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violetlilysunshine · 2 years
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Monkey Suits
Boyfriend Tom Holland x Female Reader
Summary: After a night at a red carpet, getting to bed is exhausting. 
WC: 1,395
Warnings: fluff :) 
A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve been here, I’m a little scared to post again.
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You stumble up the walkway, your feet absolutely screaming from the ridiculous shoes you’d strapped yourself into for the evening. Why you’d bothered with them, you don’t know; chunky sneakers are in and, in hindsight, you should’ve opted for them. 
“C’mon, love,” Tom whispers, his hand on your lower back steadying you as you make it to the living room, “almost there and we can get out of these monkey suits.” 
His suit jacket hung lightly around your shoulders and his belt was already unbuckled. His tie hung undone around his neck just waiting to be flung on the table as soon as he entered the house, and the top few buttons of his shirt hung open exposing just a little bit of his chest. It was clear he was as uncomfortable as you were, but at least he was still walking normally. 
You chuckle lightly in response, “but you looked so cute in your monkey suit.” Your hand finds his other arm holding the door open for you to enter; you grip onto it tightly using the extra grip to hoist yourself into the house, “thanks,” you smile, turning your neck to plant a quick peck on his cheek. 
“Anything for you, love,” he answers instinctively, even though he really means it, “now let’s get you inside.” 
You make your way into the living room, the sofa less than twenty steps from the front door. Plopping down onto the plush cushions, you throw your feet on the coffee table, shrug off his jacket, and lean forward to start unbuckling your shoes. 
Tom closes and locks the door behind the two of you, turning to make his way towards you; he hurriedly kneels in front of the coffee table, shooing your hands out of the way, “no, no, darling, let me do that,” he scolds lightly, taking over the removal process. He slips both shoes off your feet, rubbing your arches lightly, before leaning in and pecking your ankle a few times. “You looked lovely tonight, really,” he smiles. 
You blushed lightly at the compliment, still not used to such affectation, “and I meant what I said about your cute monkey suit,” you laugh, pulling the focus away from you. 
He laughs lightly, “c’mon, should we get out of these clothes?” he asks.
You nod, reaching up to grab his outstretched arm as he pulls you from the sofa. His hands wrap around your waist now that you’re pressed chest-to-chest with him. He smiles lightly, “hi,” he whispers. 
“Hi,” you giggle. 
He closes the gap between the two of you, planting a nice long kiss to your lips. You smile into it, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and fingering through his slightly grown out curls. 
He squeezes against your hips, pulling you tighter to his chest before detaching himself from your mouth, “let’s change, yeah?”
You groan at the thought of walking up the stairs, but reluctantly step back from him to head towards the bedroom. 
“Pajamas don’t even sound comfortable right now,” he laughs, toeing off his shoes. When he’d untied them you don’t know, too busy thinking about getting out of your dress. 
“I know, I just wanna cuddle with you,” you whine, grabbing his hand and squeezing his fingers. You were getting to that point of being tired when you got really clingy. 
“I want to too, but we’ve got to take these off first,” he whispers, pecking your cheek lightly, “now come on, sugar, up the stairs.” 
You roll your eyes, starting to stumble towards the stairs. Your feet scream with every step, your hands clutching to the furniture around you to help keep you upright. 
Tom can see the grimace on your face, thinking you were exaggerating up ‘til this point. He doesn’t want to make you hurt any worse, so he stops you with an arm around your stomach from behind: “on second thought,” he says, placing a kiss on your shoulder, “maybe I’ll bring some PJs down for you and we’ll cuddle on the couch tonight.” 
“Really?” you smile, turning around, “I don’t wanna ask you to do that for me, but I think my feet would,” you laugh. 
“It’s fine, my treat. Now which PJs do you want?” 
“I don’t know,” you groan, “like you said, nothing sounds comfortable… just pick anything you like.” 
“Alright,” he answers, helping you sit back down, “be back in a jiff.” 
You laugh as he trots up the stairs. You can see the belt slip from the loops and his shirt already being untucked before he even turns the corner towards the bedroom. You laugh to yourself imagining what he’ll bring back down for you. 
A few minutes later he returns, dressed in nothing but boxers, with an old shirt of his thrown over his arm for you. “Now,” he starts as he reaches the final landing and steps towards you, “I brought you this shirt because I know you one, like this color, and two, only wanna wear my clothes, so it’s here if you want it. But,” he emphasizes, “nothing sounds comfy anyway, so you could just copy me and go for undies only.” 
You giggle at how well he knows you, “you’re right, your clothes are always comfier.” 
He laughs and tosses the shirt next to you on the sofa before then heading towards the kitchen to get waters for the both of you, knowing you both have to be dehydrated. “So,” he announces, seeing you haven’t moved a muscle as he rounds back to the living room, “haven’t decided on jammies then?” 
