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[bi-writes]

thinking about being the new addition to tf141. you are an asset given to laswell by the CIA, a timid little thing but your aim is always on target, and you are quiet, tech savvy, and you do as you're told. (18+, dark)

just how lieutenant riley prefers. he dwarfs you. the first time you meet, your eyes nearly come out of your head from how wide they go. he's so large, and you feel so tiny compared to him, and even though he does nothing but a disinterested once over, it is obvious to the rest of the team that you might just be his favorite.

it's most obvious in the subtle touches. when you're getting ready to jump, ghost comes up from behind and tugs on your parachute, nearly topping you over making sure it's secure. when you're getting ready in the back of the humvee, he reaches over and buckles your thigh holster for you when he notices the strap is coming loose. you nearly choke when you feel his big hand between your thighs, and you stare up at him with wide eyes when his pinkie moves up the seam of your zipper when he tugs his hand away.

and then the way he's on your six is unlike anything else. like glue, chest pressed to your back, his gloved hand squeezing your waist as he moves you every which way he pleases because you're so small to him, so easy, and he growls under his breath when he touches the curve of your hips or the fat of your ass.

maybe you might enjoy it if he wasn't so fucking awkward about it. if he didn't stare at you without blinking. if he didn't adjust his cock in his jeans right in front of you. if he didn't grip you by the back of your head, tugging you any way he wanted as if scolding a kitten using the scruff of their neck.

you think the team would notice by now--that they would step in, tell ghost to back off, but they turn a blind eye. they tolerate this behavior, and you don't know if it's because ghost is so good at his job, they don't want to, or that they are so afraid of him, they refuse to say anything.

or maybe they approve. maybe it keeps ghost at bay. maybe it keeps a lion in his den. a spider in its nest. maybe indulging ghost in his fucked form of flirting and socialization is what keeps the foundations of this team right where it needs to be--and you realize, slowly, that maybe that is why you're here.

because ghost likes them soft, and they need to put a muzzle on their dog.

so when you feel him in the dark, slipping a gloved hand under the blanket that keeps you warm at night, he is pleasantly surprised to find you awake. and even more surprised to feel your hand slipping the soft lace of your panties right into his fucking pocket.

"they teach y'that 'n basic training? how ta give y'r knickers to y'r lieutenant, eh?"

"no," you whisper, and when you meet his eyes in the dark, he looks so hungry. he's untamed, no training, he's used to getting what he wants with no resistance. you turn over in bed, and you don't get to see the way he sucks on his teeth when you let your knees fall, revealing the pretty place between your thighs, soft and puffy and wet, just waiting for a good mutt to eat her up. "but i learned other things."

"tha' right?"

"yeah," you say softly, and you turn over onto your stomach, pushing back onto your knees right in front of him. he bends, leaning over until he's pushing his masked face right into the seam of your cunt, and you grip the sheets tight when he inhales deeply, a rumble following as both of his hands grip either side of your ass and spread you open for him. you're drooling, wetting the nylon fabric, and you gasp when you feel the wet, warm muscle of his tongue suck on your folds through the mask. it's lewd, and you're wetting the material so much it sticks to the strong lines of his face, but he continues, tilting his head to the side as he laps at the pretty slick that dampens your thighs.

"what'd y'learn then, swee'eart?"

not how to fuck your lieutenant. but...you did learn to keep them happy.

"h-how to be a good girl."

and you think you feel him smile.

[crowley-exploder]

This is extremely experimental but hii

[starsofang]

Tow-truck driver!Price who you call in the dead of night when your car breaks down. You’re lost, stuck in the middle of a long road trip to visit your family with hours left of your trip, scared and alone.

Tow-truck driver!Price who reassures you on the phone, listening to your hysterics, talking gently as he tells you he’s on the way and he’ll be there as soon as he can. It’s the first time you’ve broken down and needed your car towed, but Price was shockingly sweet when comforting you.

Tow-truck driver!Price who shows up just as he said, and you’re surprised he’s not old or ugly like you expected. In fact, he’s handsome, clad in an old work shirt that hugs his burly frame, jeans that shape an ass even you’re jealous of, and beat up boots to top it off.

Tow-truck driver!Price who greets you with a kind smile, aged crow’s feet crinkling in the corners of his eyes, teeth barely hidden from his facial hair. And, oh, his voice is nice. Gravelly yet soothing. It instantly puts your nerves to rest, and you watch him load your car up with a much lighter heart.

Tow-truck driver!Price who offers you a ride to your destination. You say no, you couldn’t possibly ask him for that. You were still a few hours from home, surely you can call a cab. But Price refuses to leave you alone in the middle of the night. A pretty bird, out ‘ere all alone? C’mon, I’ll take ya.

