#₊˚. ☆ yours truly 💌:

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i won’t even lie, i’d be the office 🐱 idc. reid, hotch, and morgan could take alllllll of that stress out on me idccccc

-🐯

MDNI; reader’s outfit is referred to as “distracting” | no morgan included cause i don’t wanna fuck him oops | reader can be fucked against a wall

hotch comes in fuming. locks eyes with you and all it takes is him yanking at his tie and a nod towards the room where it always happens.

or, spencer’s irritated and frustrated cause he can’t figure the case out. wracking his brain for any piece of knowledge that could help him. he’s tired and aggravated, and as he leans back in his chair, taking in the office, there you are. pants tight enough to distract even wonder boy, and shirt clinging to your gracious body.

hotch beckons you into a back room, somewhere far away from the blood and carnage that has driven him into your arms, in between your legs and inside you while you sit on a forgotten desk, spread for him to fuel his frustration into something. something good.

you cry and you whine and you sob, and it hurts but it feels just how you need it to, hotch gives it to you just how you like it. the sounds you give him are confused, don’t know whether they want to be sobs of pain or cries of pleasure and at this point, who gives a damn.

you use his first name, unusual and reserved, choking out “aa-” and just barely reaching the rest because he’s reached that spot inside you, and if he can’t solve the case, then he damn sure can make you feel good and make himself feel good too.

spencer’s an office fuck. he needs you on top of him, thighs wet and braced on either side of his legs, chair backed up against the wall so it doesn’t buckle under the force of you and spencer’s ruts and grinds and fucks.

you fuck the frustration out of him, have him choked up and slipping on his words like only you can. head thrown back with you speaking praises and promises in his ear, he’s grateful to have you around whenever he needs to blow off some steam. or, when he needs you to blow it off for him.

he’s cried, let his anger roll down his red face and drop down onto his button-up. other times, when he feels like everyone has everything together except him, he handles you differently.

still frustrated, he’s got you pinned against the wall before you can speak his name. he’s desperate and upset, and he fucks like it. ruts into you and screws you like he’s not the skinniest guy you’ve ever seen.

“stress relief” is what they call you. they’ve got too much love and admiration for you to call you anything else.

[mcondance]

office pussy!reader asking hotch to come over and help build some new furniture only to get fucked on said new furniture ??

-🐯

MDNI 18+ not much expansion on my Thing abt him being a Man cause i have plans that i cannot share with you all at this time | reader is shorter than hotch

it’s not like it’s out of the question. you and hotch in a space together, you in a little pair of shorts and a little tee, him in his second uniform as you call it, a red polo and some cargos.

fucking isn’t out of the question when you’re alone with him. it doesn’t always happen. but there’s the times it does.

you’d asked him earlier if he could swing by after work to put a little vanity together, telling him that you could, but you know he’d get it done much faster.

his hands work diligently, eyes flitting between the pieces in his hand and the instructions on the floor.

and he looks. . god he looks good. he’s doing this for you, stationed on the ottoman at the end of you bed, focused, eyebrows furrowed, muscles tightening and loosening as he works. you bring him juice and snacks, flirting just a little as you feed them to him with a knowing little glint in your eyes.

he knows what you’re doing. but he’s as much of a worker as he is a player. he’s got to work now.

and as he places the finishing touches on the vanity and places it where you ask, he can play now.

play.

his hands find your waist between that little shirt and shorts, lips moving against yours like he’s hungry for you. he’s always hungry for you.

your arms are thrown over his shoulders and it’s limbo for a second, filthy kisses taken and given in the middle of your bedroom until he’s walking you back toward the vanity, leaning back against it and opening his legs so you can fit between them.

here, he cups your face in his big hands, devouring you. you grip at his shirt, pulling him to you until he’s walking you, and you’re placed against the vanity now.

clothes don’t mean a thing, his pants unbuttoned and your shorts simply pulled to the side.

the vanity shakes and bumps, banged into the wall by his lewd thrusts, pushes so good your legs clasp behind his back, arms throw over his shoulders and tense up, mouth falls open with cries and sobs. he’s fucking you in every sense of the word, driving into you so beautiful and sweet your body aches, all fuzzy around the edges.

he groans and hums, his chest vibrating against yours. strong arms hold you, make his moves that much better. cries and sobs spill out of your mouth, all you can give him with how he’s screwing you against the furniture he’d just built.

after, with his polo all wrinkled and your face sticky with tears, you tell him thank you, since you’d only gotten to tell him the vanity looks good before you jumped each other’s bones. he hums in you’re welcome, a knowing little laugh trailing behind.

