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today i found out that victor hugo has had more sex than possibly almost any other human that has lived on this planet. 

he had so much sex his biographers straight up gave up trying to document all of his sexual partners. he was reported to fuck up to 3-9 times a day. He had a secret sex diary written in code. He had “official” and “unofficial” mistresses. One estimate was that he had ~200 sexual partners in two years. 

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can i request a Peter Parker x reader smut where he's a virgin and a stereotypical nerd and she's basically making him her slut?

(A/N; VERY LONG OVERDUE REQUEST, IM SORRY. ALSO THIS IS VERY STEREOTYPICAL, AND CLICHE... I THINK SO. BUT SMUT! PETER SMUT, FINALLY. IM REALLY SLEEPY SO EXCUSE FOR ALL THE MISTAKES.)

"C'mon, Esme... It's a simple question... Anyone could've answered this"

"No one can answer this, only you can, Peter" The teen grunted, smashing her head on the table as she moaned out loud. Out of reflex, Peter pulled her head up to see her forehead that was turning red. "I'm not smart, Peter"

"If you keep smashing your head on the goddamn table, you're never going to be smart... Now be quick, what type of energy is needed for photosynthesis to occur?" Peter pointed his pen on the papers, as she looks at it closely as if she had sight problems. Peter pulled her head backward, as the girl muttered a silent 'ow'. "You're gonna hurt your head like that..."

"You keep pulling on my hair!"

"Maybe if you stop smashing them, I won't pull on your hair!"

"You're asking me hard questi-"

Peter and Esme stopped bickering, their heads turned to the loud noise that came from the front door.

"Esme, I'm home... I got the groceries, you better put them- Oh..." The girl stopped in her tracks when she noticed what was happening. Her eyes darted back and forth from the guy to her sister, a little bit confused, but then she noticed him. "You're Peter Parker, aren't you? I know you..."

Peter was speechless... He didn't exactly expect her to recognize him. Peter thought a person like him was just invisible.

Y/N was a well-known girl at their Universities, she was head of her sorority, she was technically royalty there. Of course, she was well-known, a girl like her was one in a million at their 'U'. Nice, pretty, though Peter wasn't exactly claiming that she's smart since word on the street that she's failing a few of her subjects.

"Hey, Y/N... Peter is tutoring me... Kinda need it for my finals" Esme stated, shrugging as she stood up from her chair and took the groceries out of her sister's hand. Peter then held her wrist, stopping her from walking away.

"You're not exactly off the hook, young lady... Finish these questions first... Your mom didn't pay me to teach you nothing" Peter was strict, well, at least he tried to. Esme rolled her eyes, groaning as she plopped back down into the chair.

"Well, Parker... I guess you gotta help me with these..." Y/N pointed out to the groceries as she threw him a soft smile, Peter nodded as he walked towards the kitchen where she was heading.

"Finish those questions, Esme! I want to mark them!"

Y/N placed all of the foodstuffs onto the marble counter, some of them almost fell down to the floor. His reflexes kick in again, catching the apples that were about to hit the floor. "Wow..."

Peter laughed nervously, helping her take out the groceries. "So... I know you're really smart... Full scholarship huh? You have to tutor me sometimes"

Peter swears his heart stopped when he saw her winking at him, nibbling lightly on her plump lips. Crimson decorated his cheeks as the heat travels up to his neck. Peter cleared his throat, trying to get his mind off things that aren't supposed to be there.

"Um... So, what major you in, again?" He tried starting a conversation with her, only to see a disapproving look on her face as she shakes her head lightly. It wasn't that she didn't want to talk about school, she just didn't want to talk about her academic activities, she's been struggling for a while now.

"Let's not talk about school, Parker... Pisses me off" Her face was blank as she washes the vegetables and fruits. Peter muttered a quiet 'sorry' as she dismissed it immediately. She then took all of it and opened the fridge, placing it on the lowest compartment.

