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permanentreverie · 4 months
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the serotonin of purchasing things is unreal 💜💜
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anomalous-skink · 1 year
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Looking at the open terrarium that was gifted to me years ago, and has been gathering dust on my shelf ever since.
No. Resist
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annamonss · 2 years
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dragostᴇ ♡
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bishopfish · 4 months
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It’s not easy bein green
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kingofmyborrowedheart · 9 months
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I’m absolutely obsessed with this pot I got yesterday.
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kittievampire · 20 days
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Hear me out... You know how some people like to draw Leviathan with a long-ass, thicc tongue? How bout we see what dat tongue do? 😏😘
(love the writing, btw! Top tier Asmo and Levi content!)
HmMmMmMmmMmm I feel like Levi is an eater.
Lemme see what I have in my bag, My Dear~
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That Tongue Tho
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Warnings: Cursing, Oral (fem!receiving), Dom!PussyDrunk!Leviathan x Sub!Fem!Reader, Overstim, Levi has a long ass tongue, Levi has a forked ass tongue, Snek Levi ftw
Enjoy~
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"L-Levi!"
Your voice was high-pitched and slightly shaky, eyes spilling tears over your flushed cheeks as your head rested against the edge of his bed-tub. You moved your hips upwards in response to the nearly numbing pleasure that was Leviathan's service.
The Sin of Envy was currently feasting upon your sensitive, succulent little pussy right in his tub. With hardly any space, his legs had to rest in an awkward position, but once he got that first lick of your addictive essence, all rationale flew out the hardly-ever-opened window. He held your thighs in a vice grip, pushing them against either side of his face in hopes of suffocating while visciously eating you out. The stuttering, socially awkward otaku who seemed a bit prudish at first seemed long gone, by now. It's like he was getting intoxicated by you.
There was the way he held your thighs and abused cunt to his face as if he'd die without them, then there was the way his hips thrusted his pelvis into the blankets below the two of you for some kind of friction, then there was his tongue. His fucking tongue. Leviathan had snake-like features, this you knew, but the fact that he was hitting such deep spots within your cunny made you fucking keen.
"L-Levi I-I can't-" You tried to push his hand away, only for him to grab your wrist, purple scales beginning to form on his own. Through your fuzzy gaze, you looked down to see the demon stare you down, almost competitively. Something akin to a predator trying to scare off another predator from it's meal.
Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, and slid his long tongue out of you. "Let. Me. Eat." The next second, his demon form manifested, tail wrapping around your waist to keep you positioned as he began to mercilessly rub your puffy clit with his fingers. "I don't care if you cry. I don't care if you think you can't go on for any longer." He licked a fat stripe up your pussy. "I'm going to eat this filthy little pussy until I'm done."
Surprised by the, rather gluttonous and possessive, statements from the Avatar of Envy, you failed to immediately process his show of elongating his forked tongue as he released your hand from his grip. Your overstimulated, foggy brain realized just a moment too late what that meant for your used cunt. "Wa-" You nearly threw your head back against the edge of the tub when he shoved that thick muscle into your hole, which would've likely ended in a concussion and a massive vibe-kill for the both of you.
Leviathan's tongue traveled every inch of your soft, used walls. Deeper and deeper it traveled, and just when you think it can't go any deeper, he shoves more of it into your pussy. Your walls clenched tightly around the muscle as you whined, having felt your sixth orgasm underway. You were held tightly in place despite wanting to run away from the pleasure. Given no break, your body was forced to just take it like the good girl he wanted you to be for him.
The sin's eyes rolled back as he simultaneously ate you and humped the blankets beneath him, cock twitching in his pants with desire. His nails dug into your thighs to hold them in place as his own soft pillows as his tongue swirled deep inside of you, the wet slurping noises that escaped him making your face flush a darker shade of red.
Your legs began to twitch violently as you felt a knot begin to tighten within you, and your cunt started fluttering around his tongue as a numbing sensation traveled through your lower body. All of a sudden, it was just too fucking much. Then, you cried out in pleasure as you came hard. Your juices filled his mouth and overflowed from his lips to the blankets in the tub. Your body twitched as he continued to tongue fuck you through your high, and you let out a sigh of relief as he finally pulled away.
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. "My Henry," He cooed softly, gently rubbing one of his hands against the plush of your thigh.
"I'm not done yet. I wanna see just how deep inside of you my tongue can go. So be a good girl, keep your legs open, and take it."
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Sorry this was a bit short. Hope you enjoyed it tho!
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astrolovecosmos · 2 months
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The Planets & Random or Obscure Associations
~Sun~
Creativity, vitality, head of state, the father, games, yellow and orange clothing, articles of value, jewelry, gold, brass, power, diamonds, citrine, topaz, jasper, amber, rhodochrosite, mistletoe, almonds, citrus, succulents, sunflowers, fevers, heart, back, spine, grapes, walnuts, rice, chamomile, frankincense, juniper, saffron, marigold, rosemary, rue, palaces, towers, luxury.
~Moon~
Eternal, cycles, silver, aluminum, pearls, moonstone, opal, selenite, chest, glands, lymphatic system, nervous system, emotions, mother, ancestors, nurture, rebirth, tides, baths, ocean, brew, boat, sap, willow trees, succulents, pale color plants, white flowers, cucumber, cabbage, lettuce, melons, shellfish, pumpkins, lakes, fountains, ports, fishponds, pools, springs, sewers, dairies, toys, reflection, blankets, objects of comfort.
~Mercury~
Communication, journal, pen/pencil, any writing tools, wings, phosphorous, mercury, agate, tiger's eye, brain, nervous system, eyes, respiration, thyroid, speech, hearing, intellect, vehicles, money, bills, paper, books, pictures, parties or social gatherings, scientific instruments, butterflies, messages, mail, hazel, mulberry, myrtle, seeds, aniseed, dill, fennel, lavender, liquorice, marjoram, parsley, valerian, hazelnuts, beans, mushrooms, pomegranates, carrots, celery, libraries, schools, markets, fairs, public spaces, tennis or badminton court, studies, banks, bowling greens, offices, blue, white, or light colored flowers.
