hang just a little, underboob resting over your ribcage. Nipples like little candies that he just wants to wrap his lips around and suck. Your hand comes up to your mouth, fingers slipping in as you wet them before bringing them down to your nipple. He sees how your breaths stutter at the sensation, like you’re gasping. He hums, apparently you want something wet on tits too, want someone to lick at them till your nipples pebble.

 You keep at that, playing with your clothed pussy, fingers of your other hand going between rolling and flicking your nipple, all while your eyes are closed blissfully, mouth just parted enough for you to occasionally lick at your lips and nibble on the inside of them. 

 Jeongguk’s getting antsy, the dance you're giving him so arousing, yet so excruciating. He’s still stroking inside his sweats, precum getting smeared onto the fabric as his tip rubs against it. No briefs tonight. Or any other night, really. No point. 

 The grip he has on his cock is tight and his stroke pace is slow, back to following you. Every time the sensitive foreskin rolls over his crown, he sighs. He sounds a little wet, the softest noises filling his ears. He blushes. He always gets so desperate, so wet when you tease him like this. 

 “Please take them off,” he begs, unbeknownst to you.

 His body is so eager for you to be bare for him, so he can see exactly what’s going on in your panties, that he’s almost flush against the window, eyebrows pinched wantonly like he’s depraved and just needs to see your cunt to get some kind of relief. As if he didn’t get off with you two nights ago. As if he didn’t jerk off by himself to the thought of you on the day in between.

 It’s almost like you have a link of some sort. You knowing that he wants you naked, cunt on display. 

 You shimmy out of your shorts, and then your panties. 

 Jeongguk moans, has to grip the base of his cock so he doesn’t come in his pants before he gets to the climax of the show.

 Your pussy is the prettiest thing Jeongguk has ever seen. It’s plump and cute, free of any hair and it just looks so soft and smooth. Like if he ran his tongue over your shiny and sticky with slick pussy lips, it would be like licking the sweetest honey. God he wants it so bad, wants to taste you, like he’s seen you taste yourself. You do it now too.

 You dip a finger between your folds and rub for a second, dipping down to your core before bringing them back to eye level. You press your index finger to your thumb, and Jeongguk can’t see that clearly, but he suspects they stay connected by a little clear string.

 He got his cock out while you shed your shorts, just enough for him to stroke, waistband tucked under his balls to keep them down. He rubbed the underside of the crown, breath hitching a little as you rubbed your clit, and he gathered a little bit of precum while you gathered yours.

 Now he’s got his fingers by his lips, just like you, and when you lick out tentatively, he does as well.

 It’s a little bitter on his tongue, and he knows you taste so much better. It’s a little embarrassing how worked up he is just from watching you, how his cock is already so hot and swollen in his palm. He gathers some more of his precum and uses it to slick his cock again while also letting some spit fall from his mouth for good measure. The lewd, wet, clicking sounds that color the chilly night air are even louder now as he strokes and although he looks over his shoulder and checks his surroundings, he doesn’t care much. Too lost in the way his cock throbs and the way your face looks when you start touching yourself again.

 You bring one hand down and spread your pussy lips open. Your pink center is glistening, and Jeongguk’s cock jerks like it wants to sink inside of you more than anything. With your free hand you slip your middle finger inside quick and fast due to how wet you are and from you playing just a little bit earlier. As you finger yourself, your head falls back, and your mouth falls open.

 Jeongguk takes you in, admires how your hair falls over your shoulder, how your tits push together due to the position of your arms, round and jiggling softly as you thrust your fingers inside. He makes a small tight circle with his fist, and presses the tip of his cock against it pushing into his hold. He groans, head falling back in pleasure just like yours. He imagines that it’s your pussy wrapping so tight around his girth, he imagines how your face would scrunch at the stretch. Maybe you would grab at his arms? Scratch at his back? Maybe you’d wrap your legs around his waist and pull him into you, just as needy as him?

