#Cotton Award

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Pauline Trigère - Trigère

Pauline Trigère - Trigère #PaulineTrigère #Trigère #maisontrigère #creatoredistile #perfettamentechic

Pauline Trigère, è stata una couturière franco-americana fondatrice del brand Trigère. Gli stili pluripremiata Pauline Trigère raggiunsero l’apice della popolarità negli Stati Uniti negli anni ’50 e ’60. Riconosciuta all’inizio della sua carriera come innovatrice del taglio e della costruzione, Trigère ha portato alle donne di tutte le età di tutto il mondo novità come la tuta, il cappotto senza…

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Cotton Candy by kesha(technically from helluvaboss?) has me fricking shackled

the title says it all-

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A young woman living out of her car due to the housing crisis in Australia, by Brisbane photographer Dane Beesley.

Photograph: Dane Beesley

Olive Cotton Awards 

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$20,000 photographic art award entries now open

Entries are now open for the prestigious Olive Cotton Award for photographic portraiture, held biennially at the Tweed Regional Gallery.

Olive Cotton Award for photographic portraiture open for entries Entries are now open for the prestigious Olive Cotton Award for photographic portraiture, held biennially at the Tweed Regional Gallery. The 2021 Olive Cotton Award Highly Commended – Rusty Crawshaw, The Dengs 2021, Pigment print 100cm x 150cm. Entries are welcomed from photographers resident in Australia, with both professional…

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love sick! eddie x fem reader

eddie comes to your house in the middle of a rainstorm begging for something you can’t give him

hurt no comfort, reader is kinda a fuck girl in this situation, eddie is sweet, smut 18+ only mdni

Rain pattered loud against the windows, thunder clapped and rumbled in before the lightning rode behind and brightened the midnight sky. His hair was sopping wet, dark waves drenched to silky ropes. You didn’t know how long he was knocking before the repetitive noise had woken you. 

He was soaked.

Soggy Reeboks squished against the doormat as he chattered his teeth unwillingly through the threshold of your front door. 

Water pooled around his feet as you counted the slow drops of rain falling  from his fingertips onto the carpet. A steady rhythm— anything to keep your eyes from seeing the hurt etched into his face. 

A fling was all this was supposed to be. Nothing serious.   No feelings. You kept your side of the bargain but Eddie fell for you before he could stop himself. He thought if he kept his feelings hidden you wouldn’t catch onto them, or maybe he silently hoped you also had feelings for him. 

It wasn’t until he noticed your car parked outside of Steve Harrington’s house, on the way to work one morning. Dew slicking your windows, that he realized you had been there since night, having spent the evening tucked into a king bed with Steve, of all people.  

He ignored his aching heart, shook away the hurt. The smile he put on when you stopped by his work to have a quickie in the bathroom, was practically believable, award winning.

Your car showed up in other driveways, and he wondered if you’d always been there— under his nose, or if this was new for you. 

Eddie wanted you all to himself. But that was not part of what this was. Months went by and he never once turned down your midnight calls. He ignored hickies that weren’t from him, earrings with initials that weren’t his or yours. He wouldn’t dare lose you because he couldn’t handle how he felt. But one night he messed up.

The night was like any other, he was buried inside of you, as you rode him in the tub. Soapy water was splashed all over the floor, his tattoos looked alive beneath the shimmery smears of body wash. As your tits bounced in his face, your fingers were curled tight at the back of his neck, wringing the wet from his curls. 

And it slipped.

You felt so good, your perfect body full in his hands, delicious curves and smooth skin he could never get enough. He’d never forget the tangy lick of cherry on your lips, the way your eyes closed as you came. 

Three words fell like a prayer from his lips, a spewed string of murmurs that stung his eyes from relief, finally letting it out. And as he came you stopped cold. 

And that was it. 

It had been a month. Arguably the worst month of Eddie Munson’s life. 

A month spent drunk and high, only to find out that the demons couldn’t be deceived. The reality of you telling him it was over hit him over and over again. Your face, the tears you wouldn’t allow yourself to fall, blinded his dreams, tortured his sober hours. He was a wreck. 

Arms crossed tight, socked toes working into the carpet you haven’t stopped staring at the water running from his rings. 

“Eddie… what are you doing in the rain?” 

He couldn’t tell you that he walked here from The Hideout. That he just needed to see your face. 

“Are you drunk?” You reach for the keys on the little hook shelf he had put up for you after it sat in a plastic bag on your table for weeks. He teased you about knowing your way around a screw driver, put the wall stud meter on himself and told you it was broken when it didn’t beep.

He didn’t say anything and you sighed clutching the keys in your palm and reaching for a jacket, “c’mon, let me drive you home.” 

He held your arm before it could grip the cotton of your jacket, bringing it down to your side. 

“Please..” he begged, a cold hand moved to your cheek and you finally looked at him. Almost taken aback by the purple circles of agony coloring his under eyes, his skin was sickly ghost-white and pale, “I wanted to see you.” 

You breathed his name as his fingers curled around your jaw, sighing, closing your eyes, “I can’t… I can’t be what you need.” 

Love wasn’t for you. It never had been, and he understood that… until he didn’t, until he told you he loved you, until he swore you felt the same. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. 

He felt insane coming here. The guys tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.

“I know, I just…” what he wanted was you, wanted to feel your body pressed to his, wanted to taste your lips as you desperately unzipped his pants— giggling in the empty hallway to his bedroom. 

He wanted to hear your pretty sighs as he nipped at your thighs, feel your knees buckle when his fingers pushed past your warm slick lips under your skirt. 

“..didn’t get to— I know you can’t change how you feel but..”

“Eddie…”

“…lie to me.” 

You’re stunned, staring back at him at his wild eyes filled with so much hurt you could feel it in your soul. “I… don’t understand.” 

He wets his lips then, and you can taste the bated breath on them, the intoxicating essence that Eddie always filled you with, and you yearn for more. 

He’s so close to you now, pressing your back firmly against the shut door. his wet hair beading onto the thin strap of your tank top. 

“Please sweetheart,” he whispers, moving the strap down your arm, “.. lie to me, tell me you love me.” 

You hang your head, murmuring out a plea that’s formed with hot staticky lust and pain, “I don’t want to hurt you Eds.” 

A finger hooks under your chin bringing you back up to him and he smiles with tears in his eyes, “you won’t baby, you never could.” 

You say it and his lips find yours in a heated squish of flesh and teeth. The gasping breath echoing along the walls as Eddie hooks his arms beneath your knees and carries you tight against his chest to your room. 

Your arms untangle the leather jacket from his shoulders, and when he sets you down like a dainty flower on your mattress he finishes the hasty job of wrestling his arms out from the destroyed fabric and it slaps to the ground. 

Clothes are everywhere, yours dry and his completely soaked, he shivers in his nakedness, skin bitter cold to the touch. He seethes when your warm hands pull him down to you, your body practically a furnace against his. 

His mouth is hot against the column of your throat, sliding his tongue around the silk of your skin. His hips roll into your body when he smells your shampoo, fuck he’s missed you. 

