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why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic

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where did all the years go?

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look it up, it's a video game and the characters are so fucking adorable

biting you lovingly

Do you like hollow knight

chat I'm not sure what that is I think i have an idea but like idk

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BUCKY BARNES | SEX POLLEN TROPE

main masterlist | note: as the trope includes smut, all of the fics include +18 content. also since at least one party is under the influence of some kind of a chemical, this is dubious content. please proceed with caution and minors dni. enjoy!

toxic heat • bucky barnes x reader | by @nyletac

summary: while waiting for the extraction team after a successful mission, bucky leaves you and runs into a greenhouse room in the mission building with strange plants. accidentally breathing in the gas from the plants he returns to you, but something is off. (smut) (6,4k words)

take you there • bucky barnes x reader | by @heli0s-writes

summary: sam plays a game called fuck or die. it's like he willed it into existence as you and hucky explore the basement of an old hydra lair. (smut, dub-con) (3,8k words)

louder than fear • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @godmadeaterribleerror

summary: missions involving hydra often go very wrong. this is different. this is worse. this is a strange bioweapon, nobody telling you exactly what's wrong, and staring at the ceiling as bucky roars you name. it’s echoing in your brain. and you love him. (smut, light angst) (8,5k words)

lustful agony • bucky barnes x plus size!reader | by @fatecantstopme

summary: after getting hit in the face with a pink dust during a visit to an old hydra lab, you are confused as to what happened. thankfully, your mission partner knows what it is, and thankfully he knows the solution. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, masturbation)

what was rule number #2 again? • tfatws!bucky barnes x reader | by @satinestales

summary: messing around in banner's lab, the night before your mission wasn't as good an idea as you thought, and you begin to question your actions the moment you step out of it. things worsen when you realize the super soldier serum isn't immune to an unknown contagious disease. (smut)

delirium • bucky barnes x reader | by @flowersforbucky

summary: stranded in the middle of the alaskan wilderness with no means of communication after being exposed to a foreign drug, you're reluctant to accept help from the one person who has a shot at saving you. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, angst, friends to lovers, avenger!reader) (4,1k words)

play pretend | part two • bucky barnes x reader | by @wkemeup

summary: when bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. (smut, dub-con) (7,8k words)

summary of pt.2: in the aftermath of munich, bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. but now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can. (smut, mutual pining) (5,8k words)

strawberries • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months? (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, size kink, fuckboy!bucky) (7,5k words)

does it hurt? | bonus chapter • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @ellemj

summary: bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that hydra was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. when you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. anything. (angst, smut, unprotected sex, abduction, violence, voyeurism, mentions of sa) (24,3k words)

summary of bonus ch.: when you're finally out of hydra’s clutches, the recovery process drives you and bucky farther and farther apart. you can't decide if what you felt between you was real or chemically-induced. what will it take to sway you? (smut, angst, non-descriptive smut) (12,4k words)

untitled • bucky barnes x reader | by @myfictionaldreams

summary: it was your first mission out with your mentor, bucky, but not all goes to plan when you stumble across an old hydra laboratory and accidentally trigger a trap. (smut, dub-con, grumpy x sunshine, rough sex, praise kink)

high for this • new avenger!bucky barnes x reader | by @buckysleftbicep

summary: during a mission, you and bucky are exposed to a gas meant to strip away restraint. he resists, and well, you try. but when the heat fades, it’s not the mission that haunts you both, it’s what happened behind that door. (smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, angst, regret) (3,8k words)

desperate | uncertain an sure • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @buckets-and-trees

summary: enemies? rivals? it's always been reluctant teamwork between you and the winter soldier, but when put in a situation where personal feelings have to be put aside, maybe actual personal feelings are uncovered. (smut, kidnapping)

desperate measures • bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader | by @simplyholl

summary: when you encounter a mysterious substance during a mission, it forces you and your mission partner to get closer. (smut)

petals • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @biteofcherry

summary: it was supposed to be so simple. a boring reckon mission. just to check the cabin and secure any samples of the ongoing experiments the former hydra doctor ran the place. however the unexpected comes in the form of a flower. (smut, dub-con, fingering)

unleashed • avengers!bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @veltana

summary: during a mission, bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you. (smut, slight fluff, possessive!bucky, unprotected sex) (4,2k words)

crimson fever • bucky barnes x fem!reader | by @mandoalorian

summary: in the icy shadows of 1944 occupied europe, you uncover a dangerous hydra secret that could shift the war’s tide. but hydra’s ruthless scientist, arnim zola, marks you as a threat, unleashing a sinister drug—“crimson fever”—that set your body and soul ablaze with an unrelenting desire. as you fight to protect vital intel, your path collides with sergeant bucky barnes, your childhood friend from brooklyn, whose unspoken love for you burns brighter than the war’s chaos. (smut, dub-con, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, violence, torture) (6,7k words)