 He whines again at the thought, always careful to be quiet but also so unintentionally noisy when he watches you. His strokes speed up when you use the hand spreading your cunt open to pull back your hood, and when he sees you take one of the fingers that was inside of you and rub it over your exposed clit. Your expression changes, almost in shock at how nice it feels, eyes opening and looking down to watch as you touch yourself and make yourself feel good. 

 “Fuck,” he moans, “I’m so close already.”

 He doesn’t know why he does that. Moan for you when you can’t hear him, but he does. He’s always been the vocal type, even when he’s by himself in his room, and when he’s doing something as salacious as he is now… well, dirty words just seem fitting. Like he’s meant to whine for you, meant to tell you that the little show you’re putting on for him is perfect. Even if you can’t hear him, and even if you don’t know you’re performing

 When you get off with your fingers, it’s almost gentle. Somehow seems so sweet and pure to him, your finger on your clit moving quickly but smoothly, gliding over it and spreading your wetness around. It’s like you’re already so sensitive you don’t even need to press hard, the lightest touches enough to get you close. Enough to make you cum.

 Jeongguk holds himself back, knows that it will happen any second now. He can tell, has come to know this dance of yours, step by step. Step one: Your one finger starts to speed up, rubbing fast tiny circles over your clit, sometimes switching to quick swipes up and down. Step 2: Your breathing starts to pick up. Chest expanding, holding in a shallow breath before you let it out in a stuttering exhale. Step 3: Your body starts to tense. This part doesn’t last long, this is when you’re right there. Just concentrating on crossing that line, on pulling that string inside of you till it snaps. 

 His hand is flying over his cock now, the rustle of his clothes only adding to all his little noises. His moans, his wet cock. 

 “Yeah, I’m gonna cum… please-” he keens.

 Step 4: You finish. 

 He watches as it happens. He can’t really read lips, but he can see you chanting a little string of yeah’s as you nod a couple times before your head is falling back and your mouth is hanging open. He can just imagine how you sound, high pitched and breathy in that sweet tone of yours, but still quiet enough to not let anyone in your place know what naughty things you’re up to behind your closed door. Your legs quiver and your toes curl in your duvet, but you don’t stop massaging your clit. Not until your body is curling in on itself, and your legs are closing around your hand.

 Jeongguk cums almost immediately after. His eyes flutter closed and he moans. A whispered, ‘Cumming’ precedes the thick, white stripes that shoot from his jerking cock and drip down the wood siding of your house, filthy and nasty as it drips to the dirt and leaves under his feet. 

 The high from peeping on you fades quick. It always does. The paranoia about getting caught shoots to the forefront of his mind now that his cock isn’t hard in his hand. Now that’s he’s watching you walk to your bathroom to clean yourself up, instead watching you make a mess. He tucks himself back into his sweats, and with one last longing look, his form of a standing ovation, he quickly tiptoes into the night.

 Act 3

 As you walk out of your bathroom and back to your bed, you chance a glance at your window. He’s gone now, but you knew he was there. You always know when he’s there.

 You got suspicious of Jeongguk about a month ago. Just after you turned in the final project you both had worked on. Whenever you had a shift together at the restaurant he would ask you.

 “__, got any plans for tonight?”

 At first you thought he was going to ask you out, or at least to hang again. That’s what you had been hoping. Jeongguk was kind, smart, so handsome. You’d had a crush for a while, since he started working with you. And then the following semester you both were placed in the same class… it seemed almost like fate, the next logical step. But he never asked. Always just smiled that sweet smile of his and nodded his head almost shyly before scurrying off, claiming he had to go check on his tables. 

 You saw him some nights after. Scared the absolute shit out of you. But as quick as you got scared you looked away even quicker, not wanting him to know he was caught. 

