#Pillow Talk

[dayniac]

Dotis and Rock … Pillow Talk

#doris day #rock hudson #pillow talk #classic movies #classic hollywood #1950s

[gdjyho]

PILLOWTALK

synopsis ; a late night , much needed, hot fück session. pure smut.

pairing ; jungkook x f!reader

warnings ; s€xual content, slapping [face and ass], crying, big d!ck jk, choking, unprotected, mentions of smoking, not really proofread, lemme know if there’s any more.

i love to hold close, tonight and always…

his doe eyes pierce right through yours, stare feeling as if it’s entering your soul. your mouth lays slightly ajar. your lips and tongue get drier by what feel is like the second. jungkook’s slender fingers snake around your battered neck and your head rests against the head board slightly leant back.

he grins ever so slightly before soaking your lips with his own spit. before you get a chance to react, his lips are smashed on yours and moving in all sorts of directions. your chests stick together and your rise up to claw at each others’ sweat clad necks. “ you’re always so good f’me” he whispers out.

jungkook roughly grips your shoulders, easily flipping your on top without breaking the intimate eye contact shared between the two of you. you feel the oxygen seep back into your lungs like a sponge from the release of your neck. in the silence of the room, he enters you with no words. his cock mauls your gummy walls as he navigates your sweet spot.

So we'll piss off the neighbors…

you fail to let out any words at the pleasure your receiving. in doing so, your whimper and moan along with a whole other string of sounds. you begin to move up and down on jungkook’s abdomen as the biting pain of his length subsides. you let out even more pornographic moans which make a melody with the sound of your crotches meeting and tearing away.

you lean down to kiss his mole under his soaked bottom lip. he kisses your forehead and praises you simultaneously. your eyes clasp shut as your brain digs up from the ecstasy jungkook gives you. it’s indescribable how deeply far in you are for the man under your body.

“you’re fucking me so good!” you tell him. the smell of the room, all stuffy drives jungkook insane. he begins to attack your neck and your back forms a snake shape and your hips move round. his dick stuffs your to the brim, forming a visible lump in your tummy. he chuckles, prodding the hill he’s made. your toes curl as you feel your climax.

you fight it, wanting him to fill you up first. his face scrunches up into and unreadable expression. he’s gonna fill me up you think. you chuckle slightly, finally getting the sweet release you’ve needed from him. you grip his sleeve of tattoos tightly, as your tight hole reaches max capacity.

in the place that feels the tears..

your eyes well up like swimming pools as his cum slides around inside of you. you grind your hips harder on him insatiably. you throw your head back and groan as he does. you emotionally give yourself up to him, submitting yourself to jungkook and become completely vunerable.

“ahhhhh princess look at you milking me” he sort of slurs out, being drunk on pleasure and your mixed juices. he slowly and dreadfully pulls out and places you on your side of the bed. he gets up and strides along to your en suite. your smile as you get the perfect view of his god-sent ass.

after some cluttering is heard and cupboards close, he walks out and reaches for his black calvin klein briefs. he slips back next to you, creating a dip in the bed. he toys at your bangs, swirling and twisting what’s not dampened by sweat. “oh baby. if only you knew how cute you were”

he grabs his phone from the low nightstand and steals a picture of you and fucked out and cheesing at the camera while trying to grab his phone from him. “jungkook !” you laugh out, while he pins your hands back down. he laughs at his ability to easily control and power over you.

yeah, reckless behavior

he pecks you before getting up and lighting stray cigarette from the nightstand and placing it in between his lips. jungkook has to flick the lighter a few times before managing to make a spark. he inhales before blowing out a pillar of fog into the room. you pinch it out from between his lips and place the dampened stick between your lips.

it swirls around in your lungs for a short amount of time before you let the air loose. he opens the window, letting the various smells exit the room. you get up and move closer to him. you step infront of jungkook and he sneaks his hands around your waist. his lips meet your neck softly and withdraw along with a sloppy trail. you sigh in satisfaction.

it’s our paradise and it's our war zone.

