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Happy 34th Birthday mother!! 🩵🩵
#taylor swift birthday#taylor swift#t swizzle#mother is mothering#taylor swift taylor's version#taylor stans#taylor nation#taylor allison swift#happy birthday
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Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Joe Burrow/AFAB!Reader
Word Count: 500+
Summary: Joe is a little desperate for you when you refuse him for weeks, cautious of his injury.
Warnings: smut, porn with very little plot, minor sub!joe vibes, praise kink, reluctance, no use of Y/N, use of the nickname “baby”, minor angst?, unedited
A/N: this is just a lil untitled drabble i wrote, i have barely edited it so apologies if it’s not amazing! just had some joe thoughts (TM) and wanted to get em written down. thank you for reading!
You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to deny Joe anything.
He’s too persistent, ready to pull you into his lap and plead up at you with playfully pouty lips and reassurances that it would be fine, it was perfectly safe.
“The doctor said no strenuous activity, Joey, until you’re fully healed,” You try to insist, even as he tugs at your skirt.
“Baby, it’s fine,” He says, planting wet, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, barely paying attention to your warnings. “Just take me like this, right on my lap, please.”
“You always push your hips up when we’re like this, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“Please.”
You just know he thinks he can get anything he wants if he begs you like that, and you have never once proved him wrong. That’s how you end up like this, skirt flipped up and panties pulled to the side, rocking back and forth in his lap as he moans underneath you because you just can’t resist the feeling of him inside you.
He’s gripping your hips, guiding them and never letting you pull away too much, desperate to have you on him like this. It’s only been a couple weeks, but you can’t bring yourself to deny him, missing his massive hands on you, squeezing your flesh, and his perfect lips on yours when he doesn’t have his head thrown back in pleasure.
“Ah- fuck, ‘s so good, baby, so fuckin’ perfect.”
Praise constantly spills from his mouth, as he holds you tighter, moves you faster on his cock, the drag of him inside you making it impossible for you to be coherent. His words make you even more desperate for him, your nails digging into his shoulders as every clench of you around him feeds his fervor.
You’re utterly caught up in the feeling of him, overwhelming all your senses, but it doesn’t stop you from catching the groan he lets out that sounds a little too sharp to be caused by pleasure, right as you feel his hips tilt up. His tight grip on you falters and you stop your movements immediately, pulling yourself back to look at his face, and though he was clearly trying to mask it, his features are twisted in discomfort.
“Joe!” You exclaim, partially in concern and partially in irritation, you knew he wasn’t listening when you tried to tell him he’d hurt himself.
“No-“ He forces out, scrambling for you. “Don’t stop, please, you feel so good-“
“I’m not trying to hurt you!” You’re already lifting yourself up, but he pulls you right back to him, and you can’t help but whimper and squeeze around him when he bottoms out again.
“I promise I won’t move,” He says, staring right into your eyes as he slides his hands to rest on the small of your back, gently pushing you to resume your rocking movements. “Please, baby.”
And you want to be more of a voice of reason, not risk irritating his strain further, but the way he looks up at you with his face flushed, his lips plump and red from your kisses, and just how wet you are — you’re just as weak for him as he is for you, and that’s why you can’t stop yourself from moving your hips back and forth again.
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MY MOLECULES HAVE STARTED TURNING PINK
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came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat
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Interrogation and Reward
Paring: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, roleplay, cunnilingus, restraints, captured, oral fingering, interrogation, teasing
Word count: 1.2k
Kinktober Day 18: Roleplay
A/N: Natasha had my heart from the moment I saw her, which is to say a very long time. Her kinktober entry had me very excited.
It's been a long time since you found yourself with your hands tied up behind your back. Tug and pull as you might you can't slide your hands from the cuffs tying you to the chair. You're alone in the small square room, the interior illuminated by a few dim white lights.
"It's been a long time since anyone's had to be brought in here." A smooth, amused voice sounded from the door as it opened. A woman stood there, with bright red hair, clad in a tight suit, a Black Widow uniform that you new well from previous missions.