“Your offer did sound enticing,” you drawl, “but I think I’d get cold in just underwear.” 
“I’ve got that covered,” he says, quickly pulling a huge fluffy blanket for the ottoman, “see?” 
You smile, knowing he’d do anything you asked at this moment: “alright,” you whisper, sitting up, and discarding his tee to your side, “can you unzip me?” 
He quickly comes over and unzips you, helping you remove the dress from your shoulders and dropping it to the floor. You pick it up and lay it over the back of the living chair, knowing you’d be in so much trouble if it was wrinkled from laying on the floor when you had to give it back. Not to mention all the comments you’d receive about it being wrinkled and how it could’ve gotten that way. 
Tom slips under the blanket on the couch, leaning against the cushions on the back and holding his arm out for you to crawl into. 
You slide in facing him, pulling the blanket up around your shoulders and laying your head on his bicep as a pillow. 
He turns on a movie to play in the background, knowing you both will be asleep in minutes anyway. He brushes your hair back so it doesn’t get too tangled through the night - or end up in his face. 
You smile at him, brushing your fingers along his jawline, “thanks for being fun tonight, even if everything else was boring.”
“Right back atcha,” he jokes, pressing a nice kiss to your lips, “thanks for coming with me, don’t know if I would’ve made it through without you. ” 
You smile in response, not needing to say anything. He knows you love going with him and watching the world marvel at him just like you do. And you know that your being there helps to calm him down, which makes you even happier to be there. 
His fingertips run soothing circles over your upper thigh, scratching the surface just enough to give you goosebumps and cause you to shiver gently. He knows exactly what he’s doing, unable to stop the smile spreading across his face. 
“You know what you’re doing, mister,” you giggle as you scold him. 
“Yeah I do,” he laughs, leaning in to kiss you again. 
He relaxes his hand, allowing it to slip up and around your waist and pull you in closer to him instead. He plants a kiss on your forehead gently, sighing and relaxing into your skin. 
“Hey, darling?” he starts to ask, gently. 
He peeks down at your face when you don’t respond, finding you already asleep. He chuckles, pressing another short kiss to your head, “I love you,” he whispers, turning his attention to the movie and running his hands absentmindedly on your bare back.
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siberian-xanadu · 2 months
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First page of An American Odyssey
Hope you guys like it!
Los Angeles, the city of angels. The only angels there, however, are the long-forgotten, long-dead dreams. Of course, there's the random success story of a young person going out West, seeking fame and fortune, and actually stumbling upon it. Other times, people make it through connections, either from relatives, friends, or sex work. Both of these cases are far and few between. Most of the time, people go out there, expecting success to come to them due to a mythologized perception of Hollywood being a magical place, a myth that Hollywood perpetuates, and some grandiose feeling that they are somehow the lucky one. Instead, they end up doing endless openings at bars, performing on street corners, or doing commercials for products that end up being a sham. By the time their dreams are dead, they’ve been chewed up and spit out. Many end up becoming addicted to various substances, offing themselves, penniless, or some combination of the three. Some, if they’re still young enough, might attempt to make their way back to their hometown, or somewhere like it, to settle for comparative mediocrity. Octavian James, frontman of a psychedelic rock band that has long faded into obscurity, is one of the latter. 
The band, Bad Bodies, had spent ten years chasing fame out in Los Angeles, after Octavian dropped out of high school. They spent ten years opening for slightly less obscure bands at shady, seedy bars and clubs. Tens years packing in the backs of cars, along with the piles of heavy equipment, the smell of stale beer, stale sweat, and stale vomit, and the heavy miasma of disappointment, trying to cough up enough gas money to trek to their next gig. Ten years of trying to get record companies to notice them, of sucking up to older, blading producers, smoking Cubans, with the same old tired phrase: “Sorry, kids, you’re not what we’re looking for.” Ten years, with nothing to show for it except their worn-out instruments, the clothes on their back, and some new gray hairs. Octavian, his bassist Walter, and their drummer Rick, had finally gotten that little yellow eviction notice on their apartment door,  after missing rent and allowing their guitarists, Robby and Jack, to sleep on their couch after they had been kicked out a month prior. Octavian had long been sick of the L.A. heat, anyhow. He had been just waiting for a reason to get out of that town, to finally lay to rest his fly-by-night teenage dream, and that yellow, slightly greasy piece of paper might as well have been gold. He wouldn’t be leaving much behind this time, just a dingy, overcrowded apartment with a slight rat infestation (as if a rat infestation could be “slight”), some cheap furniture from Sears, and his dreams, washed away with time and sunken deep in the waters of the grand Pacific. 