He didn't mean to look, he swears it. But when Y/N bent down, Peter noticed the peek of her white polka dot panties, just a tiny peek. He curses under his breath as he turns around. Peter was already blushing furiously, and he needed to stop so she doesn't see him all flustered. Why did she have to wear such a short skirt?

The thing is, Y/N knew he was watching. Who wouldn't? She could only smirk when she heard his feet shuffling on the floor as he turned around. Her skirt wasn't short, she just hikes it up when Peter wasn't looking.

She doesn't what it is about, maybe she had a kink for it. But Peter was so... He was so pure looking, it's like he didn't do anything bad in his life ever. Sometimes she wonders what it would look like for him to be beneath her.

"You okay, Pete?" She smirked, nibbling on her lips once again just for the fun of it. Y/N noticed how his eyes traveled down to her lips for a brief moment, the lightest tinge of pink decorated his cheeks.

Peter nodded, taking a deep breath to try and compose himself. "Do you have a girlfriend, Peter?"

"I... No? I mean, look at me..."

"I am looking at you," Peter noticed the change in her voice, it was subtle but it wasn't completely invisible. She was doing something, maybe trying something, and Peter doesn't exactly know how to react.

"You know... I'm a straight shooter, Pete... I don't hesitate about what I want..." Y/N was definitely trying something. He knows that the second he felt her strutting closer to him. He could almost feel her warmth. "I just want to know, do you want me?"

"I... I don't know... I..." Maybe this was a sick joke she wanted to do to embarrass him, maybe this was a sick joke to get him fired, maybe this was a sick joke that she planned with all of her friends.

It's not a sick joke.

Her lips brush against Peter's. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. Peter wanted to pull away before he loses himself but he can’t seem to.

In this minty moment, his senses have been seduced and he can no longer think straight.

“Y/N...” Peter whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. Y/N smiled, her heart fluttering at his voice, as she clasped her hands on his face.

"Wanna kiss me, Peter?" He couldn't even answer her questions the second he felt her soft lips just underneath his prominent jawline. Y/N sucked, nibbled on the pale skin, drawing the blood to the surface, marking him. "Wanna kiss your cock..."

His heart stopped at her choice of words, he never heard a woman said something so vulgar in person before, but he didn't say he didn't like it. Peter loved her filthy mouth.

"I haven't done this before..."

"I know... It's obvious, baby..." He didn't know how to react when Y/N started lowering herself down to his crotch, which was growing painfully after the kiss they had. "Just keep an eye on my, sister... Don't let her come here"

"O-okay..." He stammered when he felt her tiny hands palming his cock through his pants. He masturbated before, sure... But it was different to feel someone else's touch on his cock. "J-just... Just p-please"

"Only because you asked so nicely..." Y/N wasted no time, pulling his zipper down alongside his pants and briefs. "Such a pretty big cock... I wanna know what it feels like in my pussy..."

"God..." He almost cums at her words, but then Peter thought about it... Maybe he should skip the foreplay and go straight to fucking her. "Y/N... Stop..."

"W-what? I'm sorry" She immediately stood up, obliging his words. Peter chuckled lightly, stroking his throbbing cock in his hands.

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you on this kitchen counter..." His voice was soft, barely above a whisper as if he was shy. It was his first time, he didn't even care if it wasn't an ideal place. All he could think of was her walls closing around his dick.

"Well then fuck me, what are you waiting for?" Y/N wasted no time lifting up her skirt, the white polka dot panties were drenched in her arousal. Peter tests the waters as he placed his finger right on her clit. She whimpered and it was like a song in his ears.

Y/N then bends over the counter, pulling down her panties and threw it on the floor. Peter picks it up as he kept it in his jacket's pocket, for later.

"Fuck me, fuck me, Peter... Show me what a fucking man you are" His cock lined to her bare pussy, his fingers traveling down to her wet hole, collecting her juices. Peter raised it to his mouth, testing it, tasting it.

"Sweet..."