~Venus~
Love, relating, lust, high-quality fabrics, copper, bronze, sodium, malachite, tourmaline, emerald, rose quartz, kunzite, sapphire, pastels, throat, kidneys, lumber region, art, music, aesthetics, social life, fashion, jewelry, wine, pleasure, alder tree, fruit trees, paint, ash tree, birch, pomegranates, early flowering, daisy, mint, marshmallow, meadowsweet, mugwort, plantain, tansy, roses, thyme, vervain, yarrow, potatoes, strawberries, wheat, sugar, nectarines, ballrooms, bedrooms, dining room, gardens, fountains, wardrobes, theaters, looking and feeling good.
~Mars~
Lust, conquest, desire, flaming sword, red things, fights, iron, brass, bloodstone, carnelian, cinnabar, pyrite, magnetite, ruby, garnet, hematite, muscles, reproductive organs, blood, kidneys, immunity, heat, action, arms, pepper, sharp instruments, cutlery, attacks, scissors, weapons, physical intimacy, bites, stings, scalds, burns, accidents, hawthorn, pine, thorns, cactus, aloes, anemone, arnica, belladonna, garlic, ginger, hops, mustard seed, nettles, wormwood, chives, onions, leeks, radish, rhubarb, tobacco, labs, furnaces, distilleries, bakehouses, ovens, smiths, butchers, fields, anger, passion, self-focus.
~Jupiter~
Expansion, optimism, religion, religious sites, tin, seduction, turquoise, chrysocolla, topaz, citrine, jasper, liver, pancreas, pituitary gland, sciatic nerve, excess, abundance, prophecy, philosophy, knowledge, universities, foreign travel, luggage, honey, oil, silk, fruit, distinct clothing, merchandise, horses, domestic birds, gambling, indulgence, entertainment, oak, dandelion, sage, endive, chervil, asparagus, figs, churches, temples, palaces, altars, courts, mansions, woods, orchards, winery, cornucopia, connecting with the soul.
~Saturn~
Limits, boundaries, father time, lord of death, shadows, lead, iron, steel, calcium, asbestos, sulphur, diamond, onyx, calcite, skeleton, spleen, skin, teeth, nails, joints, structure, crystallization, old age, blockage, anything dark, wool, heavy materials, agriculture, wheelbarrows, spades, farm houses and buildings, cold, laws, aspen, blackthorn, buckthorn, cypress, elm, toxic plants, hemlock, henbane, belladonna, hellebore, barley, beetroot, safflower, parsnips, spinach, deserts, woods, valleys, caves, church yards, ruins, coalpits, sinks, wells, mud, institutions.
~Uranus~
Eccentrics, mavericks, invention, genius, revolution, change, trends, disruptive science or tech, uranium, magnesium, lapis lazuli, sapphire, aquamarine, azurite, chalcedony, electricity, neon lights, plaid, nervous and circulatory system, pineal gland, chaos, violence, upheaval, astrology, steam engines, coal, machinery, coins, baths, fishponds, dangerous places, computers, magnets, quantum physics, research, welfare, humanity, hypnotherapy, railways, banks, gas, psychiatric hospitals, offices, hospitals, dispensaries, fortified places, chemicals, mingled/mingling, spirit and matter.
~Neptune~
Illusions, veils, diffuse, deception, water, oceans, mysticism, enlightenment, artistic pursuit and understanding, zinc, potassium, amethyst, fluorite, jade, sugilite, coral, aquamarine, pineal gland, lymphatic and nervous system, spine, mental processes, addiction, psychoses, disease, photography, music, substances, gas, religion, poetry, mimicry, chameleon, anesthetic, telepathy, empathy, dancing, psychic gifts, places near water, hospitals, places of healing, jeweler, painters, brewers, musicians, visionary.
~Pluto~
Power, influence, darkness, new life, what's hidden underneath, seeds, volcanoes, deep earth or ocean, bury, explosions, eruptions, abduction, plutonium, smoky quartz, obsidian, jet, pearl, deep reds, reproductive organs, the unconscious, nuclear, transformation, death, birth, rebirth, underworld, riches, earthquakes, big business, murder, detection, detective, invisibility, sneak, enforced change, hidden places, underground, drains, sewers, radioactive places, the occult, black magic, sacrifice, renew.
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arabaka · 1 year
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heyyy marie I saw ur post and now I can’t stop thinking how gojo would lie and say “i’ll be fast” and reassures u he’s almost done when he’s still railing into u like u both dont have to be at work in twenty minutes :(
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*₊˚💬୧ UMM UMMMM HIIIII OMG OMG OMG
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥┆ gojo x fem!reader // mentions of makeup, gojo's a lil mean <3 ┆
"It's your fault, you know," He croons, following up with succulent nibbles on the curve of your ear, hands groping your tits over your tank top, "Getting ready lookin' like this."
You try to deny him, you really do; ignoring him is the easiest way to do it but when you lean in closer to the large bathroom mirror to make sure your mascara glides on just right, your ass just so happens to run up the massive bulge throbbing in his work pants and that's just soooo unfair of you, Gojo pouts.
That's how the mascara once freshly coating your lashes ends up on your pillow in vertical swipes and what doesn't make it on the fabric ends up streaking down your face in tears clouded gray. "Sa-Sa-Sa-" You babble hopelessly, but that only makes Gojo thrust into you harder.
His greedy hands have an airtight snare on your hips, his nails digging impassioned rings into your supple flesh as he mocks you, "Sa - Sa - Sa - c'mon, you can say it, baby."
The room rumbles with every groan, swallows up every smacking clap of his balls against your skin. "You- You said you'd be f-fast." You whimper in bits and pieces, Gojo robbing you of cognitive thought with every slam into your sopping wet core.
"Awh, baby- I just love lyin' to you."
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inezthefish · 5 days
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My Outsiders Headcanons
Warnings: None, maybe some cursing, mention of Dally being a manwhore
Ponyboy Curtis
- He 100% has a gluten allergy or is lactose intolerant
-Trips up the stairs
-He puts ranch on everything
Sodapop Curtis
-Rip Soda you would have loved Takis 😞
-He can’t add anything past 7+4 without using his hands.