 You weren’t doing anything risqué that night, just on your tummy doing homework. He must not have thought you were doing anything interesting either, because when you looked up and saw him, he was looking down at his phone, features illuminated and clear in the light of it.

 Being scared and disgusted and angry and put off would have been the expected, logical emotions for you to feel. Which you were to some extent. But somehow, the thought of him watching you made you feel dirty, in the good kind of way.

 When you saw him at work the next day it was even better. Seeing how he acted with you, still his cute self, but now you could see that little sinister darkness in his eyes, that well concealed, but extremely potent desire just barely bleeding into his dark iris’. To put it simply, it was hot. Knowing that he didn’t know that you know what he got up to during his late nights. Now knowing he always asks about your plans. 

 You moved your bed some days after that. Closer to the window to give him a better view.

 Though that won’t be the case for much longer. This was fun, and it was sexy, but you want more now. You sigh as you go to your window and close the blinds. Tonight was your last show. No more performances for him. 

 Taking a seat at your desk you write something on a piece of paper before placing it somewhere you wouldn’t forget. Right by the tape, and something a little heavy to weigh it down and keep it in place. You’ll put it out tomorrow. 

 When you settle into bed after turning the lamp on your nightstand off, you drift off thinking about how you hope he’ll come tomorrow.

 Act 4

 Jeongguk’s back at your window the next night because of course he is. It’s late, and the streetlights give a dull glow behind him as he walks. A little apprehension settles in the pit of his stomach as he quietly makes his way closer to the frame. His brows have a confused little furrow about them. Your window is shut, and the blinds are pulled. They are never closed, so he frowns, but still walks till he’s right where he was the night before.

 His stomach drops when he sees it. But then it does flips and he brings a shaky hand out to pluck the piece of paper from the ledge. He reads it, once, twice, and a third time.

 just come inside?

 He crumples the note in his hand before stuffing it in his pocket as he starts to walk again. There’s only three steps to your porch, but they are steep and his feet are heavy with guilt and nervous unease. He stands in front of your door for what seems like an eternity. 

 Then he knocks.

 Fin

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LMAOOO ‘fin’ so dramatic so funnyyyy also title is bc oc gave her last jerk off performance and is now a retired performance slut and is just a general slut in case it didnt make sense :) but anywayyy yeah idk i hope you liked it! pretty simple pretty tame aside from the peeping part but i had a thought for once so i wrote it and offer it to you as a gift :’) if you did like it, feel free to like, comment, reblog, or send as ask! i love feedback and talking to you guys and i would appreciate it <3  ily thank u for reading :*

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

thirsty // tom holland

Summary: You and Tom read some thirst tweet for a BuzzFeed’s video

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @amandalove​ for proofreading this! 💙

I got all of the thirst tweets from the BuzzFeed videos and some for Tom from an article from them. I don’t own any of them.

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“Hi guys, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Tom Holland.”

“We are at BuzzFeed and we’re going to read some thirst tweets.”

Tom held the bucket for you and you picked a piece of paper. “Y/N Y/L/N is literally the most beautiful human ever. Goodbye,” you read. That was a very good start. “Have you seen Megan Fox or Blake Lively? There are so many more beautiful people out there.”

Your boyfriend took the paper from your hand. “I agree with them,” he said, staring straight at the camera and pointing at you. “Have you looked at her? She’s a work of art.” You smiled at him and leaned to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

“Tom Holland is a precious bean, protect him,” Tom read. “That’s sweet. We are starting soft.”

“I think it’s gonna get worse as we continue.” You have watched some of the other celebs videos before so you knew what you got yourself into, and you knew things could get very spicy.

“Y/N Y/L/N is like a fine mixture of sexy and cute and seductive like damn girl. Thank you, I’m flattered. This is really boosting my self-esteem.”

“Tom Holland isn't just a snack he's the whole meal,” your boyfriend read. “That wasn’t that bad.”