He then slowly pushes the tip of his cock in, the small whimper can be heard. Y/N can't be too loud, they're not the only ones in the house. "F-fuck"

It was better than he'd ever imagined. Her walls were soft, it was wet, and it was warm. He felt like it was in heaven, and she was the angel. Peter threw his head back as he trusted slowly into her, but still sharp. He can hear her little whimpers coming out of her pretty little mouth.

"Fuck, I didn't know your cock was this big..." She whispered, but then a silent squeal came when Peter suddenly picks up his pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

"D-don't... Be quiet, your sister might hear us" His balls were slapping on her skin, but to prevent that his other hand lowered, fondling it, keeping it from making loud noises.

"Peter, make me fucking cum! I'm going to cum!" Peter was quiet because he was so scared he might get caught. He thrust faster and deeper, the pace he was going was a little inhumane.

"Y/N... I'm going to cum..." He whispered quietly, his thrust getting sloppier and sloppier. He grunted feeling the pit in his stomach growing. "Fuck..."

He pulled out, spurting his hot white cum on her ass, painting it beautifully. Y/N was beyond tired, she never knew he could fuck like that. Peter then did an act of a gentleman, taking a couple of tissues in his hand and wiped his cum off.

"Was I good? Was I good for the first time?"

"It was... I don't know... You'd have to fuck me again, just to be sure"

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blackout poetry of the goldfinch by donna tartt

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Meanwhile, in Spain:

Spring happens and it's not photoshopped!

Actually it's this: a carpet of poplar fluff burns to reveal the grass below at the Parque del Cidacos de Calahorra, Spain.

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This porno didn’t fuck around

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i found a christian retelling of the first harry potter book and it claims that birthdays are unholy and are made up

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Who Do You Belong To?

[jj maybank] x [reader]

content: nsfw (trigger warning!)

warnings: angst, fighting, sexual assault (groping), oral (male receiving), face-fucking, unprotected sex, marking kink, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, creampie

description: when Pope and JJ start taking too long just go pee, Kie and Reader come to the rescue, but when Rafe touches his girl… 

- this is my first time writing smut, please be patient - 

words: 3.6k

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After everything thats happened in the past few days, the kooks just had to host the OBX Movie Series. Kie dragged you to the outing, hoping for a little time to relax. The whole crew was there except for John B., cause well; he’s John B. He does what he wants, so you didn’t even question his absence. After setting our stuff down, Kie left to grab drinks for the boys, and you sat down between JJ’s legs. You had only been secretly dating for two months, but he meant more to you than anything else in the world. He was absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep while talking to Pope. Surprisingly, the other Pogues hadn’t found out about your relationship, and you definitely haven’t been the most discreet. Kiara comes back looking distraught, handing them their drinks, looking down and you and raising her eyebrows at your position.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ‘Tell your boy that we know what he did.’ What is that?” She shook her head, obviously not amused by the interaction she just experienced with that kook asshole. The Pope’s eyes widen as she sits down on the blanket, looking over at JJ. He hums and responds.

“Where is he?” Kie motions behind us where Rafe and Topper are standing, clearly satisfied with their scare tactic. Pope turns in his chair, staring at them as they smirk their damn signature privileged smirks.  “Great, the whole death squad.”

JJ pulled his head forward, telling him to stop staring, then starts rambling about how he’s ‘coming out swinging’ if they corner him. You looked at Kiara who had a confused look on her face. You tried to interrupt them. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here,” JJ said, reaching around you to grab his bag. Your eyes widened, looking at Kie.

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!” Kie questioned JJ, and he was quick to shoot it down, saying ‘everything’s fine’.

“Wow, JJ, real convincing,” you looked up at him, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, I love that JJ. Founding Principle, you guys. No secrets amongst pogues! What is JJ talking about?” Kie asked. You pulled away from JJ, turning your body around to look at the two boys. They looked between each other before Pope reluctantly leans over to Kie, mumbling, “It might go down tonight.”

“What does that mean?” Kie asked, looking over at you for help. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“JJ, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t me, it was Pope!” he snapped, his eyes going wide, realizing that he slipped up on their little secret. You scoffed, Pope, the scholar student, one of the most innocent teens you’ve ever met, did something? “Yeah, okay.”