Tow-truck driver!Price who you end up in his truck with. He’s surprisingly easy to talk to, and the entire time while he drives, the banter is consistent. The two of you fall into conversation the whole way, him smiling and you giggling. He’s sweet, almost too sweet, but you find yourself more into him than you should be for a stranger you just met.

Tow-truck driver!Price who watches your face crumble when your destination comes close and you realize you don’t have the money for the ride like you thought you did. Price is willing to negotiate, though. He’s a nice man, especially to pretty birds. Of course he’ll help you out. That’s okay, sweetheart. You can put that pretty mouth to good use instead, hm? Won’t charge ya a dime.

Tow-truck driver!Price who pulls off to the side of the road, cock nestled in the back of your throat, head thrown back against the seat. His large hand firm on the back of your head, forcing you to take it all. And oh, you’re doing so good for him. Taking it all like a good girl. He might just have to keep you when you come back from your family visit.

Tow-truck driver!Price who’s greedy, even after shooting ropes of cum down your throat only minutes before. He has you perched on top of his lap from his seat on the driver’s side, hands digging into the plush flesh of your ass to bounce you on his cock, smacking it harshly every time it sets off the horn by accident. What a sight you are, too. Moaning like a bitch in heat, so desperate for his cock that you’re practically drooling for it.

Tow-truck driver!Price who has you dazed and content in the passenger seat afterwards, finishing the trip to your family’s as promised. You didn’t think he was going to dump you off and let you walk the rest of the way, did you? No, he’s a gentleman. Besides, he’s already decided in his head that you’re his now.

Tow-truck driver!Price who drops you off, walking you to the door like the man he is, before heading on the long journey back. He saves your number in his phone, only texting you when he’s finally home. You didn’t think that was the last time I’d see you, did you? Let me take you out to dinner, sweetheart. My treat. And who are you to deny him after he treated you so well?

[wttcsms]

when your child’s teacher asks them “can you tell me your mommy’s name, sweetheart?” theyll look up and start giggling and tell their teacher, “you just said it!!” the teacher is reasonably confused and needs some clarification.

“my mommy’s name is sweetheart! that’s what daddy always calls her.” the teacher has met the father, character, before. he’s a bit intimidating, and doesn’t seem like the affectionate type, but they suppose love has a way of softening up a person. clearly, he must really love you.

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs

[larsons-ahegao-face]

Good morning, detective......

[secretl1fe0fm3]

2 hands ~ billie eilish x fem!reader

warnings: smut, hand kink, finger sucking, choking, fingering (r!receiving), dom!billie, degradation, teasing, praise, established relationship

an: this one is pretty filthy and for all my fellow people with hand kinks :P if you don’t like, don’t read! mwah! (also i will be going mia for the next few weeks since my gf is here visiting! i have about 11 drafts ((mainly requests from the prompt list)) that will be posted later in june! love you all <3)

18+ minors dni!!!

1.3k words

You were trying to be subtle.

Sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, pretending to scroll through your phone while Billie talked about some beat she’d been working on earlier. But her hands moved while she talked. Her fingers, covered in rings, nails perfectly manicured, flexing and twitching while she spoke.

You weren’t listening. Not really. You were watching her thumb rub the side of her middle finger, her silver ring clicking quietly with each slow movement. Your stomach did a flip, your thighs pressed tighter together.

You didn’t notice her stop talking at first.

“Seriously?” Billie said, laughing low. “You’re doing it again.”

Your eyes snapped up to her face, focusing on her baby blues that were mainly dominated by her pupils now.

“Doing what?” you whispered, voice way too quick and rushed.

She raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk.

“Staring." Her voice was soft, but mocking. She stared back for a moment, before her eyes seemed to light up with realization. “Jesus, babe. You want my fingers in your mouth or something?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it, trying to think of something smart to say back, but your brain was already too fogged.

Billie leaned in a little, letting her hand trail up your thigh. Rings cold against your warm skin.

“God, you’re pathetic,” she whispered, grinning. “All worked up just watching my hands, huh? You that needy?”

You swallowed hard, your breath catching as she brought her fingers up between you.

“Y'know, you could’ve just asked, baby.” she teased, voice dropping an octave. Her fingers hovered near your mouth, close enough to feel your hot breath against the back of her knuckles.

“C’mon,” she said. “Show me.”

You stared at her, heat crawling up your neck from embarrassment, your lips still parting on instinct. Her smirk deepened.

“There’s my good girl.”