You’ve missed him. Nobody in Hawkins could compare to the way Eddie made you feel. 

He intertwined your fingers like lover’s would and you let him. Easy to pretend that you were both on the same page of feelings, everything with Eddie came easy. He’s murmuring nonsense into your neck, tongue swirling, teeth biting, marking you up the last time. 

He wanted to be yours. Wanted you to want to be his. But he had to let you go, and tonight he would spend as much time as he could bringing you over the edge of the peaceful shattering of pleasure. 

He moves down your body kissing between the valley of your tits, lapping up your honey sweet nipples like they were made of nectar. Never getting enough. 

Your pitiful moans dance like dandelions around your room and he nearly cums on your blanket when you pant his name as his tongue licks up your cunt. 

He’d missed your taste, the way he’d fuck you stupid and hours later he could still taste you on his lips. You wrap your thighs around his head like he knew you would. 

A peek up your body and your fingers were fisting the comforter, and he smirked into your clit. 

Whoever you were fucking now must not be doing it right because you had come fast on his tongue not once, but twice, and his heart swelled with pride. 

When he climbed back up the bed, your eyes were shut and you looked drunk, ragged breathing making your heart skip beats. 

He lays beside you, kissing your bare shoulder, working a path to your cheek, waiting patiently for your strength to come back, whispering how he’s missed you, how beautiful you are, and you hold back tears. 

-

You said it again when he stretched you open, gasping and crying out from his size, “..fuck, so so so big.” 

He chuckled into your neck, pistoning his hips with a jerk causing you to moan, “don’t want you to forget about me pretty girl.” 

Your reply is snuffed out into his neck, slurred out with moans and murmurs of his name. He fucked you hard then slow, a lazy rhythm with his forehead resting on yours, collecting your lips with his whenever he could, swallowing each others groans.

He’s close, and so are you. You can feel his arms beginning to shake, and his breathing picks up in racing tandem with yours. “where’d you want me?” 

Your eyes are rolled back and you’re arching your back from the bed, babbling a plea of how you don’t care where, and your orgasm snaps. 

Eyes pinched and huffing you both come at the same time, tangled in sweaty sheets and frizzy hair. It’s pure bliss, no matter how ignorant you may both be in the moment.

—

Hours pass. Eddie’s light snores keep you company with the hum from the dryer filled with his clothes. Your fingers slide through his curls, working knots out with your fingernails as he lays heavy on your chest. His lips are red from the night, maybe a bit swollen. 

Pushing back his bangs you get a good look at his features. The bulby nose, the silver scar on his forehead that you never thought to ask where it came from. The thick sweep of black lashes contrasting to his porcelain skin. He was beautiful. 

And you were a liar. 

Saying it a third time tonight, you say the three word lie Eddie begged you to tell him. 

He was fooled, and you’d keep doing it to protect him from you. Because saying you loved Eddie, never was a lie. 

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about: 

Biker!Bucky (who also happen to be your brothers best friend) fucking your thighs. 

TW: 18+ oral (fem receiving), pussy job, thigh job, virgin reader (Bucky is very into it), no piv No YN, Reader is referred to as Bug and is described as being plus size but there are no other physical descriptors. Takes place after Biker!Bucky comforts you when you get way too high. 

Things had shifted after that blessedly damned brownie but despite all the begging you’d done for Bucky to finally split you open and take you apart on his cock he was valiant in his efforts to take it slow. Slow somehow including licking into your mouth at the back of a movie theater while two knuckles deep, having you ride his thigh at the food truck festival, and spending countless hours in bed between your spread thighs. 

It’s where you are now, the soft cotton of Bucky’s bedspread dampening under your sweat soaked skin, his tongue working sinful circles over your swollen nub causing you to clench, almost painfully, down on the two fingers he’s currently working you open on. 

And jesus fuck there’s enough slick dripping past them and onto your thighs for him to drown in; he’d happily go that way, buried face first in the creamy mess you’ve left just for him. 

Alternatively you could just smother him with your thighs, fuck, your thighs- his brain feels like mush as he turns his head just enough to begin placing wet open mouthed kisses to the soft skin of your right thigh, laving and nipping at each stretch mark as he moves across them, furthering wetting his face with you as he does so. He grunts as you pull particularly hard at his hair, arching your back and trying to redirect his mouth to your clit but he ignores you as he begins to lick long stripes across the meat of your thighs, tasting musk and salt and something unconventionally sweet. 

This could be the day, he thinks, your mewls going straight to his dick. He could finally fuck you open, carve out that space inside he now knows you’ve been saving just for him, claim you but- 

“Bu-u-ucky!” Your whine sounds nearly petulant, still wiggling to try and get his mouth back on you, “please!” But no, no  you’re not ready yet. 

Instead he sits back on his haunches, watching for a moment as his fingers disappear and reappear as he fucks you with them, each thrust a little harder than the last before his hands find their way up your body, spreading slick across the ample swell of your stomach before he’s cupping your face and half pulling your upper body off the bed to meet him in a filthy open mouthed kiss. 

“Let’s try something new, Bug.” 

You release a soft oomph as he pushes you back on the bed with little ceremony, back flat. You rub your thighs together in sweet anticipation, the sound of his belt buckle coming undone making you whimper, this could be it, this could be it, this could be- 

But no, instead of pressing the spongy head of his cock inside of you he uses it to circle your clit, thumb guiding it around and around before he begins to languidly thrust his cock through the messy lips of your gushing pussy. The flat length of it provides a friction like you’ve never felt before, your gasps and moans joining in with Bucky’s labored breathing each time the tip nudges your clit on each up stroke. After a few minutes of this, of clenching painfully around nothing, awareness only awarded to the pleasure he gives you and the pain he causes by leaving you empty inside, he pushes both of your thighs up to rest on your plush stomach and begins to fuck them. 

There’s no other way to describe it. Bucky is fucking your thighs, he’s gripping them painfully tight, pushing them together, and driving his length in and out between them, plenty lubricated by the slick that continues to escape you. The tip of his cock still manages to kiss your clit at each stroke. You're delirious with pleasure, keening and moaning and raking your nails down whatever bit of inked skin you can reach, and though his cock feels like heaven between your thighs it’s his voice that ultimately sends you over; 

“Fuck, Bug” he rasps “Fuck, Bug, you feel so good, my beautiful girl- my-Fuck”

His dark hair is limp against his forehead, plastered to it by his own sweat, and his mouth, that sinful mouth is still glistening with proof of his devotion to your pleasure as he continues to talk you through it.

“If it feels this good now just- fuck, just think about when I’ve got you stuffed full of my cock. Christ, I can’t wait, I’m going to fucking ruin you, Bug.” 

With one particularly hard nudge from the head of his cock to your clit you let go with a cry, something that vaguely sounds like his name and has him also reaching his end, painting the messy lips of your pussy white with his cum. 

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Soft Billy thoughts...