Your sarcasm seeped through the air, the boys became quiet, and Kie continued to question them. Taking a look back at the kooks, seeing they were still staring directly into the back of Pope’s head. Maybe he did do something, but this boy was scared of even getting on the boat with the Pogues, there had to be a logical reason that he did something. Either that or there was some inside influence— JJ.

Your imagination wondered, the movie on the screen cutting on, catching your attention. You laid down on the blanket, getting comfortable on the grass, your hand holding up your head while laying on your side.

Halfway through the movie, the boys excuse themselves to take a leak. You were so immersed into the movie but as soon as JJ got up, you couldn’t focus anymore. You couldn’t relax until he was back with you, it was just this aura that he spread over to you. He wanted to protect you, and you wanted to protect him.

Minutes ticked by slowly, raising your awareness and anxiety. You sat up and looked at Kie, shaking her leg to get her attention. “There’s something wrong. They’ve been gone for like 5 minutes, and unless they had to take a shit behind a tree, it shouldn’t take them that long to pee.”

She nodded her head, grabbing JJ’s bag which he had left behind and the both of you snuck around behind the movie screen. Pope was fighting was Topper, JJ being held back and punched in the stomach and the face. Kie quickly ran and hit Topper with the bag, yelling at him and jumping on his back. You jumped into action as well, anger boiling inside of you as you ran up behind Rafe and kicking him in the balls. He stumbled, turning around and you rammed your fist into his nose, earning a groan from him.

“Thatta girl!” JJ yelled, fighting out of Kelce’s grip and side hooking him, knocking him back. Topper was able to throw Kie off of his back. “This isn’t about you, Kiara! Stay out of it!”

Your leg swiped out behind Rafe, wiping him out as you got on top of him, straddling his legs and spitting in his face. He smirked and laughed at you, only fueling you more, and you drove your elbow into his chest, knocking the air out of him. He somehow gains enough strength to flip you over, pinning you down on he ground as you squirmed. JJ yells your name, running to help but is caught again by Kelce and held back. 

“Don’t fucking touch her!” JJ snapped, pulling as hard as he could to try to get away from the boy holding him back. Rafe looks down at you and chuckles, hand going around your throat. You struggle for air and slap his forearm over and over. You hear Pope being choked by Topper beside you, and you try to turn your head to see him, trying to cry out his name. 

“Pope!” JJ yelled for his friend, then started yelling for you. “Get the hell off of her, Rafe! I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?”

“You’re a little spitfire aren’t you, hun?” he smirks down at you, amused at your struggling state. “He’s real protective of you…” he looked over at JJ, trying to get his footing, still trying to pull away. Tears started forming in your eyes as your airway was being cut off so harshly. “Wonder what he would do if…”

Rafe’s free hand wandered down your body, stopping at your breasts. He gave them a light squeeze, looking over to see JJ’s reaction. “You fucking kook! Get off of her! She doesn’t deserve this!”

“S-s-stop…” you grappled for words, not being able to get them out.

Behind you, the movie screen exploded in flames, Rafe quickly letting go of you as a hole burned through the screen, exposing the scene behind it. People started screaming, getting up and running back from the fire. 

“Get off of him! Kelce get off of JJ!” Kie yelled at them, watching them let go. Pope fell onto his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air. You toiled to regain oxygen in your lungs, JJ running up beside you, grabbing your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey baby, look at me. I’m right here,” he checked your neck to see the red marks that Rafe had left on it, knowing they would be bruised by the morning. Tears ran out of your eyes as you looked at him, lifting yourself up to hug him tightly. You held on to him with dear life, like he would slip through your fingers if you let go even in the slightest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry- fuck, I’m gonna kill him.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you assured him. You were trying to take some of the edge off of the situation, even though your neck was throbbing from being held so tightly. Blood that had been restricted rushed back into your brain, making you lightheaded. “Pope- is Pope okay?”

