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moechies · 3 days

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toji ❤︎’s head from virgins . .

he’s super mean.

toji holds your head still with a tilt, forcing you to look up at him. your eyes water from the sting of his grappling fingers tangled in your hair, unforgiving.

you’re situated before him, fat cock sliding against the side of your dewy cheek. it’s embarrassing and vile, but you can’t help yourself from sticking your tongue out for a taste, just one.

“nasty girl .”

he taps the pudgy tip against your lips, in which you open on command. surely he wouldn’t have to tell you that much.

drool and pre dribbles from your leaking mouth, dirtying your thighs and the floors below you, making him cringe at the mess. the one he’d have to tidy up later. this is what he gets for trying to fuck on a virgin, he presumes.

nonetheless, that’d be a worry for later.

for now, all he could focus on is your soft, watery mouth. uncontrollably producing saliva , making it a perfect place to stick his dick in. and to add onto that, you’re cute. it’s like a 2 in 1, he jokes to himself.

“open wider . don’t panic, or you’ll bite down .”

he grumbles, squeezing in a finger into your mouth besides his cock to prevent you from biting down. it elicits an uncontrollable gag, one that has you squeezing your eyes tight in order to halt your tears.

he hears your inaudible mumbles of ‘no, no,’ most likely because his girth is well beyond what a virgin should be able to take in her mouth. you seem to be no different, gently prying at his fingers and moaning onto his dick; which doesn’t help your case.

how could you not panic ? he was huge, and it hurt. your throat burned viciously, although roughly 4 to 5 inches was still yet to be inside your mouth. you attempt to push him away, pressing against his meaty thighs, but to no avail.

“behave now, little one.” he tugs at your hair, pulling your mouth off his dick and what’s left is truly adorable. a cute, braindead little cock-sucker , your drool coating your chin and trailing down your body, your gaze leading off somewhere he couldn’t care less about.

he rubs his cock head against your cheek once again, forcing your attention back onto him.

“y’r daddy didn’t teach ya any manners?”

“h-he did—“

“so what’re you bein’ so messy for ?”

he grins when you attempt to tidy yourself to the best of your ability, wiping away the spit and tears that coat your face.

“‘s okay. this daddy’ll teach you how to do it right .”

#rushed bcs it’s weekday nd i’m still busy :<#but i hope u guys still like it <3 #jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji <3 #toji smut #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji zenin #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji x y/n #toji x you

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 3 days

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David Tennant saying to transphobes and other bigots: "Fuck off and let people be!" ❤ 😊

David Tennant at the Angels, Demons and Doctors con in Germany, 5.5.2024 (from mandlebougie tiktok <3)

Fan question: I wanted to ask about like, maybe your relationship with like, gender and like, expression like masculinity and femininity. Because I've always noticed, like, even before you and Georgia became more like, vocal about trans rights, that you're always like, not afraid to show like, femininity. And that inspires me to embrace it too, though I'm a bit traumatised by it because I'm trans. I wonder, like, how has that changed over the years, if changed at all? Because I remember also reading something about, like, you in the nineties also being like, not afraid to become gay or something. Yeah. So I wonder, like, in now this environment with like more trans allyship and stuff, like, has that for you personally changed at all?

David: I don't know if it changed that is... I've hopefully learned as that, as that community has found ways of defining itself and has provided a sort of, you know, when I was a kid, the idea of being non binary wasn't something that existed, it wasn't a concept. And I've seen that emerge and people able to express themselves through that and it only ever seems positive as far as I can see. And I think that the kindof the weaponisation of trans rights, gay rights, well, actually, when I was a teenager, I remember gay rights being weaponized politically and that always felt ugly and nasty. And now we look back on that 30 years later and those people are clearly on the wrong side of history. And now there's a sort of similar weaponization of these topics being taken by mostly the right wing or a certain section of society trying to create friction and conflict and division where it needn't be, where it's just about people being themselves and not, you know, you don't need to be bothered about it. Fuck off and let people be! You know, it's just... it's that sense of just wanting people to be allowed to exist. And I think that they're, you know, that there are now ways of expressing gender, identity, sexuality that are more nuanced than they once were. And that only seems to be positive. If that helps people to know who they are and say who theyare and communicate to the world who they are. So why... I mean, my sense of that is that is all just we have to be..., you know, we're.. that's just common sense, really.

