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lunaekalenda · 4 months
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champion treatment!
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, tbh i started this with a character in mind but it can be a couple of them so just tagging the ones i think that fit lol, femboodied reader, use of pet names as "darling"
"come on, you can do better."
but you can't. not with your mouth aching from taking his shaft and his fingers stuffed inside you, mercilessly thrusting in and out of you while his hips press against your face, making you take even more of him. your body is spread on his lap, his legs open so he can finger you at the same time you give him the special treatment for champions like him.
"look at you now, so silently, obediently sucking on my cock, huh?" he thrusts his hips and his fingers at the same time, his free hand resting on the curve of your lower back, arching you for him. "no more complaints, rudeness or sharp responses." he hums in approval when you moan around him, fingers reaching deeper as his own cock touches the back of your throat. "already too dumb to even remember what you said earlier to me?"
his apartment is silent, apart from his grunts and your moans, his heavy breath and your gasps for air every time he lets you breath. The windows are full open, giving a view of the city none of you are appreciating. you're too busy into each other to even notice the way the night lights start to turn on as the sun sets behind the windows. he takes his shaft out of your mouth, slapping it against your cheek with soft moans and lustful looks. he presses the tip softly between your half open mouth, two of his fingers running up and down his length while his eyes are fixed on yours. His other hand, still busy on you, adds another finger to your insides, making you moan, for his pleasure.
"let's see... you entered in my gym." he recaps, as his fingers keep moving inside you, making your back arch more and your own body search that friction. "no, no, that's not how it works. it's rude to cum while i speak, so you'll have to listen and wait, got it?" he takes your body closer, resting his back against the backrest, and taking your body between his legs, your back against his chest. his free hand keeps your legs parted as his fingers keep pumping in and out, so pleasurably, so good. "don't you dare to take your attention away from me, or i'll have to punish you." with that being said, he licks your neck from your shoulder to your jaw. "where were we? ah, yeah. the training." his fingers slow down for a bit, for your relief, as he kept thinking. "you entered while i was still training. that shouldn't be a problem, i'm used to having you fluttering around in those stupid gym clothes." his fingers quicken the pace, going more aggressively, while his thumb caress your lips. "then, that damned boy asked to train with me. as if i hadn't anything better to do as the champion." he grunts, the silence letting you hear the obscene wet sounds coming from his fingers. "and then, you stood up, came towards me and... what did you call me, dear?" the sarcasm in the pet name he uses on you makes your senses come back a little, only to be swept away with the next thrust of his fingers.
"asshole." you manage to speak between your teeth. he laughs before taking his fingers to your mouth, playing with your tongue, saliva dripping all down your chest while he hums.
"exactly, asshole." he approves your words, taking his fingers out of your mouth, still wet. "don't even think about closing those legs, hm?" you feel the coldness on your back when he moves a bit, taking the wet hand towards his hardness and pumping it up and down. you can hear the sounds he makes, the way he breaths, the way he moans and curses under his breath. "and then... what happened then?" he remembers perfectly, and your mind is too dizzy to even think about it. "then you went for a shower at the same time i did. such a coincidence, specially in a gym where there's only one shower room." he stops his words to moan audibly, and you can hear his fist jerking him faster. "mhm, fuck. i would have waited outside, but waiting is not for me." he takes his fingers out of you, glistening juices dripping down his fingers. you turn to face him right when he licks one of his fingers from the base to the tip, a lustful smile as soon as he's done. taking your nape, he brings you closer, pulling you for a kiss. his mouth is aggressive, violent. it crashes against yours like an hurricane, and his tongue slips inside of your mouth easily, playing with yours, muffling all the moans he lets escape as his hand keeps going, letting you taste yourself on him. he parts. spreading his body in the bed, he asks you to sit on his lap. gives you a side smile.
"then, we came here, to discuss your behavior in my gym." he continues, as he licks the hand on his shaft, giving it a slow pump again before getting on his knees. bending your body by your lower back, making you arch and open your legs for him. he puts a cushion under your tummy. his eyes are still fixed on your legs, on the way your juices drip down to your thighs, on how you desperately move your body to search for friction. he gives you a slap on your ass. "be quiet." his fingers caress you again, right before he leaves a hungry kiss on your pussy, tongue taking all the wetness and making you ready -as if you weren't.- for his cock.
taking him won't be easy, and you know it, but you're in so much pleasure you physically need him to fuck you. he slaps his cock against you a couple times, the lewd sight of your wetness coating his length, before he pushes his tip against you.