18+

(I'm waiting for my rollercoaster ride like this queue is so long for what....anyways billy drabble)

Early mornings before the summer sun comes out, and the chill has yet to leave the air so its cozy and snug under the sheets pressed against Billy. Hes sprawled over you like you'll fly away if he hasnt got his arms and legs wrapped around you. Honestly the first few times you had tried to kick him off but you're resigned to your fate after he keeps crawling back , cooing and kissing your jaw, face tucked in your neck with half his body practically pressing you down. Sometimes you say hes more baby than cowboy.

But mornings like this with Billy, pressed skin to skin like hes trying to merge with you, half naked and toasty sandwiched between him and the bed, you couldn't ask for anything more perfect.

"Mornin' doll,"

He murmurs, lips already trailing hot kisses down the side of your face that could only mean one thing. His arm was under your back and hooked under your armpit, pressing your side into his chest while his other hand palms at your belly, thumbing at the under curve of your breasts. Billy's obssessed with touching you, often times trailing behind like some puppy, hand stuffed down your back pocket despite your repeated chidings that you're busy.

He cant help it, he just need his girl.

Breath hot on your cheek, theres no stopping Billy when he gets like this, so full of love for you as he mumbles sweet nothings, hand sliding down to tug your panties off and tease your clit. You whine, still bleary with sleep, eyes barely open as each press of his callous finger shoots straight pleasure up your spine.

"Open up f'me,"

Billy chuckles, tapping on your thighs.

You breathed out a sigh, doing as you're told and he awards you with another kiss on your cheek.

"That's my girl,"

He sucks in a harsh breath when he dips a finger into your cunny, slippery with the slick pooling already. He squeezes two thick fingers in, curling to rub at your sweet spot as he echoes your moans, nuzzling into your hair.

Then he squeezes a third finger in, stretching out your sloppy cunt and you mewl, back arching to grind down lazily on his fingers.

He swirls his thumb on your clit a few more times and you sputter gasping breaths as you gush around his fingers.

But Billy's not done and he continues to fuck your cunny with three fingers, trying to coax another orgasm out of you.

"Its t-too much Billy-"

"I can't-"

But he doesnt care and your jaw goes slack as he fits his pinky in, the sweet burn accompanied with his frantic swirling on your clit making you choke out a broken whimper at the sudden burst of pleasure as you see stars.

You're panting, head lolling back as you try to blink away the fuzziness in your head, his fingers pulling out to stroke your wet folds. Hes murmuring praises into your ear and you think hes finished as he pull you into his lap, brain too stuffed with cotton to register his large palms spreading your thighs again his chin hooked over your shoulder to watch your sweet cunny swallow his cock.

Then hes planting his knees firmly into the bed to thrust up frantically into you, the wet slickslickslick of your sloppy pussy filling the room alongside your choked moans and the squeak of the flimsy bed.

"G'me another doll,"

Billy coos into your ear, almost condescending if not for the soft lilt of his pet name for you.

"Y'can do it, hm? My best girl,"

His hand leaves the underside of your thigh and reaches in front of you, fingers rubbing roughly on your swollen clit as tears leak out your eyes at the overstimulation, not a single coherent thought in your mind.

Then he drops you down on his cock just right and your orgasm rips through you so hard your vision goes white for abit as you practically squirt his dick out.

You can hear Billy's delighted snort of laughter before he choked out a moan, his other hand going to fist his cock desperately and hes spurting thick strings of white over your pussy. His fingers were quick to smear his cum over your folds, tap tapping at your clit to coax out spurts of clear liquids as you whine in protest, too sensitive to do anything but jolt and tremble in his arms.

But then hes squeezing three fingers back into your sloppy hole to fuck his cum in slowly, tutting at the waste.

"My girl's the best in the world, hm?"

He mumbles into the side of your head, kissing you softly and watching your sleepy eyes flutter as his other hand goes to cup your jaw to support your lolling head.

His thumb swipes at the line of drool at the corner of your lips, thumb pressing into your mouth for you to suck lazily before hes lining his already hard cock up to your leaking hole, rubbing against your clit once, twice, and you both moan as he pushes his swollen head in to kiss your cervix.

"This time you'll take my cum in your tummy, 'kay? Don't waste it again,"

The threat in his tone as he forces you to look at your drooling cunny stretch over his fat cock was enough to make you mewl in agreement, nodding clumsily as he begin to fuck you in earnest once more.

[mimi-0007]

FATHER & SON: James Earl Jones with his Father Robert Earl Jones on Stage in the 1962 Production "Moon on a Rainbow Shawl."

Robert Earl Jones (February 3, 1910 – September 7, 2006), sometimes credited as Earl Jones, was an American actor and professional boxer. One of the first prominent Black film stars, Jones was a living link with the Harlem Renaissance of the 1920s and 1930s, having worked with Langston Hughes early in his career.

Jones was best known for his leading roles in films such as Lying Lips (1939) and later in his career for supporting roles in films such as The Sting (1973), Trading Places (1983), The Cotton Club (1984), and Witness (1985).

Jones was born in northwestern Mississippi; the specific location is unclear as some sources indicate Senatobia, while others suggest nearby Coldwater. He left school at an early age to work as a sharecropper to help his family. He later became a prizefighter. Under the name "Battling Bill Stovall", he was a sparring partner of Joe Louis.

Jones became interested in theater after he moved to Chicago, as one of the thousands leaving the South in the Great Migration. He moved on to New York by the 1930s. He worked with young people in the Works Progress Administration, the largest New Deal agency, through which he met Langston Hughes, a young poet and playwright. Hughes cast him in his 1938 play, Don't You Want to Be Free?.

Jones also entered the film business, appearing in more than twenty films. His film career started with the leading role of a detective in the 1939 race film Lying Lips, written and directed by Oscar Micheaux, and Jones made his next screen appearance in Micheaux's The Notorious Elinor Lee (1940). Jones acted mostly in crime movies and dramas after that, with such highlights as Wild River (1960) and One Potato, Two Potato (1964). In the Oscar-winning 1973 film The Sting, he played Luther Coleman, an aging grifter whose con is requited with murder leading to the eponymous "sting". In the later 20th century, Jones appeared in several other noted films: Trading Places (1983) and Witness (1985).

Toward the end of his life, Jones was noted for his stage portrayal of Creon in The Gospel at Colonus (1988), a black musical version of the Oedipus legend. He also appeared in episodes of the long-running TV shows Lou Grant and Kojak. One of his last stage roles was in a 1991 Broadway production of Mule Bone by Hughes and Zora Neale Hurston, another important writer of the Harlem Renaissance. His last film was Rain Without Thunder (1993).

Although blacklisted by the House Un-American Activities Committee in the 1950s due to involvement with leftist groups, Jones was ultimately honored with a lifetime achievement award by the U.S. National Black Theatre Festival.

Jones was married three times. As a young man, he married Ruth Connolly (died 1986) in 1929; they had a son, James Earl Jones. Jones and Connolly separated before James was born in 1931, and the couple divorced in 1933. Jones did not come to know his son until the mid-1950s. He adopted a second son, Matthew Earl Jones. Jones died on September 7, 2006, in Englewood, New Jersey, from natural causes at age 96.