”Y/N Y/L/N can choke me and run me over and I would say thank you and sorry for the dent in the car,” you laughed. You have seen a lot of tweets like these addressed to other people, but you never thought you would get one.

“Why would someone want to be run over by a car?” Tom asked confused. “People are into some weird shit.”

You wiped a tear from your laughing and handed the bucket to him. “I saw Spider-Man last night and Tom Holland is the purest thing in this world which is saying something because my dog exists. That’s nice. Thank you.”

“If I ever met @YOURUSERNAME I would let her roar the fuck out of me.” You frowned. “What does roar mean?”

“Whatever it is, she wouldn’t do it. Sorry, mate.” Tom took the paper from your hands and tossed it aside.

You held the bucket for him and he picked his next tweet “Tom Holland has set the standard for all Spiderman's and that's the tea.”

You nodded in agreement. “Very true.” You picked another tweet out of the bucket “Y/N Y/L/N is one fine azz woman. Thank you. That’s… that’s nice.”

“When are people going to realize that Tom Holland truly is one of the best actors of our generation?”

“I ask myself that every day,” you quickly replied.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you to think that,” Tom said before picking a tweet and handing it to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N looks a lot Iike my next girlfriend,” you read, and before you even had the chance to respond, your boyfriend did it for you.

“Maybe somewhere else in the multiverse, but not in this one. Sorry, mate.”

You weren’t gonna argue with that.

“Tom Holland shirtless in Spider-Man Homecoming is my new obsession.”

“And you saw that through a screen. Imagine seeing it in person.” You faked being sweaty, and your boyfriend laughed at your antics.

You picked out another one. “I don’t think I can handle how hot Y/N Y/L/N is. I’m crying. Don’t cry. I’m not all that hot — “

“Yes, you are.” Your boyfriend argued with your statement.

You look at him. “I look like shit when I wake up.”

Tom looked at you with a serious expression on his face. “No, you don’t. You always look stunning.”

You smiled at him. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“Just honest.”

“Daily reminder: Tom Holland is daddy af.”

“Oh, remember that time we were at the mall and someone yelled “zaddy” to you?” You laughed at the memory and looked straight at the camera. “If you are watching this, thank you. You made my day.”

"Y/N's boobs are my favorite thing." You covered your face in embarrassment. “Um… Thank you. My boobs appreciate your compliment.”

“I mean… Your boobs are amazing but your personality is way much better.” You felt your heart melt at your boyfriend's words.

“I love how everyone can agree that Tom Holland is hot af and daddy material, even the lesbians,” he read. “That’s… that’s a really nice one.”

“You are keeping that?” You laughed when you saw that he didn’t toss it out. Instead, he put it inside his pocket.

“I’m gonna hold onto that one.”

You shook your head and picked another tweet for you. “Y/N Y/L/N can get it anytime.”

“She doesn’t want it. But thank you for the offer.” Tom took the tweet from your hand and tossed it aside just like he had done before with the previous tweet.

“Tom Holland is both sexy and cute and it’s really affecting my sanity”

“Same, girl,” you commented, and picked out another tweet. “Y/N Y/L/N owns my ass.”

“She already owns an ass, and it’s a great one if I say so myself.”

“You do have a lil cute ass.”

Your boyfriend looked at you offended, “I don’t have a lil ass.”

You laughed, “I know. I’m just kidding, love.”

You handed the bucket to him and he picked a piece of paper, "My ideal weight is Tom Holland on top of me."

“Mine too!” you grinned.

“Oh my god… Mum, if you're watching this, please stop.”

You laughed and picked another tweet from the bucket. “Y/N Y/L/N can stick her tongue down my throat I guess.”

“I guess I can, but I’m not going to.” You shrugged. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“I think if Tom Holland were any more perfect, my eyes would have a meltdown and I’d go blind. That’s very nice. But I’m far from perfect.”

“You are perfect for me.”