The last time he left was quite different. The memories of afternoon sunlight, filtered through trees in the late summer, a creaky wooden porch, the sticky humidity of that last day in Ithaca… No, not the island of Ithaca in Greece, Octavian had never so much as had the chance to leave the United States, but of its namesake in western New York. That was his hometown, and despite ten years and roughly three thousand miles of distance, he could instantly transport himself there with a thought. What he had left behind then was two loving, supportive, albeit confused parents, a steady part-time job and another job lined up for him at his parents’ store, and a beautiful young lady, his high school sweetheart. Chasing the highs of Ashbury in 1967, he left that all behind, now sentenced to mere memory. Since the reality of his decision had hit him, he consistently chided himself on making such a foolish gamble. He found himself stuck with a druggie, a restless vagabond, a jester, and an emotional outcast. He was spent, and in some form or another, his compatriots were too. 
“Alright, buckle up you fucks, we’re going home,” he said, after ripping off the piece of paper and crumpling it in his hand. His voice was passionless yet firm. He was not to be swayed nor argued with.
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violet-kink-rambles · 2 years
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Ok so I messed up but it was sooo fucking worth it. I woke up hella early today cause I had to make baked Mac and cheese for a cook out, left the house to go to Walmart without eating breakfast. Was super hungry and Walmart made me even more hungry so I stopped at whataburger for some chicken tenders and onion rings. Got home and spent like an hour and a half on the Mac and cheese. Went to the cook out and ate an ungodly amount of food, like 3 helpings of Mac and cheese, slice of pie, a burger, and like 6 cans of soda. Relaxed and hung out for a bit before my cousin and I smoked a blunt together. About 20 minutes after that I was working through another burger. At this point my shirt is basically plastered against my belly, but the munchies and the fact that I knew a couple ppl there were staring I pushed through it. Left like 2 hours ago and I’m currently on my bed with no plans of getting up for at least a couple hours. Gotta soothe it with some lotion and press the burps out. My feedee brain is going like 100mph rn and I wish I had someone here to funnel me some heavy cream or melted ice cream. Just something idc what. I want to be so stuffed I’m pinned to my bed for a while. Have them tease me by jiggling my fat and edging me. Anyways! Now it’s time for me to contemplate ordering smth on DoorDash
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carlangusyung · 2 years
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Miss when I had energy writing Metalocalypse fanfics. I always still have ideas for scenes but never a good enough story to back it up. Writing NateGaar stuff is especially fun I still need them to cuddle
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madame-yus-wife · 6 months
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i've written a bit this weekend. i'm snowflaking properly for the first time (not doing all the steps since it's just quite a short fanfic) and so far it's really helpful. i even wrote the ending first and that's what i usually struggle with most when it comes to the first draft.
i just wish i had more time for it. still a good feeling :D
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cubedmango · 3 months
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they do this the entire way home
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siplick · 2 months
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Late night letter
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pjsfvs · 2 months
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sex postion hcs - enha legal line
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paring : enhypen (legal line) x afab!reader
warnings/tags : dom/sub, submission, dominance, masochism, sadism, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, deep penetration, soft sex, breeding, heavy kissing, teasing, wall sex, hair pulling, if i missed anything let me know!
summary : The Legal Line's favorite sex position headcanons
a/n : don't leave hate comments for me to see. if you don't like it just block me and leave.
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HEESEUNG :
Standing / Against Wall
Heeseung is a nuisance with no shame. He craves for how you gasp and whine when forced up against the wall.
If you’re in public, hidden in an alleyway perhaps, he’ll tease and mock you for being too loud until your biting your lip to keep your sweet noises secret.
If you choose to be loud then he’ll hold his hand over your lips to muffle your moaning. He doesn’t actually want to get caught, but he’ll use it as an excuse to slip his fingers into your mouth and toy with your tongue. He’ll twitch deliciously inside you if you suck them greedily.
“He-heeseung ..” you panted heavily, your legs shook with anticipation and arousal at the situation he’d got you in. Your chest was pressed up against the rough wall of the alley you’d both ducked down, your lovers' hands gripped at your hips as he pulled you back against his thick cock. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air leaving nothing to the imagination.
His lips hovered at your neck, delicately brushing over your tender skin. You could feel the devilish smile he wore before he parted his mouth and lay firm kisses and nibbling bites. “Ah!” You cried out, shivers shooting through your spine.
You continued to tremble and gasp under his assaulting lips, heat blooming under the bites. He drew his tongue over the marks, before he pressed soft kisses up your neck until his lips rested at your ear.
“Shh..” he hushed, his breath tickling your reddened ear. “The sidewalk is barely a few steps away.” He reminded you with a mocking grin. You could still hear the chatter of Seoul citizens going about their evening. The thrill had you shaking, your needy cunt dripping at the idea of being caught in such an indecent position.