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maannnn i love a good/shy girl and bad boy trope but that could just be my corruption kink talking…like you can’t tell me fontaine wouldn’t be absolutely obsessed

fontaine would be absolutely obsessed.

he first spots you hanging around with yo-yo, this after they all moved down to memphis, and he’s hooked. you heard about what they did back in the glen and though you’re amazed, you’re also kinda scared cause. . this nigga used to be a drug dealer and he still got them aggressive nigga tendencies 😭😭

so one day bout a week or two after he sees you he tells yo-yo and charles that he wanna get to know you. yo-yo’s face immediately scrunches up.

“her? nah, taine.”

“what you mean nah?”

“she kinda. . you kinda rough around the edges, nigga. you might scare her. she come from a good family. ion want her involved in our shit.” yo-yo laughs, shrugging fontaine’s interest in you off. she thinks her words will turn fontaine off.

but charles smiles from across the room at fontaine as yo-yo goes back to studying, cause slick knows fontaine ain’t giving up.

and he doesn’t. yo-yo should have known better than to invite you over and then not be there when you get to the house. when charles sees you outside he disappears into his room, tells fontaine “taine! that girl you was presssin’ yo-yo bout out there!”

fontaine immediately sets his blunt down and checks his face in the mirror, fixes his chain so it hangs just right and makes his way to the living room to open the door and welcome you in.

“yo-yo ain’ here right now,” he calls over his shoulder, and you peep the gold grills sittin' pretty between his even prettier lips. he plops down on the couch, spreads his legs in a way that has you wondering just when yo-yo was gon tell you about her fine ass friend.

“that’s fine. i’ll jus’ wait out here.”

“aight. you smoke?”

“yeah.”

“stay right here.”

you watch him walk away, watch his thighs in his lil hoochie daddy shorts, watch his walk that draws you in just a little more than already are, watch him gaze back at you one more time before he disappears into his room, something you definitely did not hallucinate.

tearing your eyes away from the space that he occupied before he made his way into his room, you sink back into the couch and take a breath. you cannot be doing this shit. that’s yo-yo’s homeboy. her fine ass, pretty ass homeboy, who offered you a blunt within 30 seconds of knowing you, who’s dick is definitely big, who yo-yo will just have to understand that you want, who’s coming back out of his room with the blunt and handing it to you to puff first.

fontaine sits closer this time, and chills settle all over your body. even with the weed spreading through you, you’re still a little nervous. shy, even, cause you can feel his eyes roaming your body, glued to the exposed skin of your thighs and the gloss on your lips, your hair and your bracelets— you can feel his eyes on you.

“how long you known yo-yo?” fontaine speaks first, passing you the blunt back.

“‘bout a week after y’all came down here. we met a’work.”

“mhm. you seen what we did?”

“yeah. shit was cool as fuck. y’all doin’ that here?”

“maybe. we think we found som’thin like back in the glen. we’on’t know yet.”

“yo-yo told me how y’all saved her, she said you was ready to fuck them up when she got snatched.” you laugh, eyes damn-near big red hearts as you gaze with heavy eyes at fontaine.

“i was. i care ‘bout her,” he shrugs, handing the blunt back to you.

“‘s sweet.” your tongue is heavy now, and fontaine’s a little close, and you know you shouldn’t want to kiss a man like fontaine but you really do want to.

shit.

the blunt’s halfway between your hand and fontaine’s when yo-yo busts through the door yelling “fontaine, nigga i swear to god you better not be in here tryna seduce my girl.” her eyes settle on you, and fontaine, and the blunt, and the smoke in the air and— “goddamnit motherfucker, i told you leave her alone.”