#david tennant #trans #interview #david interview #angels demons and doctors 2024 #videos #transcripts #gos3 #david being awesome #<3

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iihrrtme · 2 days

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resande · 2 days

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My, my. Those eyes are like fire indeed😌🔥

Commission for @ataliagold for this new and Gorgeous fic❤ go and read it!🔥

#artists on tumblr #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie art #steddie fanart #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson fanart #eddie munson art #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington art #steve harrington fanart

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schmico-fanatic · 1 day

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Can't stop thinking about the delightful contrast between Buck/Tommy's physical looks vs their individual behaviours as romantic partners:

So Tommy looks hot in a rugged-sexy-beast way, but his behaviour towards ✨ Evan ✨ is so beautifully tender and affectionate ☺⬇️...

And Buck looks hot in a handsome-with-a-cute-baby-face way, but his behaviour towards Tommy is being so absolutely feral for him (so as to suck the living air out of his lungs with a big fat kiss even if it's a public place!) ❤‍🔥⬇️...

They complement each other so perfectly I could cry! 🥺 I love these boys with my whole heart ❤

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chaepink · 19 hours

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pls thinking about needy!yan x ignoring!reader

not mentioned but dom!reader, sub!yan, ignoring yan, teasing, whining, praise at the end

“[nameeeee] don’t ignore me!”

Your yandere pouts at you for what seems like the tenth time that night and you only ignore him, continuing to type on your laptop. “You know I’m busy, darling. Give me 10 more minutes.”

Your yandere lets out another loud whine at your reply. “You said that 10 minutes ago! Please? I’ve been good all day and I just want you right nowwww.”

You pause your typing and your yandere smiles as he assumes you’re finally giving in to his whining. But instead, you only turn your head around towards him and raise an eyebrow, a small smile on your face.

“How about… you be good for me for a little more without whining and I’ll reward you later?” Your yandere’s head immediately perks up at your idea and with a large grin on his face, he nods eagerly, almost like a cute, little puppy. How adorable.

“I’ll be good!” “Good boy.”

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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musicandotherstuff · 2 days

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mishel_noboa: And then meeting ALEX MF TURNER outside the venue!!!

08/05/2024

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #recent pic #brooklyn #new york #❤#photo fan

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keirosims · 1 day

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[Keiros] 400 Follower Gift - Funky Nails

Thank you all so much for getting me to 400 followers! ❤

I noticed there's a severe lack of masc nails that aren't just base colours, and men deserve some funky designs too!!

Now I'll admit due to how little space on the UV map I had the designs aren't exactly high quality, but I did try my best and I hope they are good enough. Also, if any other cc UV map uses space close to the hands then there may be clipping. It's been fine on all cc/EA stuff I've tested but just a warning.

Masc Frame Only (Will not work on Fem)

36 designs with 66 total swatches

Disabled for random

Ideas taken from Pinterest, all drawn by me though

Download: SFS

T.O.U

Do not edit/recolour(Ask me first)

Credit me if you use in sim dumps

Do not put behind a paywall

Love to be tagged if you use these!

Static previews under the cut!

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l-unitas · 1 day

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𝇋🏹𝇌𓈒 ݁⋆ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏.ᐟ 𓈊 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ꒰͜͡๑

ᖭི .📓 ྀི ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ❤︎ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ •ﻌ•ྀི

◟⬜️🌸 ⑅ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ⑅⃝˳♡

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kusakichan15 · 1 day

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Orion Pax and D-16 ❤💜

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youaresimplylovely · 2 days

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Fashion n' Cars (Part Six)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 + F1 Grid 𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗽��𝗻!𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝘄 >< 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗱𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗹 𝗳𝗰: 𝗘𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗷𝗸𝘄𝗼𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱! 𝗮/𝗻: 𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻!?!?! 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗶𝗸 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘀𝘀

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺

𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺

[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five]

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ynverstappen first date with lew lew ><

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maxverstappen1 first picture was actually funny.

ynverstappen AWW BABE HE SAID U'RE FUNNY @lewishamilton lewishamilton he loves me <3 maxverstappen1 not.

georgerussell63 picture credits on the first one, thanks 🤣

landonorris credits also to the guy who beat him. lewishamilton it was one damn match. landonorris and i still won over a world champion 😘

lewishamilton beautiful baby 😍

ynverstappen love u lew leww lewishamilton i love you more baby 😍😘 maxverstappen pure bs. pierregasly istg how does he know these acronyms 😭 maxverstappen1 you can't be serious.

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lewishamilton is this soft or hard launch, idrk baby @ynverstappen

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ynverstappen AWWW THATS CALLED A HARD LAUNCH BABY <33

lewishamilton oh well then it's a hard launch ❤

user6 AWWW MAXIE IS LIKING THE POSTTT AAAA

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redbullracing 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ maxverstappen1 true.

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josverstappen7 welcome to the family zoon. @lewishamilton

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lewishamilton had fun with you guys! Thank you Jos! 😊

josverstappen7 oh it's not a problem! You can call me dad now 😉 maxverstappen1 DAD!?!?!?! EXCUSE ME!?!!?!? ynverstappen AWW DADDY <333 landonorris which one ynverstappen STFU landonorris lololol

ynverstappen u see dat third pic, that means i still love u @maxverstappen

maxverstappen1 sure. i love you.

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maxverstappen1 life recently. *sigh*

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ynverstappen beach dayyyyyyy

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lewishamilton gorgeous baby girl 😘

ynverstappen <33333333 maxverstappen1 i hate every damn moment of this.

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ynverstappen still loooove uuuuuuu maxieeeeeee

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maxverstappen1 so after you post ur date with ur bf u post me? But damn right. i was first. i love you too.

ynverstappen i limited the comments for u ><

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the-californicationist · 14 hours

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Hello🐻❤

Military!Biker!Price ?

I mean... Repaired a motorcycle, ride a biker

I love you Cali ❤🫂

I love you too @leixy and I’m so sorry for the wait!! Hope you enjoy the story 🩷🩷

MDNI

Storm Chaser

The rumble that you heard just outside of your garage may have been mistaken for thunder. The skies were gray, and as they rolled across the firmament, you knew they’d linger, soaking the ground and making the soil black with its fallen waters. But, this wasn’t a thundercall. This was a Triumph.

A giant, hulking man, laden with muscle and black leather gear, rolled into your mechanic shop’s driveway on a blacked out, stealthy Triumph Storm GT. Its rider’s face was covered in a full helmet, and as he slowed to a stop, his heavy boot dug into the shale, catching the center of the bike and sitting up straight, killing the enormous engine.

He looked at you. You knew he was looking at you because there was no one else to look at. You saw yourself in the black mirror of his visor, and all around you were the empty fields surrounding your shop, the tall grass roiling in the wind.

The gloves came off first, and you indulged in his hands. They seemed monstrous; a thin dusting of dark hair covered his skin, and each finger looked like it might have been wider than two of your own. His nails were clean, which surprised you for some reason, and there was a nasty scar along his right palm.

He fiddled with his helmet, unlatching the buckle, and then yanked it over his head.

Shit. You cursed inside of your mind. He’s hot as hell.

You’d been drooling over the bike, but the man sweetened the deal. He was ruggedly handsome, and his movements were so easy. It was like being in the presence of a magician, as if he knew all the secrets and delighted in hiding them from you. He was so certain, so sure of his tricks, and you waited on him to break the spell he’d put on you.

“Alright, love? How’s it goin’?”

He held out his hand for you to shake, and it warmed you like a fire. His grip was firm but careful, and he let you go without a shake. You smiled,

“All good. Slow day,” you pointed upwards, “No one but you out in this weather.”

He chuckled, and you fell for him even harder. His mirth was contagious. He looked up at the darkening sky and told you,

“Aye, it was pourin’ cats and dogs a few minutes ago. Chasin’ me here, I’ll wager. Thought I’d wait it out here. Maybe get the service I’m due for.”