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Cursed Creature here

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A little trivia about my artwork of Haymitch and Effie "Silver Springs"

We know from Suzanne Collins that Haymitch and Lenore Dove were like geese: they mate for life. Grieving, loyal, and steadfast. But even geese, given time and healing, can find love again. I always imagined Haymitch as one of those geese—wounded, a little rough around the edges, but still capable of deep, enduring bonds.

Effie, in contrast, has always felt like a swan to me. Elegant, precise, and solitary in her own way — raised in the structured isolation of the Capitol. And yet, even swans can surprise us.

This piece was inspired in part by a real story: that of Thomas the goose and Henry the swan, an unlikely pair who spent over two decades together in New Zealand. Their bond—devoted, unconventional, and quietly beautiful—stayed with me.

In nature, swans and geese are different species. They can't mate or raise offspring together in the traditional sense. But they can form close, affectionate bonds. They've been known to choose each other when the world around them is small, or when loss and loneliness open unexpected doors.

So I thought: what if Haymitch, the old goose who’d lost his mate, found comfort in a swan like Effie—graceful, surprising, and just as alone?

Sometimes, love doesn't follow rules. Sometimes, it just shows up—and stays.

wikipage with Thomas and Henry's story

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this is so freaking adorable

Awkward Simon x Awkward reader Pt two

Part one

Five minutes into the date, and Simon was already certain he was messing it up.

It was rare enough that he went on dates, much less with someone he was genuinely interested in and every time he tried to express that or, hell, even just seem chill, his palms got sweaty and he’d say something stupid.

Even picking the place had been a nightmare.

“’M’fine with anything,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“No, no- yeah. It’s just, I don’t wanna take you somewhere I like and you don’t like it, then it’s like I forced you to do something you don’t like just to please me” you rambled, stumbling over your words.

The final nail in the coffin, was when you added the three words he had grown to dread:

“You can pick”

Simon’s spine stiffened.

He didn’t do well with silence, especially not the awkward kind that followed afterward whenever he suggested something and the other person turned it down.

It was why he always said “maybe” before asking a question. Just to soften the blow if the answer came back no. If they said no, at least he hadn’t fully committed and he wouldn’t feel like an idiot.

Not having to fake laugh “yeah you’re right that wouldn’t work anyways” just to make him and the other person feel better.

Eventually though, after a few rounds of “I’m fine with anything” and ”you pick” the two of you finally settled on a place, a small coffee shop decently close to where you both lived.

And now, not even ten minutes in, Simon already wanted to sink into the cushions and become one with the booth.

His first mistake? Turning to give you his full attention as you both walked toward the cafe entrance.

You were just so mesmerizing. The way you talked, trying so hard not to trip over your words, hands moving a little too much, voice just a bit too high.

You were nervous. Just like him. And for some stupid reason, that made him feel seen in a way he didn’t know he wanted.

Too seen, apparently, because he walked straight into the metal “handicap parking” sign

“Oh my god, are you okay?” you shrieked as you rushed to his side. He was bent slightly, one hand holding his forehead, and the other waving off the attention. You hesitated, hand twitching like you wanted to touch him but weren’t sure if that would make it worse.

Simon groaned softly, cheeks already burning as he muttered, “M’fine, didn’t see it”

Once inside, you quietly asked the barista at the front counter for a bag of ice and brought it to him without saying anything, just sliding it gently across the table until it was in arm reach.

He took it with a small grunt of thanks, before he brought it up to hold to his forehead, silently praying his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

His second mistake? Trying to compliment you.

He should’ve kept his mouth shut, honestly but no, his brain had short circuited the second he saw you smile, now his mouth was moving faster than his thoughts could keep up.