“ian doin’ shit yo-yo. jus’ talking.” he smiles snarkily, golds sparkling, cause everybody in the damn house knows he’s not just talking.

“she right fontaine,” you speak up, though in the front of your mind you wanna give him a chance. but he’s. . different. and you’re nervous. you don’t know if you can fit in with him.

fontaine’s silent. two sets of eyes fall on him.

“‘s whatever.” fontaine gets up, says goodbye and then he’s disappearing into his room.

“you knew fontaine wanted me?”

“yeah. but, you know, that’s fontaine. and you’re you. ion know if you can keep up with him.”

you leave it at that. it’s whatever.

xxx

. . well, it’s not whatever. cause why the fuck is fontaine’s mint green pontiac pulling up beside you on your walk home from work.

“what a gentleman,” you joke.

“had to make up for stormin’ off las’ week. i got you some shit.”

“you’on have to make nothin’ up. yo-yo right. we different.”

“and what that mean? that we can’t get to know each other?”

“gon’ on fontaine. you know what yo-yo said.”

“fuck what yo-yo said.”

you’re silent. thinking. contemplating. do you really wanna fuck with this nigga? you don’t know.

“whatever.” you scoff, though you don’t speed up and you don’t want him to drive off.

“jus’ lemme take you home.” you raise your eyebrows and tilt your head at the implications of his words. “your home.” he clarifies, and all it takes is a sigh and a “home. and that’s it.” from you and he’s hopping out of his car opening the door for you.

the ride to your house is fun. between fontaine’s goated ass playlist and the not-so-small talk y’all make, it’s a dream. fontaine’s not that bad at all. he’s a big-ass softie, but he will fuck someone up if they fuck with something he love.

and you’re not that shy when you’re comfortable, not all nervous when you don’t feel you have a reason to be.

when fontaine drops you off at your house, the air in his car hangs heavy with the unanswered question.

“lemme think about it ‘taine.” you speak before he does.

“okay. i think you cool for real. hope you gimme a chance.” he grabs the bag of snacks he bought you and hops out of the car and walks around the front, opens the door for you and walks you to your front door.

“thank you for the ride fontaine,” you smile at him. you don’t know why, but you grip his face and lean forward, and he’s meeting you in the middle and shit, you’re kissing him and he’s kissing you and your bags of snacks is on the ground, and fuck what yo-yo says cause goddamn his lips feel good on yours.

you both pull away. it’s quiet.

“imma take that as a yes.”

xxx

“thought you was shy.”

you wish you could hit this nigga in his mouth, but you’re currently between his legs with his dick down your throat, swallowing and gagging and looking up at him with teary eyes, your makeup running down your face.

“you ain’t fuckin’ shy. you nasty.”

you are. you’re nasty when you let him cum down your throat, and you’re nasty when you grind on his face, huffing out breathless laughs at the way he eats you out like he needs your taste to fucking breathe.

“taste so fuckin’ good, got a nigga goin’ crazy.”

you’re nasty when you turn around and prop yourself up on your hands and knees, slurring fontaine’s name while he digs so deep in your guts you see fucking stars.

“tried to hold out on me, give me all that shy shit, but you fuckin’ me like this now. i wan’t even tryna hear allat.”

and you are fucking him, good at that.

“knew from the second i seen yo ass. .” he trails off, too focused on watching where you hold yourself on display for his hungry eyes, on where he disappears into you, on the white ring that appears on his dick every time he pulls out just to sink right back in. you don’t speak, too caught up in how good he feels and how he makes you feel secure enough to take what you want.

and you are nasty. it’s only been a week since he drove you home.

xxx

y’all don’t tell yo-yo nor charles, but when yo-yo gets home and you and fontaine are a draped over each other on the couch and charles just smiles when she asks if anything happened, she knows. ain’t shit she can do, though, but shoot fontaine a death stare, one that tells him not to fuck you up. he nods, and she can tell he’s sincere.