THEATRE

1945 The Hasty Heart (Blossom) Hudson Theatre, Broadway

1945 Strange Fruit (Henry) McIntosh NY theater production

1948 Volpone (Commendatori) City Center

1948 Set My People Free (Ned Bennett) Hudson Theatre, Broadway

1949 Caesar and Cleopatra (Nubian Slave) National Theatre, Broadway

1952 Fancy Meeting You Again (Second Nubian) Royale Theatre, Broadway

1956 Mister Johnson (Moma) Martin Beck Theater, Broadway

1962 Infidel Caesar (Soldier) Music Box Theater, Broadway

1962 The Moon Besieged (Shields Green) Lyceum Theatre, Broadway

1962 Moon on a Rainbow Shawl (Charlie Adams) East 11th Street Theatre, New York

1968 More Stately Mansions (Cato) Broadhurst Theatre, Broadway

1975 All God's Chillun Got Wings (Street Person) Circle in the Square Theatre, Broadway

1975 Death of a Salesman (Charley)

1977 Unexpected Guests (Man) Little Theatre, Broadway

1988 The Gospel at Colonus (Creon) Lunt-Fontanne Theatre, Broadway

1991 Mule Bone (Willie Lewis) Ethel Barrymore Theatre, Broadway

FILMS

1939 Lying Lips (Detective Wenzer )

1940 The Notorious Elinor Lee (Benny Blue)

1959 Odds Against Tomorrow (Club Employee uncredited)

1960 Wild River (Sam Johnson uncredited)

1960 The Secret of the Purple Reef (Tobias)

1964 Terror in the City (Farmer)

1964 One Potato, Two Potato (William Richards)

1968 Hang 'Em High

1971 Mississippi Summer (Performer)

1973 The Sting (Luther Coleman)

1974 Cockfighter (Buford)

1977 Proof of the Man (Wilshire Hayward )

1982 Cold River (The Trapper)

1983 Trading Places (Attendant)

1983 Sleepaway Camp (Ben)

1984 The Cotton Club (Stage Door Joe)

1984 Billions for Boris (Grandaddy)

1985 Witness (Custodian)

1988 Starlight: A Musical Movie (Joe)

1990 Maniac Cop 2 (Harry)

1993 Rain Without Thunder (Old Lawyer)

TELEVISION

1964 The Defenders (Joe Dean) Episode: The Brother Killers

1976 Kojak (Judge) Episode: Where to Go if you Have Nowhere to Go?

1977 The Displaced Person (Astor) Television movie

1978 Lou Grant (Earl Humphrey) Episode: Renewal

1979 Jennifer's Journey (Reuven )Television movie

1980 Oye Ollie (Performer) Television series

1981 The Sophisticated Gents (Big Ralph Joplin) 3 episodes

1982 One Life to Live

1985 Great Performances (Creon) Episode: The Gospel at Colonus

1990 True Blue (Performer) Episode: Blue Monday

[watermelinoe]

"why can't you just be nice?" but is it nice to use misogynistic, dehumanizing language like menstruators and vagina owners? is it nice to take scholarships and awards away from women and girls to give to males? is it nice to force girls to change in front of boys and sleep in the same room with them alone in dorms or on class trips regardless of their comfort? is it nice to force women to accept males in our bathrooms at the expense of our privacy and safety? is it nice to nail a dead rat to a building used by a women's shelter? is it nice to house male criminals with female criminals when the overwhelming majority of violent and sexual crime is committed by males? is it nice to say that homosexuality doesn't exist, only genital preferences that can and should be overcome? is it nice to tell lesbians that their trans activism means nothing if they won't break through the cotton ceiling and sleep with males? is it nice to assault an elderly gay man at a pride parade?

if all of that is what qualifies as nice then i guess some of us are just gonna have to be mean

[aestherin]

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NOTES: i love you all 😊🫶

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[peachypinkygloss]

hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

remember

When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

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[katsukikitten]

Izuku begs you to let him at least eat it through your pretty panties because you just look so fucking good in that dark green dress you wore to match his eyes. You, politely, keep turning him down because this was a suit and tie event, evening gowns for Christ's sake but here he was, cupping you when no one was looking. Pressing you into corners and whispering filth into your ear about how good you'll feel. How good you'll taste, soaking his tongue in your cum while fisting his hair.

Finally you allow him to do it, during a lull in the dinner before the main even and he eats you so sloppily through the soft cotton, groaning against your cunt and sucking your clit through the fabric. Until he can't stand it, he slips his fingers under the soaked cloth, pulling it to the side slowly until the silvery strings of your arousal snap on their own.

He has that look, that hooded gaze likes he's drunk and his cheeks are dusted. He looks up at you and you'd be a fool to mistake it as anything other than what it was.

Predatory.

He's strong and quick to hike one of your legs over his shoulders as he slurps greedily at your cunt. Shoving two fingers into your fluttering hole and angling them just right as his tongue flicks and swirls over your throbbing clit. Grazing it with his teeth before he takes it into his mouth and hums as he sucks.

You clamp down on his digits and slap a hand over your mouth as you moan loudly into your palm, tears coming to your eyes from how quickly and harshly he makes you cum again and again in the men's bathroom that he's broken the door to keep from opening for now. The sloppy squelching of your cunt almost drowns out the announcer's voice that dinner was finished and that it was time to present awards.

You shove Izuku with all of your might but of course the sturdy inheritor of One for All doesn't move. It's only when you tap his shoulder twice does he straighten, quick to change from pussy drunk to your doe eyed boyfriend.

"Did I hurt you?" He's standing, fixing your dress and pressing himself into you as he searches your eyes, "I pushed too hard?"

His concern makes you giggle as you push back his curls again and fix his dark suit, looking for any signs of stains.

"No silly Zuzu bear, the awards! We'll miss them."

"Oh r-right." He'll sheepishly look over you again before you tell him, yes, yes you're alright. His scarred hand at the small of your back as he guides you out and mostly fixes the door. But not perfect and a certain blonde will tease him later about being such a pussy hound.

Izuku will sit you at your table, he'll get called up to the stage and he'll accept his award, one passed back and forth between him and Dynamight for the past five years.

But Izuku has something they never will, oh no. Nothing will beat the rush of holding a trophy that comes and goes out of his life while still being able to smell you on his upper lip.

Cause at the end of the day, you were the real prize that Izuku has his eyes set on, not some cheap lacquered gold trophy.

Y o u

[sheltiechicago]

Young smoke

Bundjalung man Kristopher Cook’s portrait of a young boy starting a fire during the filming of a music video.

Photograph: Kristopher Cook

Olive Cotton Awards 

[harrysonlylover]

Patience is a virtue*

Summary: in which he finds a road between punishment and pleasure.

Trope: CEO!H

WC:4.1k

Warnings: usage of pills, edging, usage of toys, MATURE CONTENT, anal, mastubration (f and m)

CEO!H Masterlist

Harry sat in his home office, his fingers tapping on the keyboard and body relaxed in sweatpants and a white cotton shirt rather than a suffocating but of course stylish suit. That is what he considers the perks of working from home.