JJ helped you stand up, holding your waist until he knew you were steady. Your vision cleared and you saw Kie helping him up, putting his hat back on. You and JJ walked over to him, showing support. “You okay? We’re okay.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Pope chuckled lightly at Kiara. 

“She saved our asses though,” you spoke up, grinning at her. You mouthed a thank you as you all started walking away to go home. You turned your attention to JJ when the group split apart, you and JJ walking together. You looked up at him, and you could have sworn you felt a second heartbeat in your pussy. He looked so hot right then, his pupils dilated with anger and his face stern. You decided it was probably best to not leave him alone tonight, not angry, he might try to do something stupid. Not like your mom cares if you come home or not anyway. 

“Hmm, how about we go back to John B.’s and cool down?” you grabbed his bicep, trying to calm him down a little. He nodded and you made your way to the chateau.

The whole way there, JJ was fuming, his fists tight, knuckles turning white. You took hold of his hand, trying to get him to release some of the tension. “JJ, it’s not worth being mad over… It’s Rafe, I should have expected it.”

“That no good, dirty bastard. He touched you in a way that only I am allowed to touch you, because you are mine. You understand me? He doesn’t get to just do that to you and walk away feeling accomplished.” You felt the heat between your legs grow when he said that, his voice rough and hair disheveled, looking like a God. “I get to be mad at him, he touched my girl. He could have killed you!”

You stop in the middle of the street, tugging on his hand to halt him from his movements. “He could have, but he didn’t. I’m right here, and I’m all yours. Only yours. I would never let anyone else touch me the way you do, and you know damn well no one can make me feel the way that you do.” You gave him a sincere look, then reaching up to his ear to whisper, “Rafe especially can’t make me scream like you do.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, the anger in his eyes softening, immediately hardening again with lust. He smirked at you, now leaning down to your height as he gently traced over the shell of your ear with his tongue. “You’re gonna be doing more than screaming tonight, baby girl.”

He dragged you into the chateau, pushing you down onto the pull out sofa in John B.’s living room, moving to hover over you. One of his legs pushed in between yours to separate them and he pulled you in to a passionate kiss. The aching between your legs grew more noticeable as he pushed you deeper into the couch, his arms on either side of your head. 

“JJ, please,” you begged when he pulled away to kiss down your neck. He gave open mouth kisses to the side of it, then biting and sucking on your sweet spot. You knew the hickeys he gave you tonight were going to be severely noticeable in the morning, but in that moment, that’s all you wanted. You wanted him to mark you and prove to everyone that you were his and that no one could mess with you. 

Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up a little so he would get the hint. He broke the kiss and sat back, peeling off his shirt and doing the same thing to yours. He attacked your chest with love bites, kissing your nipples over your bra. The warmth of his mouth excited you. “Get up and strip for me so I can see whats mine.”

He rolled over and plopped next to you as you stood up, unhooking your bra. You let it slowly slide down your arms before working on the zipper of your jean shorts. You pulled them down teasingly, turning around and bending over for your ass for be on display. “I said strip, not tease.” He groaned, palming his cock over his shorts. You stepped closer to him, pushing your panties down to the ground. Your legs swung over his lap, straddling him. You whimpered when you felt the rough fabric of his shorts rubbing against your clit. You tried to grind against him, desperately chasing that friction, but he grabbed your hips harshly.

“You don’t get to be in control. I’ve got to show you who you belong to,” he flipped you over, your legs going around his waist and heels digging into his back. You struggled to get his pants off with your feet, your hands going to the waistband to pull them down. He grabbed them in one hand, pinning them above your head. He pulled them down, his cock straining against his boxers. You moaned, your hips lifting up trying to meet his in the middle. His hand pushed your hips back down into the springy mattress. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Please, JJ, just do something,” you pleaded, your hips bucking up once again. He growled against your skin, kissing your breasts, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. “Mark me up, fuck me, show me who I belong to. Please.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, kissing down your stomach, stopping when he got to your pussy. He released you hands and spread your legs, sucking on you inner thighs, kissing them after. He got closer and closer to your heat, but still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you craved. You were tired of the teasing and you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him into you. He slapped your hands away, looking up devilishly. “Shouldn’t have done that baby girl.”