-He hates spiders and screams like a little girl if he sees one.
Darry Curtis
-Makes one of those huge, itemized shopping lists.
-Will put soap in your mouth if you say a bad word
-Type of guy to be on a date with a girl and be having a nice conversation and then it’ll just be like
Girl- “So what’s your family like?”
Darry- “Well, my parents died so now I have to raise two teens on my own, and one of them ran away when his best friend killed someone last year.”
Johnny Cade
-When Soda grows out of some clothes, Darry very discreetly washes it and gives it to Johnny.
-Hates socks that go past your ankles, like he will tweak if they are past his ankles
-Loves plants, when he grows up and gets his own house he’s gonna be one of those people with hundreds of succulents and plants in their home.
Dallas Winston
-Let’s be honest, Dallas Winston probably has a couple unknown kids because bro ejaculates and evacuates.
-Cat person. 100% had tried to bring a cat into Bucks and Buck was like “Nah dude”
-He has this one pair of boots he stole from a store that he gave to Johnny when Johnny’s tennis shoes stopped fitting him
Two-Bit Mathews
-Let’s his little sister (i headcanon her to be 5 or 6) paint his nails, the gang makes fun of him for it
-Actually fire at math but just doesn’t try
-Hates only the green apples, loves all the other ones
Steve Randle
-Has said “You can’t handle the randle” unironically.
-The amount of cavities this man has from chocolate cake and not brushing his teeth
-He definitely loves white girl music, this man can sing the whole 1989 (Taylor’s Version) set list and will do so.
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chrollohearttags · 7 months
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nsfw link: nail tech!mikasa is so subby and adorable. Imagine holding her like this after a long day. Lovingly stroking her hair as she lies atop your body..half conscious because she’s so tired but refuses to fall asleep until you put her to bed. Dressed in nothing more than a crotch less onesie, she lets you unfasten the flaps so that you have easy access. So cute and vulnerable as she slowly straddles your thigh, cradled in your grasp. “Mmm…b—baby..” whimpering into the crook of your neck as you work her sweet little cunt over with that silicone toy. Her freshly done, duck bill nails grazing your skin; barely even holding on at this point. She’s writhing in pleasure, rutting her hips and letting that dildo sink inside of her creamy heat. Meanwhile, your tongues entangled in a slow, intense barrage of kisses. She tastes so incredibly sweet..her lips so soft and succulent, you can help but to gently tug them between your teeth as they tremble. She’s begging so sweetly. Begging you to keep fucking her as she straddles your leg like a helpless pup. So needy and adorable; hungry for your teasing. That sweet spot swallowing every inch of that fake dildo. “Good girl…you’re doing so good.” Cooing as you patted her head ever so gently and smirked against her lips. It truly pleased you to see her begging and sweetly crying for more. And you’d happily give her whatever she wanted. With a gentle peck planted to her temple.
“Mama’s gonna take good care of you. Don’t worry.”
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jeongin-lvr · 8 months
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ᵎ 🍶 ⊹ 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗽, 𝗒. 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇
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ᝰ✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀! 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇,𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝗌𝗎𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈, 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 / 𝖴𝖭𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖤𝖣
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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 second felt normal, not a single sound was made, not a single little grunt or whine or moan. His ever-resilient gaze didn't ever wander, not a single part of his face flinched. It made me wonder if I was even plaguing his mind the same way he plagued mine. Every second felt normal if you were only paying attention to his expressionless face, his dangling wrist that equipped a phone like it was a normal day. His eyes never changing to meet mine.
Was I the only one so drunk on lust right now?
I whimpered in his lap, hands shaking as I gripped the collar of his black button up, eyes roaming the soft fabric in desperation. The perforations in his skin from my nails in his neck and chest being the only reminder that this wasn't a dream.
"Stop whining," Jeongin tilted his head, dropping his arm with his phone in hand, eyes on me with boredom. My thighs shook alongside my hands, breathe shaky; yet there he was, face still and body language completely at ease. How was this effect only leaving me scrambled? Why was I the one making a horny fool of myself?
"Nothings even happened yet," My boyfriend mocked, dragging his slender fingers up his shirt, creasing and flattening in patterns. I watched, practically drooling over his teasing movements; completely purposeful, entirely effective, "You're already so cock-drunk, aren't you?" He smirked, slowly unbuttoning one painstakingly slow button at a time. Inch by inch revealing the succulent glow of his pale skin.
"N-no!" I protested, but the slight roll of his hips into mine made me squeak, then shamefully retreat into my own palms. Hiding my face from his mocking stare. The throb of my cunt around his dick was already sending me into a orgasmic shivers, still and barely even working. In fact, not working at all.
When he suggested the idea of cock-warming I wasn't entirely too sure what that was. But Jeongin was always gentle, open to rejection. I agreed after a short yet insightful explanation from my boyfriend, I was ecstatic to partake in the activity; except the one thing he hadn't disclosed was how fucking excruciating it would be to not move while in this position. While his dick was flush inside of me; walls closing around him at the slightest movement because he was giving me absolutely nothing. Just the feel of his tip poking the most sensitive part of my cervix.
My legs draped lusciously over his sides, cock stretching me as I sat flush against his body. His body begging for me to touch it, yet he said I'd wait for as long as he told me to. And here I was, after god knows how long, with me writhing in his lap while he gave me no reactions. Nothing to play off of, his face was unreadable.
I dropped my head on his shoulder, desperate for something more. For his grasp on my hips while he fucked me senseless.
"Really? You're all worked up," I could hear the sickening smirk in his tone, mixed with that gentle, sweet voice he naturally had. It was so fucking hot. Jeongin undid the final button, ending my painful wait to get a look at his beautiful body. The male worked his shirt open, placing his big, strong hands at the dip in my hips, finally giving me something that wasn't complete oblivion.
"I'm not worked up," I lifted my head, cheeks hot, clearly awe-stricken by his luminous body, "You're worked up." I pouted, whipping my head away in defiance.