Every two weeks he grants his entire company a vacation of two days, whether they work in the company building itself, the factory or in shipments and delivery services, every single employee is awarded a break. Not even security guards work, instead the building gets activated with advanced security methods such as a laser security system, sensors and Pleasing robots designed specifically for protection mode.

He is supposed to be resting yes, but he is far too enthusiastic to do that. Harry understands the importance of breaks very well, in fact if he was overtiring himself, he wouldn’t be doing this right now.

He is preparing a report concerning the plug he experimented with you earlier last month during your little role play incident. It is by far one of the best products he ever invented and he smirks knowing you are the muse behind it.

Each time you had sex, you’d whine and pout when he pulls out, even when he comes inside you or tucks himself in all night, you’d wake up irritated because he slipped out due to your wetness and his cum as lubricants.

That boosted his ego, it really did. He thought of you as his amazing girl who’s obsessed with his cock just as much as he is in love with your sweet cunt. And well, for you he’d do anything.

He is almost done with the report, he only needs to send it to the lab then plan a meeting with the board for advertising purposes. He glances at the clock that indicates it’s half past two.

He moves around the room, stretching his muscles to release the knots from the uncomfortable seating then heads to see where you are. You’ve been quiet this whole time. Too quiet.

His feet guide him to the kitchen where an empty cereal bowl lays unwashed. Odd ,he thinks. You hate messy areas.

You can’t be working out since you have a gym program together that most of the time ends with sweaty sex. Perhaps you’re doing some yoga, and god he worships the body it gave you.

He makes his way up the stairs, to your shared bedroom and finds the door half open with low unusual sounds sounding from inside.

He peaks his head in slowly and supports his hand on the wall to find you laid back against the sheets, one hand holding a Pleasing vibrator to your cunt and the other roaming between your breasts, as you touch all around your body reaching your clit.

He is already hardening inside his pants, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, it’s like your arousal and need for pleasure calls for his.

He loves that you enjoy discovering your body and experiencing the bliss of orgasms, your soft skin shuddering when you cum and your puffy cunt spasming around nothing.

Harry backs away from the door feeling himself go through many emotions, he loved the way you pleasure yourself; he can’t be upset about that yet he aches to be the one to provide it.

At least he’d want to be there while you do it , guide you through it and tease you. Perhaps you assumed he’s too indulged in that report and he really was, but his mind is always with you.

He cooks up something inside his head, not a punishment but both a patience and pleasure test.

He slowly goes down the stairs, into his office and closes the door behind him.

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You stared at the messy kitchen that was left after your breakfast, Harry was locked up in his office since the morning but you can’t complain. He said it would take a few hours only then he’d spend the entire day with you doing whatever your heart desires.

The kisses he left on your collarbone still linger as your necklace (his initial) grazes against your bare neck.

“When did I ever lie to you? I promise it’s only a couple of hours, do what you like and when I’m done whatever your heart desires will happen.” Harry mumbled quickly leaning in to leave wet kisses starting from the curve of your breasts , softly pecking your nipple as he moved up to your collarbone , groaning at the sight of his initial.

“I know but I’ll just miss you.” You swiped your fingers through his curls , feeling your heart shudder from his kisses.

“If it gets too much, come to me and sit in my lap, I’m never busy for you.”

He is everything you could ever ask for, after he left, you did some yoga and listened to songs but soon enough you found yourself needing him in other ways.

You rarely resorted to your fingers and vibrator but desperate times call for desperate measures, if you teased your fiancée now, he’d fuck you all day long till you pass out and wake up tomorrow with a sex hangover.

You returned to your bed where the sheets are still messy and tangled and got your vibrator from the box in the room attached to the bedroom where it’s designed for extreme pleasure. But that’s for other times.

You managed to get two mind blowing orgasms, the aftermath was weird though. You felt more ache than before, it’s like your cunt knows nothing will suit it except your fiancée’s cock.

You clenched your thighs together and realized that a third orgasm would be pointless unless given to you by Harry. You put everything back in place and distracted your mind with cleaning up and an episode of a documentary. He must be done by now.

You decided to wait for him as you could feel yourself having symptoms of sex deprivation or should you call it withdrawals of not having his cock?

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Harry shut down his laptop with an audible sigh, the excitement of playing with you added to that of the initial one revolving around finishing the report.

He can hear the faint sound of the TV as he steps inside your living room, your head is pushed back against the cushions and your legs across the table.

“So what are you up to?” he stands behind you and begins massaging your shoulders, making you choke on the popcorn.

“Just a random documentary.” You manage to mutter trying to ignore the way his hands feel against your skin.

“Really? I’m not sure that’s what you were doing a while ago, using the very same product I designed to get off.” He whispered in your ear as his hands shift to your neck, slowly rubbing at your skin.

Your breath got caught in your throat, he saw you? Not that you were trying to hide it , but you weren’t sure how he’d feel about it.

“I asked you something dove.” He pressed at your neck pushing it backwards as you met up with his face.

“Hmm you were busy, if I told you, you wouldn’t have finished that report.”

“Fair point, but here’s what love, I cooked up something for us.” He trailed his finger down to your chest, removing the straps of your top then touching your bare breasts.

“Not a punishment, can’t say I’m a fan of these.” Your skin was covered in goosebump as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“It’s a game of patience and pleasure, you couldn’t handle waiting for me , but you’re still wet, I can smell it. So let’s add in tolerance?” his finger was circling around your perky nipples, giving them a slow pinch then a tender massage.

Harry was big on pleasure and testing out each other’s limits, he loves exploring his sexual life , but the plot twist is that you do too. Like a match made in hell.

“Did you eat after breakfast?” he asked caressing your cheek.

“Hmm I did, had a bowl of fruits.”

“Atta girl, I’m going to get something that we’ve done before but in a different way, if you don’t want to tell me immediately.” You nodded as he gave you a last kiss before heading off to your bedroom.

“And strip down, I want nothing on your body.” He shouted while disappearing inside.

You smirked knowing this was what you wanted, to play all day, he already promised to do what you desire and he’s doing it despite not telling him. What a man you have.

He was right, you were still wet. Nothing can beat being fully naked as whatever is beneath you grazes your skin, and the air along with the sun from the window wrap your body in an embrace.

Harry returned with a grin planted on his face. He was also fully naked, walking around with his cock swinging , and tattoos on display.

“Nice ass.” You teased him as he filled up two cups of water.

“Thanks love, it loves your tongue.” He approached you and gave you the cup of water, revealing a pill in his hand.

Cheeky motherfucker.

It was a Pleasing sex pill.

“You’re in a mood today.” You took the pill , swallowing it down with a big gulp of water.

He did the same then placed both cups in the sink. He also brought a box with him, you’re assuming the sex hangover might last longer than a day.

You tried these pills once or twice before; they’re designed for both men and women by his scientists’ team. You never faced any problem with them, they helped you experience an immense amount of pleasure.

Harry helped you relax against the sofa in a nice position and proceeded in one of his routines. Kissing your body.

His lips puckered against your right leg gently, up to your thigh where he kept prepping kisses, his mouth hovered over your wet cunt breathing it in and allowing his nose to graze the wetness then let out a loud groan.