She pressed two fingers against your lips, her thumb pulling at your bottom lip. The metal of her rings were cool as the pads of her fingers rubbed at your tongue.

You sucked gently at first, testing, the weight of them in your mouth igniting a fire inside of you. Her breath hitched at the feeling, but her smirk never faded.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “So easy. I put my fingers in your mouth and you’re already dripping, aren’t you?”

You whimpered around her fingers, cheeks burning. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Your whole body was buzzing, aching with need.

Billie leaned in closer, her free hand slipping under your chin, tilting your head just enough to meet her eyes.

“Show me where you want them next,” she said, her voice lower than a whisper.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed eagerly around the thickness of her middle and ring finger. She held your gaze, still smirking, waiting for answer.

Wordless, you reached up. Your hand curled around her other wrist, the one that wasn't preoccupied with your mouth. You brought it up slowly, placing it against your throat.

“Oh,” she breathed, eyes darkening. “That’s what you want?”

You nodded once, cheeks flushing deep red. Still sucking gently on her other hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers slid free from your lips with a soft, wet sound, and her now spit covered hand moved to rest against your lower lip.

“Filthy little thing,” she whispered.

Her fingers tightened around your neck, her grip firm, just enough to make your breath hitch. Enough to make your head buzz with a light floaty feeling.

“Say it,” she said. “Say you want me to choke you.”

“I…” Your voice barely made it out, breath already catching under her grip. “I want you to…”

“C’mon, don’t get shy now,” she teased. "Say it, tell me what you want, use your words like a good girl."

“I want you to choke me,” you breathed. “Please.”

“There she is.” She leaned in and kissed your cheek, soft, while her hand flexed gently around your throat. Her other hand drifted down your stomach.

You felt her knuckles against your waistband, her still slightly wet fingers sliding past it like she had all the time in the world, like you weren't burning up with pure need.

She slipped her hand inside your pants, her palm warm and steady against your heat. Her fingers rested over your panties where you were already soaked.

“God,” she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re this wet just from me choking you and my fingers in your mouth?”

You whimpered, hips shifting up toward her hand. Billie’s grip on your neck tightened just enough to make your head spin again.

“Look at you,” she murmured, her lips brushing the edge of your jaw. “So fucking needy. Just can’t help yourself when you're around me, hm?”

Her fingers dragged over your soaked panties, rubbing your clit through the fabric in a desperate motion until your thighs were trembling under her. You gasped, the sound choked off by the hand around your throat.

She slipped her fingers under the fabric only a moment later, slow and calculated, sliding through your slick folds easily, gathering your wetness on the pads on her fingers, coating her rings.

“You feel that?” she whispered. “That mess you made? All from my hands?”

You tried to nod, tried to speak, but her fingers pressed inside you at the same time, and her hand shifted from your throat back to your mouth as you gasped.

“Open wider,” she teased, her voice gentle but commanding.

You obeyed immediately, and she slipped the fingers she just had wrapped around your neck into your mouth. You moaned around them as her other hand continued to work you open, hitting deep and curling at just the right spot.

Her thumb brushed over your clit with every thrust, each motion perfectly practiced and controlled. She knew exactly how to undo you, and she was enjoying it.

“Good girl,” she purred. “That’s it. Take it.”

Her fingers in your mouth pushed in further as you let out a low, guttural moan, opening your throat of her. Her other hand continued fucking you open, hitting spots deep inside you as you clenched down around her.

“Keep sucking,” Billie murmured, low and filthy. “Don’t stop.”

You were shaking now, your pleasure reaching a peak as she shifted her fingers just a bit, curling even deeper, rubbing harder, her mouth by your ear whispering filth and praise and the kind of things that would make you blush if you weren’t already drowning in them.

“Gonna come, baby?” she asked. “All over my fingers like the good slut you are?”

You nodded frantically, letting out a muffled moan, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, mouth full, hips stuttering against her hand.

“Do it,” she whispered, eyes glinting as you instantly shattered.

Your body clenched, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you came hard around her fingers. Your legs shook with the sheer force of your orgasm, breath caught halfway between a sob and a scream. Her fingers never stopped moving, working you through it, dragging every last drop of it out of you.

After a moment, she slowly pulled her hands away when you started twitching from overstimulation, a look of deep devotion and adoration on her face.

You collapsed back into the couch, gasping, heart pounding so loud you could barely hear yourself think. Billie followed, hovering above you as she kissed your forehead gently.

“You did so good,” she whispered, brushing damp hair away from your face. “You okay?”

You blinked up at her, dazed, but still managed to nod.

She smiled, softer now, just a hint of her earlier smugness tucked behind something warmer.