- quickly crafted this one. 😶

#jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts #bts smut #bts x reader #kpop #smutty #jungkook oneshot #smut #foryopage #pillow talk

[vintage-tigre]

#anna karina #60s film #french girl #tied up #aesthetic #vintage #style #old school cool #60s icons #60s fashion #60’s pinup #60s aesthetic #bedroom #pillow talk #handcuffs #love #desire #couples #kiss

[vietlad]

Rock Hudson on the phone in Pillow Talk (1959) dir. Michael Gordon

#classicfilmcentral #classicfilmsource #classicfilmblr #useralex #userjonah #gifs #userbbelcher #filmgifs #vietlad #userdeforest #userairam #userpedro #uservienna #uservintage #ritahayworrth #usermichi #rock hudson #pillow talk #1950s

[xlllleda]

He loves the sound of Cas's voice echoing off his back

″ …Dean, heavy '″

#spn #supernatural #spn fanart #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #cas #casdean #deancas #destiel fanart #pillow talk #voice

[dollettegirls]

Michaela Jaé Rodriguez for Charlotte Tilbury Pillow Talk campaign, 2023

#Michaela Jaé Rodriguez #charlotte tilbury #pillow talk #coquette aesthetic #vintage #60s #dollette #it girl #girl boss

[daisies-daydreams]

Hi!! May I request some fluff with John Price? Him and the reader (his wife) just having a pillow talk late at night when neither of them can sleep? Tysm! Love your blog💗

Pairing: Husband!John Price x Wife!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: A Pinch of Angst Word Count: 1k+

Author’s Note: Aw, you’re so sweet. 😊 Thank you for your request! I’d be more than happy to write some fluff about Price and his lovely wife. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI (I know it's fluff, but I'm still putting it here)

You groaned quietly, wanting to shove your pillow into your face. You’ve been tossing and turning beneath the covers for what’s felt like hours. You glanced over at the dim light of your alarm clock.

1:05 AM

You gripped the sheets between your fingers, nostrils flaring with irritation. Ironically, you’ve been exhausted all day and couldn’t wait to crawl into bed with your husband, John. Now here you were, wide awake and twiddling your thumbs. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a rough hand lay on top of your head. You hummed as John rubbed your hair between his long fingers, the pleasant sensation calming you instantly.

“What’s wrong, love?” he whispered, with voice hoarse with exhaustion. You sighed and turned to face him. His rugged features were mostly shrouded in darkness, though you could still make out his deep, cerulean eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” you grumbled. He grunted as he continued to brush his fingertips through your hair.

“Me neither,” John admitted with a quiet chuckle. You smiled, your vexation melting away as he shifted closer to you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he questioned, his hand now stroking down your cheek. You twisted your lips, rummaging through the corners of your mind. You made a small noise when one thought finally stood out.

“I haven't read-let alone watched anything in a while. Been too busy with...well, everything," you laughed exasperatedly. He smiled and exhaled through his nose.

“Isn’t that the truth. It’s been a pretty hectic month for the both of us,” he commented. You nodded, twirling your finger in the sheets. John had been away on a month-long mission while you had your own tasks to attend to back at home. Life didn’t stop while he was gone. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes flicking up to his face as you shifted your focus.

“What about you, hun? Read anything new since you got back?” you asked as you moved to prop your head up with your arm. John’s brows raised while he scratched his chin.

“Hm…I don't know. I think you’d find it rather boring,” he hummed amusedly. You tilted your head and squinted your eyes.

“Try me,” you poked your finger at his side. John chuckled.

“Well, if you insist. Today, I just started reading Game to Coarse: An In-Depth Guide to Fly-Fishing,” he replied. You quirked a brow. He laughed, his broad shoulders bouncing while the corners of his eyes crinkled. “Told you,” he chuckled. You pursed your lips.

“In the years we’ve been together, I never knew you had a penchant for fly-fishing,” you said. John gave you an incredulous look.

“Really? It’s a fascinating hobby-well, it’s more of an art, I’d say. It’s no wonder Izaak Walton called it ‘The Contemplative-” his words were cut off when he watched your face fall into your plush pillow. A sudden snore erupted from your lips. “Love?” he asked with knitted brows. You remained limp, your breathing steady. You suddenly tilted your head to the side. Your face was plastered with a wide, mischievous grin. John blinked before erupting into a fit of hearty laughter.

“Cheeky little thing,” he chuckled. You giggled while he snaked his hands around your waist.

“John!” you squealed when your husband suddenly pulled you closer to him. You blushed as he pressed light kisses along the side of your face. His thick beard and mutton chops tickled your soft skin as he moved down towards your chin. The smell of cigar ash and aftershave, the smell of him, made you sigh happily. John slid his face back to look at you. His eyes were soft and full of warmth, his chapped lips slightly parted.

“What?” you giggled. His smile grew before he leaned forward, pressing his lips tenderly to yours. You sighed, letting your eyes close while you reached your hand around to splay across his taut upper back. Your lips caressed each other sweetly, the world melting away with each second that passed. John pulled himself away, one of his hands coming around to tenderly cup your cheek. Your pupils were blown as both of you parted.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. Your face burned as your heart skipped a beat.