He placed a delicate kiss to your clit continuing to leave love bites on your inner thighs, up to your pelvis. Soft wet pecks to every inch of your skin , giving extra love to your pelvis and tummy because ‘his child will be there one day’.

He pushed you on your stomach to give you love from behind, he also managed to bite your ass cheek while at it and traced your back whilst loving on it then hoisted you up again to resume his work on your chest.

He goes at it slow to not forget or ignore any inch, from the left to the right with his cupid shaped mouth, and hand roaming between your thighs rubbing at them up and down.

“My woman’s perfect body, so divine.”

“I love this *kiss* a goddess is what you are *kiss*”

“You’re my person, and this body is what I worship.”

“I can’t believe you’re mine, I’m so blessed, aren’t I?”

“The great gods sculpted your body, and I get to love on it.”

“My woman, my lady, my fiancée , my lover, let me kiss your body everyday please.”

He mumbled against your skin, sentence after sentence non stop till he reached your breasts and fondled with them giving them extra love. He littered your neck with love bites , they were very passionate and many in number that they looked like big bruises.

Eventually he hid his face in the crook of your neck allowing his hand to rest on your hip. You kissed his face exchanging ‘I love you’ s as you waited for the pill to kick in or so you thought.

“I have a feeling that the pill is for something else.”

“You’re a minx, you know that?” He lifted himself off the sofa and left you laying down as he glanced at the clock to see that it’s been 20 minutes since you took the pill.

He propped himself down on the sofa facing you and the grin on his face tells you that your sentimental man is gone, and his devilish side is out.

“Here’s what darling, before we begin, you’re not allowed to touch yourself. The pill will kick in now and I want to watch you squirm around , helpless and wet. Just a tolerance test yeah?”

His arms were stretched widely showing his biceps, his cock was erect reaching his stomach and his plump thighs were a sight.

“You’re going to watch me touch myself because I have to compensate the orgasm you had without me.”

Your face was flushed red hearing him tell you all that. He wants to edge you till you’re shaking, you’ve done that before but not with a pill that makes you horny in ungodly ways.

“Hey H, that’s not fair.” You whined feeling the effect of the pill beginning.

“Open your legs facing me, I want to see your cunt.” You did as you were told , groaning at the neediness that’s rising out of your pussy.

Harry’s cock was not only erect and red thanks to the pill but leaking precum too and engorged with veins. It looked painful.

He wrapped a hand around his shaft, moaning loudly at the feeling before spitting on the head and moving slowly from the base to the tip.

“How does it feel to see me touching myself? It feels so good with the pill, I’m edging myself too you know? I could be buried inside your warm pussy now.” He spoke as he panted , his curls covering his face and his abs contracted as his whole body tensed at the teasing.

“Harry this isn’t funny, just fuck me.” You squirmed around , digging your nails into the cushions as the subtle breeze blowing at your cunt felt like torture.

He didn’t listen to you, only smirked and kept going, gritting his teeth at the feeling of his precum sliding all over his cock. He picked up some on his finger bringing it to his mouth sucking them off as he held eye contact with you.

“You honestly look like a dog in heat and I love it.” He began thrusting faster and spread his legs wider to give you a clear view of his cock.

“Poor baby, about to pass out because she needs her man’s cock. Is that what you want me to do? To stick it in and relieve you?” he teased even more with a grin, you were drooling at his cock that’s so erect and you could feel your wetness dripping.

All the blood was rushing to your clit that’s now engorged and swollen, it really hurts. He was right, you feel like you’re in heat, aching and urging to hump on something, anything for some friction.

Your breath was unsteady and your whole body was heating up as you whined on and on, swaying your legs from side to side and getting shouted at if you closed them together.

“What a pretty puffy pussy , so sensitive and all for me, it’s waiting for my cock. That’s all it needs all day, for me to keep fucking and using it.” He whimpered as he gripped his cock harshly before arching his back and cumming all over his hand and thighs.

He released a big load, covering his whole shaft in white glistening cum as he pushed his head back in ecstasy and breathed heavily.

You almost drooled at the amount of cum, you wanted to suck it all off him and swallow it down your throat. The pain was getting unbearable and your cunt was clenching and pulsating.

“Look at your tight pussy, opening up and clenching inviting my cock in. No wonder you’re a cockslut.” He walked over to you with his hand still wrapped around his leaking shaft.

He gathered some of the cum on his hand then smeared them all over your cunt and slapped your clit before spitting on it.

He watched your pussy pulsate and his cum drip all over it reaching your asshole. He proudly strolled around to the box pulling out your plug.

“Harry just fuck me come on.” You begged as the pill’s effect was getting more and more painful.

He went down on his knees in front of you, stretching his tongue out and lowering it down as he kept eye contact with you. He let the tip of his tongue barely graze your cunt then smirked and shifted to your asshole.

Teasing and edging was all he did.

His tongue massaged your second hole before pouring a generous amount of lube on it, the cold gel made you jolt since your whole body was warm, he then gently inserted your plug inside as you whimpered at the stretch.

Harry lifted you off the couch with his hand around your throat and pulled your mouth into a heated kiss. “Get on your knees and suck your fiancée’s cum, only lick it off nothing more.”

You immediately did as you were told, feeling the burn of the rug on your knees as you wrapped a hand around his shaft initiating a broad lick from the base to the tip. His cum slid on your tongue as you gathered all of it, leaving his cock shining with its remnants.

“Swallow all of it but share some with me.” You stood up on your feet as he helped you to balance yourself wrapping an arm around your waist before joining your lips in a kiss filled with tongue clash and an exchange of his cum.

“Such a good girl.” He pressed a peck to your cheek, then your temple and checked with your safe word.

He lead you to the sofa where he ordered you on all fours, your eyes were welling with tears from the amount of neediness. He removed the plug resulting in you whining loudly at the emptiness.

He grabbed the bottle of lube again and squirted some on his hand and made sure to give your booty hole a good massage and fingering before thrusting his cock inside.

When it comes to anal, he pushes in one swift motion because he knows you love the initial burn of it, he also knows deep down that you’re a slut for anal.

He brought your body up to his chest securing it with an arm around your waist, you held on to his pumped bicep as you moaned feeling his other hand cup your cunt with the cold metal of the rings riling you up even more.

“I want you to stay still, a whore like you will hump my hand which is why I won’t let you move. Just take my cock inside your ass like a good slut.”

You tilted your head backwards against his shoulder as he began plunging in vigorously , the stretch of his cock in your ass made you see stars, you reached the highest level of pleasure especially with his large veined hand cupping your pussy not allowing the poor thing to breathe.

A deep tight feeling in your lower abdomen settled in the more he plunged. You brought his hand to your throat and guided him to manhandle you.

“Dumb whore can’t speak, do you want me to choke you?”

You squeezed at his biceps earning a growl from him. “Ah I see, you want me to choke you with my muscles, you get off the fact that I can manhandle you the way I want and that I’m bulky yeah?”

He brought his bicep near your throat and choked you just enough to turn you on, the position you’re in made it seem as if he’s strangling you, but it was quite the opposite. It felt even better than his hand, despite how much you love his rings leaving bruises around your skin.