“Good girl,” she murmured again, thumb stroking your cheek. You sighed, your head resting against her shoulder as she reached for the blanket beside you.

“Still obsessed with my fingers?” she asked, grinning.

You gave her a weak laugh, half breath, half moan. “More than ever.”

my masterlist

[snail-day]

Based off of this ask. Angst -> Fluff

Fighting with you sucks.

Satoru hates fighting. Hates how sharp his own voice sounds. Hates how your eyes narrow when you’re angry, especially when he knows he’s the one who made you look at him like that. When you both get too prideful. The both of you begin to throw words like fire.

And yeah, maybe it doesn’t happen often. Maybe you two don’t really blow up at each other unless something’s been simmering for a while. Something unsaid. Something he was too stubborn - or scared - to bring up. But when it finally bubbles over, it’s like throwing gasoline on the fire.

You say something. He says something back. Then suddenly, it’s not even about the original issue anymore, it’s everything all at once. All the little moments that built up to this one. He watches it happen like slow-motion glass shattering, and Satoru still can't stop himself from throwing the next stone.

Then silence.

You pull away. And Satoru lets you, even if it makes his chest ache. Even if it makes his hands shake a little while he’s pretending to scroll on his phone or clean something up. He tells himself he’s giving you space. That you need time. That he needs time.

But god, the second you talk again, really talk to him, it’s like the air comes back into his lungs. He's like a puppy who's released from time out.

He doesn’t even know when it happens, only that he’s behind you now, arms wrapping around your waist with the kind of desperation he tries to mask with theatrics. Kissing your shoulder, then your neck, then wherever he can reach. Smothering. Voice muffled against your skin as he sing-songs, “My loveeeeee, my loverrrrr, my love my love my love...”

He squeezes you tighter when you don’t push him away. Teases your little huffs and sighs and small little toru stop noises. He doesn't stop because you gave him the okay the moment you uttered a single word.

“Do you love me?” he murmurs, quieter this time, slight teasing. Slight insecurity lingering. “How much?”

You roll your eyes. Say something like “Not after that performance,” but he hears the warmth behind it. Still, he needs more.

“Only a little?” he asks again, nosing at your jaw, lips brushing your cheek. “I just... I need to know you’re still here.”

He’s not trying to forget the fight. He’s not even trying to fix it, really. He just needs to feel that you’re not going anywhere. That after everything, you’re still his. That he hasn’t loved too hard and burned it all down.

[zketylers]

JOSH HARTNETT as ZEKE TYLER

THE FACULTY (1998) dir. Robert Rodriguez

[teslasucks37]

still thinking abt tommy saying “smash” for charlie in his smash or pass vid and im giggling and twirling my hair bc hes SO REALLL i would be super comfortable w experimenting w slime he would be so sweet 🥰

likeee okie hear me out,,, asking him to help practice w kissing and hes sooo sweet and guides u thru it ans then oops!! gets a little too heated and yall end up fucking lmaooo

- sloobiesanon

CW: NSFW under the cut, BestFriend!Charlie, Dom!Charlie, Corruption Kink, afab!Reader (Fem clothing but no pronouns), Ownership Kink, HornyVirgin!Reader, Slight Degredation

A/N: Omg I need that dick I NEED THAT DICK!!! This is 2.5k words… 😨

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Experimentation

Charlie was speechless, his palms sweating into the material of his jeans.

The two of you had been sitting on your couch watching a movie, completely innocent, until you’d brought up the fact that you were going on a date the next day.

Your first date ever.

“You wanna…”

“Please? I just- I don’t want to tank my first date because I’m inexperienced.” You pleaded, your body turned to face him completely.

Charlie was your best friend.

You’d known each other since sophomore year of college, being practically inseparable ever since, even becoming roommates after graduating around a year ago.

And for all those years that he knew you, never once did you mention your dating life.

He supposed this was why.

He felt stiff next to you, not uncomfortable, just processing. “And so… You want me to…”

You frowned, burrowing your face in your hands. “Please don’t say it again, I already feel weird.”

“No! It’s not…” Charlie stammered, struggling to find what words he really meant. “You don’t need to be embarrassed… I just…”

He didn’t want you to feel bad.

It was flattering, if anything, that you trusted him enough to even ask.

And it’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you…

He did.

He really did.

And maybe that was the problem…

But when you were sitting across from him, eyes big and pleading, how could he ever find it in himself to deny you?

“Just to practice?” He asked softly, glancing at you nervously, his teeth chewing on the inside of his cheek.

You nodded frantically, scooting closer to him like a nervous puppy. “I would also appreciate… Tips.”