You groaned and he held your hands down by your sides, kneeling on the ground in front of you. He flattened his tongue and ran a long stripe up your pussy, not letting it touch your clit. He adjusted you and put your legs over his shoulders, letting go of your arms again. He reached down to your cunt, fingers slipping around in your arousal. Once he flicked over your sensitive clit, you jerked. “Jay, please. I need you so bad.”

“Not yet, baby. I told you that you don’t get control, and you forced it. This is punishment.”

His fingers toyed with your opening for a minute, finally slipping a finger into your tight cunt. You moaned in relief, feeling his tongue being placed on your clit. He licked you softly, eliciting a louder moan from you. “JJ…”

“Be quiet or I’ll stop,” he lifted his head, looking up at you. Your eyes were hooded, a blush was flush on your cheeks, and your mouth hung open. Your breathing became erratic as he continued his punishment on you, biting down on your fist to force yourself to stay quiet. You didn’t want him to tease you, but you also didn’t want him to stop.

His mouth finally closed around your clit, sucking it harshly, tongue poking out to lick it. He moved his finger inside you agonizingly slow and your hand reached down to pull his hair. He moaned, the vibrations sending a shock wave through you. Your mouth fell open when he pushed another finger into you, going faster this time. A whimper came from your throat, signaling you were close. JJ was the only one who ever made you feel so euphoric; you were like putty in his hands when it came to sex and you both loved it. He had total control over you, and you let him do anything he wanted to you. 

His tongue stopped it’s attack on your pussy, slowly pulling his fingers out making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He put on into his mouth and moaned, relishing in the sweet taste. “You taste so good, baby. Here, taste yourself.”

You opened your mouth and he slipped the other finger in, your mouth closing and sucking around it harshly. Your cheeks hollowed around it, your tongue swirling around his fingertip. He groaned at the sight of you, his head rolling back. He pulled his finger out of your mouth, grabbing your face in his hand. He kissed you ruthlessly, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned, the sound muffled by his lips. He moved away from you, pulling his pants down and kicking them to the side. 

 “Get on your knees baby.” You obliged, placing your hands on his chest and sliding down to sit on your heels. He pushed his boxers down to his ankles. “Suck.”

You looked up at him, grabbing the shaft of his dick with just enough pressure to make him groan. You licked the tip, your tongue flicking up and down on his slit. The salty taste of his precum made you moan around him, taking him into your mouth. A sigh fell from his lips and his hands went to your hair. He tugged, making you groan in pleasure, excited to give him more. You relaxed your throat and slid all the way down, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone. One hand came up to rest on his thigh while the other played with his balls. You pulled back for air, spitting out the drool that had collected in the back of your throat. You pumped your hand on his dick, trying to spread the spit, going back down to suck midway. Your hand twisted around him while your cheeks hollowed, the hand on the back of your head holding your hair tighter. 

His hips jolted forward, hitting the back of your throat making you gag. He continued to fuck your mouth, moaning when you gagged on his tip.

“Fuck baby, I love it when you gag on my cock.” The dirty talk caused you to moan, the warmth between your legs spreading. Your hands fell down into your lap as he pulled your hair into a ponytail, pushing your head to meet his thrusts. You focused on breathing and relaxing your throat, moaning around him. You reluctantly pushed his hips back for air, gasping as you stroked his cock. “Okay baby, you ready for me?”

You nodded in excitement, finally about to get the release you deserved. You stood up and JJ pushed you onto the bed, flipping you over. 

“All fours.” He ordered. You lifted yourself up onto your forearms and your knees, arching your back for him. His hands roamed your body before reaching your ass, squeezing it. He gave you a good spank, causing you to moan and grasp the sheets beneath you. “Such a pretty little slut for me, huh? Tell me who you belong to baby girl.”