“John…” you breathed. Your husband smiled before planting another deep kiss on your lips. He felt like sunlight pouring across your skin, warming you to the bones.

“Seriously, how’d a bloke like me end up with such an amazing, gorgeous woman?” John thought aloud. You arched your brows before pressing your cheek into his hand.

“Don’t say that. You’re a catch yourself, you know,” you winked. He chuckled, taking your other hand and kissing each of your knuckles individually.

“You flatter me, sweetheart,” John hummed. Your heart nearly burst at the seams at your pet name. His eyes suddenly seemed distant as he scanned your face, his smile falling. You frowned.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. His hand grew tense on your cheek as he swallowed a lump in his throat. He was quiet for a few moments, the words coming to him slowly.

“I…I’m just so happy, love,” John sniffed. Your eyes widened. You’ve only seen your husband cry twice: first at your wedding and second after a mission where he nearly lost one of his men. You slid your hands along his cheeks, wiping away the hot tears that trickled down his worn face. Both of his hands came up and gently wrapped around the back of your palms.

“I’m so happy. Happy that out of all the men in the world, you’ve chosen me,” John smiled before placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. You reflected his expression, eyes soft and half-lidded. “Happy that I have an incredible and loving wife to come back to after each mission,” he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. John studied you carefully, as if he were taking a picture with his eyes, wishing to capture every small detail. You beamed as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Happy that despite all the times I have to leave you to go on those long, grueling missions, you always choose to stay,” John said with a shaky breath. Tears began to spill from your own eyes as your lip quivered.

“Of course I’m staying, John,” you cried. You shuffled forward, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace. You felt his body relax in your hold. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you,” you swore. He released a long, heavy sigh as he rested his face in the crook of your neck. His own arms came around to envelope you, surrounding you with a tender warmth.

The air was still and silent between you two as you held each other. He mindlessly traced his fingers along your back as you felt your body grow heavier with sleep. You squeaked when he rolled over, resting your body on top of his. You could feel your heart skip a beat while your mind began to drift from consciousness. He stared up at you with a deep sense of wonder before kissing you again.

“I love you, (Y/N),” John whispered. You smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too, John,” you breathed. It didn’t take long for both of you to fall asleep, now that you were safe and secure in each other’s arms.

____

Thank you for reading! ❤️

#john price call of duty #captain john price #john price mw2 #john price #john price x female reader #john price x y/n #john price x you #captain john price x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #john price fluff #call of duty fluff #cod fluff #captain john price x you #captain john price x y/n #price cod #cod #call of duty #fluff #pillow talk #wife reader #x y/n #x reader #reader insert #reader request

[ladybegood]

Doris Day and Rock Hudson photographed by Bob Willoughby for Pillow Talk (1959)

#doris day #rock hudson #bob willoughby #pillow talk #vintage #old hollywood #ladybegoodscan

[iconsfinder]

#adam dimarco #adam dimarco icons #icons adam dimarco #boys #boys icons #male icons #males icons #twitter stuff #twitter icons #icons #icons without psd #the white lotus #hbo #albie di grasso #the good doctor #chilling adventures of sabrina #pillow talk #the magicians #the order

[dayniac]

Doris and Rock … Pillow Talk

#doris day #rock hudson #pillow talk #classic movies #classic hollywood #1950s

[when-life-gives-you-lemons-if]

When your MC is in a new town, investigating a serial killer, but something good is playing on the TV of the town's Café. 👀

#pillow talk #patreon #crossover #visual novel

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Mine

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: T, they're naked but not up to anything.

Word count: 1,333

Summary: A quiet conversation in bed, after Jason and her spend the night together for the first time.

Masterlist

They lay naked and sprawled around each other on Jason’s bed. The sweat on their skin had cooled and the soft sheets were tangled haphazardly. 

He felt more relaxed than he had been in years. 

He lay crossways from Andy, while she sat against the headboard, dyed a soft gold in the half-light of the table lamp. His head rested on one of her thighs while the other leg was carelessly slung across his chest, bent at the knee. He draped an arm over the calf in front of him, enjoying the softness of her skin. She played with his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and drawing contented little hums from him. 

She kept threatening to go shower but had made no move to leave. Good. He had no desire to let her go, or any intention of moving at all within the next twelve hours.

He had been so afraid if he made a move it would all be ruined. Their friendship tarnished with the awkwardness of a boundary clumsily stumbled over with no way back. 

Yet here she was, hair mussed and body languid in his bed, leisurely inspecting the book on his bedside table. 

He had never been inclined to half measures. In for a penny. 

“Be mine,” he said. 