He chuckled, almost in disbelief at how open you were being about this. “If it won’t… Make anything weird-“

“It won’t, scouts honor!” Your hand shot up, your open hand facing toward him.

Charlie grinned, reaching for your hand and folding your thumb and pinky finger into your palm to form an actual scout’s salute.

His touch was warm in your hand, lingering for just a moment too long.

“Okay.”

“Really?” You released your salute to grip onto his hand, something you would do often, grabbing his hand to reassure him or ask for his help.

He’d originally seen it as an innocent gesture, just something you did with all your friends, but when you were holding his hand asking him to kiss you, asking him to take away your chance for a real first kiss, he wasn’t so sure it was completely innocent anymore.

“Yeah.” Charlie’s tone was low, not realizing how close you’d gotten to him until then, glancing at your lips. “I’ll help.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You really didn’t think that would work.

But here he was, your best friend, ready to kiss you.

And as he leaned in, lips parting slightly, you closed your eyes and felt fireworks explode from your mouth, back to your cheeks and brain, blood rushing to every inch of your body.

Your hand twitched and tightened your grasp on each other.

Charlie’s lips were so soft, tasting like strawberry jelly, the donuts you’d eaten together just mere minutes ago.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

Until he pulled away.

You nearly chased his lips, but took a deep breath instead.

Charlie grinned, a small smile that made his dimples obvious. “Breathe through your nose.”

You brought a hand to his shoulder, gently dragging him back to your lips, which he accepted.

He smelled like home, like comfort and joy.

You supposed you’d never noticed it before.

How he smelled.

Other men would wear colognes, musk mixed with spice or something oddly vascular.

But Charlie smelled vaguely of citrus, just the beginning hints of it, enough to recognize the smell but not enough to really identify it.

Every time you kissed him you felt something new.

A new depth of him that you’d never gotten to experience before.

But you wanted more.

So you pulled away.

He could see you getting frustrated, a look of upset in your eyes.

“But… How do I…”

He just grinned at your impatience. “I’ll show you…”

Your body shivered at his words.

“Open your mouth a little…” He whispered against your lips, waiting for you to do so before he pressed back into you.

His instructions made your mind race, you wanted him to teach you more, to tell you how to do everything just the way he liked it.

When your tongues touched it felt electric, causing you to jump slightly, before falling into a rhythm that made too much sense to pull away.

It felt so right, his familiar touch, his newly-familiar taste.

A tingling fell to below your chest, seating deep in your core.

Your thighs clenched at the sensation, giving only the smallest gratification to your clit.

You were so wet, you could feel it underneath your skirt, on your soaked panties that pressed against your thighs.

His tongue in your mouth was the only thing you’d ever imagined when pleasuring yourself.

When he pulled away, you knew you’d be chasing that feeling for the rest of your life.

But you could have it right now if you wanted, it was inches away from you, Charlie was right there to provide.

So you slowly leaned in to kiss him again, Charlie’s eyes fluttering shut as your lips met again.

He groaned into your lips as you climbed into his lap, straddling his hips and continuing to kiss him.

Charlie’s hands hovered just inches away from your waist, twitching with want, until he caved and cupped your body like it was breakable.

His own brain was melting, everywhere you touched felt like it was on fire.

He had to fight tooth and nail to keep his hands from lowering onto your ass.

This was just supposed to be practice, right?

But he gasped when you’d brushed against something hard beneath you, causing you to pull away, wondering if you’d done something wrong. “Sorry, I just-“

He didn’t have the words to explain himself, why he’d gotten hard at his best friend kissing him.

But you didn’t give a damn.

“Will you teach me?” You whispered to him, rubbing your clothed core on the hard print of his dick in his jeans.

Charlie’s brain nearly short circuited at the request. “Teach you… What?”

You thought for a moment, before you grabbed the hem of your shirt, rolling it up and off your body.

You wanted for him to see all of you.

To gaze at you through those eyes you’d tried so hard not to stare into for any longer than necessary.

You’d just felt so wrong, imagining him touching you, kissing you, fucking you…

You weren’t really sure how you actually felt about him.

Maybe you had a little crush on him and all of this talk of “inexperience” was just your way of creating something between you two.

A desperate attempt, you would admit.

You’d imagined him taking advantage of you in the smallest ways during sleepovers, watching you change through the door to your bedroom you may have intentionally left open just a crack once or twice.

Or catching him staring at the pair of slutty panties you’d one time left on your floor of your room just so he would see them.

One time, you’d thought about cuddling up to him during one of your sleepovers and rubbing your ass against him to egg him on, but you didn’t.

You just wanted him to do something.

