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cweampier · 1 year

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I just think Leon is so vocal in bed and he is the king of dirty talking. I love it so much

ohhhh… oh yeah, definitely… he’s such a talker sorry for the lack of posts lately, i’ve been very burnt out lol

cw for dubcon if you squint

finding himself deep inside your pussy as it squeezed around him? oh yeah he’d start mouthing off. you squealed and writhed in his arms while he just tried to keep you in place, still fucking his flushed cock into you, reaching unimaginable distances. kissing your cervix with his mind set on filling your womb. it was like he was on autopilot, driving himself further, harder, faster. his mind was spiraling, as he shoved your face into the pillows. skin damp with sweat, he continued to drill into you, unyielding.

“no.. can’t.. can’t fucking stop.. don’t wanna.” he panted out, breaths wavering as sweat collected atop his brow bone, mixing together collecting a sticky concoction on his forehead as his brows knitted together, causing the skin to wrinkle. “please, oh, please fuck me, fuck me~ fucking—hh’god!~” he rambled absentmindedly, pulling your ass closer to his pelvis, flesh suctioning together as he tethers your bodies into one with each snap of his hips. his eyes shut tightly, letting out a few strained groans of fulfillment.

“want you to fucking.. cum around my fucking cock, sweetheart. fucking need it,” his voice trailed off as he threw his head back, hair sticking to his forehead, tousled and chaotic. “please cum around my cock, your cock, ‘t’s yours, baby.. promise ‘t’s yours.” he heaved, hips bucking roughly in an animalistic fashion, pupils dilating widely. the usual blue of his irises being disrupted by the spread of his dark pupils. “‘t’s your .. fucking cock, baby.. all yours, fuck..” he echoed himself, nipping at the skin of your shoulder to cease his idiocy.

a depraved yelp elicited from your throat only to be muffled by the plushness of the pillows beneath you, practically suffocating against them as he continued to hold you still. he was hitting it so fucking good, ripping every ounce of defiance from your body as you just took it. all of it. sounds of your drenched cunt filled the room as well as the satisfying sound of his balls plapping against your particularly sensitive nub, causing your knees to buckle underneath you. you pawed at the sheets, hands clammy as you’d strike the pillows weakly. with one final clamp around the base of his dick, you unraveled completely, flooding the bedding beneath you.

but, leon was an addict. he was a fucking fiend. his greedy ass did not stop plowing away, making you shriek and protest against it, legs thrashing against him, the balls of your ankles digging into the sides of his thighs. he hissed, gripping your hips with a hold that felt almost bruising. “good fuckin’ girl.. such a good girl.. going all dumb on my cock like that, baby… you love it s’much. got’chu.. creaming ‘round me.. hmmff..” he babbled, pressing a large hand onto your lower back, arching your stomach into mattress further to somehow plunge himself deeper into you. he seemed to be edging himself, unrelenting. wanting to ensure he piped you to the brim with his seed.

“so messy, so .. fucking wet, shit!~ pussy’s fuckin’ sucking me in, haah!” he squeaked with urgency, throat tight with exhaustion. his hips ached with care, the stiffness of his joints palpable as his thrusts became sloppy, uneven, uncoordinated. you couldn’t speak, could hardly move. your voice was broken down and hoarse from all that hollering. one thing about leon, he’ll always slut you out.

#tima is back w another shitty post #i’m so sorry if it isn’t up to your standards </3 #so unfiltered… naw leonnnnnnn #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #resident evil smut #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #cweampier

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luveline · 8 months

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could you do one with aaron or spencer?

maybe reader and hotch/reid are on a case together and end up being taken hostage by the perp and then reader has a panic attack while they’re stuck, just them two and the perp in the room, and hotch/reid comforts her??

💕💕

ty for ur request ♡ —hotch calms you down when you panic while being held prisoner. fem!reader, 1.1k

cw criminal minds typical gore and violence, reader having a panic attack

The floor is spotted with blood spots like black mould, a fine spray of dark red interrupted by the place where you'd been kneeling. Pulled back now, the unsub has you handcuffed to a pipe under a snug sink, short, your neck bent to fit. You think I won't fucking kill you? Sit still.