“You, JJ, I belong to you,” you moaned out. You were desperate to be fucked and JJ could see that, so he let you have it. His cock slid up and down your slit, gathering your arousal to make it easier to slip in. He adjusted quickly and grabbed your hips, pushing his dick into you slowly. You whimpered when he bottomed out in you, pushing back into him to show him that you were ready. He slapped your ass one more time before pulling out, only leaving the tip inside you before slamming back in. 

He set a unrelenting pace, fucking you hard and fast. Your face pressed into the mattress, moans being muffled by the fabric. JJ grabbed your hands and pulled them behind you, using them as his momentum to fuck you harder. He pulled you back into him while he pounded into you, your moans soon turning into screams. “That’s right baby, come on. Scream for me. Show me who you belong to.”

“Fuck, JJ!” you screamed as he grabbed you hair, pulling you up so your back would be against his chest. 

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum all over my dick?” he moaned into your ear, slamming up into you. You nodded harshly, chasing your release.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned out. It was spur of the moment, and you hoped he hadn’t realized but he just continued to fuck you into oblivion. He didn’t say anything, so you assumed he hadn’t heard it. 

“Cum with me, baby,” he moaned, feeling your cunt clench around him. Your entire body started to shake as the knot in your stomach unravelled, leaving you a quivering and moaning mess. The pornographic sounds coming from you and sound of the skin slapping on skin made him go into overdrive. He pushed deep inside you, stilling as his seed spilled into you. “God, fuck, baby.”

You stayed like that for a little bit, both coming down from your intense highs. Your legs were still shaking beneath you, threatening to drop you on your stomach. As soon as JJ pulled out, you fell down onto the couch, trying hard to catch your breath. The pull out shook beside you as JJ laid down, pulling you into him. You cover both of you with the blanket hanging over the edge of the couch, nuzzling into him. He cleared his throat.

“So… daddy huh?” He asked you. You knew he was smirking behind you, and you rolled over, your cheeks heating up significantly. You knew he was never going to let you live that down, whether he liked it or not. 

“Don’t mention it.”

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this is going to sound dumb but does anyone else feel like they have good and bad face days? like some days i’ll look in the mirror and be like ‘yes my face is kind of attractive’ and then others i’m like ‘did i get hit in the face with a frying pan or something’

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“before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.

if you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”

- Soledad Francis

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some of you need to be told to shut the fuck up more

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I’m not seeing anyone talk about the fact that Marvel just cast Alaqua Cox - a deaf Native American actress - to play Echo in the Hawkeye series, so...

(you can totally reblog this)

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I wish everyone would admit that classic literature is inherently difficult to read, and that you shouldn’t feel stupid if you don’t “get it”. Especially the dark academia/ classic lit fandoms and stuff. Like unless you have the vocabulary and pop culture knowledge of an 18th century nobleman, it’s going to be a tough read. It’ll take you longer to read; you’re not stupid if you’ve spent several months on a single book! And you don’t have to enjoy everything. It’s okay if you got bored after one chapter of Wuthering Heights, and couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. It’s okay if you want to read your favourite kids book for the 10th time instead. You’re not stupid. No piece of literature is inherently better, more “important”, more “meaningful”, or more “intellectual” than another. First and foremost, read what brings you joy.

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The Harsh Reality of Teenage Girls

TW: mentions of r@pe, molesting, gr0pe.

On a hot summer day, I went downstairs wearing a blue sports bra and sweatpants. I was comfortable in my own skin because I am in my house and fresh out of the shower. No one was home yet so I took advantage of this time to do some chores. 

My mother comes home from the grocery store. Once she saw me, her mood abruptly changes. “Why are you naked? Why are only wearing a bra?” 

Obviously, this got me confused and angry simultaneously. I responded, “Why not?” 

What she says next baffles me to this point. “You’re a teenager now. You should know how to dress. What if (her boyfriend) comes home?” This shocked me. Angered me. Mind you, this is the same woman that encouraged me to not be insecure about my body because everyone’s body is unique. Now, that my self-esteem is sky-rocketing, she’s telling me to cover up because I can attract her boyfriend or any other men to grope me? 