"and then, i told you we punish people like you." he moans between words. "the way your eyes looked at me, defiant... that made me instantly hard." he pushes a bit further, his fingers gripped to your ass as you take him inside, moaning every time he moves. "and then, somehow, we were making out on this exact spot."
you didn't knew what you felt for him. was it hunger? hate? desire? somehow, the vision of him lustfully smiling, with one hand marking the shape of his cock on his training pants and the other already inside his shirt, made something in you.
"how was i supposed to resist?" he finally pushes all his length inside, making you release all the air in your lungs. "with those cute training shorts that left nothing to my imagination." those shorts are now in front of you, messy, wet. "do you remember what happened next o your dumb brain needs me to refresh it?" he doesn't give you even time to answer when he thrusts deep inside you in one motion, making your voice leave in broken moans as he keeps making your ass bounce against his hips. "i touched you above those damn shorts, and you made such a mess... who would have known that the same asshole you confronted would be the one to make you wet with a couple of caresses and dirty words on your ears?" he thrusts again, harder, his body falling on your back and his lips kissing your shoulder. "fuck. and who would have known you hid something so good for me, hm?" you can feel his cock throbbing when your pussy clenches around him, the way his voice deepens every single thrust, how his words are more and more broken by moans. "i... i told you i would bend you over my bed." his hand presses harder on your back, arching you more, making him reach deeper as he goes harder and harder and faster. "and that i would fuck you senseless." he keeps going, drops of sweat running down his muscled torso towards the v on his hips. he gives a strong, deep thrust, staying quiet for a second, stimulating your clit with his wet thumb. "and that i would fill you up as many times as needed for you to learn the lesson." his hips start to move again, shy, slow, painfully slow, reaching and caressing sweetly every correct spot inside you.
"fuck." you're able to say the whole word before he laughs, his hand traveling to your shoulder to make his thrusts deeper.
"you're enjoying it, huh? i can feel how damn wet you're getting while i keep thrusting" he goes in again, harder, making you grip your hands on the fluffy bed cushion. "should i be a bit more rude? it's not a punishment if you're having a better time than me." his tone shows he's joking, as he caresses the curve of your ass before tightening his grip around your waist, guiding your body towards his again,. "although my first idea was to take you back to the gym and show everyone the consequences of annoying me, as soon as you looked at me back i knew i needed to keep that to myself." so, he drove back to his apartment, with you on the copilot seat, after making out on the changing room and decided to take it further on his luxurious penthouse. his hips keep slamming against your soft skin, wet noises can be heard in the room as he keeps going. your knees feel shaky from the effort of being in four while the pleasure makes them tremble. your voice is long gone from all the moans and grunts you've been releasing, and he seems way more silent than earlier, as a clear signal of pleasure.
"suck me in again." he asks, in low voice, a long moan following his words while he takes his hips far from your body, leaving your bodies only connected by his tip. you make an effort to do what he asks for, and the way he growls lets you know you did good. "yeah. just like that, exactly like that." his voice deepens as much as his cock does inside you. "you're taking it so well, you're even making me proud." he whispers. with a subtle movement, he pulls off suddenly, leaving you trembling and wanting more. He takes the pillow under your body away as he takes your legs, turning you around, resting on your back and facing him. his strong arms take your legs, putting both around his waist, as he enters again in a quiet movement, smooth, pleasurable. his face is now close, his moans getting mixed with yours and his arms holding his weight to avoid squishing you. "better this way?" he asks. you nod a couple times, too immersed in pleasure to speak, and he leaves a kiss near your jaw. "you're close, aren't you? i can feel it in the way your tighten around me." his hips slam sensually against your body, sweetly, way more lovingly than at the start of it. "come on, darling, cum for me, yeah? you deserve it after being so good for me." he hits the spot harder, deeper, before talking again. "cum so i can fill you up... i can't even imagine how good you're gonna squeeze me while you moan my name." his mouth is now on your ears, whispering such words and bitting your lobule. your mind feels cloudy, but you can feel the knot in your stomach, about to explode. you hug his back and your legs try to keep him closer, buried deep inside of you, as his name comes out of your mouth in a plead.