“This bike’s brand new,” you scoffed, “How did you put ten thousand miles on it already?”

He gave you a half-grin and admitted with a shrug,

“I like to get away.”

You nodded, and he dismounted, unzipping his jacket for comfort. You gave the bike a once-over, checking for any signs of trouble. As new as it was, you’d already been trained on it, so you felt confident you could help him. You mentioned your plan,

“Oil, brake pads, filters. Check your sensors. My Triumph cert is up to date, so we’ll just clean her up by the book. How does that sound, mister…?”

“Price. John Price. Sounds class, love.”

“Waiting room just in there, John,” you pointed over to the tiny little sitting room you’d added to the garage, “Got a library and some coffee. Should be fresh. Just made a new pot a few minutes ago.”

“Cheers,” he smiled, and it was the most handsome one you’d seen in a while. His full lips stretched into his cheeks, and his tanned skin crinkled up to his eyes.

The eyes themselves were a problem. They were a hue of blue you’d never seen, and they pinned you down like a wild animal, a hunter and his prey. But, all of that ferality was tied taut, held by a rope in his clenched fist, and his gnashing hungry teeth were kept from biting you, controlled by his tight-laced civility. All of that chivalry made you wonder what he was like when he was allowed a little freedom.

As he walked away from you, you ogled him. You weren’t even ashamed to do it. He was everything you wanted in a man. Him and his bike oozed a primal sort of power that you’d been craving, and you wanted a taste of that freedom.

His bike was his escape, that was for sure. Ten thousand mile service after only a few months of ownership was impressive. This man liked to ride long and often. There was plenty of evidence of wear and tear, but as rough as he had been with his ride, there was evidence of his love as well. The clean body, the mended tailpipe, evidence of a scuff polished away; it was all proof of his affection.

The service was easy and quick. As you were checking his sensors and finishing up the job, the first pitter patter of rain began to fall into the gravel drive. In the beginning, it was soft and sweet, just a few drops here and there. Then, over the short span of mere moments, it came down in a torrential pour, slamming itself into the ground and pummeling the pavement.

You watched it slip and slide off of your metal roof in sheets, and you got close enough to the edge so that you could feel the cool spray from the downpour, a few droplets spitting onto your nose and cheeks. A bright blue bolt of lightning streaked across the cloudy pall, followed by a deafening roar of thunder that resonated in the hollow of your chest.

Cleaning the oil from your hands as best you could, you went to deliver the bill to your customer. To your sick delight, he’d be trapped with you at least until the storm passed, and you crossed your fingers that he could do with a bit of company.

He was sitting on the wide couch in the waiting room, his hands prying open a book. When you looked at the spine, you noticed that he was deep into the first few chapters of Moby Dick.

“Having fun yet, John?”

“Enjoying the rain on this tin roof of yours. Makes me want to kip down here on your sofa. Love to fall asleep listenin’ to the storm.”

“Me, too,” you admit, nodding towards the book, “Has he caught the whale yet?”

John shook his head,

“No, we barely got out of the harbor. You work fast. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me though, love. I don’t fancy a ride out in this mess.”

“No problem. Take all the time you need.”

“D’ya mind?” He dug around in his jacket and pulled out a short, fat cigar.

You waved him on, motioning that it was alright with you, and he happily lit his stick, working an ambery, glowing tip until fiery smoke spilled from the end. You were about to turn and hide somewhere else, anywhere that you wouldn’t need to smell his burnt, woodsy scent. It was making you hungry for a puff of his cigar and a long lick of the inside of his mouth.

A little self-control please… You begged yourself.

He caught you as you started to leave, and the feeling of his hand on his surprised you with its warm sincerity. You looked down at him, but you didn’t pull away.

“Stay… for a bit. I was just gettin’ to the good part,” he said with a sly smile, holding up the book as if to offer it to you.

“Alright,” you replied, your voice sounding too small and too quiet in the small space.