You're trapped. Tied and trapped, waiting for the unsub to snap. And the worst part is that Hotch is here to watch it happen.

Hotch tried to de-escalate the situation, and for the most part it worked, but the unsub has yet to let you go. He stands panting and lilting from side to side, barrel of a gun tapping bruises into his temple. Every thwack makes you jump, sure that this will be the moment he turns his pistol on you. You're trained for this, you know what to do, but training can't prepare you for the reality of a hopeless situation.

You're going to die here. Hotch is going to die here.

You can't breathe. Legs crossed, you're slouched into yourself, the flat of your chest tight like the air has been suctioned from your lungs. The room is dark, shadows bouncing in the corners. The only light comes from a yellow strip above the sink mirror.

"Fucking stupid," the unsub mutters, his voice choked with tears. "Stupid, stupid." He sounds agonised.

You've all the raw panic of a bear trapped in metal maws, sharp pain at your wrist like certain death. You've given up on breaking free, rivulets of blood streaking from the broken skin ringing your arm down to your elbow. Every breath teases another drop.

"Breathe," Hotch says, the metal on his cuff rattling. It's the first time he's moved since he woke up, a picture of calm while you'd been ragging yourself raw. "Y/N, listen to me… Take a nice, deep breath."

"Shut up! Did I say you could talk?" the unsub seethes.

"My talking won't affect how this situation ends," Hotch says, with the gentle tone he uses while speaking to victims. "But if she panics, you won't be able to control her. I can calm her down."

"Shut up shut up! Make her shut up!"

Hotch's handcuffs rattle again. "Y/N, give me your hand. Reach out for me." You shake your head, your one free hand wedged between your legs. "Reach out for me. Please."

You try to keep your gasping contained, that pushing, pulling war for air, a pervasive ache all the way to your fingers. You slide your hand across the floor. Hotch can't reach you fully, but he can lay his fingertips on top of yours. They're cold for once.

The unsub changes his mind, irate, a hacking cough of a voice as he grabs you by the back of the head and forces you up, ripping your hand away from Hotch's. "Fucking useless bitch. Keep your head up or I'll kill you. I'll kill you."

You bite back a sob. You truly can't breathe, the panic attack twisting and twisting like a hand between your ribs, a corkscrew opener, your hyperventilating a white hot heat that eats up your throat.

"You have to let me calm her down," Hotch says.

The unsub grabs you by the hair and turns to Hotch with fury on his face. You frown at Hotch through tears in a plea for help, knowing there's nothing he can do and wanting it desperately anyways. His eyes set, the line between his brows deepening, and his voice hardens.

"I promise you that if you keep hurting her, I'll pay it back tenfold," Hotch says.

The unsub lets you go, but his voice is dripping with smarm as he drawls, "Opposed to the gentle care I'd receive otherwise."

Hotch pulls at his cuff, the radiator pipe it clings to buckling but not breaking under his strength. The unsub doesn't like this, doesn't like anything, and his splitting personality shifts away from cruelty and toward regret once again. He retreats to his corner.

"You're okay," Hotch whispers, ignoring the other body in the room. "Honey, you're alright." He has a talent for surprising you, the pet name he uses like a soft touch even while your hands are bound and you're held apart. "It's going to be okay. I promise you that."

"I'm– I can't breathe," you force out.

"Yes you can. I'll do it with you."

Hotch looks at you steadily. "Breathe," he mouths, his face relaxing. He forms an 'o' with his lips and demonstrates a slow exhale, a bigger inhale.

You follow his command. Hotch holds your gaze for what feels like hours but is more like ten minutes. He breathes in and out with a reassuring look about him, as though the unsub isn't there, as though you aren't both covered in blood and sitting in the gore of a dead calf.

Your terrified panting turns to sorry sobs and then to gutted sniffles. Later, you'll feel embarrassed for losing your cool at a time that was so high stakes. Now, you unfold your legs and stretch them out, pressing the side of your shoe to Hotch's. He presses back

Morgan finds you, of course. You never should've doubted him. He floods the building with SWAT and takes your unsub alive personally. He's an amazing agent, a better friend —when he uncuffs you, he pretends not to see the way you crawl toward Hotch.