But he didn’t.

He was just so nice.

So caring.

Completely respectful of you and your personal space.

But you didn’t want him to be respectful anymore.

You wanted him to want you as much as you wanted him.

Charlie’s eyes dilated at the sight of your tits, cupped in a cute little bra.

“Teach me how to make someone feel good…” You pleaded, your face flushed and hot.

Charlie opened his mouth to object.

He had definitely taken this too far.

He’d wanted you so bad, he’d managed to push aside any feelings to help you.

He just couldn’t do this with you if it wasn’t him that you actually wanted…

But how could he stop when you were practically begging him to keep going?

So Charlie’s hands released your waist, slither down between your bodies and unbuckling his belt.

You watched as his fingers unzipped his fly, opening his jeans to reveal his boxers, simple and black, before he pulled his cock from the confines of his clothes.

You felt your pussy flutter around nothing, the ache in your core getting stronger.

“Take your… Your hand.” Charlie stuttered, obviously embarrassed that he was exposed like this, but still trying to keep his cool.

He gripped your wrist, bringing your fingers slowly to his tip, flushed and leaking.

You shuddered at the feeling of a cock in your hand for the first time.

And not just any cock, Charlie’s.

He was smooth, but hard, the stiff muscle beneath the skin twitching at your touch.

He was breathing harder than you’d ever heard him before, practically panting as you experimentally circled over his slit with pre-cum beading over it.

“Just uh… Hah… Go slow.” Charlie mumbled, his gaze trained on your hand as you stroked him slowly.

The rasp in his voice made a warmth form in your brain, sliding like honey down your spine.

Your wrist turned around him slowly, pumping him up and down all the way down to his base.

“Squeeze tighter… I can take it.” He grinned, licking his lips and glancing between your legs.

In your passion, your skirt had managed to ride up on your thighs, revealing the slightest view of your panties to him.

They were soaked, darker in the middle where your pussy had drooled all over itself.

You followed his instructions, tightening your grip on him and speeding up just slightly.

“Fuck~” Charlie’s head fell back, letting out a groan at your movements. “Yeah, just like that.”

You felt your chest heave, watching him struggle to keep sounds down.

It wasn’t fair, you wanted to feel good too.

So you took your hands off him.

His head lifted to look up at you, eyes foggy and out of it. “Why’d you stop?” He slurred out, a hand moving to grip your thigh.

You whimpered with guilty eyes, so sensitive to his touch, which made his eyes widen.

“Oh…”

“I still haven’t…” You struggled to get the words out.

“And… You want me to…”

You nodded bashfully.

You wanted it to be him, needed it to be him.

You felt so safe with him.

You couldn’t imagine anyone else you would be willing to go this far with.

Both of you realized then that this wasn’t for practice anymore, but for your pure lust.

Charlie knew you hadn’t had sex yet.

It was one of the many things he teased you for.

But to hear it straight from your mouth when you were begging for his cock…

He wanted to fuck your virgin pussy and ruin you for anyone else.

You’d been such a whore in front of him so many times.

Every dirty thought he’d ever had toward you could finally come out to play.

Charlie’s fingers dug into the meat of your thigh. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded desperately, shy, yet so fucking horny.

He couldn’t resist, shoving his hands between your legs and moving the middle of your panties to the side to see the pretty little cunt that was so hungry for his cock.

Shit, he’d imagined what your pussy would look like for years, but nothing could compare to the real thing, so cute and wet for him.

He thought about having you bounce on him, but it just wouldn’t be enough.

Charlie needed to be so deep inside you that you would feel him for days afterward.

He needed to corrupt you, make you feel so good you’d never turn to someone else ever.

Turn you into such a cock hungry slut, you’d want him all the fucking time.

So he gripped your hips, flipping you around so you were on your knees for him on the couch.

He flipped your skirt up, moving your panties out of the way completely, and kissed your entrance with his tip.

“You want me to take your virginity?” He asked teasingly, moving half of the head of his cock in and out of you.

You breathed heavily, moaning and wiggling your ass at him. “Please, Char~ Fuuuck!”

Your pleads were cut off as he slowly sunk inside you.

It hurt a little, the pain only turning to pleasure when he stopped at the hilt, completely balls deep in you.

It was such an intoxicating feeling, having your best friend inside you.

“God, you’re so fucking tight.” Charlie moaned, trying an experimental movement of dragging out and slipping back in.

And it was so fucking easy cause of how wet you were.

So he thrusted harder, faster, making you whine even louder.

“Feels good?” He whispered to you, leaning down to grip your arms, pulling you back onto him vigorously.