“All of this and you’re still dripping over my hand, made it soaking wet. What do I do with you hmm?” you smiled at him as a form of defying since no matter what even you can’t control your cunt.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I bet you’re ready take my cock in your ass and pussy all day.”

“That’s the plan.”

He slapped your clit, hitting it with his rings making you jolt against him as your bundle of nerves was so swollen. Your eyes were rolled backward while he kept itching that one spot in your hole.

“That’s it yes please fuck my ass.”

He moved his hand to your hip forcing you to keep still with a grip so tight it’ll leave bruises around your skin. He thrusted in a primal way and he was breathing against your ear igniting goosebumps in your body.

Your naked bodies were flushed against each other, skin to skin, and you can feel the room fill up with the scent of sweat and sex.

“Fuck I’m cumming, where do you want it?” he asked breathing heavily as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“Inside please.”

“Knew you’d say that. It’s what good sluts want, besides the way your little hole is pulling me inside tells me what I need to know.” He bit into your shoulder growling audibly with his hips stilled as he emptied his cum inside your ass.

“H-harry ohh” you can feel his cum fill you up, rope after rope as your ass swallowed it all up taking it in. Your pussy pulsated harder around his hand, he can even feel it beating loudly and sense how warm and snug it is.

The bite mark he left made you whine since you love a little pain and branding during sex. He prepped kisses against your skin while you both came down from a mind blowing orgasm.

He slowly helped you to lay on your stomach before pulling out, allowing the load of cum to drip down your thighs and cover his entire shaft.

He rubbed at your ass diving in to lick what leaked as you gripped the cushions tightly feeling so overstimulated. His tongue meeting your rim made you scream so he pulled away licking his mouth savoring the taste.

Harry inserted the plug again and you felt it go deep inside as his cock stood proudly against his stomach at the sight of a plug designed according to his initial ‘H’. He was foaming at the mouth.

His initial plug in your ass, bite mark on your shoulder, bruises over your hips and waist, his release deep inside you, shaky legs and tears on your face. He himself loved some branding too.

“No cum gone to waste in this household.” He laid beneath you on the sofa wrapping you around him as he kissed your head and wiped your tears. He rubbed your back soothingly and intertwined your legs together, with soft pecks to your lips.

“Harry?”

“Yes my dove.”

“Will you fuck my pussy pretty please.” You earned a deep chuckle from him as he lifted himself up and smiled at you.

“You still want me to use your cunt?” you nodded at him while he gave you puppy eyes.

He hoisted himself up on his elbows and strolled to the kitchen, you enjoyed the view of his naked body, saving it to yourself. Maybe you should have a nude photoshoot on your film camera.

He returned with a cup of water and a protein bar urging you to have them or ‘no fucking’ . You took both of them as you slowly restored your energy trying not to think about the unbearable ache in your lower abdomen.

You walked around a bit to stretch yourself while Harry relaxed on the sofa with his legs spread and cock miraculously still erect. You noticed the box he got still laying on the table , you skimmed it for anything fun laying your hands on a cock ring.

You brought it with you and showed to Harry who’s face shined at its sight. “You want to control my cock inside your pussy.”

“Hmm I do, wanna feel it vibrate against my walls.”

You helped him put it on and snatched its remote from the box trying not to get down on your knees again at the sight of your fiancée all spread out on the couch , waiting for you to ride him.

“Plug check.” He ordered you making you turn around to him , as he hummed an approval before spanking you and dropping you on his lap.

“Now let my cock choke with that warm cunt of yours , will ya?”

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A/n: It would mean a lot if you send in ask or a comment for feedback!

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[rosedom]

Thank you sm for giving me a pass on the alphabet event !

The alphabets that I sent you (but failed, sadly) are : I, O, T, W with diluc ! I hope this isn't too many letters :(

Thank you sm for letting me send another ask rosey ^°>♡<°^ (this is an emote of giving a heart if you cant see it)

"you have summoned DILUC for the event . . ."

A/N: of course, sweet thing !! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪ stuff happens, and i'm excited to do diluc .3.

✦ㅤㅤI = intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect !)

congrats, you've bedded the diluc ragnvindr: the eligible bachelor of mondstadt. all these women—these men, these neithers and all inbetween—have fawned over diluc, yet none has captured his heart the way you have, and you're the one towering over him in bed, now, as he looks up at you with those bright, ruby, bedroom eyes. he looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars and all the things in the universe—the truest essence of a romantic, truly.

he is romantic in the way he holds you so tenderly, cupping you in his palms and dragging his fingers along your skin slowly, reverently. gladly, eagerly, he would lay himself at the feet of your alter in order to revere you. diluc, too, is romantic in the way he says your name, over and over again, each one a pretty, pretty gasp or a gentle plea for more, for you. and, if he calls you sweet names in that limited space of mind he has left as you fuck him open on your cock, well. that's all 'cos he loves you so.

✦ㅤㅤO = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i wholeheartedly believe that diluc—adorable, "aloof" diluc—has teyvat's nastiest oral fixation. that manifests, usually, in his need to have your fingers in his mouth, pressing down on his tongue; or your skin against his lips as he suckles bruise after bruise into your skin. you should've expected, really, that the same would apply to his incessant need to have you heavy across his tongue. he loves the weight of your cock against him, the taste of you heady and mind-numbing to his already cotton-filled brain. he'll cockwarm you with his mouth for hours, heedless of anything else but you.

his skill on you, however, is . . . minimal, to say the least. he's certainly not winning any cherry-stem tying awards with that tongue n' mouth of his, but it's alright ! he pleases you plenty, just the way he is<3 it's these small suckles of his, the way his tongue presses against you and drags along your length, these small patterns that really aren't there to get you off but to instead ground your darling diluc.

as for receiving ,, hell, is diluc a sucker for it. he always shies away at first, saying, "no, you don't need to—" but it comes out shaky, each and every time, as you're already nosing at the seam of his pants, of his briefs, of his bare cunt depending. for as much as he loves having his mouth on you, nothing compares to the pleasure that fills him head-to-toe when you're upon him, tonguing at his cock and his leaky hole, even down to his perineum and his pretty ass. while giving you head always makes him syrupy-slow, blood slow but thick in his veins, you giving him head always makes his blood pound in his ears, makes his body jerk in overwhelm at the sensations running through him.

✦ㅤㅤT = toys (does he own toys? does he use them? how often? on a partner or himself?)

reserved has he is, diluc doesn't often allow himself to indulge in . . carnal pleasures. that, and the fact that adelinde tends to barge into his room (she's the only maid he allows the privilege. something about the idea of his mother figure finding a sex toy of his . . . yeah, no). it's left him to get pretty crafty, then, in those days where he's too high-strung, too pent up with the idea of you or with the simple heft of all that heavy work weighing down on him. busy a man as he is, he still feels the pulls of something carnal in his gut.

when that pull gets too intense to keep under wraps, diluc takes to the pillow (if it's the one you sleep on in the past ,, well). he tucks the pillow between his thighs, humps it desperately, maybe slips a hand down the front of his briefs to get his fingers on the throbbing head of his cock. he cums quickly but quietly this way, his orgasm washing over him in gentle waves. it's never earth shattering like this, but it's enough to make the heat in his veins slow n' cool down, just slightly—enough to get through to the next week.

so, not sex toys: only improv.