"Hm, you're all bratty," Jeongin sighed, removing his hands from my waist and grabbing phone again, swiping up and down, double tapping on instagram posts as if I weren't even in front of him. As if I wasn't taking his cock. As if it was boring, "Bratty girls don't get to feel good. Sorry." He simply stated as his eyes fluttered over the screen at me, dark eyes unreadable per usual.
"Innie... please," I groaned, a sound that insatntly melted into a whine as I shifted on his cock; truly, at this angle his tip was pressing so perfectly into my sweet spot I could barely focus my eyes.
"You can be my cock-warmer for a little longer can't you?" Jeongin stated half-heartedly, placing his other hand behind his head as he tousled with his own black locks.
"N-no! I can't fucking stand this," I ran my fingertips up his front, opening his shirt wider to get a better view of his skin. The way it shimmered with a light layer of sweat, practically begging me to kiss it.
So I pressed my lips onto his skin, one kiss after the other across his collarbone, then his neck and jaw. Whining between every soft peck, my hands remained planted on his pectorals where I could feel the simple beat of his heart. Steady and completely average. Meanwhile all he did was continue to glance at his phone screen, silently enjoying the desperation lacing through my erotic words. The mumbled misconstrued "please" and "baby" that would leave my mouth between a sloppy open mouthed kiss secretly did a number on him.
He was just really fucking good at hiding it.
My lips met the best place to kiss his skin, just below his jaw, right beside that little crescent shaped beauty mark that reminded me of the moon. Finally I heard a nearly silent grunt from his lips; that's what's getting him off? A simple kiss to his beauty mark?
I had to secretly roll my eyes. I peppered that spot with ruthless, moist kisses. One by one, kissing that spot more until they became desperate love bites. My teeth nipping and playing with his skin between my teeth, my tongue swirling in whiny circles around the bruising flesh. I would pull away to admire it and get a better listen to his heavier breathing, his oh-so delightful groans. It was music to my ears, finally indicating that he was just as needy as I was. He was just good at acting. A little too good.
His cock deep inside of my body didn't lie either. I felt Jeongin's dick twitch, allowing my own walls to drip and clench in retaliation. I'd begun to think maybe I could have the upper hand here. I smiled against his skin, breath warm to match his own.
He grabbed my shoulders as I tried to bend down to place more smooches, cheeks burning and sweat creating a decent shine on his skin. Jeongin glared at me, right hand leading to my face and placing firm fingers around my cheeks, "You think you're cute, huh?"
"I am." I said between my squished cheeks, his eyes watching mine harshly. I knew what he was thinking; it wasn't that hard to read him anymore, I knew he loved to fuck.
"Not with your attitude," Jeongin leaned into my face, hands brushing the sweaty bits of hair off my neck. His words made my cunt feel desperate, the silent sitting position I had on him wasn't enough. Lust was a greedy emotion.
"You want my dick so bad, don't you?" He taunted, snarking into my ear. Oh, his minty breath coated the side of my face, hands still entangled in my hair and beginning to pull it tighter, out of my vision but probably reddening my scalp from the force.
I mewled in response, back arching to match his pull on my hair.
"Yeah you do," Jeongin pulled back, just as his lips were less than a millimeter away from my face. Jeongin sat back in the couch, hands behind his head as his eyes glazed over, looking at me like a piece of me. A look I didn't know could be so sexy on him, "Go ahead them. Fuck yourself on it. Go on, baby."
I tilted my head in confusion. Was he really letting me get my way?
"Really?"
"Hurry up."
My eyes scanned his face, then his body. Red nail indents lining his skin, hickeys upon his abused skin, ever his milky skin was covered in sweat. Pale in comparison to his dark crinkled shirt, matching his even darker hair. God, the sight was so hot. I couldn't resist the way my hips wanted to move, to bounce and grind upon him. See him groan along with me to create a harmony of pornographic sounds.
Skin on skin slapping, wet noises of our sexes colliding, sweaty bodies rubbing. Everything.
I placed my hands upon his shoulders, legs raising me up before I plopped back down. Whines and groans filling the air, all from my own mouth. My eyes couldn't see straight, dizzy stars and glowing orbs clouded my vision, only pushing me forward.
My movements were sloppy, but how could I not be sloppy when I could feel every inch of him glide against my walls in such easy, wet motions.
When my eyes finally focused, I caught the look in his eyes, bored. I moaned helplessly, the nonchalant look on his face never changing. I would've been embarrassed by how worked up I was had it not been for how good it felt.
"That's it baby? That's all you got?" Jeongin clicked his tongue, not giving me a single ounce of gratitude. Not a bit of saccharine emotions leaking from his words. And, god, it was addicting. I pumped myself upward faster, eyes fluttering to the back of my head with every little mewl I made. "C'mon, try harder." Another whine left my lips, swollen from kissing his skin feverishly, eyes watery. Yet, he looked relaxed, only sign that he was into this was the rock-hard feel of his cock inside of me. "More. Are you even trying? So sloppy." Jeongin grabbed his phone and stared at it boredly, vision telling he could care less by anything that was happening to him.
What was addicting to me was nothing to him. At least that's what it seemed.
"Fuck... ah, Innie... I cant-"
"I know you can't," Jeongin interrupted, a smirk tainting his face and giving him a domineering glow. A sheen of sweat upon his skin, the sound of skin slapping fueling his intense stares. Yet he didn't do anything. He liked to watch the struggle in my face; sadistically, chuckling to himself at how easily I unraveled, "But you better fucking try."
A few more sloppy bounces on his cock had me shaking, yet my orgasm wasn't approaching as I'd intended. I could barely taste it on my lips, but I couldn't. Not with him staring me down like I was a stupid puppy, incapable of doing anything but making a mess of myself. I felt drool pooling in the corners of mouth, babbling moans and hot breaths around me.
I was pathetic, and he loved it.
"What's wrong baby?" Taunting was his entire personality at this point, his teasing stares, the way his hands snaked at my waist yet did nothing to help me. It was addicting the little bits of joy I got from it. Right now, losing myself on his lap while he just watched had to be the hottest thing ever.