Your boyfriend’s gaze filled with adoration landed on you. “Thank you, darling.” He pulled your chair closer to him as he threw an arm around you and placed a kiss on your temple.

“Y/N Y/L/N is the most perfect human ever, I love her so much. I wish I could rub her nipples & lick cheese off her butt.” This one made you a little uncomfortable. “Um… that’s really specific.” You didn’t know what else to say.

“You shouldn’t put that on the internet.” Tom's voice was serious and you could see how he was clenching his mouth. You put a hand on his legs, letting him know everything was fine.

“I’ll pretend that my body pillow is Tom Holland.”

“I’ll tell you, he is an amazing pillow but he is MY pillow. So back off.” You turned to look at your boyfriend, he was given an amused look to you. “Any comments?”

“Not at all, ma’am.”

“Y/N Y/L/N I love you with your glowing skin and your perfect face I just want to hug you bc you are the love of my life. This is probably one of the sweetest things ever.” You looked down at the tweet again. “I’m keeping this, I’m gonna frame it and look at it when I’m sad.”

“Tom Holland fuck me in the ass with that English accent,” he read. “Is that even possible?” Tom frowned looking at the tweet and then giving the camera a confused look.

“Why does it have to be him, though?” you questioned. “Hiddleston, Paul, and Ben also have English accents. So, you know, go and ask them.”

“I can’t believe Y/N Y/L/N invented being sexy,” you laughed. “I find it hard to believe, to the point of knowing that’s not true.” You paused for a second, before speaking again. “Who was it that invented being sexy?” you wondered. “Like, when was sexy invented?”

“Is that something that worries you now?”

“Well, it’s an interesting subject!” You defended yourself before handing the bucket to your boyfriend. “This is the last one, better be good.”

“I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to Tom Holland’s abs because fine art must be recognized.”

“Yeah, girl!” you beamed. “Also, can you share that board with me?” you whispered like it was a secret. “And that’s it… It wasn’t that bad.”

Your boyfriend glanced at you. “That’s your opinion.”

“Oh c’mon, you can’t tell me you didn’t have fun!”

“I would rather be roasted by Anthony and Sebastian.”

“That’s saying a lot…”

[dorimena]

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; todoroki shouto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.8k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; sex toy (egg vibrator), public sex, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, implied edging, cursing, cumming in pants, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; I tried keeping the reader as gender-neutral as possible, Todoroki just wants you to know how much he loves you, so if wearing a vibrator makes you happy so be it, if this were the first time Todoroki were doing this he wouldn’t have shamelessly allowed himself to cum, aka I’m thinking about doing something with this AU I guess

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; This is for 🍦 anon’s ask about either Todoroki or Aizawa wearing a vibrator in a meeting. I decided to make him the son of CEO Endeavor, so this is a modern AU. There could be some errors around here, but I’ll check it out later. Sorry for the horrible title

Todoroki loves you; he truly does.

Even at the beginning of your relationship, while he still had difficulties in trusting you entirely and accidentally brushed you aside in fear of being too attached or clingy, he’s always known he loves you.

He loves you in the mornings when you wake him up with such a tired yet peaceful expression.

He loves you in the afternoons when you’re cooking dinner in the weird apron Mina gave you as a housewarming gift. (Why cheetah prints?)

He loves you in the night when you massage his shoulders after a treacherous meeting gone south too fast, easing words of adoration and affirmation into his mind while you’re sporting a funky looking face mask.

He loves you anywhere, anytime, however you look, however you talk… He’ll do anything to keep you happy and know about his unlimited love and respect for you.

Even if it means he has to wear an egg vibrator inside of him during his dad’s meeting. The very meeting where it’ll be decided if his dad’s company merges with some young entrepreneur’s named Keigo or something. He can’t seem to remember.

Not like he really cares, anyways. He doesn’t want to inherit his dad’s company. But Touya decided to spite their father by starting up his own, Fuyumi seems pretty happy being an elementary school teacher and Natsuo is busy being a doctor.