You gripped his arms in tandem, pulling yourself back onto him. “Ooh~ yesss~”

“Practicing, my ass.” Charlie growled out, forcefully thrusting into you enough to punch the air out of your lungs. “You just wanted me to touch you like a little slut.”

You moaned in response, smiling wildly.

You knew it was true, every time he would tease you or make fun of you for being a virgin you’d have to restrain yourself from jumping his bones then and there.

Cause you knew he would be so nice and let you fuck him.

But if you knew sex would feel this good, you would have propositioned him so long ago.

“You’re all mine.” Charlie mumbled deliriously. “Pussy’s all mine…”

You felt so helpless, his iron grip on your arms releasing, sure to leave the most delicious bruises.

His fingers trailed around your body to grasp your tits, still sitting pretty in your bra, before he tugged it down and freed them, wrapping his big hands around them.

“Char~ Charlie~” You moaned, feeling him switch angles and pound up into a spot that made you see stars. “So deeeeeep! Aahh~”

“Yeah? Did I find your spot, baby?” He asked, pinching and tugging on your nipples. “Are you gonna cum?”

You nodded frantically, making him growl out a moan, going even harder and fucking into you with a fervor that only Charlie could give you.

“Ohhh fuuuuckk~” You cried out, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling him into you as you came, squirting everywhere on shaking legs, your pussy fluttering around him.

He let out a groan, his legs shaking as well as he pumped into you, cumming in tandem.

Your cum dripped down your legs, his balls, even the bottom of his shirt, the green fabric wet and smelling of sex.

Fuck, the whole room probably smelled like sex.

You finally could say that, too, knowing what that meant.

He pulled out, making you shudder, and laid down, bringing you into his chest.

“You should maybe uh… Cancel that date tomorrow…” Charlie chuckled under his breath, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You grinned in response, nuzzling into his neck. “Definitely.”

[saintvlaurent]

Just to reassure you guys mourning Curly's ass, some of it is still there it's just his gown.

[hungharrington]

Steve realizing his gf is stressed and forcing her to take a mid day break and she's just like babe I'm not in the mood and he's like ok let's take a break for 5 min a mere 5 min like u can def afford that and she's like fine and she sets a timer but by the time the 5 min r up Steve is already eating her out and he's like the timer is up and she's so into in and forgotten that she's like the what?? And Steve just chuckles smugly and goes back down

bro.... did u send this cos u know i've been stressed with grad school??? either way YUM i ate it tf up this was delicious thank you for gracing my inbox with it <3 fem!reader, 1.2k, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

As Steve sets his watch, your thoughts drift to the assignment sitting on your desk, due by the end of the week.

You really shouldn't be taking a break — you're not sure you can actually afford to. Well, your stress certainly makes it feel that way.

But Steve had badgered you lovingly with his wandering hands around your waist, fingers skirting beneath your shirt, and his hot kiss mouthing softly against your neck.

You probably shouldn't be taking a break but also, you're only human. Steve knows just how to press your buttons.

"I've set the timer," Steve murmurs, his voice somewhere behind you on the bed. His big hands smooth up your calves, pressing in his adoring intent. You can't see the heavy-lidded gaze he has, betraying a different intent. "Five minutes, okay?

"Okay," You agree tiredly, voice muffled into the pillow of your bed. "Work your magic, babe."

You're laying on your front, face pressed into pillow, your arms caged around your head. You're well and truly enjoying a moment to rest your eyes and you're betting it'll only get better when Steve starts his massage.

I mean, that's what you expect he meant when he begged you to let him 'help you relax' for five minutes.

Steve makes a little amused noise from behind you, fully intending on working a certain kind of magic.

His hands continue their slow peruse, his fingers spread wide and exploring the expanse of your thighs as they continue to slide up. He presses and soothes the muscles, getting you more relaxed with each touch. You huff a little sigh into the pillow, eyes sliding closed, and your body grows more pliant.

His hands keep moving up, up, up, until the fabric of your skirt is getting bunched up beneath them. Something nervous rises in your chest at the sudden new display of skin. Still, you don't move, almost eager to see what he does next.

Your face is still hidden away in the pillow when his hands begin to knead the skin where your thigh meets your ass. A soft, pleased noise wiggles loose in your chest.

Then—a ghost of a touch pulls a sudden small gasp from your lungs. A finger drags down the centre of your panties, just the slightest pressure.

"Yeah?" Steve probes gently, his voice low and raspy. The weight of his finger remains but he doesn't move it, waiting for your answer.

You're in two minds about it for only a split-second before your hair scrunches up as you nod your head against the pillow. The finger moves again, drawing down to trace over your clit lightly. Your face simmers with heat, even if you've done much nastier things with Steve before.