"I must be special then." You smirk and pull yourself forward on the chair. "Especially if you're the one paying me a visit." Despite your current predicament you could stop yourself from admiring the Widow's figure as she crosses the distance between you two.
"You certainly gave us a run for our money. Why don't you save us both some time and tell me who you're working for?"
"Or what? You'll torture me? I can handle interrogations." You narrow your eyes in defiance.
A little spark lit up in Natasha's eyes at the sight of you, tied up and still so feisty. "I don't doubt you have the spirit. But you have such a pretty face, I wouldn't want to damage it. A pretty lady like yourself should value her safety more no?"
"You're one to talk." The words come out with more bite then you intended them to, making you shut up quickly before you say too much.
Natasha quirks an eyebrow at you, "What's this now, cat got your tongue?" With a low chuckle Natasha grasps your chin, prying your mouth open and pushes two glove covered fingers in, "No, still there." You moan and swirl your tongue around them, prying them apart and nibbling, "Maybe torture isn't the way to go with you, maybe you need another type of convincing. I have many methods but, I admit I haven't used some of them in quite a while. Let's see if I can get you to talk."
Natasha gently kisses your cheek, then one on your jaw, one on your throat as she makes her way down, her fingers still thrusting, fucking your mouth, making you use your tongue, making you moan for her.
"Such pretty sounds. And what if I were to touch here," Her other hand cupped between your legs, her palm pressing against your clit, her middle and ring finger curling upwards, "would you let me hear more?"
You sigh out and spread your legs for her as much as you could against the ropes, feeling them slightly dig into your ankles.
"Stop that, you're gonna bruise." Natasha scolds you, her fingers and lips dancing along your inner thigh, just on the edge of your skirt. "If I wanted to see bruises on you I would have done so myself. Perhaps that's what you want? Bruises on your legs, your neck, your wrists, your thighs." With every word, every suggestion she hooked her fingers upwards, making you squirm against her fingers, slowly becoming a moaning, slobbering mess as you continue sucking on her fingers with increasing gusto.
Her fingers slowly move your wet, ruined panties to the side. You feel warm breath on your clit as she teases your opening. "Fuck." You moan around her fingers, desperately trying to buck your hips towards Natasha's face with no success.
"Someone's eager. Is this all it takes to make you sing? I wish you'd give more of a challenge." Her fingers pull out of your mouth with a wet pop, making you cough in the process, "Let's see if you can keep quiet." She remarks as she swiped her tongue between your legs. You lean forward, head slumped towards Natasha as you bite your bottom lip, trying very hard not to let a single sound escape as she pushed inside with her tongue. In and out, agonizingly slowly, then across your thigh, making a path to your clit, only giving it minimal attention before moving to your other thigh.
"You lied. This... mnn fuck... this is torture." Natasha smiles at your accusation, her teeth briefly biting into your thigh, "Lower." You whimper.
"I see someone has trouble following orders." Her fingers tap along your thighs, "Maybe you're not that big of a threat to us after all. Not if you're so easily broken." They trail downward to your ankles, nimbly untying them and hooking them over her shoulders instead. With your legs finally free to move you buck your hips toward Natasha's mouth, basking in the pleasure quickly building in your core the faster she moves her head, the more she sucks on your twitching clit. But she's not inside you, she wants you squirming more, your empty cunt clenching around nothing as you lose yourself for her, because of her. "Look at you." Natasha blinks up at you, "You look like you want something."
"You." A loud moan is torn from your throat as Natasha began to suck on your clit, her teeth gazing it before the tip of her tongue teased you some more, "No. Inside. You inside. Feels empty like this." Under any other circumstances you'd be embarrassed to make such a request, but Natasha as it turns out, was really good at making you talk.
"I'm gonna need more than that. What part of me do you want?" She asked already knowing what you were gonna say.
"Your tongue." You huff out between moans.
Natasha chuckles, the laugh sending little vibrations through you. "That's better. What a good girl you're being. Don't you agree darling?" You nod as you watch her fingers spread you open. You're sure that you made one hell of a mess on the chair from how much you're dripping now. Natasha slowly works her tongue inside, your walls clamping down on the warm muscle, finally, finally you have something there, something to fill that void.