"Can't..." I panted. Breathless as I stopped fucking myself up and down, hair draping in front of my eyes, lips wet with drool. His hand at the small of my back, unamused.
"Do you need me to do everything for you?" He groaned as if annoyed yet the stir of excitement in his body knowing I just needed him was exactly what I wanted. He knew my body inside and out, every mark on my skin, every part of me he's kissed and worshipped.
"Please," I begged, hands at the back of his neck, lovely lips parted as he breathed down at my face, "I just need you. Can't do it.“
"Aw, so desperate," Jeongin cooed, hand beginning to trail down my stomach, pressing into it and feeling his own cock through the tender skin of my belly. His eyes seemed to ignite, "Poor baby can't even fuck herself right. All this cock and you don't know what to do."
"So pathetic," Jeongin groaned, working me up even more than I already was, "Need me to fuck you right, huh?“
I nodded, eyes fluttering as I slowly ground down on his hips, looking for validation in his eyes. He stared at me, hands holding me still.
"So bad," I slurred, barely valid words.
"I know you do," He helped me raise my hips, manifesting a steady pace for our bodies. His breathe slowly deepened, longer, unstable breathes filled the air between us. Nearly silent groans from the boy. Finally, a verbal reaction.
"So let me help my helpless baby out, yeah?" Jeongin cooed at me, raising me out of his lap, sliding out of my desperately wet hole. Leaving me empty and useless. All that time I'd sat in his lap with his full dick inside of me made me forget how it felt to be empty. And now all I wanted- no, needed was to be full of him again. In every way possible.
His body looming over me left only one thought in my mind, my hands clinging to his undone shirt, begging with silent moans and whines. Nothing to satisfy me, only the tease of his tip at my swollen clit, his precum seeping onto me.
Just in an instant, I was full again. His dick eliciting the loudest sudden moan I'd made. Somehow, his dick felt better when he was in control.
The smell of salty sweat on our bodies, his dick pumping in and out of me at a generous pace. It was fueling the orgasmic fire burning inside of me. My back arched each time he rammed his hips into mine; the hunger for more finally being satisfied.
I moaned and whined, incapable of forming words- incapable of forming thoughts. The only thing on my mind was how he managed to kiss my cervix with his dick, deepening with every delicious stroke each time. Perfect.
My nails attacked his back, luscious nails breaking his skin and drawing enough bloods to form a red wound. Crescents and lines of perfection, probably gonna leave a sting, but it was a reminder of how good he was making me feel.
Jeongin hissed, grabbing my thigh and holding it up, angling my hips just right. And then a new part of me was unlocked, my moans became desperate and loud. Helpless and I refused to shut up; I needed to show him how good I felt. I probably wouldn't have been able to stifle those moans either way, the rush was too good.
"God, you're such a slut," Jeongin grunted, staggering breath, heated cheeks, "You like it when I use you don't you?“
"Mhmm, love it," A moan left my lips, drawn out and erotic.
Jeongin scoffed. My hands dragged down his back, scratches painting his skin pink and red. He hissed again, yet pain turned to enjoyment, and then he used it to fuel his fire.
"Gonna let me cum inside, babe?" Jeongin tilted his head back, exposing the sweat glistening upon his neck; his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp and breathe he took. Then he looked back down at me, raising a hand to my tummy to feel my skin. Pressing his hand down into it and feeling himself within my skin. Every pump, every twitch inside of me. Though he looked so dominant and large, I could see the desperation in his face. The slight twitch in his lip, the furrow in his eyebrow, even the way his cheeks burned even harder.
"Fuck, yes, c-cum inside," My back arched, livid rush of pleasure engulfing my body. My climax was drawing near, I felt my entire body shiver, once, twice. It was overwhelming, the stimulation felt overpowering.
"You close?"
No words left my mouth, my jaw went sack, my eyes scrunched tightly closed. My orgasm decided to make a sudden appearance as his dick abused my gummy spot; the spot inside me that sent me over the edge into relentless mewls of bliss.
"That answers my question," He groaned as he felt my cunt clench around him, cum seeping and squirting out of me like a leaky faucet. His eyes watched, the feeling of it only driving his own orgasm forward. Lips parted, he hit harder and deeper, dragging out my orgasm by a few hits until he filled my cunt up. Soon, my insides felt full and a bit sore, my thighs aching and knees red from the work I'd put in originally.
Everything ached yet my orgasm made me forget the pain. My eyes fluttered open to see Jeongin between my legs, fingers poking my sensitive hole as he shoved the leaking cum back into me, my silent whimpers filling the air. His gaze was intense, his full of adoration.
He was mesmerized by the sight of his and my own cum seeping from within me, drenching the soft fabric of the couch.
"Fuck, you're so hot."
"I am... so tired."
"You barely did any work," He taunted, bending to my lips and finally giving me a kiss, a soft one that made my heart flutter. Despite the burn in my inner thighs, everything was fine. And perfect. And right, "All you had to do was look pretty for me."
"I did some work..." I retaliated half-heartedly, cheeks red as my eyes lingered off to the side.
"Some," Jeongin kissed beside my lips, "You're a good cock-warmer." He teased, kissing my face everywhere.
I glanced down between our bodies, eyes instantly falling to his new hard-on, "Again?"
"Just gonna put it in," He chuckled, "Like i said, you're a good cock-warmer."
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frenchkisstheabyss · 8 months
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♡ Venus in Cyprus ♡
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♡ Pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader
♡ Genre: smut
♡ Summary: A peek inside your boyfriend's mind and heart when he's making love to you. Told from Hyunjin's point of view.
♡ Word Count: 721
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Warnings: unprotected sex & that's all, darlings
A/N: I wrote this to break my writer's block. I've never written anything from a male's POV before, let alone a male idol so let me know what you think ♡
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I’ve visited museums that some artists can only dream of stepping foot in. The Musée du Louvre and the Musée d’Orsay in Paris. The Tate Modern in London. The Uffizi Gallery in Florence. I’ve been inches away from Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus” painting, depicting the arrival of the goddess of love herself to the island of Cyprus.