God, the only great thing to come out of inheriting this lame company is that he’ll get to see you every day, any day, all the time.

You’re one of his dad’s best logistician coordinators, and while no one in this meeting room know you two have been dating for much longer than your professional career, he’s certain that your horrible rendition of a relaxed façade will raise eyebrows at why him, the youngest Todoroki offspring, is trembling under your stare.

It’s kind of weird bringing something usually done in the bedroom and displaying it secretly in public. Even more weird considering the room is full of older people, except for him, you, that Keigo guy, some secretaries from both companies…

Where was he getting at again?

Oh, right.

The egg vibrator in his ass being controlled by your evil hands (and cellphone) buzzing so teasingly in him, he can’t remember the young entrepreneur’s name. Or the reason why he’s even willingly here in the first place.

He’s trying so hard to keep himself quiet, knowing how god awfully vocal he can get when teased or played with just right. He’s pretty sure his bottom lip is really close to bleeding, or already is. And his palms situated on the dark oak and, in your opinion, ridiculously high-priced table surely have deep dents of his fingernails, maybe some accidental scratches.

O-oh no!

“Shouto? Are… you alright?”

Shit, did he say that out loud?

“Yes, and refrain from vulgar language.”

Todoroki let go of his lip, blinking at his father as he raised an eyebrow. Or so he hopes he did.

“I’m fine. Stop worrying about me, old man.” And he’s never felt so happy hearing his father’s resigned sigh before the meeting continues. It’s unusual for the man to drop a conversation.

His joy doesn’t last for long: the vibrator in his ass is suddenly more intense than a few seconds ago, reminding him why he even spoke out loud.

Pressing his thighs together in hopes it’ll help lessen the buzzing he can finally hear, he looks across the table to give you what is meant as a curious look, but ends up just making him look completely lost.

Was it a slip of your thumb? Was it a punishment? But why punish him if he’s doing this for you? Had he been bad?

Did he miss something when you two spoke about it during breakfast? Wait, was your toast too burnt-

“Ah-” He gasped in surprise, with a frantic and scared look in his eyes. The rhythm of the vibrations changed into one that wasn’t as constant, but it’s still very, very pleasurable. Reminds him of his heartbeat when you milk another fast handjob out of him before he has to meet up with his father.

“Shouto, are you sure you’re alri-”

“Y-yes, father. I’m f-fine. L-leg cra-amp.” Well, it could’ve come out less coherent, but it’s the best he can speak with gritted teeth and tense shoulders, all while holding back his embarrassing whimpers. It’s enough, again, to make the elder Todoroki look away from his ‘agonizing’ son, soon wondering if these meetings are beginning to bore and wear out the young future CEO and soon make him feel a familiar fear he had when Touya-

But who cares about Enji’s worries and concerns when you have a trembling Shouto Todoroki, whose face is beginning to turn as red as half his hair and eyes as wet as his bottom lip after being bitten mercilessly. You’re sure you can see some red, probably dug his teeth too much and tore the skin a little, but it’s pretty swollen regardless. Maybe his dick is too?

Oh! What if you suck his dick under the table?

No, then everyone will know how he’s so smitten with you, just some random logistician coordinator instead of some offspring of another CEO. Funny how the supervisors care more about Shouto’s relationship status than his own father.

So, maybe just switching back to the rhythm being a continuous hum and finish dragging your thumb up the screen so that the toy can reach its greatest ability?

Too easy, let’s drag it out a little.

But Todoroki won’t let you, not with how he’s caressing your exposed ankle with his shoe, eyes staring pathetically into yours, mouthing “need to, need to, need to”.

So soon? You’ve barely had your fun. You can’t blame him entirely, either.

That morning, the moment you showed him the vibrator you bought for him to wear, he was already whimpering softly, moaning pleas into your neck between every kiss, all while he pressed his hard on against your thigh.