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Can we get disgusting Stu who cant keep his hands off of reader. Hes so obsessed with her body 😩

YOOOOUU GET IT

stu’s so fucking handsy. maybe it’s his disregard for boundaries, maybe it’s his little wires and buttons all crossed and fucked, or maybe it’s you, all soft brown skin and gleaming eyes, and his eyes can’t help but linger over your whole being.

his hands can’t help it either. yeah, he likes the basic things, a handful of ass and tits gets him going in the typical stu way. but, a hand in your hair, or smoothing over your bottom lip, a hand wrapped around your wrist or rubbing hot circles into your calf is what really has his mind popping like fireworks, the feel of you under his grimy little fingers makes him feel a world of pleasure.

familiar is what his hands are, rubbing up your hips in the kitchen, a finger trailing down your neck in the bathroom while you attempt to get ready for the day.

he’s even on his shit when with friends. sitting in front of billy’s boxy tv, he’s pulling you into his side, hands roaming your skin until sid has to turn around and tell him to knock it off, cause “no one wants to hear that, stu.” but it’s not his fault he hums in satisfaction at how his fingers glide over your body. not your fault you can’t suppress the giggles that bubble up in you at his handsy little touches.

it’s about owning you. the unbelievable reality that you are his, and you like his hands on you, and you enjoy being felt up by stu fucking macher. you’re like a delicate piece of glass in his hands, one stu’s shocked he even got the chance to hold. so he touches you, and he touches you some more.

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i bet canada that hobie has a name for his dick

he definitely does but he doesn’t use it in serious situations. it’s something fucking stupid.

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Stu enjoys making you disgusted. He finds amusement in seeing your face scrunch up, and how you tell him how gross he is. He does things like kisses the gum out of your mouth, pulls your lollipop out of your mouth and sucks on it, or licks your face instead of kissing your cheek.

kisses the gum out of your mouth

he so fucking does. one, he likes the flavor after it’s been mixed with your spit. and two, he likes being a little fucking freak. he’s dog-trained you, and it’s like he can smell the gum from wherever he is in the house. the freak almost saunters towards you when he catches you with it, “come ‘ere,” he says, and he’s leaning down with a hand on your cheek to press his lips against yours. you already know what’s coming. his tongue is down your throat before you can even clock it and he’s moving the gum around in your mouth, moaning all extra and disgusting. he yanks you to him with the hand on your chin and sucks the fruity-flavored gum out of your mouth, bubbling spit into yours before he pulls away. eyes glazed over, mouth slick and shiny from his and your spit, you watch as he chews the gum for show, his blues bright with elation. “you want it back?” he smiles, almost snickering at your face, and how you’re on cloud fucking 9. you don’t respond.

(and, sometimes, he spits it back at you and likes when you throw it at him in retaliation.)

pulls the lollipop out of your mouth and sucks on it

he does that shit out with friends. like he doesn’t care. you’ve even started getting ones you both like cause you know it’s gonna end up in both his and your mouth before it’s gone. he turns it all intimate sometimes, gets all close to your face and whispers “lemme have it,” motions towards your mouth with his face and smiles when you offer it to him.

or, he just takes it. looks down at you while you’re sitting on the couch next to him and realizes you’ve got a sucker, reaches for it with his opposite arm and plucks it right out of your mouth. gets his taste and passes it back to you.

“you’re fucking gross, you know that?”

“mhm. say it again. i like it.”

licks your face instead of kissing your cheek

he doesn’t do this a lot cause he likes catching you by surprise. he does kiss you a lot because he’s a little obsessed freak ass lover boy who shows his affection through attaching himself to his lover and being a little violent :P anyway! you think he’s coming in for a little cheek kiss, and most of the time, he is, but then you feel his tongue grace your cheek and it’s disgusting and so fucking good all at the same time.

anon. you’re just. yeah. stu’s fucking disgusting and nasty and he’s a freak but stu fuckers are also freaks so. he’d love it. he loves how you let him use you to calm his urges, how you think he’s gross and beautiful, how you think he’s beautiful because he’s gross, how you’re a little off to compliment his psychotic needs. part of you is freaked out and the other is turned on, and maybe those parts are just one big ass piece. who knows. (you both know.)