“Ya look good today,” he blurted

A beat passed and when you didn’t say anything right away, a panicked ache flared in his chest.

“Ah— not that ya didn’t the other day” he rushed to add, hands gesturing something vaguely in the air. “Ya just also… look, uh, good today, again, still, I mean”

You chuckled softly “Thank you”

The rest of the date seemed to be going better after that. Simon hadn’t embarrassed himself any further, well until he felt something cold soak through his pants.

Iced coffee. All over his lap.

He blinked and looked up, only to find your frantic expression staring back at him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry— I didn’t mean to spill my drink- ” you stammered, jumping up so fast your chair squeaked across the floor.

Grabbing a handful of napkins, you instinctively reached down to pat his lap dry, trying to clean up the mess.

Only when you looked up and saw how red his face was, eyes wide and jaw clenched, and then looked back down to realize exactly where your hands were, did it register.

“Oh gosh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that either” you squeaked, pulling your hands away like you touched fire.

You both ended up sitting there in silence for a moment, eyes wide, mouths twitching before bursting into laughter.

“Well,” you said, grinning as you tried to stifle the rest of your laughter. “I think we’re officially the most embarrassing people in this entire cafe”

Simon let out an amused huff, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. It felt good, knowing he wasn’t the only one fumbling his way through.

“Yeah,” a small smile tugged at his lips. “But least we’re embarrassin together, yeah?”

You laughed, “Yeah”

Simon running into a sign was actually a self insert, because legit the FIRST date I ever went on, I ran into a fucking sign and I never felt more embarrassed in my life, I had a bruise and everything, also I loved writing this because it just felt so relatable in my opinion

but anyways yeah I think this is turned out really cute and im gonna tag some of the people that were / seemed interested in a pt two

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If you like the word “queer” reblog.

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cookies!

Wanna plate of cookies?

Can I share with the class?

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been thinking a lot lately about the intense nature of a situationship with jason. he says it’s dangerous for you to be around him, but he’s the one that’s always sneaking in your window late at night. he says he has no interest in the feelings that come with a real relationship because it’s all to messy, but he makes you tell him that you’re his while the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. he says he doesn’t if you see other guys, but he makes sure to fuck you so good that you don’t even want to.

the words “i love you” are always on the tip of your tongue when you’re about to cum, but he always swallows them before you can let them out. plausible deniability he tells himself. if he never heard the words then he can pretend he knows you don’t have feelings for him. just like he pretends he doesn’t have feelings for you…and it really is all pretending. he says there’s nothing serious between y’all, but he leaves trail of destruction in his path everytime you’re together.

it’s “nothing serious” but he wants any man who sees you naked to know that he was there first. that he pleased you so good that no one else will hold a candle to him. that for every hickey he left on your body, there were more than a few scratches on his back to show for it. that for every night he spent with you, there was a dirty sheet that harbored a mix of your bodily fluids. no matter how many times you washed them you’d never be able to get the memories of the way his cum pooled in your cunt, spilling out onto already damp sheets. it’s “nothing serious” but he thinks about your hands in his hair and your tits in his mouth every chance he gets.

it’s “nothing serious” but when he’s swallowing the “i love you’s” on the tip of your tongue, he also swallowing the “i love you’s” on the tip of his.

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aww

And done! :D I really like the idea of Damian experimenting more artistic skills, like body painting- But first he gotta start with something small, so- Makeup!

And I wanted to put Tim in this because of the Caroline Hills thing, he must be more comfortable with makeup 👉🏻👈🏻

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These are all great

updated: 04.06.25

ᯓ★ fluff

I’ll Tell You in the Morning (❤): “you’re going to fall through the couch.” “the couch would never betray me.” (@literaila)

Peter is confused about your loving tears. (❤) (@luveline)

You forget peter is your boyfriend after getting your wisdom teeth removed. (❤) (@luveline)

All These Pictures Of You (❤): the amount of photos peter has of you versus him is a problem you've taken upon yourself to fix. (@biblio-smia)

Agree to Disagree (❤): Peter doesn’t believe you when you tell him you would've had a crush on him if you had known him in high school. (@wokeupinmars)

Peter reassures you when you're not ready. (❤✘) (@luveline)