You sat next to him, worrying over your oil-stained nails as he read aloud to you, pausing every now and then to smoke his cigar or to turn his pages. Slowly, you started to relax, and as you leaned back into the couch, the sound of his voice and the drumming of the rain blended together into a soporific haze. You caught yourself looking at him — staring at him — with hooded eyes, studying the way his lips and tongue and teeth formed his words. The dark bristles of his beard giving you a clear view of every micro-movement of his face.

He was looking at you, now, too. Staring at you. Every now and then, he’d glance back at the book, read a few lines, and then take a long pause to smoke and to meet your gaze.

Suddenly, he seemed to make a conscious choice. He sat forward, and his huge shoulders cast a shadow over you. He held out his cigar and asked,

“Fancy a smoke?”

You didn’t reply, but you took it from him ever so slowly, as if he might bite, and put the end in your mouth. You sucked in the smoke to taste the rich tobacco, and you let it roll around in your mouth before releasing it, letting it hit him in the chest and neck, billowing around his stoney jawline.

Then, he said something to you in a new voice. It was one you knew, but you hadn’t heard it in a very long time. It was desire,

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you, love?”

You let his compliment wash over you like the downpour outside. It soaked through, right to your bones. You took another drag from the cigar, earning yourself a deeper chuckle and a pleased, approving grin.

“You should see me when I’m out of these coveralls,” you quipped, certain that your smudged cheeks were now a rosy shade of crimson.

He took the cigar back from you and put the book down, leaning closer to you, positioning his knee between yours, forcing you to spread your legs. He smoked, filling the space between you, taking another drag for himself, breathing in and breathing out, trying to test the waters,

“Care to show me now?”

You met his smoldering gaze. The tip of his cigar had nothing on the glow from behind his eyes. He was poised and ready to pounce, a lion on a lamb.

You didn’t answer him. You simply watched as he unzipped your work coveralls and let the sleeves slink down your arms. You pulled them free, revealing what was underneath. You were braless, letting your heavy tits lay unbound in the soft fabric of your ribbed tank, preferring comfort over fashion.

His hand came up to cup your cheek, rubbing some of the smudged oil with his thumb. He leaned forward even further, breathing heavily with you, panting like he had run for miles, all for the sole purpose of brushing your sensitive bottom lip with his own, teasing you with your own taste, hungry for your body and ready to consume you in every way he knew how.

He began to kiss you slowly, languidly, as if you were both trapped in some world of slow motion where time need not exist. You need not be bothered with the past or the future. The present was enough, and it stretched between you forever. Each kiss deeper than the last, each touch more sensual, making your breath catch in your chest.

John pulled away from you, slowly untangling himself, looking at you as if he had been keeping some smoldering question inside of his chest. He moved so slowly, telegraphing his motions so you would know his intent. Rapt, you watched his hand drop to the hem of your tank, his thick fingers dancing along the seam, carefully pulling it away so that his warm hand could slide underneath.

Your whole body shuddered as his palm spread across your soft belly. His callused hands were rough against your skin, and the way he grabbed at you, greedy yet slow and savoring, made you feel like he had hypnotized you. You were frozen in place, submitting to his desire.

He looked up into your eyes, checking with you to see if you would allow him to venture further and then moving further anyway, unable to quell his lurid hunger. His fingers found the swell of your breast, the heavy flesh hanging like ripe, sweet fruit, ready to be tasted. A thumb slipped across your nipple, encouraging it to tighten into a little peak, just plump enough to fit into his wet mouth.

Without lifting your shirt off of you, he bent his head and suckled on your taut nipple through its fabric. He wet the cloth and your skin, and when he pulled his mouth away, the dampness lingered, teasing you with the memory and lingering on you, chilling your flesh. Another swipe of his thumb and you heard yourself let out quiet little mewls, whining and needy. His immediate, chuffed grin made you blush with shame.

So, you took your revenge. You reached your hand across the supple leather of his riding pants and found the tip of his fat cock hanging trapped and turgid halfway down his muscular thigh. You used your finger to draw tiny circles around his head, knowing he could feel it. To your satisfaction, his eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation.