“Unless you want us to be caught?” He purposefully nipped at your ear lobe causing you to gasp audibly, your hips jerking back against his. He moaned unabashed as you tightened around him, his breath hot against your skin. His hold on you tightened, his nails digging into your skin almost painfully.
“Aaa.. n-no-!” You moaned, your desperate voice betraying your words. You were certain he was be able feel the heat from your cheeks. His deep groans only turned you on more and his pace never faltered, his cock reaching deep inside your eager cunt.
“Mm.. then you’re going have to try and be more quiet.” He chuckled, his voice deep and husky, laced in heavy arousal. With unrelenting purpose he thrust into your seeping cunt with long deep strokes, each one drawing out your gasping breath.
You quivered at the feeling, your arms braced against the wall shaking, you wondered how you were even supposed to be quiet when he teased you so relentlessly.
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JAY :
Face Down, Ass Up
Jay is a no-nonsense guy, so when you’re in the bedroom with your rather arrogant lover he’ll desire nothing more than for you to be on the bed presenting yourself to him.
He loves to be in control, will thread his fingers into your hair and press your face down against the bed.
All the while his other hand roughly grips your hip, holding you in place as he takes you from behind.
You pressed your cheek against the soft bedding below you, your hands fisting the quilt as you kept your behind raised up. Completely naked and legs spread you shook with need; you could feel your slick leak out of your displayed cunt. A sharp inhale from you lover was all you heard before the bed creaked and dipped as Jay knelt on the edge.
A furious blush coated your cheeks, you chewed your lip in arousal and embarrassment. He needn’t say anything, you knew just how he wanted you. But today he seemed to desire a bit more from you. “Ah-!” You gasped as he gripped your hips in both hands, then dragged you down the bed until you were at the edge.
He made no noise as he stood again. You kept the same position as before, your head resting against the cover. His hands never left you they dipped from your hips, pinching and squeezing your behind, before eventually stopping at your twitching cunt.
“Always so ready for me.” He laughed mockingly, spreading your cunts lips with his fingers. He rubbed the area with unusual tenderness, watching as you trembled and leaked for deeper attention. He snorted a laugh, then wasted no time he plunged his lithe fingers inside you. Gasping moans were forced from your lips. Your cunt squelched and seeped with embarrassing lewdness as he sank his fingers in and out of you.
“Jay..” you whined, rocking your hips to meet his movements. He curled his fingers in response, stroking and toying your gummy walls. “Aaa.. please..” you moaned into the sheets. You spread your legs wider, trying to accommodate his thrusting fingers, which caused your position to lower.
His other hand trailed from your behind, smoothing over your hips and then tucking back under your body. He pressed the palm of his hand against your lower stomach, forcing you to keep your ass raised. Whimpering needly you raised your head and looked over your shoulder as best you could, his intense gaze pinned yours almost immediately.
“So disobedient today.” He scowled, moving his hand from your stomach to grasp your hair. He tugged harshly, pulling your head back. “Mngh-!” You cried out weakly at the tugging pain. “Keep your head down.” He ordered, then forced your head back down against the sheets.
“Haa..” you whined, feeling warm frustrated tears prick the corner of your eyes. His fingers never stopped their relentless thrusting into your core, you felt a fiery ache building up inside you. “Please..” you begged, voice slightly muffled.
“You’ll get what you want when I give it to you, doll.” He clicked his tongue and scowled at your disruptive movements. You curled your feet over the edge of the bed and released a hot shaky breath. You knew it was going be a long night of him edging you into utter submission.
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JAKE :
Missionary
Jake is a romantic man, and he loves nothing more than to hold you in his arms whilst your making love.
He definitely whispers sweet nothings into your ear and presses soft kisses and delicate bites against your neck while you cling to him desperately.
He’ll eat up every little moan and whine that slips pass your lips with a searing kiss.
Chests pressed firmly together, Jake had you pinned to the bed, your slick cunt stuffed full of his cock. You threw your arms around his shoulders and met his lips in a deep kiss.
Your tongues fought for dominance even though you never win the match. He groaned each time your lips parted, and you whined softly at the separation.
“Jakey..” you panted and raised your legs, wrapping them loosely around the back of his thighs. This granted him easier access to your aching core, his thick cock reaching deep inside you, pulling delighted gasps from your lips.
“Ah-!” You cried out, throwing your head against the plush pillows. His hips smacked against yours, the erotic sound of skin slapping against skin filling the bedroom.
“y/n..” he groaned deeply, one of his hands held your hip whilst the other threaded into your hair allowing him to tilt your head and pull your lips back to his. He greedily swallowed each moan and blissful gasp that escaped you with a primal eagerness.