Honeybody (❤): something about music makes you desperate to feel it. something about Peter, pretty and magnetic and light, multiplies this immeasurably. or, you and Peter want to try everything. (@luveline) (warning: mentioned/implied past self-harm, nothing graphic)

I Miss U Open The Door Pls :3 (❤): you get food poisoning. peter parker is a loving dork. (@luveline)

Field Trips-Not Just Educational (❤): the last thing you needed to happen on this field trip was for New York City's latest monster to go on a rampage. Luckily you have everyone's favorite red and blue super hero to help. (@withahappyrefrain)

Baby Me (❤): Peter wants to be babied. (@p3terparker)

Suds (❤): soft shower fic. (@t1red-twilight)

Your Girl (❤): Peter takes care of a drunk!you. (@lanadelreyscokewhor3)

Puppy Love (❤): nerdy teenage love for oblivious!reader. (@valtism)

Groomsman (❤): weddings always make you emotional. (@headkiss)

Negotiating (❤): you wake up on peter’s chest. (@literaila)

Say My Name (❤): from the moment peter heard you say his name, his heart’s been beating ever since. (@spideystevie)

Pretty Boy (❤): you call Peter a "pretty boy" and he gets flustered. (@lomlkenji)

Tequila Makes Me Sleepy (❤): Pete comes to find you at a party after you call him. (@cosmal) (warning: brief mention of gross guys sexualizing reader)

Crush (❤): Peter has been visiting you as spider-man long enough to develop a crush on you. the problem? you have a crush on somebody else. (@ptersparkers)

A makeout session accidentally causes Peter to break his glasses. (❤) (@alwaysmoncheri)

Speechless (❤): Peter's very charming, and incredibly straight-forward, but mostly charming. (@spiderfunkz)

Tonguing Down Peter Parker (❤): ushy gushy mushy loser makeout. (@t1red-twilight)

I Know (❤): Peter Parker has the best girlfriend ever. (@vivwritesfics)

Where'd You Get Your Medical Degree (❤): "i don''t wanna get you sick." (@literaila)

Starstruck (❤❅): after a nasty run in with the Rhino, Spidey goes to his favorite civilian, who happens to be good with bandages, but not great with science. (@urrockstar-xe)

new! Kiss It All Better (❤❅): your boyfriend Peter hasn't contacted you in days, but one stormy night in a dark alley would change that. (@elixirfromthestars)

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Actually, it should be the same for everyone. You don't owe anyone sex. You can say no for any reason or even without a reason. Even if you're in a relationship. Even if you're married. Even if they're sad about it. Even if you've been saying no for a week or a month. Whenever you want, it's your body.

You don't owe anyone sex.

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yes!

Tim was expecting Jason to be clueless and it turns out that at least 40% of Red Hood's goons are queer and two third of them are trans, go go supportive crime lord Jason Todd!!!

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not fair

professor!bucky barnes x student!reader

18+ men and minors dni! smut -- dry humping. pussy lip fucking. creampie. choking. gag (tie). voyreism. erm. yeah! hehe

w/c -- 3k

a/n -- lemme bring back dry humping real quick...I had to write something for this photo shoot release -- I got so many requests on Twitter to write something and on here so...I hope you guys enjoy! kinda wanna make them a thing so...feedback is welcome <3 @brooklyn-duo & @professor-james-buchanan-barnes … hope you enjoy hehe <3

beep beep beep

you groaned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you heard the incessant noise from your alarm. wiping your arm to find your phone, you groggily open your eyes to turn off the alarm before you see the time.

shit. you were late for your class.

scrambling out of bed, you toss on the only clothes you can find -- a big t-shirt with some biker shorts on underneath. quickly putting yourself together and finding your bag with your books, you haul your ass across campus as fast as you can go.

--

“you’re late.” you feel your body freeze as you're making your way to the only open seat on the other side of the classroom, closest to the professor.

you life your head up with shame across your face. you weren't usually this late, and you hated being late to professor barnes’ class.

you had a pretty good attendance, so he wasn't going to give it too much thought, but he absolutely loved seeing your face flood with guilt and shame. something about it made his skin crawl in a good way.

you mumble a little apology as you sit down and plop your bag down and feeling the stare of the rest of the classroom.

“stay after class.” he states and all you can do is nod.