"yeah, yeah, exactly like that." his own words sound inestable, and his thrusts get erratic. "ah, i'm gonna fill you up so good... you've made such a hard work to take me today, you deserve it so much, don't you?" he rambles as he keeps going, so close. you feel overstimulated, your words aren't coherent anymore and you feel to tired to even move. your muscles keep clenching, and he moans every time you do so. "you deserve it, darling. take it, don't let it waste, yeah?" with a last thrust, you feel how his body loses strength, almost falling on top of yours, as he cums. he stays that way long time after he's done, hugged to your body and buried inside of you, while your hands caress his hair softly. your breaths are rhythmic now, and the city lights are more beautiful than ever behind the window.
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subspencerreid · 2 years
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SUB SPENCER REID P*RN LINKS!
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gif creds @nervous-tic !!
-> thanks to the response i got on this post i decided to post some of the links! special thanks to @slut-for-fictional-men for being the reason i searched for some of these originally!! go follow them for more criminal minds characters p*rn links and prompts w them!!
MINORS DNI
making sub spencer orgasm multiple times
sub spencer try’s topping you
refusing to let sub spencer inside you
sub spencer using a fleshlight
sub spencer masturbating
sub spencer using a vibrator
machine makes sub spencer come
fingering sub spencer
pegging sub spencer
giving sub spencer a handjob
sub spencer sucking on your boobs
riding inpatient sub spencer while he plays and sucks on your boobs
UNTITLED SUB SPENCER REID
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-> let me know if i should do a part two!!
mutual tags: @reidsmommy @thatsonezesty13 @fondlysoftly @sparklinspence @hotchandspencearedilfs @reidingrainbow @peggingreid @will-on-the-internet @midnightreid @reidsbookclub @drreidslittlesecret @spookydrreid @1800spencerreid @fightingdragonswithreid @samuel-de-champagne-problems (pls message me to not be tagged)
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thornheated · 3 months
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I NEED HOT ROBOT SEX NOW
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iridescentmauve · 2 years
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imagine robin buckley as your gf.
note: no this is not proofread go away if you're gonna point out my spelling mistakes. MEN DNI | requests: OPEN.
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gf!robin who loves it when you steal her clothes and vice versa. seeing you in her jean coats always gets her flustered!
gf!robin who wants to show you off 24/7 to her friends :))
gf!robin who brags about how she has the best, prettiest and most amazing girlfriend ever to steven ( also points out how he's bitchless )
gf!robin who can't maintain eye contact with you without squealing and looking away <33
gf!robin who gets super flustered whenever you compliment her hands and can't help but imagine your cute puffy lips wrapped around her fingers :(
gf!robin who makes out with you during her breaks in the back closet of family video because she just misses your lips so much.
gf!robin who listens to madonna & the beatles with you all the time.
gf!robin who always wants you in her arms.
gf!robin who is used to spooning you, but wouldn't mind being spooned every now and then.
gf!robin who sets up the cheesiest dates with stuff she gets from the dollar store, but you love them anyway <3
gf!robin who favors giving you pleasure over receiving it.
gf!robin who would spend her entire lifetime in between your legs, lapping at your pretty little pussy until your clit gets all red and puffy. 💗
gf!robin who loves overstimulating you and edging you to double your pleasure.
gf!robin who loves it when you make a mess all over her pretty face <3333 whenever you do, she'll be begging for you to do it again and again and again until you're nothing but putty on her tongue.
gf!robin who loves it when you sit on her face and suffocate her with your pretty pussy, fingers holding her hips down on her face, sure to leave bruises later on 😖
gf!robin who takes her time sliding her long fingers into your pussy, savoring how your walls clamp down around her digits.
gf!robin who will either finger you slow and sensual or fast and rough. either way, she'll have you creaming on her fingers in no time 💗
gf!robin who will spend hours with her strap deep inside of you, rubbing fast circles onto your greedy clit until you cum.
gf!robin who loves it when you eat her out after she fucks you good and hard, your tongue lapping at her sticky folds is the best thing ❤️❤️
gf!robin who's aftercare is the absolute best out of anyone.
gf!robin who gently cleans you up after sex, puts your pajamas on for you and spends the rest of day or night spooning you while you sleep.