"Come for me pretty girl." She orders, words spoken a little muffled against your pussy. You squeeze your thighs hard around her head but Natasha doesn't stop, even as you flood her tongue, mouth and chin with your juices, humping and grinding on her tongue, "I can't get enough of you, the way you taste, the way you sound, that well-fucked look in your eyes after you come."
As gently as she can she pulls out, still feeling your hips twitching towards her even as she lets your legs down. You slump into the chair, legs spread, your cunt on full display for Natasha's eyes, twitching from your orgasm.
"Have I overdone it?" She cradles your head and gives you a kiss on the forehead. You don't even care that she's still wet from you.
"No, just, give me a minute here. Oh god." You take deep, long breaths, trying to get your wits back while Natasha walks behind you, one hand constantly touching your shoulder and unlocks the handcuffs, "And by the way..." you inhale, "I'm still not telling you a thing."
Natasha laughs, high and melodious, "That's alright. I like them strong and stubborn. There's many more things I can try on you my love. So many more." She breaths next to your ear, your cunt fluttering at her words. You almost want to come up with something to tell her, but it's very hard to think with Natasha's fingers sneaking along the front of your body, back between your legs, seeking and finding that slippery warmth, "Let's see how long you can hold out."
It turns out not very long. Then again, very few people can hold their own against a Black Widow.
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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.
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Happy 33rd birthday, Taylor Alison Swift, my love!! 🪩✨
I found an escape in your music when the world was to much to handle. 🤍
@taylorswift @taylornation
#taylor swift#taylors version#taylor swift birthday#taylor swizzle#taylor stans#midnights#red taylor’s version#fearless taylor’s version#evermore taylor swift#folklore taylor swift#lover taylor swift#reputation taylor’s version#1989 taylor's version#speak now taylor’s version#taylor swift taylor's version#t swift#taylor nation#taylor swift is the music industry#taylor swift is a lyrical genius
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Y/n: Wednesday and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us
Enid: *Sighing* What did Wednesday do?
Y/n: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...
Wednesday: Who wants a steering wheel?
#wednesday#wednesday x y/n#wednesday x enid#wednesday incorrect quotes#wednesday 2022#incorrect quotes
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reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people
in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.
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Y/n: Kol, can I talk to you for a second?
Kol: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Klaus are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?
Y/n: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.
#klaus mikaelson#tvd#tvdu#the originals#y/n#x reader#incorrect quotes#klaus mikaelson x reader#the originals incorrect quotes#tvdu incorrect quote#kol mikaelson#kol mikaelson x reader
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Y/n: Klaus is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in his entire life!
Kol: Never done anything wrong?! he set a city block on FIRE!
#tvd#tvdu#the originals#tvd incorrect quotes#klaus mikaelson x reader#kol mikaelson x reader#klaus mikaelson x y/n#kol mikaelson x you#klaus mikaelson#kol mikaelson
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Bonnie Bennett, Season 1 - Episode 3: Today I’m obsessed with numbers. Three numbers I keep seeing, 8, 14, and 22. How weird is that?
Today is August 14th, 2022.
8/14/22
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The sluttiest thing a man could ever do is be fictional🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️🧎🏻♀️
#fictional men#fictional men just do it better#am I slut for fictional men?#yes#weak in the knees#i need professional help#klaus mikaelson#elijah mikaelson#conrad fisher#stiles stilinski#steve rogers#steve harrington#eddie munson#druig#peter parker#dean winchester#castiel#matt murdock#Steven grant#bellamy blake#ripper stefan#issac lahey#oliver queen#sirius black#harry james potter#kai parker#james buchanan barnes#mattheo riddle#theodore nott#and honestly a lot more
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOSEN ONE!! 🧑🏻⚡️1️⃣
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Y/n: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Rebekah: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Y/n: Yes!
Klaus: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
#tvdu#tvd#the originals#y/n#x reader#incorrect quotes#klaus mikaelson#klaus mikaelson x you#klaus mikaelson x reader#the originals incorrect quotes#rebekah mikaelson#rebekah mikaelson x you#rebekah mikaelson x reader
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