--

“c’mere.” he beckons you with his metal pointer finger. he was pushed away from his desk, spreading his legs out wide, plenty of room if you wanted to kneel in between them. he must've caught the way your demeanor shifts when your eyes drag over his figure. you're suddenly feeling hot under his gaze and without missing a beat you're striding over to him.

“good girl. you listen very well.” he murmurs, eyes darkening as he looks at you from head to toe, slowly, and back again. you swallow thickly before youre blushing deeply -- your cheeks fucking hurt now.

he sits up, reaching for your wrist with his metal hand before hes pulling you right in between those damn legs, your own thighs brushing against him. you felt a little self conscious on how much space you were taking in between his legs -- not really ever wearing biker shorts like this. they always made you feel like maybe your thighs were too ‘big’

he did not seem to care, though.

both of his large hands come to run up the backs of your thighs, his fingertips brushing gently towards your inner leg, over the fabric and cupping your core gently. you suck in a breath, completely aware of his touch.

he pulls you closer, almost making you stumble into his chest before he’s turning you around and sitting you down right in his lap -- your ass rubbing right against his cock.

“professor..!” you let out a little squeal, bracing your arms on the edge of the desk in front of you. he grunts behind you, watching your back arch out as you look behind him.

“how do you just do whatever you want, doll?” you furrow your brows as his hands grip tighter onto your hips. you didn’t know what he was talking about, but the way he was looking at you told you he was going to show you.

“think you can just be late for my class, and not even show up for last week's lesson.” you blush, knowing exactly what he meant by ‘lesson’.

you and professor barnes had this perfect game of cat and mouse -- he acted nonchalant, like he didn’t really want you. but you knew how bad he wanted you every single time he would stare you down during a lesson, how he would specifically have an open seat next to his desk every single lesson just for you. how he knew exactly how to make you cry on his fingers.

he started giving you these after class lessons. you were nervous at first. clearly it was for real studying and needing an extra hand on the course work.

you were a stellar student -- you have perfect attendance, you always apply yourself and you get decent ish grades.

but sometimes you just need extra help.

and for some reason, help looked like professor barnes’ fingers inside you, warming them while he made you read out your essay he had graded, or a chapter of a textbook lesson you missed.

“i don’t know what you mean, professor.” fuck. the innocence in your tone made his cock twitch, and it was the way your eyes looked big at him over your shoulder.

he pulled you fully seated back onto him, letting you keep your grip on the table while he slowly started to buck his hips into you -- a concentrated look on his face. you could feel how fucking hard he was through your slacks, and you knew he could smell how wet you were.

“i highly doubt it.” he mutters, biting his lip as he continues to grind into you. he saw the second you felt his cock rub against your clothes clit because you started grinding back down onto him, loving this little game.

“i mean it…” you trail off, innocence still in your tone. “i just need some extra guidance, professor. can you help me?” his eyes darken the second you ask, his fingertips digging deeper into hips. he removes them for a second before hes sliding his hands up and under the fabric of your big t-shirt and hooking his fingertips under the waistband of your biker shorts.

“you want my help, doll?” you nod with a whimper leaving lips as you grind down harder onto him. there was something so fucking debauched about dry humping your history professor right after class -- the windows wide open. someone could hear if they walked by. it gave you a thrill, but you knew that he wouldn’t let anyone hear you.

he groans, feeling his cock throb heavily in his slacks, a wet spot forming on the front of his boxers and pants. he bucks his hips into you as you grind down into him, biting your lip from making any noise. he could see your struggle -- he could see your composure slowly melting away with every single thrust he gives into you. letting you imagine what it would be like if he were to fuck you int his position right now.

but that would be a reward for you. and you were late to class.

he suddenly stops thrusting up into you, taking his hands from around your waist band and tugging your shorts down to your ankles. your big t-shirt still pooled around your hips, bunched up and showing your hip creases.

he almost came to the sight of them. “fuck…baby.” he absentmindedly runs his fingers down the sides of your hips under your shirt before they come into contact with your hip creases and pinches them -- he loved to see a little something extra for him to grip onto and mark.

you whimper as he touches you, feeling suddenly exposed under his eye. he loves making you feel like this -- where any move you made he would pounce on you in a second

“professor…” you draw on, looking at him as he pulls his hands away from your hips and going for the burgundy diamond tie snug around his neck. he loses it, shaking his head to make it come off faster before he’s leaning forward to wrap it around the front of your mouth.

its soft against your skin and it smells exactly like his cologne -- the scent invading your brain and making you feel fuzzy.

he ties a little loose knot on the back of your head, making sure to not get any hair caught before he is tugging on it a little bit -- your back arching against his chest as his metal hand comes to the front of your body, cupping your sex through your underwear.