Emily uncuffs Hotch at the same time, his big hand quick to hold your face. Then, in the same second, he wraps his arms around your shaking shoulders.

"I'm sorry," you say, remorse thick on your tongue, apology squeezed out like a scared little kid's.

"Careful of your hand, your wrist. Don't hurt yourself worse." His voice drops to a murmur, for your ears alone. "Don't panic yourself again. Everything's okay." His hand moves down your back slowly, firmer now, "I got you."

"Actually, I've got you," Morgan says. "Can you guys walk, or should I call in the EMTs?"

Emily scoffs. "Morgan."

Hotch drops his head back against the wall and sighs a long-suffering sigh. You can't see the relieved slouch of his shoulders, or the daunted look he sends Morgan. Your panic took more out of him than he's willing to show you.

"I'll call them in," Morgan says decisively.

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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Hey Daisy I have a a request for you imagine dating James and you're spending the night at his dormitory and you forgot makeup wipes and you ask Sirius but he says he doesn't have any and you just wiped off your face the best you could but then you hear the rustling/ crinkly sound and you see he has a big pack( I hope this makes sense just cuz like maybe their Frenemies Sirius thinks you "stole"james from him) and they start wrestling for you to get one "let me use one Sirius "and maybe you end up jumping on his back and finally remus gives you one while you're still on siri back

"Sirius?" You pop your head up from where it was resting on James's chest, peering curiously at him as he heads for the bathroom.

"Hm?" He stops short, brows raised.

"Do you have makeup wipes?" You inquire, keeping your voice down so that James doesn't wake. He's been asleep in his bed for almost an hour now, but you can't sleep yourself until your face is clean.

"Uh, sorry," Sirius shifts on his feet, shaking his head, "Don't think so."

"Okay," You nod, "Uh, soap, then? Like, face soap?"

"I've got some," Remus pipes up from across the room, tucked into a chair with a book, "You can use a washcloth from the cabinet."

"Thanks," You grin appreciatively at him, settling back down against James's sleeping form and letting Sirius do his nightly routine before you start yours.

It's only seconds later that you hear the familiar rrip of suctioned plastic opening, then the crinkling of a package of...

Makeup wipes. You crane your neck to peer into the bathroom where Sirius is trying his hardest to conceal the loud packaging, and failing misterably.

"Hey," You hiss, clamoring off of James's bed, "That's a full pack! Were you lying to me?"

Sirius huffs, "Yes, didn't think you'd notice with your head shoved in m'best friend's tits."

You narrow your eyes, and Sirius knows he's been caught. He busies himself removing his eyeliner, and you stalk into the bathroom.

"You're jealous," You realize, an accusatory finger pointed in Sirius's direction, "You think I stole your best friend!"

"And now you're trying to steal my makeup wipes," Sirius sneers at you in the mirror, one hand protectively over the package, "Hey, maybe James'll let you use one of his old sweaty gym shirts to take your makeup off! Gives you practically all his other clothes."

"Pathetic," Remus calls from his chair, and James's lashes begin to flutter sleepily, "Really, Pads, this is a new low."

"What is?" Your boyfriend speaks through a yawn, and you wish you were still cuddled up to him so that you could lean into it and release an echo-y kiss into his open mouth. It always makes him dissolve into giggles.

"My boyfriend is jealous of your girlfriend," Remus informs James, peering over top of his book, "He's trying to hoard the beauty supplies."

"Hey!" James props himself up on his elbow, neck craned to see the bathroom, "Bad Padfoot! You're a big boy, sharing is caring."

"She doesn't share you much," Sirius holds the package of wipes above his head, making you reach for them, "Does she?"

"For your information, I stick to her like glue." James boasts, arching his back off of the bed while he stretches, "It's my choice, not hers. The only way you'll get me is if you stick to her, too."

"Fine." Sirius huffs, pushing the package of makeup wipes into your chest and storming to James's rickety twin bed, "You've forced my hand, Y/N! I have no other choice!"

And with that, he's gone in a flash, morphed into a big, shaggy, black dog.

Padfoot settles in the spot you'd previously occupied. He leans against James's side, and the man rolls his eyes fondly at the dog, scratching between his ears while he waits for you to finish in the bathroom. The second you start for the bed again, James shoves Padfoot to the end of the bed, ignoring his indignant yelp.