Then, his hands plundered under your top, scrunching the fabric up to your collar, revealing your skin to him. As you messaged his heavy cock, you watched him sigh as he admired your curves, drinking you in like a desert palm, his hard root stretching towards its oasis.

“Take me out, love. Please,” he begged you softly, kissing you between his gentle whispering words, and you knew what he wanted.

You yanked at his button to pop it off, and you pinched at the zipper, listening to the metallic whir of its teeth as you freed him.

He wasn’t wearing anything under his leathers, which drove you wild. He must have been so sensitive during his ride, feeling every bit of the garment’s texture and folds as he straddled his machine.

You reached for him and he let out a dark groan. His voice became threatening all at once, and he grabbed at you with all of his might, drawing your attention with his words,

“Both hands… ungh, ahh, please. Please touch me with both of your hands, love.”

There was plenty of his length for you to comply, and even with both of your hands, his swollen, rigid girth was still a challenge to manage. You focused on his head, watching as his whole body responded to your touch.

John pulled you in for another kiss, forcing his tongue down your throat, filling your mouth with his heat, crushing you to his chest, abandoning all of his earlier tenderness in favor of lustful fury.

As he ravaged your mouth, you felt his cock slipping through your hands on its own and you realized that he was using his hips to thrust himself through your grip. You tried to help him, matching his pace, but that only spurred on his carnal want.

He was moaning into your mouth, and you could feel the hum of his joy against your lips. With each shameless thrust, he cried for you in that dark brimstone timbre, aching and full of longing.

“John…” you whispered, breaking away to catch your breath, saying his name like a prayer.

Adding to the drama, a long peal of thunder shattered the sky, killing the lights in your shop. But, you were both so worked up by one another, the shock of a blown fuse paled in comparison, and your eyes stayed locked on each other’s, bound together, unable to look away. Unwilling.

But, he paused, staring at you, wanting something from you, something more.

You gasped when he lifted you, rumpled clothes and all, right off the couch. He shouldered the door to the tiny room and walked quickly to his bike sitting you sideways on the seat. You braced yourself with one hand on the tank and one on the tail, waiting for his next whim.

He was working on your clothes, peeling off your coveralls and shucking off your layers until he found your panties. When he saw the fabric, he paused. You fretted for a moment until you felt the cool, stormy wind blow across the damp gusset. Then, you knew what he was looking at. You were soaking through your panties, and there he was, transfixed on the darkening stain.

“Wanna taste you, love. Want you in my mouth…”

John fell to his knees in a flash, his cock still free and flagging up and down, wet with his precome. You squirmed a bit, unsure of your scent and your sweat from your earlier work.

Those gentle eyes had been replaced with a sinister warning. He pinned you with them as if to say, move away and I’ll bloody drag you back.

He didn’t bother to kiss the softness of your belly nor your thighs. He wanted one thing, but you didn’t expect him to take you quite like this. He didn’t peel down your panties, instead eating you right through the thin cotton, sucking on the wet cloth and making lewd squelching noises, lapping his tongue over your soaking lips and sucking at your flavor with his eager lips.

“Oh, shit…” You lamented, feeling your body go slack, submitting to him and his power.

“Fuck…” He said between bites of his meal, “You’re so sweet… Let me… ungh, fuckin’ hell…”

He used his thumb to tug the fabric aside, revealing your gleaming pink flesh. And when he tasted you, skin on skin, John became obsessed. He was pushing his strong jaw so hard into you, working you with his mouth, making you rake your fingers through his hair just to hold onto something, you were afraid the bike might tip.

In one ruthless motion, he tore your panties from you, ripping the sides and tucking the ruined fabric into his fist. Then, he put that same hand on his cock and began to jerk himself off, rubbing your wet cloth all over his cockhead.

With his free hand, he grabbed the handlebar of the bike, pulling it down towards him, preventing it from falling, now able to eat you with as much reckless abandon as he liked.

His mouth moved in long, deep thrusts, fucking you with his scruffy face, suckling at the hardening body of your clit. His tongue pressed into your swollen lips, moving between them with forceful need. As he licked you, he moved lower and lower towards your wet hole, hoping to thrust his writhing muscle inside of you, wanting nothing more than to lick you dry.