I just don’t get it. I mean, I’m not worried about her boyfriend because he’s a good person. We’ve been living with him for almost a year. But, what she’s telling me, I can’t wear a sports bra around my house because I could get r@ped by a man? Now, that I’m a teenager? What she’s telling her own daughter is to cover up because, if something bad happens to me, it’s my fault? It’s not the person’s fault for not controlling themselves rather I was “asking for it”? 

I completely understand the harsh reality of young girls/teenagers and women in this utterly cruel society. I’ve seen women talk about walking alone, especially at night from the thought of something bad happening to them. I’ve seen a lot of young TikTokers that opened up about a family member molesting and r@ping them. It’s a tragedy people, especially children, had to experience that. And I am fortunate enough to not have that trauma in my life. I cannot imagine the trauma a person could gain from a heart-breaking and disgusting act. 

I am so sorry if you ever had to experience that. You are loved. I love you. You are not alone. You are strong and a beautiful soul. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here. Even if you don’t know me, I am a person that will listen to you and understand you. 

#story #reality #teenager #this is life #society

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May I Request: A Time Machine?

Non-Dark Masterlist

May I Request Masterlist

No under 18s thank you

Summary:

In the third addition of May I Request, our reader is out on the mean streets of Harlem kicking ass and taking down names… well, rather, making out with Steve Rogers in bars and trying to infiltrate a weapons of mass destruction dealer. Life undercover isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and tension is mounting. Thank goodness Bucky Barnes is on hand to help out with alcohol. It’s a shame no one can hold their liquor. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Enemies-To-Lovers, Banter, Angst, Steve Rogers should not drink, Steve Rogers is a drunk liability, Improper use of the Daddy Kink, Terrible Undercover Techniques, Teasing, Grinding.

Word Count: 2.7k+

Notes: Thank you @caffiend-queen​ for beta’ing like a boss. Thank you for the prompts @twittytelly​ (“Next time, say that when I’m inside you.”) and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ ( “I give you my full permission to fuck me awake in the morning.”). This series is a bloody joy to write - I hope you’re enjoying it x

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Spy work isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

The hours are terrible. The pay, unless you’re Tony Stark, is a pittance. And trying to remember your undercover character whilst living what is the beginning of a sex-dream with the man of your own filthiest thoughts, well, they didn’t teach you that at spy school.

Not that you actually went to spy school. Graduating top of your class at NYU and majoring in green technology, you hadn’t anticipated your life revolving around superheroes and analyzing data. Your only education in the art of deception was your two-week crash course with Steve literally abusing you with kale salads and ten-mile runs.

You’re not entirely sure how your ‘relationship’ had shifted from the sweet mousy librarian couple to the sexed-up, kinky-as-fuck newlyweds literally making out in dirty bars in Harlem.

It probably didn’t help that Steve had grown a glorious beard that you could literally lose hours imagining yourself riding blissfully. And god, he looks good in tight jeans and even tighter t-shirts that are three sizes too small for him. And that leather jacket? Praise Jesus. Or Erskine.

He gifts you a smirk and his perfectly shaped eyebrow raises as he stops before the white ball. Leaning his ridiculously long and toned torso over the green table, he measures his cue and sinks four balls in one. Not only is the bastard stupidly beautiful he’s also unfairly amazing at playing pool.

In the corner of the dark and rundown bar, your target sits on a stool downing another shot, a pretty young woman sitting on his lap. He doesn’t look like the type of man to be in the business of weapons of mass destruction, well, at least you don’t think so.  But, as Steve keeps not-so-politely pointing out, this is not your area of expertise.

Having successfully worked his way into the inner circle, Steve had brought you in as his “ditzy girlfriend”. Your one and only job is to hack into their tech and extract what information you can without being caught.

So far, you’ve only succeeded in playing the hot and heavy couple.

Keep reading

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A little video we all should take a moment to watch and think about. 

Instead of thinking about what divides us we should think about what we have in common…