“tell me, doll…” he starts, his lips brushing against the side of your ear, licking up a small stripe from your earlobe around the shell of your ear before hes softly breathing into your ear making you shiver. “do you let other professor’s tutor you like this? or am i just the exception?” he inquires, already knowing the answer.

you stumble through your words as he starts to run his fingers over your clothed slit, feeling the dampness form more on the fabric. you shuddered as you shook your head, gripping the sides of the chair. he tuts as he puts a little smack onto your swollen clit. he watches as you breathe through your nose, feeling the anticipation grow throughout your body as he continued to leave little light smacks onto your clit -- your body jerking with each smack

you could feel another gush of arousal flow through you, soaking the fabri even more and making a little sticky sound as he teasingly goes to finger your hole through your underwear.

“so this is all for me? no one else?” you nodded, whining more against the tie as your chest rises quicker at the feeling of the tip of his middle finger prods your slick hole.

“good girl.” he purrs softly before he nips your earlobe again and pushes you forward -- catching yourself on the edge of his desk again.

he unzips his slacks, taking his hard cock out through the hole in his boxers and spits in his hand to pump his cock a few times. you can feel as he slaps the tip of his cock on your ass, pre cum smearing into the fabric. you whine again, rocking your hips against him.

“so eager to get a good grade, aren’t you?” you nod, desperate at this point. you didn’t know what he was going to do, but either way you needed him to fill you up.

he thumbs the center of your soaked underwear to the side, before sliding his cock in between the wet fabric and your dripping cunt.

“fuck, baby. this pussy is soaked, isn’t she?” your arousal soaked his entire length instantly, and both of you let out a satisfied groan as you felt his cock slide into your wet underwear and heat. he groaned as he could feel your clit throb against him, as he let go of your underwear and letting it snap back into place. he brings you back onto his lap, tugging on the ends of the tie to make your head snap back against his shoulder as he rocks his hips up against you -- his fat cock sliding easily against your soaked underwear and cunt. you wanted nothing more for him to push his fat tip past your hole -- but you knew he wouldn't do that.

“tell you what, sweetheart.” he grips your hip with his metal hand to keep you steady, his flesh hand letting go of the ends of the tie and wrapping loosely around the front of your throat. “i’ll let you grind into me like this until the tip of my fat dick catches your slutty hole.” he groans gently as he feels your heart beat pick up at the proposition. he hadnt even told you all of it yet.

your fingers dig into the wooden chair arms as you continue to grind yourself into him, soaking him entirely. your clit throbbed furiously, your nipples ached and your core was heavy. you needed release but you weren't sure if he was going to give it to you.

“if that happens,” he continues, slowing his pace and letting you grind again, groaning as he easily slides in between your wet folds. “i’ll give you all of my cock, okay?” you whimper as you nod, wanting nothing more than to be sat on his cock. and you felt like that was going to happen with the rate your hips picked up the pace, shorter huffs of breaths through your nose as you concentrated.

“atta girl,” he coos, turning his head to press his lips against your neck as you feel the tip of his cock nudge against your swollen clit, a muffle moan escaping your lips. his cock throbbed as you pulled your hips forward. at that moment, just the tip of his cock nudged into your hole before sliding easily past it.

“fuck…” you were close, wanting his cock so fucking bad that you let go of the chair handles and leaned forward -- grabbing the edge of his desk and fucking your cunt over the lenght of his cock more.

he watches you with wide, darkened eyes as you move, making eye contact as you desperately catch the tip of his cock on your hole.

“thats it…” he encourages as you catch the tip of his cock again before hes grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto his cock with a moan. “takin’ my cock like a good girl i knew you were.” you let out a muffled moan as you feel his stretch around you, his cock throbbing inside of you and the tip snug so deep into your gut you could feel tears prick your eyes.