gf robin buckley my beloved <33333
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harmfulb1tch · 7 months
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Interesting Dreams
Ship: Brad Bakshi x afab!reader
A/N: Inspired by that episode where Poppy has a wet dream about Ian, but make it 10x kinkier. Also, I'm currently going completely feral over this character for some reason There is not enough content for him, so underrated :')
Warnings: SMUT (minors don’t interact, I’m warning you): Degradation, fingering, penetration (p in v, no protection, please use protection), swearing.
summary: You never thought he would appear in your dreams. Brad Bakshi was the head of monetization and he was the definition of an asshole. He was a man who everyone despised in your office, including you. But did you really?
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His hot breath fanned against your exposed, sweat covered neck, just before he placed an open-mouth kiss on your jaw, beneath your cheek. His teeth grazed against the soft skin nipping on it before giving the patch of skin another kiss as if to soothe it. The attack on your neck never once ceased while you squirmed in his lap, arching your spine while he had a soft but firm grasp on your lower back. He trailed the neck kisses all the way to your mouth, where he yet again kissed softly before entering his tongue in it, filling said kiss with hunger and lust. You grabbed at his soft, curly hair when he pulled back from the kiss and observed you with curiosity and intent. You paused at the same time as him, looking at his sharp features lit by the ethereal candle light that surrounded the both of you, revealing both of your naked bodies to each other. 
The man in front of you then laid you on your back, on the soft mattress you both were on just before he started kissing your ankles, all the way to your calves and finishing on the inside of your thighs. He continued the trail of kisses up your stomach before he reached his hand underneath your chin, making you look up at him. He could read you like an open book, your face covered in desperation for his touch. 
He looked at you with his chocolate-brown eyes in a condescending and selfish way you could only shiver at, tilting your head upwards to face him. You didn’t know if this was an intimidation tactic or if he was just trying to be in control of the situation. Either way, you didn’t mind and a desperate whine came out of your lips, making him smirk at the sound.
As a response, he kissed you yet again with the same hunger as before while grazing his fingers on the slit of your cunt. This, yet again, made you shiver with anticipation. He softly teased your clit before teasing your entrance, just before entering it with his fingers. You let out a soft, airy moan that only motivated him further to insert another finger into your hole. He then slowly and teasingly started to pump said fingers in and out, on a “come-hither” motion. 
“Please…” You pleaded.
“Please what, slut?” The insult making you shiver 
“More…I need you inside…”
“You want me to fuck you? Are you truly that desperate that you want me to fuck you hard against this mattress?” He asked, to which you just nodded and whined. “Do you think you deserve it?” He asked again, to which you nodded, not having the strength to answer with words.
He then re-positioned himself till his dick teased your entrance before slowly entering you, making you moan and him smirk, the noise waking up something in him. He started fucking into you hard, just how you wanted it, how you needed it. He was taking what he wanted out of you and you were pleased to give it to him.
When you were about to cum, a sound that could be heard in the distance distracted you. This sound became louder and louder by the second. It was a beeping sound, the sound of your alarm clock. You jolted awake on your bed, as if you just woke up from a nightmare. Although that dream was far from a nightmare, it had been one of the best dreams of your life. That is until it dawned on you. You had a dream of the most hated, cruel and evil person in your office. Brad, from monetization.
After battling that instinct of calling in sick for the day to hide away from the embarrassment, you got up, had breakfast, decided on a rather slutty but suitable-for-work outfit for the day (it was instinctive, it’s not like you wanted to catch Brad’s attention or anything…) and headed into the office. 
When you got there, you immediately sat in your office’s chair and placed your backpack on the sofa in front of your desk, right after you closed the door. A long sigh left your lips as you pinched the bridge of your nose in a disgusted confusion regarding the dream you had just woken up from. It’s not like you hated Brad like everybody else, but you weren’t really fond of him either. You always hated the way that he was unable to do kind things for anybody. 
You had certainly never thought of him in that way before, but if you were honest with yourself, he was very handsome. He had sharp features, a defined jawline, beautiful brown eyes and he was very tall, much taller than you. Your thoughts were then cut off by someone abruptly entering your office without even knocking, in a very nervous way.