Its beauty is enough to bring some to tears but it’s nothing more than pigmented egg yolk on canvas, dull and unremarkable when compared to you. With you staring up at me, your eyes oceanic trenches of eternal admiration, the rest of the world falls away. I drown in them...in you.
I gently brush my finger along the line where your lips meet. They’re like velvet against my thumb. They part, the air stolen from my own lungs filling yours as I sink into you. Your body welcomes me into your warmth, eagerly swallowing my length inch by inch until you have all of me. My body trembles as my mouth meets yours.
I can feel your smile. A tiny one at first. The corners of your mouth barely lift. You clench around me. Release. Clench. Release. Your smile grows wider the deeper I groan. You know what you do to me. You love it. And so do I. Your hands skim my bare chest, arms coming around to trace my spine with your fingertips.
“Hyunjin” you gasp, the pressure of my throbbing tip hitting that one perfect spot overloading your senses. “Hyunjin.” My name’s sugar cane on your lips. I crave the sound of it. I lift you from the bed just enough to take two handfuls of your lush ass into my hands. I grip you tightly, securing you in place, and thrust into you harder.
“Say it again. My name.” Please don’t make me beg because I will. Anything to hear you say it. “Hyunjin” you’re moaning, hips raising to meet mine. I trail kisses down your neck, inhaling the scent of jasmine and saffron permeating from your soft skin. Your fingers are tangled in my hair now, delicately tugging at my hair, guiding me along your collarbone.
Between your cleavage. To the rise of your succulent breasts where your buds stiffen to meet the textured surface of my tongue. I free a hand up to caress your breast as I lap at your delicious bud, pausing every now and then to watch it glisten with a thick coating of my spit. You twist beneath me, your body too lost in pleasure to know what to do with itself.
I can feel your heart racing, a rhythm I could mimic in my sleep like the notes of my favorite song. You’re soaking wet. I can feel your juices dripping down my shaft. Coating my balls. Making such a mess of your plush thighs. My hands, they have to travel. Explore the gentle curves of your body. I’m a slave to the way your soft body gives to my touch.
Addicted to tracing every stretch mark. Nibbling on the plumpest, sweetest parts of your figure. No paintbrush in the world can mimic the art of a body so tempting I’d give my whole being simply to lay eyes on it. You say my name again. Broken. Laced with need. You whisper to me, my lips at your neck once more, how close you are but I know. By the fluttering of your walls and the arch of your back.
I sneak an arm between us, stroking your firm clit with two of my fingers. Your nails dig into me, tearing skin, leaving behind an abstract message that I am, in fact, yours. Yours when your body tightens and twists, your whimpers flowing through the air. Yours when the ecstasy of your high has you trashing. Screaming. Incoherent. Nectar rushing from your pussy like a waterfall. Majestic and powerful all at once.
Yours when your sweat slicked body relaxes in my arms, those angelic eyes staring up at me with the same admiration as before. “I…” you start but your voice cracks. You clear your throat, shaky hands cradling my face like I’m some precious thing, “I love you.” And I love you. My work of art. My Musee du Louvre. My Musee d’Orsay. My Venus in Cyprus. 
I love you too.
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annamonss · 2 years
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harmshake · 4 months
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Skin
🖤 Summary: You should know better than to get too close to your ex, Rhea, by now... 🖤 Pairing: Fem Reader x Rhea Ripley 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, language, NSFW, angst, Rhea Ripley smut 🖤 Word count: ~800
Happy reading! Read my Rhea fics and other stuff here, if you'd like. ✨
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"Tell me what you want."
"You."
It couldn't be any other way. Not when she had those cool, blue eyes that threw a chill in your bones when they flitted your way. God forbid she held your gaze. Then that chill burned through your veins like fire. The same kind of fire she could light with the tip of her tongue on your skin.
You could barely get the words out fast enough to tell her where you wanted her to bury that tongue before she planted it...right...there. Ohhh, fuck. She already knew. She could taste where you needed it. Your flavor coated her pillowy, pink lips that kissed and tenderly suckled your delicate, moist folds, your taste all too familiar to her, and your moans all too sweet in her ears when she found your spot yet again. The throbbing, succulent spot made you gush into her mouth, made her grip the back of your thighs before she pinned them to the bed to keep you open when your quivering tried to close them.
Her eyes studied her work, relished in her tongue that fit perfectly in you, and then dared you to study her, too, when your eyelids fluttered and struggled to see anything but bliss. You gripped the sheets but it was never complete until you gripped her. Your hands reached for her, your grip so tight on her longish, raven hair that you could feel the warmth of her scalp beneath your fingertips. It made her smudge a husky moan to the soft and sensitive bud of your clit on her tongue as you tugged and bucked with ardent abandon. She loved that shit, loved when you couldn't hold back.
"Did you miss Mami? Is this pussy still mine?"
"Yesyesyesss. All yours."
The days in between the last time were all a blur now. It felt like you had never really left her. Your souls were tied together in a way that you ached each time you were away from and near her. Ached for her touch. You got goosebumps where her smooth fingers caressed along your waist to see you shudder; tingles where her black nails pricked your skin to hold you still; and jolts of that fire where her body bound to you to grind with you.
Like twin flames, she mirrored your motions, both your warm, silken, soaked essences dripping and thrusting as one like a ritual. You fell into it so gracefully...her right thigh over your left...your right thigh hooked around her left arm...her hand around your throat...your hands on her breasts. Woven together with not only years but sweat, holy nectar, and spit as it fell from her lips to trickle and slip between you. Her name oozed from your lips like an incantation that she coaxed louder and louder with her hips, with her fingers on your taut nipples. 
There wasn't another person alive who could get you so wet, get you so high, and get you so angry when she fucking didn't text you back...only to replace that anger and the curse words that came with it with gasping, orgasmic whimpers.
"You still love me, baby?"
"Mmmm, yes, baby. Always."
Maybe your love was misunderstood. Maybe it was toxic. Or maybe it was everything. You knew it was something that kept you coming back...