✦ㅤㅤW = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

diluc needs to be touching you at all times; he can absolutely not be apart from you, from foreplay and straight through 'til sleeping post-aftercare. because of this, you cannot truly "surprise" him with touches, and that's alright. you adapt, and he loves the way he gets to touch you and how you touch him. being able to predict where your hands will press, where your lips will kiss—it's comforting as it is arousing.

with this, sensory deprivation—blindfolds, namely, or even a gag—can only be done when you're careful to always be pressed close to him in some way, some fashion; and when you do this right, boy, it's right. he fucking loves being helpless yet trusting you wholly to treat him right<33 you may not have expected diluc to be so clingy, but it makes perfect sense, really, once you really think about it. all the people closest to him, he has let go of; he never wants to let you go, too.

i got a lil' carried away with oral. haha. um . . .

2 MAY 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

[xozombiee]

nerd | p. parker.

warnings: praise, peter parker’s abs, fingering, marking, kissing, nerd kink😶…, dirty talk?, boring nerd facts

synopsis: peter finds out you’re secretly turned on by his intelligence and uses it against you.

study nights like this weren’t unusual. peter sitting by your side while your sat with your legs crossed next to him. text books were scattered across your bed since he was helping you study for a chemistry quiz that was this friday.

you shut the book with a huff, turning to the boy next to you. “i’m bored.”

peter looks up from his book, “you wanna take a break?” he asks.

you nod in reply, jumping off the bed. you stretch, your shirt rising up in the process which makes the spider boys face turn pink. you smiled, “you hungry? i can make some food real quick.”

“maybe later. we should take a break for a few then get back to studying.” he suggested.

you let out an exasperated whine, falling back into your rolling chair. “whyyyy? i hate studying. it’s so boring.” you argued.

“you said it yourself. you cant fail this test.” he replied. you frowned. “well not everyone is as smart as you, pete.”

“i’m not that smart.”

“yes you are! you have so many awards! and you’re like…awesome at everything!” you told him, making him smile.

“you’re actually so smart…it’s kinda hot.” you grumbled like an old man. peters ears perked at your words.

“hot?”

“yes, it’s hot!” you yelled, spinning the chair away from him.

peter took a moment to think. you were obviously embarrassed about it. so was there was more to the story? he smirked to himself as he thought of an idea.

he stood up from his spot, getting close to your ear, “did you know there’s enough dna in the average persons body to stretch to the sun to pluto and back—seventeen times.” peter whispered.

“seventeen?” you mumbled, turning your head to his.

“yeah. and, the earth has a mass of five point nine seven times ten to the power of twenty four kilograms.” he smiled.

you stared at him, eyes shifting to his lips every two seconds before you finally pulled the collar of his t-shirt. your lips connected. peters hands grabbed your hips, steadying himself above you. you stood from the chair, walking to the bed. lips disconnecting for a breath of air. your hands were pushing the text books onto the floor.

your knees met the mattress, your weight sinking it in as you sat. you wiggled your hips as you crawled across the bed. peter stared at you like you were the millennium falcon lego set you had gotten him for christmas. he was absolutely so in love.

he followed behind you, dragging your hips back to him. you squirmed in surprise, watching peter grin at you. his fingers played with the hem of your shorts and you were practically begging for him to take them off.

“is this okay?” he asked, tugging them to your thighs.

you nodded desperately, making him smile to himself. after taking your shorts off, all to be seen were the cute cotton flower panties you wore underneath them. a small damp patch was covering the middle, making all the blood in peter shoot down his body.

opened mouth kisses were placed along down your torso, “did you know a cloud can weigh about a million pounds.” he said between each kiss.

you felt insane for being turned on by this.

“peter..”you sighed, wrapping a hand in his brown locs.

“baby?” he replied. his eyes stared up at you, watching as you looked as if you were about to faint.

“need you…now.” you whispered. you just want him to stop teasing you and start pleasing you. feeling his breath near your core was driving you insane.

hands trace against the inside of your thighs, sending shivers up your spine. peter pushes the fabric that covered your cunt to the side, putting two fingers inside of you and curling them as he does, making you moan.

“peter.” you barely say below your breath, holding onto his bicep.

“shhh..baby. let me take care of you.” he said against the skin of your collarbone. you whispered in reply.

his kisses were so light against your neck. if you hadn’t known it was him, you would’ve thought a butterfly had landed onto your throat, fluttering peacefully. his trail of kisses moved down to your chest, then eventually to your stomach again.

“pretty girl..my pretty girl.” he muttered.

you cupped your mouth with your hand, muffling the cries of your voice. you couldn’t let your roommate hear, or your other colleagues down in the other dorms.

peter noticed the hand covering your mouth. he took the hand occupying your insides, removing it and pulling yours away.

“don’t get shy on me now.” he pouted.

your legs closed from the loss of touch, hoping for some friction as you rubbed them. peter brought his lips close to your ear, pushing your hair away from your face.

“i know you think about this all the time. it’s so obvious from the way you stare.” he says.

your eyes squeeze shut, “peter, please..”

“please what?”

you get quite at the next part, but thanks to peters enhanced senses he heard what you said clearly. 

“always.” he replied. you watched as he ripped his own shirt off, his abs coming into sight. god he was fine. he pulled back your underwear, watching as it tickled down your thighs.

peter entered slowly, bottoming out. for several moments, the bedroom was silent, apart from your panting. your eyes couldn't leave his figure.

you reached a hand up to push several strands of hair out his eyes. he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, making you throw your head back.

fuck you were gorgeous with your head thrown back against the pillow, back arched. it wasn't the first time peter had seen such a sight. hell, he’d even took pictures and videos of it for himself.

"gonna fill you up, pretty." you nodded, the corners of your vision beginning to blur from the intense pleasure. 

you could feel the spark of your insides begin to light, almost as if it was about to go off. you were so close. “peter.”

“yeah?”

“close.”

peter grabbed your hips, adjusting them to his. he picked his pace up, making your brain fuzzy. the circles he was tracing on your clit added to the pleasure he was submerging you in. your fists grabbed the sheets as if they were going to save you from this animal of a man.

You were incoherent as you came, only whines mixed with slurred chants of his name leaving your mouth. peter followed quickly behind you; a whimper leaving his lips.

peter relaxed against you, his head falling against your chest. you laughed softly as his curls tickled your skin. “fuck.” you breathed.

“yeah, fuck.” he grinned.

the two of you laughed, holding each other tightly. the room was soon filled with silence once more. it was comfortable. as always.

“yknow..the world record for the most female orgasms is one hundred and thirty four in one hour. i bet we can beat that.” peter winked.

the room was silent.

a loud cackle was heard from below him, which is where you were laying.

“why the fuck do you know that?”

@xozombiee2022