Your mind soon felt hazy as your breath was truly being stolen from your lungs and the deep ache building in your core was almost ready to burst, eventually he pulled back to allow you to breath.
His thrusts became languid as he committed the sight of you below him to memory. Your eyes hazy with pleasure, lips swollen and parted tantalizingly as you panted below him, trying to catch your breath.
You quivered under him, his teasingly slow pace baiting a needy whine from your throat for him. He groaned hotly at the sound, unable to withhold himself as he dove back in for another all-consuming kiss. Then he finally increased his pace again as he thrust into you quickly, your bodies pressed flush together.
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SUNGHOON :
Riding
Since I find Sunghoon to be rather aloof you’ll have to be the one to initiate intimacy most of the time. He’s unsure, so prefers positions where you’re leading.
Particularly likes to watch you as you whine and moan on top of him. Your hands pressed against his firm chest, or maybe entwined with his, as you cutely bounce on his cock.
Will grasp your hips with bruising strength when he’s close, he starts to lose himself to the pleasure and can be unintentionally a little rough. Not that you mind of course~
You moan softly as you sink down onto Sunghoon’s cock. He lay flat on his back on your shared bed, a bright blush coating his cheeks and his lips parted in a silent gasp. You grasp his hands, entwining your fingers together, as you take him entirely.
“Haa..” he moans softly at the feeling, his hands gripping yours back. His flustered blush sinks deeper, travelling down his neck. He looks up at you, his gaze full of heat, as you straddle his hips.
“Mm..” you sigh breathily, tilting your head back slightly as you relish in the full feeling, his cock filling your tight cunt snugly. “Hoon..” you blush as you meet his hot gaze, causing him glance away nervously.
“Sorry..” he mutters sheepishly, as if he shouldn’t have been staring, and drew his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Ah.. no.. Sunghoon..” you trip over your words, your blush brightening at his cuteness. “I want you to keep your gaze on me..” you wet your lips, then pursed them in a small pout.
“O-ok..” He mumbled, his eyes flicking back to you, his cheeks still alight. You gave his hands a comforting squeeze as you rose to you knees, stopping when only the tip of his cock remained inside you.
“Aah..” you both moaned together as you sunk back down and repeated your movements. Drawing him out and then pushing back down, slowly increasing the rhythm each time.
“y/n..” he gasped in pleasure as you rode him, your cunt squeezing him pleasurably and your breasts bouncing at each thrust. He clutched your hands back and thrust up to meet your movements, soon gaining more confidence.
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SUNOO :
Prone Bone
(For those of you that don’t know this position, it’s basically missionary but the person underneath faces the bed and not their partner.)
Sunoo is usually portrayed as a cute guy with a ton of aegyo and If I'm being honest. I feel like he's the worst when it comes to sex. He would definitely like any position it's just, he just loves how the position gives him easy access to your slick cunt, he can just thrust his hips down against yours and bury himself deep inside you. I’ve got a massive HC that Sunoo is a breeder, and this is a good position for that.
Sunoo loves to feel your body against his whilst your having sex, he won’t admit it but having you restrained under his weight is a huge turn on.
He’ll cage your head between his arms, his lips pressed against your neck as he marks you as his own because even though everyone knows you’re a couple no one will dare to try and steal you away if you walk around with his love bites decorating your neck. He gets jealous quite easily, so your neck will never be bare.
“O-oh!” you gasped as Sunoo pulled out of you suddenly and flipped you over with ease, your naked chest pushed down against the bed. Your cheek rest on the soft pillow as you tried to watch him from the corner of your hazy, half-lidded eyes.
“S-Sunoo..” you whine his name as he lines the tip of his cock back up with your sloppy cunt. You had both been at it for hours already and you’d lost count of the number of times he’d made you come undone. Your neck stung pleasantly from the multiple hickeys and bite marks he’d decorated you with.
You weren’t even sure how many times he’d cum inside you this evening, you’d long since lost count of that too. Your body ached from all the different positions he’d pushed, bent and held you in. All while telling you how much he wanted to breed you, that he wouldn’t be satisfied until you’d both cum in each new position.
“Haa..” you whined weakly as he sunk back into you. Each time he pulled back his seed leaks passed your messy cunt’s lips, your stomach felt bloated from how much he’d filled you up already. “Sunoo..” you couldn’t even string a sentence together; your mind was numb with pleasure.
“This morning..” He groaned hotly and pressed his body down against your back, pinning you to the sheets. His arms were braced either side of the pillow as he made sure he wasn’t crushing you under his weight. “I didn’t want to leave the bed, I wanted to abandon all my duties..” He smack his hips down against yours, immediately setting a deepb, slow pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day.. thinking about all the different ways I would breed you..” he moaned unashamedly, his lips pressed up against your ear and he spilled his dirty thoughts to you.