"Sorry, Pads." James laments, welcoming you with open arms as you crawl into bed beside him, "Her ass is way better to feel up than yours."

"Speak for yourself," Remus drawls, and quick as a flash, Sirius has decided he'd rather dogpile on his boyfriend, "No offense, Y/N."

"None taken," You sigh happily into James's chest, stifling a smile when the man's large hands find your ass just like he'd bragged about, "Take him to the pound, dog catcher."

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pianokantzart · 2 months

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Seeing @keakruiser making AUs in a bullet point storytelling format inspired me to take a crack at my own AU that I've been thinking about for a bit. What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him? Essentially The Super Mario Bros Movie, but with the brothers' roles reversed. So, without further ado...

The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 1)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 ________

The beginning is much the same as it was in the original Super Mario Bros. Movie until they are separated in the warp pipe, with two exceptions: 1. When their van breaks down, Luigi's first instinct is to take the tool kit and try to fix the motor (mechanic Luigi, my beloved). But before he can get a good look, Mario insists that there's not enough time, and heads to the job on foot. Luigi closes the hood of the van and follows him. 2. After Mario leaves the dinner table, the focus goes to Luigi's conversation with his dad rather than Mario holed up in his room.

"What did I say?" "''You're bringing your brother down with you'?" Luigi asks, finally able to get a word in now that his uncles have shut up. "Why would you say that?" "Luigi, be honest. How much did that commercial cost? How many new clients has it gotten you? Huh?" "It's only been a day! And Mario'll figure something out. He always does." Luigi insists, taking his brother's plate of pasta and picking it free of mushrooms. "I just want to help him out along the way."

Pio sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "You can't hide in your brother's shadow your entire life, Luigi. One of these days you're gonna have to man up and start making your own decisions." Luigi doesn't answer, he simply finishes removing the mushrooms from Mario's plate, and gets up from the table to deliver the food to his despondent brother.

After Mario and Luigi attempt to save Brooklyn, after they end up in the warp zone, and after they are ripped from each-other's grasp, Mario is dragged into an unsettling looking pipe surrounded by purple smoke and overgrown with gnarled branches.

Luigi flies onward, emerging from a pipe inside what looks to be another sewer, not too different from the one back in New York. No sooner does he regain his senses does he find himself dragged away by a powerful blast of suction. Flying backwards through the air, he stops suddenly as his back clogs the nozzle of a strange vacuum-like contraption being carried by a little old man.

"Oops! Sorry, Sonny! I thought for certain you were gonna be a ghost!" the old man apologizes, releasing Luigi from the vacuum's suction with a flip of a switch. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small device that loosely resembles a hand-held vidoegame console, reexamining the numbers flashing on the screen. "When my readings showed that pipe 983 had suddenly reactivated, I thought for sure King Boo was trying to use it to send his band of ghosts to Sarasaland!"

Before Luigi could ask one of the thousands of questions on his mind, the old man introduces himself: Professor Elvin Gadd (E. Gadd for short.)

Luigi introduces himself in return, then asks about his brother. He tells the professor about their situation in detail, describing the warp pipe that Mario had disappeared into.

E. Gadd tsks sadly and shakes his head. He explains that particular pipe leads to "Evershade Valley," and though the valley used to be perfectly habitable, ever since King Boo shattered The Dark Moon nobody who has set foot in that land has ever returned.

"Wait, what do you mean? Who's King Boo?" Luigi asks "Well! You truly are out of the loop!" E-Gadd chuckles, "Then again... I remember how little I knew when I first arrived in this world." He continues to talk while leading Luigi through the underground, casually clearing a path for them with the powerful blowing and sucking functions of the vacuum. "King Boo is nothing less than the lord of ghosts! He is the master of illusions, the reigning tyrant of the undead, the loather of all living flesh, and– at the moment– the sole ruler of Evershade Valley."

This description unsettles Luigi. He retorts that if that's the case, he has to get to Evershade Valley as soon as possible. As frightened as he is, he's never been so frightened that he couldn't help his brother out of a tough spot, and he knows Mario would do the same for him in a heartbeat.