“Y/N! We need you to come up with the masked man’s redesign like, TODAY! Montreal is going absolutely nuts because, apparently, the build-up is too big and the fans are in deep need of seeing it’s redesign!” Poppy, your co-worker and friend screamed at your door. You weren’t in the mood to deal with the crazy today, so you just nodded and got to work. 
You were the art and animation team’s leader. You and your team had too much work to deal with the Masked Man’s new design but you couldn’t refuse to do it. You would probably have to work on it all day and save the rest of your work and responsibilities for the night. On top of all, you couldn’t shake Brad off your head, no matter how hard you tried. The man was like a constant menace in the back of your head, not ready to leave anytime soon. 
Like a manifestation, someone knocked on the door to your office once again. You snapped your head towards the door and in an irritated tone, you let the person behind the door come into your office. Of course, it was Brad.
“Good morning! I decided that for once I wanted to do something nice, so here you go” He said, placing the cup on your desk. You immediately blushed seeing him enter your office and the memories of the dream you had that night came back. Him kissing your neck, fingering you, fucking you…
“Wow, thanks Brad. I um- I don’t know what to say… thanks, again?” You cursed at yourself for being so awkward.
“Yeah well, no problem. I’m here with ulterior motives.”
“Of course you are, go on. What do you want from me?” you asked with a bit of sarcasm in your voice. 
“Well, you know how the masked man is being re-designed right? Yeah of course you do. What I need is for someone on your team to create new merch for him. If it’s more of a fan-service type of merch, it would be amazing. Like in a mug or-”
“Absolutely not” You cut him off, taking a sip of coffee loudly. 
“Y/N… I truly tried to be reasonable, bringing you a cup of coffee and all” He said, rubbing his hands as if he was a mad scientist from a kids TV show. This made you roll your eyes. Your action made Brad lean on your desk in an intimidating way. He was practically towering over you while you were sitting in your desk chair. He made you feel small, like you needed to go back into your little shell and, if you were honest with yourself, you kind of liked it. 
“You have no choice but to do as I say. I practically own you and your little art club.” He whispered, his face close to yours. His hot breath fanning against your ear. 
You immediately blushed, very hard. You felt your hands become sweaty and your mouth dry. You gulped being intimidated by his presence but at the same time so fucking horny. You softly nodded, his face so close to yours your faces almost rubbed together at the cheeks.
“O-ok.. y-yeah no worries. I-I’ll tell someone from my t-team to get to it…” You didn’t know what had gotten into you. In normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have agreed to do this, especially since you weren’t scared of him. After the dream you had, it was like you had a shift in your consciousness and was at his complete mercy. It scared you.
Brad then proceeded to leave. Walking backwards with a disgusting grin on his face. There was times you really wanted to punch his smug face, but obviously you also wanted him to kiss you really fucking badly.
As the day went on, you tried to ignore Brad as best as you could. Everytime you interacted with him, the dream you had crept back into your mind and it made you blush madly. Every time this happened, he would look weird at you and brush it off. You were thankful he didn’t piece everything together because, if he did, he would make your life miserable for the rest of the week at least. 
Your break was then interrupted, yet again, by your coworker Poppy regarding the masked man’s redesign. She started talking non-stop at a very fast pace. You weren’t really paying attention to her, your focus going onto the slim man standing in his office talking on the phone. You could see him through the windows of his office. He seemed calm but powerful at the same time. You were practically drooling all over him. When he caught you looking, he smirked and winked at you, making you snap out of your trance, look away and blush yet again. 
“Ok, I’m sorry. What the fuck is going on with you today?! You’re not even paying attention to me, what are you looking at so intently-” She paused, looking in the direction you were looking to and automatically gasped in horror, as if you just had killed someone “You were LOOKING AT BRA-” You cut her off by putting your hand over her mouth, as if you two ere cartoons.
“Shut up! Poppy shut up! Ugh…” You, again, pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance and looked at Poppy, who seemed horrified “Look…I had a sort of dream about Brad and now I feel all confused and shit.”
“Oh… OH, wait what the FUCK?!” She was even more confused than before but patted your back understandably. She was a good friend. A shitty boss, but a good friend.
What you both didn’t know is that someone else could hear your conversation. David was just behind you listening to everything without even noticing he was at first. You only knew he was there when you heard a surprised squeal by the man behind you. You and Poppy slowly turned around and horror once again filled both of your faces. David Bittlesbee was known for many, many things. But one of those things was, ultimately, not being able to keep his mouth shut. 