But you didn’t let him do anything to get rid of it, sending him off to get ready, even if he left whining. (He knows better than to throw a tantrum.)

Maybe he’s still sensitive after making him hump your thigh before the meeting?

Yeah, definitely.

It’s pleasant to remember his whimpers of embarrassment that soon turned into soft moans of gratitude, letting you take control of how fast he goes and how hard, all while listening to you explain the toy as he tries not to cum so soon.

You didn’t let him cum (again) because of his father’s secretary calling him to ask where he even was as the meeting began some minutes ago. Oops.

Even if it ‘ruined’ the mood, he was still so excited, and you’re starting to think you can finally see it begin to also appear on his face.

You didn’t change the rhythm or intensity, so it should’ve been enough for Shouto to get used to it, but he couldn’t. Not while he realized, tensing his thighs helped him feel so much more, and his constant shuffling and accommodation on the chair should’ve alerted you or someone, but who would’ve even thought he was trying to fuck the toy possibly deeper inside of him?

He’s pulling himself closer to the table, bringing a tight fist towards his mouth to feign a cough.

He usually does this so that he is dismissed for a break that he’d take as an open invitation to leave. Not on your watch.

Just as he was going to cough, you finished dragging your thumb to the top part of your cell phone screen and watched as his whole body jolted, and even his knee and elbow hit the table.

The room falls to a complete halt, all conversations interrupted by the young Todoroki… moan? Did the young Todoroki just moan?

He doesn’t even realize what is going on with the way he’s trying so hard to stand up and leave. But his legs are too uncoordinated with how violently the toy is vibrating, mercilessly going crazy against his sensitive prostate that just sends more arousal to his dick. If he looks close enough, he’s pretty sure he’s already beginning to leak through his expensive suit trousers.

His mouth opens in complete shock, but with a familiar hand covering it from behind, he forgets about his surroundings temporarily as he pathetically yet cutely whimpers, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Not like it hurts, just that he’s pretty close to making a bigger mess in his clothes. He’s not sure how he’ll feel about that, not with the way he just realized he’s still very much in public, very much in a meeting, very much in the same room as his father and soon-to-be subordinates.

That has him closing his eyes quickly, feeling himself becoming cross-eyed at how ridiculing this situation is more for his father than for him, and how you oh-so-accidentally brushed against his nipple to hook your arms under his to get him on his feet.

He’s not even sure what you’re saying at this point, everything being muffled by his heartbeat in his ears and loud buzzing taking over his senses and modesty. Something about him complaining about a stomach ache and how you’ll take him to his office.

The men with gray hairs are talking among themselves about how irresponsible Shouto is with himself, others praising how, even in an ill state, he still attended, Keigo watching the ordeal with an odd look on his face, akin to familiarity of the situation probably, and Enji Todoroki being completely lost but slowly feeling his anger rising by the commotion slowly becoming too loud for his liking and comprehension.

But it’s thanks to this distraction that manages to mute out, miraculously, his mewls of your name as his hips twitch wildly, knees buckling as his orgasm takes over his body in violent, clashing waves. His few hot tears are dripping from his chin as he shamelessly moans softly with every shock of pleasure, still trying his best to stand properly.

He doesn’t even get to finish riding out his high before being dragged out of the meeting room, pretty sure he hears his father’s yells flooding the hallway as you snicker in amusement and rub your thumb on the back of his hand you’re holding. Your other hand occupied itself with turning the toy off, eyes set on the elevator closing in.

“You did great, Shou. I’m so proud of you.”

Your praises always make him keen, but this one makes him moan the loudest today, his shaky hands finding purchase on your hips to press them flush against his. Doesn’t matter the curious wet spot on his crotch, all that matters is that you know how horny he still is.

“P-please? Please, y-y/n. I-I think I ne-need more. St-still hot!”

Now, who are you to deny the man who came in front of his father shamelessly?