She looked up from Scalzi’s Old Man’s War. “Okay.” 

He had expected demurring. Hesitation. Rejection’s kinder faces. 

“Only mine,” he said, wary. He’d had his flings. Rose showed up every now again for a good time. But just about everyone he’d ever been with had been with Dick first, and usually again after. He didn’t want that this time. 

She put the book down and looked at him with slight consternation. 

“Jason, I’ve been yours alone for a while now.” 

His eyebrows rose.

She scoffed. “And here I was worried I was pathetically obvious and you were just being gracious.”

“...I didn’t want to assume.”

She smiled at him. Then she blinked and spoke quickly, “Not that I was just hanging out to get laid. Your friendship means the world to me, if this doesn’t work out I am still going to care about you.”

“I know that.” He idly rubbed her leg, massaging her thigh. He’d had dreams about these legs. He always woke up feeling like he’d crossed a line. “But you said you weren’t interested in anything. With anyone.” 

“Sure, two years ago. What about you? I thought you didn’t want anything either.”

He shrugged. “It was easy to say that before what I wanted was right in front of me.” He tilted his head, looking up at the ceiling. “When we met, I didn’t have a civilian life. Jason Todd existed only in the sense that Red Hood had to sleep sometimes.”

The hand in his hair curled gently against his scalp. “And now?” 

“I don’t want to live like that anymore.”

“So what do you want? From me?”

He looked sideways, eyes tracing up her leg, over a thatch of curls he was now on good terms with, and up her naked chest to her face. He quirked an eyebrow.

She hit him with a pillow.

He laughed.

“Besides that,” she groused, pulling the pillow back and tucking it behind her. “We spend so much time together that my friends are convinced we’ve been banging all year anyway.”

“...Are they?”

“I, uh, may have shot down Chelsea with more vehemence than necessary when she asked for your number.”

He grinned. “Jealous already, sweets?”

“I wasn’t jealous. I was… invested.” 

“Sure. Is that what we’re calling it now?”

She sighed and slouched some more. She looked so good, relaxed like this, so unaffected. He spent too much time around hyper-competent, over-trained paranoid maniacs who couldn’t relax if their life counted on it. He counted among them. The only reason she hadn’t complained about the gun strapped to the headboard that had to be digging into her back was because she was wonderful.

“I swear I didn’t mean to give her the impression we were dating. I got waspish and she drew her own conclusions.” 

Guilt twinged in his chest. He rubbed circles into her skin with his thumb. 

“You remember that guy who used to be in your study group? Scraggly ginger beard, shared a history paper?” 

She tilted her head in thought for a second. “Ed.”

“He liked to talk about all the things he wanted to do to you when it was just guys in the room.”

“Oh.” she scowled. “Gross.” 

She didn’t need to know the graphic fantasies he described, or the black rage Jason felt at the knowing little smirks shared with the other men she hung out with. People who called themselves her friends. 

 “I chased him off. Gave him the impression you and I were something more than we were.” 

The hand in his hair stopped moving. “Did you just?”

“He was a dog. No respect for any woman.”

“Ah. But he respected the threat of an angry boyfriend?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted. 

“High-handed of you,” she commented. “When I stop feeling all warm inside I’m probably going to be annoyed about that.” 

He kissed her knee. “Sorry I told a creep that if he ever talks about my girl like that again I’ll break his jaw.” 

“I–No you’re not,” she said, a hand over her mouth to ineffectually hide a smile.

“Na, I’m not. I meant it then and I mean it now. Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like it when I’m possessive?”

“Hm. Probably too late to make it convincing.”

“Much too late.” He’d been made emphatically, delightfully, aware of how much she liked it when he called her his less than an hour ago.

He twisted and climbed up her body, resting between her legs. She grazed her hands down his sides as he dragged himself up to her head. Her skin pressed against his felt so good and warm. It wasn’t errotic, but it was profoundly intimate. He looked up into her eyes. 

“My girlfriend doesn’t have to fend for herself. I won’t tell you what to do, but I get to tell fuckheads to look elsewhere or have their eyes removed. That’s what I want. Let me take care of you the best I can.” 

She breathed a light, “oh.” She traced his scarred eyebrow. “Okay.”

He leaned up and kissed her. 

It felt so natural. He liked doing that very much. 

She pulled back a moment later, and looked him square in the eye. “I want you to give my number to whoever you go to for your emergency, middle of the night surgeries.”

He cocked his head. “I’ll call you if anything happens.”

“And if you can’t? This has been eating me since I found out you’re Red Hood. If anything happened to you, how would I know? Would I ever know?” She blinked quickly, a sudden influx of emotion in her eyes he hadn’t been expecting. “I can’t protect you. You don’t need my protection. That doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

He rested his forehead on hers. 