Something mystical about how she ran her tongue on the grooves of your collarbone as your chest rose with greedy breaths. Something precious and poisonous about how she hummed your name in your ear as that scorching pleasure shocked your system over and over and over. Something delicious about how she made you taste yourself in her mouth as she finally trembled for you, moaned for you.
Your arms couldn't pull her close enough, couldn't hold enough. You didn't want an inch to get in the way of all her warmth, all her strong, slick, and soft flesh that you desired everywhere all at once. Thankfully, it always took a while to untangle. Even then, you lay beside one another with her arm under your head like your pillow and her thigh hitched up onto your hip like she was a beautiful Venus fly trap you couldn't escape from.
You weren't on the run yet. You probably should be, though. But damn those lips of hers that moved on yours to make room for her tongue...damn those hands of hers that grasped onto you to squeeze a pathetic whine from you...and damn those eyes of hers that watched you do it. 
They saw right into your heart that she knew still pounded for her...that she knew how to make pound harder with her slow kisses on your neck to convince you to stay the night when you told her it was getting late.
"Text me when you get home."
"Yeah...I will."
You thought to forget that text. Forget all about her and the sappy shit you spewed when you were with her. Yet as you stood before your shower to wash her away, the aroma of her natural perfume touched your nose. You knew better than to keep falling for Rhea like this...but you already craved her skin again. It couldn't be any other way.
"I'm home. Are you free this Saturday?"
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Thanks for reading! 🖤
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morallyinept · 7 months
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Pedro Boys & Kinks 🥴
Today we're getting kinky with the Pedro Boys...
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NSFW due to the nature of the smutty talk.
Check out more of my Pedro Boys Rambles here.
I make no apologies for this. Well, maybe some...
Enjoy! 🖤
Joel Miller - Nylons. 
This rugged old man with the bad knees loves to tear through your pantyhose like a rabid madman in the throes of a Cordyceps freak out! Le freak, c'est chic. He's drooling, darlin'. He loves to lick your pussy through them, watching the wet patch bloom into the silky mesh of your oozy camel toe. Feel the smooth slide of them against his morose face as he runs his scruff up your legs and into your parted thighs. Those thick, calloused fingers are soon tearing them open as he literally dives face first into your sopping cunt. I mean, he's been starving for a while now. Chef Boyardee ain't cutting it. Joel's a hungry man and it's not long after that, that he's planting his crimson capped mushroom deep inside you; fisting at the shredded hosiery around your thighs. In the days before the outbreak, Joel was an absolute sucker for a pair of black hold ups with a lacy top. And if they had little satin bows on? Well, that's a sure fire way to finish him off. And Joel Miller is fucking indestructible, right? 
Well, mostly. Abby Anderson might have something to do with that… Sssh! 🤫
Francisco Morales - Gagging. 
The best way to hook this Catfish line and sinker, is to take him right back deep into your throat and watch as he loses all his shit. Frankie's gonna start killing people! Lots of spit, sucking, drooling and if you cry those mascara tears from the strain down your cheeks? Even better, hermosa. You can bet that Frankie will bust more than just his nuts as you chow down at the all-you-can-eat dick buffet and swallowing all of that Fish yoghurt. (Urm, eww?) You'll have this handsome pilot flying high, and without the use of nose powder. Standard Heating Oil cap stays on. The whole damn time.
Ezra - Urophilia & Squirting. 
Ezra is a kinky scoundrel deep down. We all know it. Don't be fooled by that doe-eyed, self-redemption of our ramblin' man. Even with one arm he can still get his freak on with vigour. And don't let the fact he has one arm hold him back either. Oh no, little bird. He'll fingerbang you so hard until you're gushing all over his arm and he's licking it all up greedily. S'better than mining for Aurelac. Ezra's biggest kink is railing you when you really need to pee. And you can bet he'll press down on your bladder so you let it out all over him as you cum wildly. Time for a golden shower for our sweaty prospector. Panties down, Birdie.
Dieter Bravo - Abrasion (Touch Sensations)
This trashy floof-panda loves to touch things, always feeling things up when he's high off his tits. Rubbing his face against the wall, fingering through the shag, even licking it on occasion. And don't give him bubble wrap when he's fucked up twelve ways to Sunday n' tripping balls. You'll never get it back. The same applies when you're fucking; your body is a touch soaked candyland for him to explore, mount and peak. And dribble over. He'll take his sweet time doing it all too with awed bloodshot-eyes and then indulge in a post-coital KitKat for a munchies treat. Dieter won't share it though; he's never giving this up. 
Agent Whiskey - Impact Play 
Ol' handsome Jack has an adept arsenal of kinky whips and lassos. Of course he's gonna use them on ya, sugar. We all know how good Jack is with a whip. He loves it when the skin breaks and you bleed a little too. Those thick, red welts criss-crossing over your pert booty that he'll slap whilst he fucks you like a bucking bronco get him staying hard for the duration, ma'am. But he likes spending time soothing you afterwards by rubbing cool and nourishing salves and lotions into your cheeks and kissing all over them like succulent peaches. Cowboy Jack is all about the aftercare, doll. A true Southern dandy indeedy. 
Javier Peña - Quirofilia (Hands/Nails) 
Javier always notices when you've had your nails done. Complimenting you on the colour, the shape; the glitzy gems on your pointer finger that twinkle at him as he fucks your fist in the file room tucked away amongst boxes of Escobar's reciepts and spurts down your skirt. Yeah, thanks, Javi. He loves it even more when they're raking down his back leaving pink claw marks in his tan skin that make him growl and bear his teeth, as he ploughs you deeper into the mattress, cariño. 
Oberyn Martell - Wax Play
Oberyn loves making patterns on your skin as he drips the hot wax onto it and watches you sizzle. Peeling it off when it dries is the best part to reveal succulent pink nipples he sucks on and soothes from the heated burn they've endured. Fucking by candlelight will almost guarantee that the Red Viper will sink his fangs into your flesh to poison you all over again after he sets you aflame. Is it getting hot in here? 