“Ah-!” You cried out as he gave one harsh, deep thrust that buried the tip of his cock against your cervix. “Sunoo..” you gasped, pressing your forehead against the pillow as he stopped thrusting and remained buried inside you.
“Mmn.. more.. ” You whimpered while wriggling your hips against his to try encourage him to move again.
“Fuck.. y/n..” he groaned hotly, you're begging and moaning of his name had his cock pulsing for you. His hands fisted the bed sheets, his weight felt lighter on your back as he started fucking into you quicker.
“Sunoo..” you panted heavily; your bulging stomach was being pressed against the bed. “Haa..” you moaned softly and chewed your bottom lip; you wondered if it would just come gushing out when he was done.
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JUNGWON :
Spooning
He’s got easy access to your neck, so get ready for plenty of kisses and love bites. Plus those tantalising lips can whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he slowly fucks between your thighs.
I’m rolling with the idea, get ready to try and be quiet as he teases you relentlessly in a room full of sleeping band mates~ you’ll have to bite your lip quite hard to hold back the moans he’ll tempt from your lips.
“W-Won’..” you whisper softly, your bottom lip drawn between your teeth, your eyes screwed shut. “We-.. we can’t..” your voice was barely audible as you try and keep your delicate moans from escaping passed your lips. You quiver in his gentle hold as he embraces you from behind, spooning you in your shared bunk in the room.
“We never get any time alone in the dorm..” he sighed softly, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. His hands were tucked under your top, his smooth palms cupping your breasts as he rolled your perked nipples between his fingers. “And I'm sick of quickies..” his silvery voice sent heat flooding to your core, your entire face heating up.
“B-but..” you shudder as he trails one hand down your stomach, slipping into your trousers and into your panties. “Mmn-!” You chomp down on your lip to muffle your gasps as his fingers circle your opening.
“Shh, y/n..” he whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing the tender cartilage. He chuckled quietly as you whine, his fingers parting your folds and sinking into your dripping wet cunt. You continue to bite your lip, holding in your moans as he pumps and scissors his fingers in you, your hips following his lead.
You’d been craving him too and you really did have no private time in the dorm, or anywhere for that matter. Your drenched cunt gave away just how much you desired him. You bit your lip and decided the risk was more than worth it, all you wanted right now was your lovers cock stuffed inside you.
“Y-you..” you stammer quietly, his other hand still playing with your breast. He grins against your ear, biting it and causing you to jolt as it sends sparks down your body. “A-ah..” a weak moan escapes you as he continues to tease you all over.
“You’ll wake them up..” he warns you as he trails his lips down the side of your face, ignoring your lips and resting in your neck. He sucks your sensitive skin, drawing back only to return to the same spot and nip the area.
“Mmn!” You cry out, then freeze in place. A sleepy murmur from someone else in the room sets your heart racing. Your body shakes in Jungwon’s hold, yet he continues his advances as pulls his soaked fingers out of your cunt and pushes your panties down to your knees.
“W-Won’..” you whine his name, you couldn’t stand his teasing anymore. “M-more..” you whisper, shaking your hips back against his bulge. He inhales sharply, then releases a gentle laugh. While he tugs down his own boxers, freeing himself and lining his cock up with your seeping cunt from behind, he finally releases your breast and holds his hand in front of your mouth.
“Suck.” He whispered hotly and you do just that, taking his first two fingers into your mouth as he holds your face still. He sinks into you little by little then drags his hips back, only to thrusts back into you slowly again, drawing out each and every thrust into your aching cunt.
“Mmph..” you moan around his fingers. His free hand tucks around your body and returns to your cunt, easily finding your clit. Your orgasm was building too quickly, the coil in your stomach almost ready to burst. You knew he wouldn’t want to end this so quickly, so you were most certainly in for an incredibly long and torturous night at the hands of your teasing lover.
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mournfulroses · 4 months
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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. September 1907
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bathroomtrapped · 5 months
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my sister told me to caption this 'two lovely men' without any context so heres two lovely christian saw men 👍🏻
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grudgecollector · 2 years
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AHHH i’m so excited to see that you take breaking bad requests, such and underwritten-for fandom!!! could i please request some headcanons for dating badger? thanks so much 💗
Oh man I can't agree enough, when I first started looking for fics I was honestly shocked there wasn't more. Especially for Jesse. 
And luckily enough I've actually already started writing those headcanons a few days ago! So absolutely I can 💖
Being in a relationship with Brandon "Badger" Mayhew 
Tags/Warnings: mentions of drugs, fluff, nsfw under the cut
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✯ He's a handsy person, he loves holding hands, having an arm around your shoulder or waist, having you sitting on his lap, etc etc.