“you look pretty like this…” he muses, lifting your shirt up higher to expose your back and that arch you did as soon as he sat you on his cock. your hips were grabbable, big. he fucking loved that.

he kept your shirt bunched at the top of your back with his flesh hand before his metal one comes to ground you on his dick before you start moving your own hips up and down on him.

your fingers grip against the desk as he meets your thrusts, watching as his cock gets swallowed right into your pussy, slipping back out with slick covering his length.

“takin’ your professor’s cock so fuckin’ good, you know that doll?” you moan again against the tie, the smell of his cologne hitting you again like a ton of bricks as he lets go of your shirt and grips your hips with both hands

he starts his pace quicker, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again. you clench around him and you swore you felt him throb inside of you. his finger nails dig into your skin to leave marks this time. you want to take the tie off and moan his name, let him hear your whimpers and whines that are being made just for him.

he stands up with his cock still buried deep inside of you before hes fucking you over his desk, papers flying off the surface and sprawled over the floor, pencils knocking against each other and the metal sound of his belt buckle slapping against your thighs.

he smooths his hands over your ass before he spreads your cheeks and pulls your underwear aside to really watch his cock disappear inside of you.

“fuck…she keeps suckin’ her professor in, baby.” he comments as he watches you smush your cheek against his desk, eyes locked on yours as whimpers and mons muffle themselves against his tie. you could feel your orgasm come on with each thrusting of his hips and his metal hand coming to stuff itself down the front of your underwear and press against your swollen clit.

you clench in response, your thighs clenching as you feel him deep inside of you, the messy sound of his cock fucking into you -- you were so thankful for his stupid fucking tie.

“gonna cum, doll? can feel her squeezing me, know you need it…” he growls against the back of your head when he leans forward and against you -- the buttons from his dress shirt rubbing against your spine.

he reaches for the tie in your mouth with his free hand and grips the base of your throat to make you look at him best you could without straining your neck.

“let me hear you, doll. wanna hear you cum around your professor’s cock like a good little student, you hear me?” your mouth falls open as you let out a moan, his fingers playing your clit perfectly as his cock fucks into you and his hand around your throat tightens just enough to get your brain fuzzy as you cum hard around his cock.

“there we go, good girl. give it to me, soak my fuckin’ cock.” he wants all of it, wants you to make the biggest mess all over his over and over and over again. you start babbling sentences, mostly ‘thank you, thank you’ as youre screwing your eyes shut. your cunt clenches around him again as his hips speed up chasing his own release

“fuck, james…” you groan out as you squeezehim again, feeling another one come on.

“you gonna cum again, baby? fuck--” he moans as he feels your thighs tense again, your clit throbbing under his thumb as you squirt into your underwear, cheeks flushed with embarrassment of how fuckin gone you are.

“shit.” he notices you squirt, biting your shoulder harshly as he feels his cock twitch, pace faltering as he catches his release and pulls out just in time to cum in your underwear -- making an even bigger mess than before.

“fuck…god baby…” he groans as he moves his hips slower, body shivering as he rides his high and takes his hand from your clit to suck his finger clean. he groans as he tastes you on his tongue, needing more. but he knew it was almost time for faculty to be going home and he didnt want either one of you to get chewed out

“you did so fuckin’ good for me.” he praises as he pulls his cock from your soiled underwear, your body shivering as you feel his cum stick to your inner thighs and making a mess of your pussy.

he leaned up again as he smacks your ass gently, admiring the way you look bent over his desk. he pulls back up your bike shorts and you groan as you feel his and your mess press harder against your core.

he kisses down your spine before pulling down your shirt again and pulling you up and turning you around. he pulls you back into his chest and sits down in his chair curled up on his lap. this is the best aftercare he can offer you right now, which kills him. he knows you don't mind too much, but there are some times where he just wants to cuddle with you for hours afterwards.

“you still mad at me for being late?” you feel his chest rumble under your face as you smush against him, playing with one of the dress buttons on his shirt. he rubs your exposed arm with his hand before peppering a kiss on the top of your head.

“of course not, doll.” you sigh softly at the validation, looking up at him.

“thank you for this lesson , professor barnes. i think i learned this time…” you trail off, watching as he smirks, pecking a soft kiss to your lips.

“anything for you, my star student. have to make sure you pass.”