[mcondance]

I love our man 🥰 I just know he gives the nastiest kisses too when his hand is on your neck -👹

well yes!

fontaine’s got a pretty grip on your throat, big hand squeezing gently as he watches how you react.

he’s soft with it, big brown eyes ever vigilant as he rocks into you, buried inside you so deep your toes curl with it. his fingers kiss the skin of your neck, with a gentle pressure that has you feeling just a little buzzed. just a little.

“that how you want it?” he murmurs against your parted lips, his length filling you and his hand pressing just a little tighter at his question. he returns back to his old pressure as you nod, smiling at your confirmation and the weak whine that leaks from you. legs splayed out around him, you’re fully bared to his gentle pleasure.

he moves slowly, consistent and smooth, humming in tune with your blatant loss in pleasure. lips just centimeters from yours, he closes the gap, enveloping you in a kiss that has you more out of breath than you already were. he swallows your sounds, your whines and squeaks and “shit, shit” and every single word and noise of ecstasy that escapes you.

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the way u write stu is so accurate like YES he is a little freak !!!! he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him. loves to play with ur hair and then tug on a curl just to piss u off, or he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip. he’s the type of boyfriend to keep his hand in ur back pocket whenever ur walking around together and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears. i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week. he def leaves the biggest hickies that are a pain in the ass to cover up and he gets so pouty when u put makeup over them but it just fuels him to make them bigger and darker >:( he’s just a little sicko but he’s my little sicko so it’s fine <3

(also can i be 🧋 anon plz :p)

loved this msg. (reader is Black coded so if some of this doesn’t apply to y’all erm its in the rules so just… make do)

“he’s so weird and gross and mean enough to make u cry a lil bit but not mean enough to make u hate him”

yeah fucking definitely. he’s mean!! you hate him!! but then he shows his affection for you in his own freaky little way and it’s all alright…. until the next time.

“he’ll pretend to go in for a sweet kiss then bite ur lip so hard that his two front teeth are imprinted on your bottom lip.”

“gimme kiss,” he demands childishly, leaning in before he even gets the words out all the way. you never know what to expect, it’s a tie between him sticking his tongue down your throat, biting the hell out of your lip, or a simple peck.

you get your answer when you brave the unknown and lean in toward him.

“fuck!” you spit, hand flying up to your lip and eyes narrowing at the (unfortunately) beautiful psycho who’s smiling at you with that stupid, familiar glint in his eyes.

“and will unabashedly whisper dirty things in ur ear when ur hanging out with ur mutual friends and doesn’t give a fuuuuuuck if anyone else hears.”

he doesn’t even make any excuses. he doesn’t tell you that he can’t help it or you’re too pretty to resist. he lets you know that he’s doing this because you’re fucking enticing, he doesn’t care about what anyone else may happen to hear, and because he can.

with your head in his lap, he whispers “i really wanna fuck you right now.” you haven’t done anything particularly erotic, maybe it’s your face, maybe your legs look pretty in the little shorts you have on, whatever.

“you haven’t got more grace than that, stu?” billy questions.

“no. i don’t.” stu deadpans. you giggle, looking over at billy and sidney before bringing your eyes back to your boyfriend, and he’s already smiling down at you. “so?”

“maybe.”

“i feel like he’s also obsessed with hickies and marks u leave during sex. he will straight up beg u to scratch his back hard enough for it to bleed a bit and leave angry red streaks that don’t go away for at least a week.”

he is! he’s a switch through and through but even aside from that, love and affection shown in physical and altering ways is something he needs. he needs to be able to spend minutes in front of his mirror eating up the marks and dark blue hickies you left on his neck in one of your needy little fits when he had you grinding crazy on his dick. he needs to see the bruises you left with your fingers cause he’s good with his dick and you could only take it cause it was too good, and you had his arm to release your pleasure on.

he also needs to spot hickies and marks on you when you show him a polaroid you took with sidney earlier. he needs to see you around campus and find the dark mark on your neck that he’d sucked into your skin just last night. the fucker works extra hard to make sure the marks show against your skin, thorough and crazed with his obsession with the visual reminders.