"Good girl," Steve praises. "Letting herself relax,"

His words sink into you, sweet as honey and warm as a sunbeam. Something twists low in your stomach and you have to resist the urge to readjust your thighs. If your face was simmering before, it's burning now.

Steve's hands move with a precision of well-known love. He knows what you like and he knows exactly how to get you riled up.

"Been working so hard, baby," He murmurs. "Know you have."

He continues his absentminded massage, hands rubbing and kneading the flesh of your ass. One finger always remains pressed against your core, petting against your slowly dampening panties in a way that makes you want to quiver. You bury your stuttering breaths into the pillow beneath you.

"Y'stop taking care of yourself, don't you?" You can barely focus on the questions as they drift out of Steve's mouth. Your eyes are closed again but this time in that growing lull of pleasure that's building up within you. "That's why I'm here though, isn't it? To help my girl relax,"

The damp spot on your panties grows under Steve's masterful strokes and soon, it's wet and sticky. You can't help but wonder if they're translucent but now—fuck, what pair are you even wearing? The thought melts away as Steve's skillful thumb finds your clit and draws a perfect circle around it, teasing you in just the way you like.

"Feelin' more relaxed?" Steve asks. You can't tell if you're imagining the smug tone in his voice but either way, he's a bastard for touching your clit and asking you a question at the same time.

You open your mouth to give an answer and let out a pitiful moan instead.

Glorious heat flames your face but you can't help how it fuels your mounting lust. He's driving you insane with these little touches.

"Good girl," Steve coos, as if your moan is the perfect answer to his question. You make another pathetic noise in response, feeling your hips rock back, desperate for a little more friction.

A disappointed whine creeps out when the touch is suddenly gone and Steve chuckles at the sound of it. "Won't be long, honey. Can you prop these up for me please?"

His hands have shifted, spread across to hold your hips lightly. You kick your legs up without question, enough to move them up, elevating your hips off the bed just barely.

Steve still gives you as praising noise, running his hands down your ass reverently. "That's it, baby. Doin' so good for me, aren't you?"

You're beyond words at this point so you answer him with another pitiful whimper. It's heaven to Steve's ears.

You hear the comforter on the bed rustle as Steve readjusts behind you and get all of a few seconds to wonder what before the heat of his breath ghosts along your inner thigh. Your tummy twists up in anticipation and you clench without thinking.

Steve chuckles again, his hands landing delicately on your either side of your hips once more.

He moves to grip a cheek in each hand and a lust-tinged embarrassment burns your face as he spreads you, your sopping cunt on display, shielded only by your soaked panties. A soft groan of appreciation pulls from his throat without permission.

"God, look at you," He murmurs.

One of his thumbs dips in, pressing beneath the elastic of your panties and moving to pull them to the side. A string of slick sticks to them and Steve groans again as he watching, this time louder. "Fuck, baby, you're soaked. Look at you, practically cryin' for it, aren't you?"

You whimper into the pillow, breath held as you wait in agony for Steve to do anything.

Faintly behind you, there's a small beep of a watch. Steve makes a disgruntled noise and shuffles for a moment, til the beeping stops.

"Five minutes, honey." He says, that almost smug tone to his words once more.

The words reach your ears but mean almost nothing to you. You have to resist the urge to arch your back and whine for him to keep going. But Steve won't have said that for nothing.

"W-What?" You manage to say, the word muffled into the pillow.

"Never mind, baby," He says, words dripping in a smugness that only drives up your body temperature. Your nipples peak in response and you feel your cunt aching for some touch. Steve obliges almost instantly, his thumb tracing down your folds. "Don’t worry bout it. You just sit there and take it like a good girl."

[lynx-doodles-indie-games]

finished wanderer recently and someday i have to play drought and/or spearmaster campaign in co-op with both of these guys

[bottleswithbottles]

Drawing the @rogerrrroger 's Gordon Wall-E with some creativity liberties because im stupid LMFAO (i liked a lot ur design ily no straight)

[hawnks]

I've been thinking about big scary dragon shifter meeting his human mate. And he knows the finer details of dragon courtship are ... intense (the endless lust, the cosseting, the biting). And he works so very hard not to scare his skittish little mate away. And he's so good, not domineering or possessive or scary at all. He doesn't snarl, he doesn't hiss. He doesn't wrap her tight in his wings, held so securely against his body that nothing could touch her there. He coaxes her to him with a patience and calm that goes against his very nature.

And every second he's in her presence the instinct to possess coils tighter, a spring trap about to snap.