“David…” You said, as if to warn a dog or a child of not doing something “Please, don’t say anything. I’m begging you” The man in front of you just shook his head and ran away from the situation, taking cover in the office he shared with the man that filled your fantasies. 
“Oh boy… you’re fucked” Said Poppy in a nervous tone.
“Yes. Yes I am.” And with that, you took cover in your office. You closed the door and creepily spied on the man that you were sure was about to ruin your life. 
David entered his shared office with Brad with a nervous look on his face. He looked as if he was about to burst. Brad immediately laughed at him seemingly said something to him. You didn’t know what exactly, because you couldn’t the men talking, but you assumed it was something along the lines of “What the fuck is going on with you?”. 
The two men continued talking, you supposed Brad was trying to get everything out of David and he seemed to get more nervous by the second. You continued looking through the blinds of your office intensely both of them and saw Brad continue to push and tease David to tell him what was going on. David was pacing and you heard a muffle shout come out of his mouth and saw him throw his hands up in the air defeatedly. 
After that, you saw both men look directly to your office. At that moment, you thought your heart might stop. You made eye contact with Brad and immediately shuffled away from the office’s window, closing the blinds. You started nervously pacing around the office, not knowing what to do exactly. You also started biting your nails as you thought about all of the possible outcomes. Would he belittle you? Laugh at you? Perhaps he tells Carol from Human Resources and has you fired?! Why would they fire you for having a wet dream, that’s stupid. He was going to make your life hell-
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on your door. You were absolutely terrified at that exact moment. You thought you might die of embarrassment. The only possible way to escape this situation now was if the earth swallowed you whole, and you really wanted that to happen.
“C-Come in!” you shouted at the person on the other side of the door, knowing perfectly well who it was. “Hey Brad! The money-maaaaaan. What’s up? What do you need?!” You yet again cursed at yourself for being so. Fucking. Awkward. You sounded fucking mental. The slim man in front of you closed the door behind him, and walked towards you slowly.
“A piece of information came to my ears just about…” He looked at the watch in his wrist to check the time “...five minutes ago”
“Oh yeah? And what might that be?” You thought playing the innocent card might save you from this awkward encounter 
“Well… after pushing David, for quite a short amount of time, actually” that smug smirk came back again, raising anxiety and anger in the pit of your stomach “He told me you were keeping a little secret from me” 
“Really? And what might that be?” You said in a high pitched voice.
“Don’t play dumb Y/N. I know you had quite a dream about me” he walked closer to you while you were both standing in the middle of your office. Leaning in he bent down a bit, to match your height and whispered in your ear “I didn’t know you thought about me in that way. You’re quite the naughty one aren’t you?” You gulped nervously and blushed madly for the one-hundredth time that day. He retreated his head from your ear and placed it right in front of your face “I bet you are fucking desperate for me to kiss you right now?”
You weren’t aware of what you were doing, but you were slowly leaning in to kiss him. When you noticed, you were almost closing your eyes and he was very close to your lips. In that moment, he retreated his face and straightened his back to look down on you. He then scoffed and grinned, taking an aura of superiority. 
“Hm.. I don’t think so. Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot. I just think I could have a bit more fun with this, with you.” And with that he chuckled and left your office leaving you a blushing mess. 
He was such a fucking asshole, and you knew it. It’s not like you were new in the office and didn’t know how Brad was. That was just how he was, and everyone accepted it. You accepted the fact that he was a dick long ago, until you had that fucking dream. Or at least that’s what you convinced yourself to think. Deep down you knew he was very hot and you couldn’t take you eyes off him. You needed him, badly. Even if you knew you would get hurt.
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leatherrice · 2 months
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I think what draws me to Venom as a character so much is the concept of being forced to be so intimate with someone else.
To occupy the same body as someone else, for them to literally be able to read your thoughts and memories? How chilling would that be, how embarrassing, how anxiety-inducing. Yet seeing all the things you don't say, all the things you hide from others, only intrigues them. Knowing you so intimately only makes them love you more.