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do you think hobie would be like “why you runnin?” or js “shut up & take it” i need your input

well yes see erm hobiekins is a why are you runnin type guy 😋

like maybe in missionary you’re whining and bucking your hips cause he just hit that spot and you think you’re gonna die! but ofc hobie not having that so he does that thing where he lifts your hips up so you have to take it and he’s like “don’t run, you got it, promise” and helps you relax and take him 😋 and when you finally stop running he praises you all like “yeah, that’s my girl” and “see how good that feels when you take it f’me? feels so fuckin’ good doesn’t it? i know it does.”

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do u think spencer is more of a praise or degradation guy? also do you think he talks you through it? i know what i think but i’m curious about your thoughts on it

also, same questions but for hotch

-🐯

spencer engages in degradation but not the typical stuff you think of when you think degrading. he’s obviously gonna end up with someone smart, and the fun is that you get all dumb when he’s got his hand between your legs or he’s got you pressed to your bed.

he’s all “where’s my smart girl? hm?” and “i know you have more to say for me” and “can you tell me how you feel? think really hard for me, baby.”

he uses the first one when you were being a little too stubborn to let him have you easily. maybe you mouthed off at him or started speaking all smart when all he wanted was to have his hand down your pants, and of course he’s got to get you back for it, yk?

so i guess you could call it more condescension than degrading. he gets off on being the one with the better functioning brain at the moment. he knows you’re smart as hell and it gets him going to see your usually quick mouth stumble and stutter while you get all tight around him.

and yes. he does talk you through it. he talks thru your moans; he’s the “i know, i know” type, the type to “sympathize” with you while he’s doing nothing to ease up the burning pleasure inside you.

hotch… idk, really. his character is proving to be a little harder for me to really get a grip on and find his voice. he’s def not doing the typical degrading and he’s also not being condescending like spencer. he’s teasing and admiring.

“you like it like this” and “so filthy” and things like that. his “degrading” is always held up by the fact that he loves what you’re letting him do to you. he’s having as much fun letting you cum all on his thigh as you are doing it.

hotch def talks you thru it! he talks through your moans and whines and he’s the rambler type. going off at the mouth about how good you feel and how wet you are, how beautiful you look under him.

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BRO IMAGINE EDGING FONTAINE ( I need to go to bed i’m criminally horny just thinking about this shit) -👹

go to hell

fuck i posted something abt this a minute ago but i’m such a “fontaine loud ass bitch” enthusiast like he’s so LOUD.

at first he takes it, seething quietly when you pull your hand off of him, kissing his thighs to calm him down.

then, he gets a little antsy, maybe the 3rd or 4th time, cause all he wants to do is cum, all he wants to do is bust all over you and himself. that’s when he starts bargaining.

long drawn out moans and he’s tryna calm down— “you gon le’me cum? or i gotta beg?”. . and he’s so outta breathe, sucking in air and sinking his nails into whatever he can reach while you steal climax after climax from him. “fuck, why you do me like this? hm?” he questions, falling into more and more pieces, while you edge him 5 and 6 times, wrapping a rough hand around his balls.

he’s at his breaking point, now, and he’s locking his eyes with yours and simply saying “please, baby”, his voice deep and raspy and needy.

he can feel it building up again. and it’s surging under his skin so hot that he knows he’s gonna bust hard so he’s grunting with gritted teeth, golds dancing in the light, jerking his hips up into your hand while he prays to whoever’s listening, “lemme cum, baby, swea’ i’ll cum good fo’ you.”

you smile. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he’s so, so close. “please.” he slurs, throwing his head back against the headboard, eyes rolling back.