It was against Bat protocol. It put a huge amount of faith in her and demanded trust from him that left him feeling exposed and aching in a number of directions. 

He’d already made his decision. 

“Leslie Thompkins. The clinic in the Alley. I’ll have you added as an emergency contact. And Alfred already has your details, I’ll tell him you’re the first call when I’m seriously injured.” 

“Thank you,” she breathed. 

He kissed her again. 

“Okay,” she said, when they parted. 

“Okay.” 

He slid his head into the crook of her neck. Her arms hung loosely over his back and he wormed his around her waist, between her and the headboard. His eyes closed. 

“I’m gonna go have a shower,” she said, letting her head roll backwards. 

“Sure you are,” he said, not moving. “Off you go.”

“I mean it this time.”

“Uh-huh.”

They fell asleep together soon after. 

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#Jason loves with his whole heart #he doesn't know how to be any other way #pillow talk #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #my fanfic #dc #for the hell of it #fluff

[ladykissingfish]

Hidan: Hey, Kakuzu … how many pennies do you think could fit in this room?

Kakuzu: Do you mean rolls of pennies, or loose?

Hidan: Loose.

Kakuzu: Stacked in floor-to-ceiling piles or a scenario where the roof and windows open up and pennies pour in randomly in all directions until the room is full?

Hidan: Damn, does it make a difference?

Kakuzu: Yes, because I think that stacking them neatly will allow more space and therefore —

Sasori, through the wall: Can you two please shut up? I’ve been trying to get Deidara to go to sleep for an hour now!

Deidara: Hey, I’m not a baby, hm! 

Deidara, through the wall: Hidan, why are you being so cheap? Why didn’t you ask how many quarters can fill the room?

Kakuzu: Oooh, I like that scenario better. Let’s talk about that.

Hidan: What would you rather have; a room filled completely with quarters, or one nickel for every time you’ve ever blinked since you were born?

Deidara: How many times does a person blink?

Kakuzu: I believe I read once that a human blinks close to five hundred and ninety million times in their lifetime. What’s that times five?

Deidara, getting out of bed: Let me get a calculator, hm!

Sasori: I hate this house.

#kakuhida #kakuzu x hidan #🖤🖤 #sasodei #sasori x deidara #❤️💛 #kakuzu #hidan #deidara #sasori #pillow talk #real bedtime conversations I’ve had with my siblings

[babiedeer]

#me #selfie #blue grey eyes #grey blue eyes #long black hair #jet black hair #blue black hair #pillow talk

[nitewrighter]

Could you do pillow talk with Bap and Lifeweaver?

LifeWeaver: *trailing a finger on a scar on Baptiste's leg* And where did you get this one?

Baptiste: Caribbean Coalition. I got dragged underwater by this... omnic robot squid thing.

LifeWeaver: With suckers?

Baptiste: With suckers.

LifeWeaver: *wincing sound* Ooh...

Baptiste: I got out fine with my team. I got the Mami Wata tattoo not long after... felt appropriate, I guess.

LifeWeaver: And she's a healer, too.

Baptiste: Mm... Hadn't really thought of it that way, at the time.

LifeWeaver: *pointing to a scar on Baptiste's ribs* Okay, where'd you get this one?

Baptiste: Ah that one's from... I'm not really ready to talk about that one.

LifeWeaver: ...Talon?

Baptiste: *nod*

LifeWeaver: Okay, tell you what, I'll point to a scar, and if it's a Talon scar, you can just make a buzzer sound and we'll move on.

Baptiste: A buzzer sound?

LifeWeaver: You know... 'EHHHHH.'

Baptiste: *hesitantly* Okay...

LifeWeaver: *points to scar*

Baptiste: EEHHH.

LifeWeaver: *points to different scar*

Baptiste: EHHH.

LifeWeaver: *points to different scar*

Baptiste: EHHH.

LifeWeaver: Jean!

Baptiste: Look, I don't know what to tell you, we got in a lot of scrapes.

LifeWeaver: So what, I just... lucked out on the first one?

Baptiste: Yeah, actually, I was honestly impressed.

#fanteractions #pillow talk #bapweaver

[theghostwithin5591]

".....and this one?" "Bullet. Passed right through. Werewolf case somewhere outside Nebraska."

Suptober- Day 2- Pillow Talk

I'll show you mine, you show me yours.

#suptober22 #dean winchester #castiel #mine #supernatural #destiel #suptober2022 #day2 #pillow talk #late again #dean and cas