#yeah mhmm

[pillowbo]

What if I want to be dominant and breedable, huh? Spread your legs above you and fuck you senseless until you give it to me. Just because I'm the bitch in this relationship don't think I won't show my teeth. That word means power to me.

[the-prophecy]

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I love you so much for this woman u have no idea

[vonvuuu]

Bob Velseb the cannibal!

[sleepytoken]

[munadrawson]

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Hmmm 🤔?

BONUS:

[tired-biscuit]

18+ / fem!reader

you beg miguel to ‘let himself loose’ one time in bed, and all of a sudden this man switches from being stiff like a plank, to going absolute beast mode.

i’m talking about him mounting you. his big, calloused hand pressing into the back of your neck, pushing your face so persistently against the pillow that your cheek starts to burn from the constant friction with the bedding. your entire body flushing against the mattress, the sheet that’s underneath your stomach becoming thoroughly damp with your sweat. his broad back hunching as he keeps pounding into you, completely submitting to the feeling.

he just can’t stop anymore, that animalistic side of him has taken over. every thrust turns more and more ruthless. the sheer intensity, the power, makes you mewl like a cat in heat as you struggle to remain whole and not shatter into a million little pieces underneath him. it’s so hard to not lose yourself because of the pressure that he makes you endure — you can feel him bullying his way into your goddamn womb, for fuck’s sake.

his fangs become elongated before they sink into your shoulder; they’re coated with a prominent sheen of drool. he’s practically salivating at the feeling of your cunt mercilessly clenching around his fat cock, trying so desperately to milk him dry.

maybe he’ll use the venom and will paralyse you just so he can keep going like this all night long. to keep using you like a fucktoy of sorts because he kind of digs the control he has over you now, as well as the way you’re clearly encouraging it by wiggling your hips and begging him to keep going.

and then when the sun appears back on the horizon again, he’ll return to his old contained self. he’ll slip back into control of himself instead of you.

and will spoil you absolutely rotten as a thank you.

[eikichi-supremacy]

sorry, sorry. i know- i know you wear the pompadour to- yes, yes i know it's very intimidating and delinquent like but-and again I'm sorry-it just makes you look a little cute I'm sorry-

[etherealhoneypie]

guyssssss i need it 😭😩

[jurassic-cunt]

depicting demonic possession as grooming Nosferatu (2024) 🤝 The Exorcist s1

[fairymonk]

everyone understanding why veth loves, but hates her kid when she says he's a teenager

[casualavocados]

Hey. Pretending to sleep? Huh? ...What are you looking at? You like...my eyes?

Fourth Nattawat as LI MING in MOONLIGHT CHICKEN EP4 | The Midnight of Lifetime

[scarysanctuary]

whenever i hear people talk about how hated/mocked Hayden was back in the day for his work in the prequel trilogy, im just like well, hmm i cant relate, ive never hated him, because even though the movies werent great, and theres stuff to critique there, i think he suited the role as Anakin very well, and seeing as how we had plenty of good actors involved and even they werent able to showcase their skills to the upmost, methinks (and perhaps most rational people think) its the fault of the director and not the actor. oh and also he was unbelievably hot, so in conclusion v

[catz-dagger]

few photos from last night

me and @royaldoge7370 + @borsh3304 played fucking daycare story and work at a pizza place

aheahehehehahahahahahah

[gibsalotdoodles]

maybe finishing wolf 359 and magnus archives in the same day was a uh. how do the kids say. bad idea.

[yoursselo]

shut up his tracksuit 😩

[tired-biscuit]

step brother kiba catching you coming back home late and he’s about to give you shit about it but you’re tipsy and bury your face into his chest and ask him if he’ll take care of you

“you’re my big brother, right? you’ll take care of me?”

makes his heart stutter 💕 maybe he thought he just wanted to fuck you — and he does want to — but now he wants to give you some painkillers and wipe your makeup off your face first uwu

18+ fem!reader // cw: stepcest

now i'm just thinking about him sitting you down on top of the washing machine as he tries to take your make up off.

silence fills the small bathroom as he stands before you - everyone is asleep, it's three in the morning, of course, and your father is snoring the house down while his mom snoozes right through it - and he's so close to you that you feel sort of dizzy and light-headed the moment he bends down to get on the same eye level with you.

he's standing right between your legs, forcing you to spread them wide enough so that he can reach you better. you can smell the musk in his scent, the proximity allows you to catch it. the sandalwood notes might be faint, but they're always present whenever you come in close contact with your big brother; they're so pesky because they make you want to lean in further than what would be considered as purely innocent, purely platonic.

and that's not all; you can also smell the aftershave on his skin. the aftershave which he sometimes forgets on the sink, and which you secretly spend a few seconds inhaling whilst you wash your teeth in the morning and while he's knocking on the door, rushing you and cussing you out because you're going to make him run late for work yet again, and he still has to drive you to the bus station so that you can attend your 'nerdy-ass classes' at 'clown college', or whatever he calls it.