✯ An excellent kisser too, soft yet passionate, he loves to have one hand bracing the back of your neck or on your jaw, he just wants to touch you.
✯ I've talked about this before but... the hugs this man gives are incredible. Very warm, loving, and safe feeling. The best hugs come when you're stressed or sad, he's just so caring and will bring you into his arms with no hesitation (and if you want it), hand softly stroking down your back and arms, keeping you securely pressed against him.
✯ He's a gift giver. It's his love language and that is definitely shown in your relationship. Perfumes, flowers, candy/chocolates (if you’re into that), movies, his own clothes, and sometimes things he'll find when walking outside like pretty rocks.
✯ The dates can be pretty cute, picnics in a clearing in the woods, him taking you to some local restaurants and diners, maybe even some out of town just for a fun little day adventure.
And the best one yet, going to the Renaissance Festival. What's better than dressing up during pirate weekend, eating a giant turkey leg while watching two people joust, and buying a sword and other interesting trinkets at the end of the day.
✯ Nights hanging out with Jesse and Pete are a must, playing cards or videos games while eating pizza. They were very quick to take you into the group when you and Badger got together. 
And so as a result you were often at Jesse’s or Pete’s with a controller in your hand or sitting on the couch listening to your boyfriend ramble about another ‘script’ he’s written or a light hearted ramble about plot holes in a show he’s been watching. 
✯ Since it’s Badger I feel like I’m sort of required to bring this up, but if you don’t do drugs he’s not going to be the type to try and pressure you into it if you give him a hard “No.” 
✯ At night if you’re sleeping in the same bed, he’s not much of a cuddler (that’s more for when you’re both laying on the couch together), but he will have a hand laying on your forearm if you have your hand up next to your face, or a hand lazily laying on your stomach or waist.  
✯ Will make you laugh all the time, whether it’s intentional or not, he’s just the type of guy who’s always funny somehow. 
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✯ He's soft and sweet but he can be rough if you ask him to. A different side of him comes out if you beg hard enough.
✯ Not surprising to literally anyone but he's probably into roleplay, which is where this said rough side can come out. 
✯ Loves having sex after smoking weed (but will only do it if you’re comfortable with that).
✯ He’s not very loud but you can hear the whispery curses and small moans passing his lips.
✯ I think he'd be pretty thick, but about average size. 
✯ And is probably way too good at eating pussy. Like if he could he’d spend the rest of his life just doing that, he’s a fucking animal. 
✯ Likes missionary not because he's boring but because he likes looking at you. Also loves to fuck with your back to his chest, both kneeling on the bed (or in front of a mirror) with him thrusting up into you. 
✯ The easiest way to get him going is by sitting on his lap and kissing his neck while playing with his hair. 
✯ If you were to give him a blowjob that’s probably the only time you’ll hear full moans come from him. His head thrown back on the couch, his hands coming down to the back of your head and trying his hardest not to thrust up into your mouth, or push you further down. He wants you to go at your own pace but oh god... 
“Oh holy fuck... Baby please... Fuck you feel so good. I’m gonna cum-” 
✯ He can also be pretty talkative too depending on if he’s high or not. If he is he’s definitely a bit more talkative, praises falling from his lips every few seconds, telling you “Oh fuck you’re doing so good.” or “Keep doing that- please oh god...”
✯ He’s a switch, he doesn’t mind being on the top or or underneath you depending on how the both of you are feeling. 
✯ For anything particular he may be into I’d say he likes having his hair pulled, cockwarming, and I could be projecting but he probably has a bit of a breeding kink. 
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agentc0rn · 3 months
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He dared to fly high and beyond
With a will that burned hotter than the sun itself
Outstretched his hand
Just to feel a modicum of its light
Longing to possess its brilliance, power, legacy
Enveloped and overwhelmed
His wings of crystals cracked and he fell
Down into the heart of the sea
Just before the tides claimed him
From the skies, came down them
and reached a hand for his.
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siberian-xanadu · 12 days
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Hey guys, I wrote this flash fiction thing really quickly, and I want to know if it's any good to develop further into a short story. I got inspired yesterday while on the bus to school, and pondering the fact on how dangerous it can be to be trapped in a car with someone. TW for implied domestic abuse, implied drug/alcohol usage. Betrayal
“And another thing!”, she said, ire burning in her voice. She was as transfixed on the road ahead as the person driving next to her. She couldn’t bear to bring her gaze to meet his; there was a time now lost where she couldn’t bear to look away. “All I wanted you to do was put the dishes away in the way I showed you! How difficult is it to separate the cups and mugs?”