Finally, he reached it, and the tip of his tongue slipped into your pussy, pressing through your slit and fucking you like his cock wanted to. You heard him elicit a gravelly, smoldering whine when he tasted your smooth center, and you watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, his brow furrowing in disbelief.

Meanwhile, the rain pounded in the open garage doorway, swirling and spitting under its ebon shroud. John cared very little about it, nor did he care that you and he were nearly naked, in full view of the street. The idea that anyone could drive up and see you there, caught in his jaws, made you lose control.

You tried to hold your voice down, but once he felt you start to come, he did everything he could to set you ablaze. His hand abandoned the handlebar, preferring instead to sink two of his large fingers inside of you, working with his tongue to stretch you open, giving him more of your ripeness to devour.

You keened like you were on fire, and maybe you were. You thought, as the flames licked up your legs and down your arms, that maybe you would burn right up. Maybe you were a flare, ready to sear a bright scorching light through his mouth, burning his throat like whiskey, brutal and cruel.

Your whole body had given in to the feeling as if you were an orchestra at the mercy of its conductor. If he wanted your kindling to catch, it would, and you would burn for him. You were his opus, trapped in a perpetual crescendo of his lust, an expression of his own fiery fate.

His mouth only left your body to cry out in his own right, growling out a breathless groan as he spilled his come into your panties, smearing his cock through his own emission and mixing it with yours.

Unable to maintain your balance, and unwilling to jeopardize his bike, you sank to the floor with him, feeling the cold concrete on your shins. John tugged you into his lap, panting into your neck, smelling strongly of your scent, his face and beard shining with it.

You breathed together, fondling what you could reach, cradling each other as if you’d found one another again after years apart. Penelope clutching at her Odysseus, recognizing him through a sea of lesser men.

“You alright, love?” John asked, still catching his breath, petting your cheek absentmindedly.

You nodded, affirming your well-being,

“Mmhm. You?”

“Aye,” he smiled, laughing quietly to himself, “But, now you’ve gone and done it.”

“What?” You smiled, enjoying his joy.

“Didn’t think runnin’ from the rain would be such a fuckin’ good time. Now, when it rains, I’ll be craving you.”

You smiled at him, letting him kiss your neck and cheek, planting his affection like little promises, deep under your skin.

“You’re always welcome back, rain or shine.”

“How about tonight at six; dinner at my flat?” He looked up at you, hopeful.

“As long as I get to ride this bike, it’s a date,” you teased.

He raised his eyebrows at your challenge, and then he gave you a lascivious grin,

“Don’t worry, love. I’ve got just the ride in mind.”

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chaepink · 18 hours

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Can you write a bratty bakugou drabble or fic pls??

bratty!sub!bakugou, dom!reader, teasing

“Baby, stop being so loud and causing a scene. People are looking at us!” Bakugo only scowls at you and frowns deeply.

“You can’t tell me what to you. What are you, my mom?” You cringe slightly at his response before sighing and frowning at Bakugo.

“Come on, let’s not do this right now in public.”

Bakugo grins at you and you know that he’s about to do or say something stupid.

“Or what? You’ll punish me, darling?” You raise an eyebrow at him and take another sigh before walking up to him, eyebrows furrowing.

“Here Bakugo? You seriously want me to punish you here where everyone can see you?” You see Bakugo swallow and you only laugh at the way his confidence dropped quickly. The sudden close proximity caught him off guard, causing him to squeeze his eyes close and for his breath to quicken slightly. He’s always been one to tease easily.

He shakes his head slightly but with how flushed his face his and the way he’s squeezing his eyes shut, it’s almost as if he does want you to punish him right then and there. Almost as if that’s the reason why he’s been bratty all day, he wants you to punish him. Oh.

You suddenly grab his hand and drag him to your car. “Come on, as much as I want everyone to see how I punish bratty boys, I’ll rather do it at our place. You understand?” Bakugo swallows and nods, his heart fluttering as he realizes his plan worked.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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