"Well! In that case I suggest you stick with me for a bit. And keep those tools with you." The old scientist gestures toward the tool bag Luigi had dropped on the ground in the mayhem, "I may have a few uses for them."

Just as Luigi comes to the question of where they are currently, Professor E. Gadd opens a sewer cover and leads him out into the middle of a big bustling coastal city in Sarasaland. Think the Daisy Circuit from Mario Kart, but way larger and more crowded (and missing the romantic statue of course.)

Luigi struggles to keep up with the elderly scientist, who weaves his way effortlessly through throngs of turtle men, snake monsters, insect soldiers, giant sentient heads made out of stone, and a vast array of other strange and fascinating pedestrians.

"Stop your dilly-dallying, youngster!" E. Gadd eventually calls, getting fed up with Luigi's slow, bewildered pace, "I've got a meeting in The Birabuto Kingdom, and my train– our train– leaves in fifteen minutes!" "Birabuto Kingdom?" Luigi asks, allowing himself to be shoved along, "What's that? What about Evershade Valley?" "So impatient! Do you think I'd send you into such a place unprepared??? No no, first I'm going to perfect my equipment, then I'll help you find your brother."

E. Gadd purchases their tickets and they board the crowded 64 Express. Once seated, Luigi's eyes are immediately drawn toward the window. He stares out, deep in anxious thought as the train chugs along, traveling from the coastal city into a desert landscape.

Then, we switch over to Mario. Standing up and dusting himself off, he looks around to find himself in the gloomiest place he'd ever seen... for the little he is able to see. There is a thick purple mist hanging in the air, and the path before him is shrouded in the branches of a forest long dead.

Loudly calling out his brother's name on the off-chance he was somewhere nearby, Mario follows a light in the distance until he stumbles across a lone boo. More confused than frightened, and feeling a little sorry for the white specter shyly covering its face, Mario bends down for a moment to examine it, assuring "hey, don't worry! I won't hurt you, I'm just a little lost is all."

Suddenly, he is ambushed by a colorful trio of ghosts: a greenie, a slammer, and a hider. He tries to fight back, but every time he attempts to shove them off or swing his fists he phases right through them.

His attackers knock him around a bit until Mario succeeds in slipping away. Now in a panic, he continues rushing toward the distant light, far faster and more recklessly than before.

Eventually, he gets close enough to discover the glow was coming from the lit windows of an old mansion. He enters and – for the little good it will do – shuts the door behind him.

He wanders the halls for a long time, roaming from room to empty room, all the while haunted by the shadow of something following him. Something big.

At last, he reaches a towering portrait room. Unlike the rest of the mansion it is teeming with life, full of frightened faces pressed against picture frames, begging for help.

Mario is frozen in a moment of fear and confusion, but quickly snaps out of it. He rushes to the nearest portrait– an image of a strange little mushroom man– to ask what is wrong and what he can do.

Before the toad can give a coherent answer, the eerie presence that Mario had felt when he first entered the mansion casts a looming shadow over him.

He turns around and raises his fists in helpless hopes of defending himself. The candles of the surrounding sconces go out all at once, and in the pitch black darkness a cacophony of cackles fills the air....

#just silliness don't mind me #Super Mario Bros Movie #Mario AU #Luigi #Super Mario Brothers #Mario Movie #long post #The Super Mario Bros. Redux #super mario bros redux au

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ozarkthedog · 1 year

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𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

summary: you bring Tim takeout when he works another late night at the office.

warnings: tim rockford x fem!reader. UTTER FILTH. cockwarming (tim feeds you noodles while you sit on his cock). sex in a public but private setting. oral sex (f). dirty talk. cream pie. fluffy feels. no beta.

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: all i want is for this man to feed me noodles while i sit on his lap.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

There’s a rapping set of knocks at Tim’s door. The detective pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. He could’ve sworn everyone had gone home for the night as he sat working in his dimly lit office.

Tim raises his head, groaning from the creak in his neck from looking over the scattered images and paperwork of his latest case.

“Yeah?” He yells, hoping whatever it is can wait until morning.

His heart soars when his eyes land on your face. Your head peaks around the edge of the door with that same endearing smile that first captured his heart.