Truth be told, she was just searching for more reasons to justify her decision. She was scrutinizing every action or inaction her partner had ever taken in order to prove to herself that he had always been like this. That she had been too blind to see. That these little indiscretions that she would have otherwise let go were indicative towards some larger problem. However, there was no way she could have known. 
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. His foot involuntarily flexed on the gas, pushing them a little faster. It was true: they never agreed on how to put the dishes away. It was something that was laughed about until a few days ago. They also never agreed on the order of sweeping and vacuuming, or which season was the best, or if they preferred dogs or cats, and these, too, were swept aside as irrelevant. They still were. 
The car sped on in silence. It was the end of an overcast day; the time of day where afternoon and evening meet. The dark clouds overhead seemed to thicken in anticipation of the coming night. The forecast had predicted rain that evening, and true to word, the first droplets of rain began to splash the window. The wind began to pick up. Unconsciously, he flicked the windshield wipers on. 
“It’s hardly raining! Why are you wasting the fluid?”, came her sudden voice from the silence. 
The man allowed a deep sigh to escape. “I did one thing wrong, and now you’re gonna criticize everything I do? There’s plenty of fluid in the fucking car!” It was the first time his voice had raised above a grumble in days. It was the first time he had spoken since they had gotten in the car. It was a sudden outburst of anger that he had not known he was capable; that he usually wasn't capable of. That had changed.
“Oh, so now you’re gonna raise your voice with me?! You know what you did, and you know why I’m so upset! That’s why we’re in this situation!” Her eyes burned with tears, and her cheeks burned with anger. She used the rearview mirror to look into his eyes; the most she had done since she found out. 
“It’s not like I cheated on you,” he said, unnaturally evening the tone of his voice.
“This is worse than cheating,” she replied, with as much iciness as she could muster. She swallowed, and stared out the passenger window, attempting to compose the next few words. “If you had cheated, you would just be betraying me. By doing… by choosing to do what you did, you betrayed yourself too, and that is what I cannot forgive.”
She stared at him. He stared ahead. The streetlights flicked on, and rain continued to come down. The wind howled. They did not speak. The only voice to break the silence came from the GPS, directing them to get off at the next exit. 
He missed the exit. 
“What the fuck are you doing? You were supposed to get off!”, she yelled. This time, there was just a twinge of desperation in her voice.
“I changed my mind.” His words were cool, with a sense of undeserved finality. 
“Are you high or are you crazy?”
“Neither.”
“Bullshit!” 
“You can call ‘bullshit’ all you want, but I’m telling you the truth!”
She laughed as one does when they catch someone else in a lie. “And you expect me to believe that? Especially now?” 
“I don’t expect you to believe shit! I’m not fucking high though, and I’m not crazy either. You’re the one that’s acting crazy right now!”
“You’re not high right now, and even that I don’t believe! Let me out of this car!” She began to jiggle the side door as he kept driving down the parkway. It was after dusk now; rain poured across the windshield in streams. Thunder cracked in the distance. 
“I’m not letting you out; we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere!”
“And we wouldn’t be if you had gotten off at the exit earlier! I want out of this car, and I want out of this relationship!”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Their bodies lurched forward as the car came to a sudden stop. Their eyes met for the first time since she had found the bottles and spoons left at the bottom of an unused drawer. Unlike the first time they met, or the first time they made love, or on their wedding day, this was no loving gaze. It was a staredown between two strangers. The rain kept coming down around them, providing a percussive ostinato against the lonely wailing of the wind. Inside the car, it was dark; their faces only illuminated by the streetlights above. 
“Why did you stop?” “I’m turning this car around, and we’re going home.” “No!”, she protested, genuine fear overtaking her voice. This was not the man she married. She had no idea where she was, and she was stuck in a car in the cold, dark, pouring rain. Every muscle tensed; her breathing quickened. 
“You said you wanted out of this relationship. You said you wanted out of the car. I will be giving you both of those things when we get home,” his voice crescendoed with every word.
He turned the car back on. He made a U-turn. She pounded on the window, trying to get the door open to no avail. He ignored her. He ignored the exit as they passed again on the other side of the road. 
One way or another, she would be leaving the relationship that night. 
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violet-kink-rambles · 2 months
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I just learned that weed science is apparently really advanced now and they can design strains of weed for specific things. So naturally I had to Google "weed designed for extra munchies" and now all I can think about is a feeder doing dispensary runs and specifically choosing strains to make me extra hungry and greedy
It's just next level enabling, leaning into an already brewing food addiction and lazy lifestyle
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carlangusyung · 2 years
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I need Pickles to ride Skwisgaar until he’s completely run dry
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shima-draws · 1 year
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