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saturnsub · 24 days
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After teasing this should be a set up. naked with tight painful bounds around their tits. gag also tighter than usually their mouth so all they can do is keep their mouth open and drool. Mouth as wet as their ignored pussy dripping everywhere. beaded (so they can't get off against it) small crotch rope through their pussy and ass just to tantalise but otherwise their pussy has been untouched besides having an object shortly inserted into it for lube just for it to be quickly shoved in their ass. they're kept just drooling and barely touching their tight sensitive tits forever but now they're allowed to lean forward over a pillow and while they're not allowed to rub their pussy against it they can rub their tits back and forth with their plugged ass sticking up and their legs spread, rope tantalising their pussy. Exposed and drooling so much they're coating below them completely just wet and not getting what they need but being a complete and utter disgusting desperate slut.
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thirstycatboy · 2 years
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Fucking another transmasc and knocking each other up at the same time...
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surpriserose · 9 months
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stop being weird about virginity for the love of god!!!!!! Its not special it just means youre fucking for the first time its not some magical purity barrier!!!!!!!!!!!! augghhhhhhh💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
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lunaekalenda · 1 year
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home office!! a little nsfw nanami drabble! warnings: tiny scenario, smut, fingering, oral, fem!bodied reader.
when nanami and you moved together, you were conscious of the amount of hours he was gonna pass on his office at home. you wanted him to feel as comfortable on the room as possible, and you helped him to decorate, paint and choose the furniture.
"do you like this desk?" you ask, poiting at a big, wooden one. nanami only shakes his head as he keeps pushing the shopping cart, full of office things, photo frames and the chair's big box. you keep showing nanami some desks you like, as he keeps saying no to all of them. but he seems to find one when his strong arms take a glass table, with dark wood structure.
"oh, ken, there are plenty of tables, and glass is so hard to clean...." you pout, trying to convince your man, but he still puts the table on the cart and walking to the cashier point.
"i'll be the one cleaning it. besides, i think it has a lot of functionality. i have my reasons to take it." his side smile awakes your curiosity, but still, you follow him with the eyes fixed on the glass table, still not convinced.
"i hope that reasons are good enough for such an investiment." you pinch his biceps with your index, making him smile.
"don't worry, i'll be glad to show you as soon as i get it done"
the reasons were more than enough, specially when he lets you sit on his chair, taking your skirt up and your panties down as he drowns his mouth between your thighs. you're more than capable to see his head moving up and down on you, the shiny threads of saliva connecting both when he parts for air, the lustful smile when he sucks two of his fingers to make the wet for you. he smiles from across the table as his fingers keep a soft motion againt you, caressing, pinching, fingering. you're able to see the exact moment he puts his mouth back on you, tongue, fingers, lips. your hands grip to the chair's armrests as he keeps working on you, his only free hand caressing up and down, slowly, the tent on his suit pants. You feel his fingers stuck on your insides, caressing with the tip of his fingers, lips shiny and eyes darkened from lust when he looks at you through the glass of the table.
"seeing how much you're enjoying, i hope you're conscious that my turn goes right after i make you cum, darling."
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thornheated · 8 months
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Is getting railed by a robot too much to ask for?
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rowesam · 9 months
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need for my brain to be rewired by a hot dom so that my masochist ass can start getting off on this possible chronic illness
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bestiarum · 1 year
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it's so funny to me that there's almost no concise way to politely tell minors to fuck off. you can ofc say that this is an 18+ blog but mostly they're just listed there in the DNIs along with the worst scumbags possible. and their only crime is being to young to witness the depravity of man
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saturnsub · 24 days
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some really good times to spank sluts' asses and tits:
Before you touch them in any other way in a session. To turn them on in the first place for the rest of it. Mock them for getting wet/hard just by being humiliated and hit.
After you've edged them so many times they've lost count. Make them think maybe this time they get to come, but instead they have to get hit instead. Maybe make them hit themselves instead. They'll be so desperate to please at this point it could be entertaining. Make it go on a while or even leave the room for a bit so they're stuck hitting themselves like the pathetic sluts they are until you do say they've done a good job just for them to be edged again.
While they're being fucked or grinding desperately on something. Associating the pleasure and the humiliation all together with the pain and the patheticness.
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goodshipgonewild · 11 months
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Obsessed with this example club
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Slap Me Silly, huh... Something you want to share with the class, Jamie? 😏
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