and come to think of it, those exact classes are to blame that you're now stuck in this mess - giving your big brother the googly eyes and batting your eyelashes like a bimbo in attempt of convincing him to not tell on you - because they contain your friends, and those friends have an awful habit of convincing you to stay in the city and party until the late hours of the night instead of studying for upcoming exams, which you'd vehemently been assuring your dad are no big deal at all.

but you don't worry yourself with that right now, don't concern yourself with your dad or the exams or your friends. no, as the cotton pad, containing a rather excessive amount of make up remover, abruptly touches your face, all you can think about is your stepbrother's fingers as they dig underneath your chin to keep your head tilted upwards.

he's oddly focused. is glancing at your face repeatedly, short and quick, as he concentrates and keeps wiping off your make up for you. his movements are crude and clumsy; he dabs the cotton pad against your eye without much care and nearly rubs your skin off as he drags it down your cheek, not just the highlighter and foundation.

you protest about it and it makes him slightly irritated; especially when you start to squirm like a little brat in response to him shushing you repeatedly.

"hey-" he starts.

"be gentle!" you whine, the sound low but long. it's the mewlish sort of tone that gets on his nerves the most from how pathetically docile it is. it's like you've turned over and exposed your belly to him; your softest, most vulnerable parts.

"shut it," is all he mutters in response, his jaw tense at the thought. he cups your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks together roughly and making your lips purse. "and keep still, will ya?"

"no."

"i'm trying to help you, dumbass."

he's clearly sleepy and fed up, and to make matters even worse, your fussing makes your legs tighten their hold around him; makes him swallow hard until his adam's apple visibly bobs in his throat. all that moving has got your skirt riding up your thighs way further than what would be considered appropriate in his presence. if he even as much as pulls back, he can see the colour of the pretty panties that you're hiding underneath.

he doesn't do that of course.

but the panties are pink.

and that knowledge makes him start thinking about things he forces himself to dismiss all the time as of late; about dirty, absolutely filthy things he doesn't feel proud of at all for coming up with them. so he furrows his brow and concentrates on taking your stupid make up off again. on taking care of you just like you'd so sweetly asked of him earlier, and certainly on not thinking about fucking his little sister's brains out by slamming her right on top of the goddamn washing machine.

however, the way you look up at him, with those stupid, foolish heart eyes of yours, does not help. at all. especially when you convince him to lean in further under the pretense that you'll tell him a secret and he actually falls for it. even rests his hands on either side of you to push further and everything.

because fuck, now your lips are suddenly pressing against his, and your tongue, that tastes like the sweet liquor which he's never been a fan of and the last remnants of your sticky lip gloss, is stroking his bottom lip, asking for silent entrance; demanding it.

what makes it even worse, he catches himself kissing you right back; catches himself pushing you backwards until your legs are wrapped around his waist and one of your hands is pressing flat on top of the washing machine, while the other is tangled in his chestnut hair, tugging at the roots in such a needy way that it causes heat to pool inside the pit of his stomach.

and sure, you're doing this because you're drunk, but what's his excuse? he's completely sober because he's got work in four hours, and here he is; making out with his little stepsister instead, rocking his hard-on against her soft, but clothed - that's important, cunt in the tiny bathroom you always fight over. swallowing up her little moans and exchanging drool with her like some idiot. and look, there's even a little damp patch forming on those pretty panties of yours...

what would your father think of him?

the thought makes him snap out of it. he pulls back, ends the abrupt kiss with an audible pop! and with multiple strings of saliva breaking until there's distance between you yet again, he's outright glaring at you like you've just committed a crime of sorts.

his face is red, yours is now make up free because he's been a good enough of a brother to wipe it off for you. you're both panting, staring at each other with your chests heaving. hearts stammering. spit thickening. he looks as handsome as ever in the dim lighting coming from the medicine cabinet.

you can still taste him in your mouth, he's shoved his tongue so far inside that it's like he's left his signature there. but when you reach out for him again, those wretched heart eyes locked on the prominent outline in his sweatpants, he's gone. out of the bathroom, and straight down the hall into his room.

at least he makes the effort to not slam the door shut in absolute fury. you gotta give him credit for that.

he's come up with this entire plan to help you out of your party clothes, to lend you his t-shirt, to get you some water and tuck you into bed like the good brother he is, but you just had to ruin it, didn't you? because instead, he'll now be stuck in his bed, overthinking the entire thing; stroking his cock absent-mindedly to the thought of you and your stupid mouth until he either passes out from exhaustion or heads out to work.

so he ignores the texts you send him as he touches himself, besides, nearly every word contains a typo anyway. and despite being wasted, you're smart enough to not come knocking on his door. maybe some small part of you knows it'd be a bad idea. after all, it's insane how good it felt; bucking your hips upwards to meet his. how good it felt to kiss him and whimper his name out in that needy way he's secretly always fantasized about hearing.

but hey, maybe you won't remember a thing in the morning and he'll be able to go back to his little daydreams.

or maybe, you'll just have to start locking your door from tomorrow onwards.

who knows?