Marcus Pike - Cuckolding 
Well cuck-a-doodle-do-me. Marcus loves watching you get taken by another, far more superior, person, and your pleasure at that suggestion only fuels his own further. He loves hearing how weak and pathetic he is and how he's never made you cum (even if it's a playful lie, I mean it's Marcus-fucking-Pike, come on. The man spends hours pulling them big O's out of you.) And if you poke fun at the size of his cock, (even if it is a whopper) he'll ruin himself right there fuelling your laughter as he watches you get railed without being able to touch. Guarantee it. 
Dave York - Knife Play
Murder Daddy Dave loves to watch you squirm as he runs the whisper of a cool, sharp blade against your milky skin. A gentle nick or a subtle graze into the skin where the blood bubbles up, makes his cock harder than the thought of Carol's Sunday casserole. Holding it to your throat as he dicks you down is even better. Play victim for Daddy, Princess. And when you beg him to use the handle in place of his cock, well Daddy Dave is only too obliging for his good little cum slut. Good girl. 
Pero Tovar - Sploshing. 
I mean it's food, d'uh. Sit on a cake and let this hungry Spainard feast off of you like his enjoying his last meal. Fruit, honey, cream… okra. You name it, he'll eat from the serving platter of your tasty flesh, and will then eat you out afterwards. Either way Pero will be getting his fill one way or another. Better have some Pepto handy.  
Din Djarin - Shibari 
The Mandalorian can either bring you in warm or bring you in roped up. Taking his sweet, agonising time in tying the silk fibres of the Shibari rope around your limbs, Din prolongs both of your anticipation through adept fingers akin to wizardry. But it's worth it to see the pretty and intricate knots and weaves that leave their patterns indented into your flesh long after he's untied you. And it'll be hours and hours before he does, Mesh'la. With your back to him, he'll subtly push up his helmet to kiss his artistic handiwork and leave deeper marks etched on you still. This is the kinky way. 
Marcus Moreno - Suspension.
Marcus loves nothing more than twisting your body into shapes whilst you're suspended in the air, manipulating you into all sorts of heroic poses. Pulling you back onto him as he pummels deep and hard, and you've no way to escape him. You can only float there, suspended in mid air and take what this sweet hero gives when he lets out his dark villainous side to play. 
Max Phillips - Humiliation & Degradation.
Max loves the power of claiming his victims; a Vampire's hard-on. But this bloodsucker also loves it when a human gets one up on him and shows him who's the real boss by reducing him to nothing but a naked, quivering pale mess on the floor at your feet to walk all over, spit on or do anything else that you feel he's deserving of. Threaten him with an open window. Sharpen a 2B pencil. Well, he did bite you, babe. Time to get your revenge. Make him crawl naked to the staff room to fetch your lunch then use him as a footstool whilst you eat it. Just don't be surprised later when the dynamic shifts again and Max makes you his lunch. Nom.
Silva - Feet 
This handsome Wrangler has travelled a long way to lay at your feet worshipping them. Stroking, nuzzling, kissing; sucking on that big toe you loathe, licking up the arch and groping the ball of your foot. He'll suck on your pinky toes whilst you suck on his cock. He'll be jerking his own gently and lost in the sensations of your intimacy as he fawns over your feet. Silva's in pedi heaven. Lord knows he'll need one himself after wearing them boots all that way, mind. 
Comandante Veracruz - Voyeurism.
Veracruz has no qualms in fucking you infront of his men, claiming you and reminding you all that you're his plaything that he's kept hostage. Or instructing and watching his men take turns to fuck you when you misbehave whilst he lays back on the cot, dick in hand and blowing up. Both are equally pleasing scenarios to the eye for the Comandante. And the Comandante always gets what he wants. 
Maxwell Lord - Electrostimulation 
Attach the clamps on his nipples, on his balls and then charge up the juice and watch this man squeal and grunt like a Red Wattle hog. He also likes a shock wand when he's been a very bad man. And Maxwell is in dire need of a whole lotta punishment, considering he tried to take over the world. Charge him up like a battery and watch the sparks shoot out of the end of his cock. Better than fireworks.
Javi Gutierrez - Furries 
I mean, sweet Javi G dressed up in an oversized, fuzzy teddy bear suit and pawing at you? I'll just leave you with that image to do with as you wish… 
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🩸🥀 poisoned petals 🥀🩸
coriolanus snow x fem!reader | dd:dne [5.5K ~ 1/2]
Your father owes me a debt, you see...” Snow’s eyes flick downwards and you see that he's toying with the same rose you ruined, between his fingers. Your mouth goes dry, desperately wanting to bite your nails, to pick at your cuticles, until they all bleed. But instead you keep your hands still at both sides, digging them into the fabric of your skirt. “A great debt he cannot pay.” He begins to pluck the petals from the rose one by one, letting them drop to the floor. 
Your heart thunders, blood pounding in your head as a vast pit of dread coils in your hollow belly. You wait, but Snow just stares at you, his face impassive, unreadable, continuing to pluck and drop the petals. 
He wants it to sink into you, like a hook into flesh, slowly letting it reel you in, waiting for you to take the bait. This man in front of you knows you're smart, knows of your intelligence. He’s waiting for you to fish for it, figure it out yourself.
“And my father…sent me here to find a solution?” You bite your lip, taking the bait, your tone more of a question than a statement, hoping it’s the right answer he seeks. 
“And what might that solution be?” Snow questions patiently, more than half way through plucking the rose clean, and your skin is crawling, needing to tear pluck and pick at your own flesh. You dig your fingertips into the sides of your legs, hard, and the pain feels good. It grounds you.
You. the word echoes in your mind, until it leaves your lips.
“Me?” You ask, confusion mixed with shock prevalent in your voice, not believing it.
But Snow gives you a predatory smile, his irises darkening the ice blue around his eyes. “Yes, my dear. You.” His voice is deeper, greed and lust lacing the word ‘you’ with succulent poison as he plucks the last petal, letting it drop to the floor, to join the pile of red that resembles a pool of blood.
chapter 1: sharp thorns and ruined flesh
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