“you promise?”

his eyes snap back to yours, and he’s hissing from another wave of pleasure before he answers you. “promise, baby, fuckin’ promise.” he’s right there, you just have to say the word.

with a smile that has his thighs tensing up with the need to cum and cum now, you finally let him go. “you can cum, fontaine.” and the way you say his name makes it all the more mind-shattering when he cums, ragged breathes leaving his heaving chest, mouth hanging slack while you keep twisting your hand on his dick. he hears you giggle from the place you’ve sent him and that makes it last longer, your pretty voice finding him and driving him crazy. you watch with wild eyes as his cum oozes down his dick, thick and creamy, and his eyes meet yours and he’s jerking his hips up into your hand at the sight, grunting deep and low again.

after, when he’s brought back down by your soft kisses on his stomach and thighs, he’s smiling and pulling you up to him to kiss you and whisper “shit get better every time.” and you nod knowingly before kissing him again.

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i got this biblical need for carmen to cum inside and mumble ‘sorry, didn’t—didn’t mean to baby, oh fuck, ‘m sorry, can i—? again? make it good f’you too promise jus’ lemme—’ already addicted to the feel and the look and that sense of stupid pride in his chest, his pleas turning into ‘take it, take it, nuh-uh, don’t run from me, you can take it, doin’ s’good baby, so fuckin’ pretty’

oh yeah carmy harder

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backwards cap hayden fucks in the bathroom during parties. oh, you were invited and you dragged him along with you? your stomach’ll be pushed against the cold sink within twenty minutes.

he doesn’t wanna be there and you both know it, everyone’s trynna talk to him bc he’s literally the up and coming hayden christensen. it’s not like he gives two shits abt the people there anyway. he pretends to, but once there’s a free bathroom you two are in it.

what is it finna play?? WOAHH

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This is so nasty so be warned but

hobies cum is probably sooo thick. Doesn’t jerk off as often since he always on the go, but when he does get the chance to finally let go, it’s almost too much. He’s groaning and his legs are jerking with every tug to his dick. When he cums it’s hot and comes out in thick globs that side down the length of him. His cock is twitching without him even touching it n his pubes + happy trail r soaked in it. He huffs and let’s out a quick “shit” because he just KNOWS the clean up is going to be irritating

bcos boys can be squirters or creamers too so this is hobie creamer propaganda

creamer hobie…. guys i’m going crazy….. i have… smth to say…. but imma save it….

[mcondance]

richie clan here bro definitely does make you spread yourself out just to watch himself disappear inside

and when it’s a little silly you both say shit like ‘no no just the tip lol nothing else that’s it’ and it ends up being embarrassingly hot and he ends up jerking himself off with him barely inside you, cum ending up mostly on you before you guys ‘actually’ fuck oh my god someone take my phone away

come here lemme teach you.

not them doing just the tip on purpose 💀💀 i can imagine it being a silly stupid little thing and at first it is kinda silly but then he’s lifting your leg up with his hand slotted behind your knee and it starts feeling a little too good, and suddenly the air’s shifting and you’re forehead to forehead and still he’s rocking just the head of his cock in and out and in and out until he’s rambling in your ear about how you’re gonna make him cum and he’s not even fully inside of you. which he does. cums all over your pussy and laughs at how ridiculous you two were being and how fucking hot that was.

[mcondance]

- fontaine making you hold your legs back while he’s fucking you and if you let go he stops

- he has a habit of spitting on your clit during missionary

- fontaine getting you jewelry with his initial on it just so ppl know who you’re with. he also likes watching the necklace bounce while you’re riding him

- fontaine being careful not to pull your hair too hard if you just got it done

- fontaine is tender headed

- that being said he likes you pulling his hair when he eats you out

- he also likes scalp massages/ having his hair oiled. bonus points if you wash and condition it for him

- fontaine eating you out from behind and making you hold yourself open

- he also likes when you take control bc it makes him feel wanted

- fontaine laughs at you when you get so cock drunk that you can’t speak. he thinks its cute

- he likes having a passenger princess. he’ll take you with him to do deliveries or just to run errands and shit and if you’re good he’ll finger you while he drives

- I wanna suck on his balls. I feel like he’d shed a tear from how good it feels

-👹

hot

hot

HOTTT.

SEXY.

mhm

MHM.

mhm.

WHAT IS IT FINNA PLAY

so sweet and cute he feels so good

WELL

“and if you’re good he’ll finger you while he drives” okay

RESL RESLSLSKDKELELSLS he’s a cryer btw like he sheds tears over ts