“Hungry?” You dangle a piping hot bag of Chinese takeout in the air.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.” Tim muses with a grin.

He leans back in his chair and rubs a hand over his tired features as you stalk around his cluttered desk. He cups your jaw as you lean in for a chaste kiss before setting the bag down next to the smattering of crime scene photos.

You do your best not to look at the carnage. How this sweet man was able to do this job day in and day out always amazed you.

He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his lap. His body is soft and solid in all the right places as you smooth your hands over his chest and curl around his broad shoulders.

“Sorry I didn’t make it home.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, molding into your warmth.

You run your fingers along the nape of his nape and into his hairline, scratching his scalp and making him moan. Heat stirs deep in your belly hearing him make those wicked noises.

“That feels so nice.” He murmurs. You wiggle in his lap as he plants soft kisses against your skin. His lips and mustache tease that sensitive spot behind your ear.

Large hands latch onto your waist holding you steady against his growing cock. You couldn’t help but grind onto his half hard length with a soft whine. He pulls away from your skin and you flash him a smirk.

“We should eat before the food gets cold.” You suggest and move to rise from his lap but he stops you with a low growl.

“Not just yet.” He says flatly.

You squeak when he places you on the edge of his desk and lays a hand on your clothed chest. “Lay back, Baby. I’m hungry.” He rolls his chair and slots himself between your spread thighs hiking your skirt over your hips.

He licks a hot stripe up the center of your panties adding to your already sweltering core and takes a deep, shuddering breath. “Fuck, you smell good.”

That was your only warning before he snapped the gusset of your panties like a rubber band and pockets the drenched material before smothering your pussy with his mouth.

Tim assaults your core with feverish delight, swirling his tongue in tight circles around your clit and landing sharp flicks that have your spine bowing off the desk.

He sucks the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth, humming around the overstimulated button, and forcing a wrecked gasp from your lips. He strikes with precision, knowing just the right amount of pressure and suction needed to get you off.

Your hands dive into his locks as he thrusts his tongue into your soaked center making you bite your cheek praying you don’t scream out loud in case any of his coworkers still happened to be in the building.

He eats you like a wild animal and drinks down your sweet arousal as it floods from your folds. His hands ensnare your thighs keeping your writhing body still as he laps greedily at your weeping core.

Your limbs twitch from the hypersensual onslaught. The tingle in the base of your spine rises higher and higher until your orgasm explodes behind your eyes.

Arousal pours from your pussy as he tips you over the edge. You slam your hands over your mouth, subduing a scream as your legs lock around his head. He laps at your creamy spend with a deep, chest rumbling growl.

“You taste so fuckin’ good. Just what I needed.” Tim grunts as he pulls away. The lower half of his jaw is coated in a thin, shiny layer of arousal and he couldn’t look more pleased with himself.

You’re spent. It takes all your energy to sit up even with his help making the both of you laugh. He chuckles as your head lolls backward when he scoops you into his arms. “C’mere, Baby.”

You dumbly nod as he tugs you into his lap once more but this time his naked cock stands at attention and brushes your drenched slit. The bulbous crown is pulsing red and leaking from the tip as he grasps the base with a tight fist.

“Want you to sit on me.” Tim softly commands. “Just want to feel you around me for a little bit.”

You shift forward nudging your pussy on his swollen tip, desperate to have him inside of you. He steadies your hips as you slowly sink down, stretching your cunt around him until you’re seated at the wide base.

His massive girth spreads your petals and molds your walls around him. It knocks the air from your lungs every time. “There you go. Good girl.”

The once tense man now looks sated and relaxed as he sits with you in his lap. He cradles your face in his palms and tenderly presses his lips to yours. He feels so big in every sense as his large body smothers you and his cock presses into the deepest depths of your cunt.

He breaks the kiss with a groan when he feels your core swirl. “Like feeling my cock buried deep inside you?”

You rake your fingers down his white button up, wishing you could move and feel that heavy drag that only his cock could elicit. His brow furrows at your pout. “What’s wrong, Baby?”

“I need to move. I need something.” You stir.

Tim wraps his arms around your back, hushing your frazzled nerves as your head sags against a broad shoulder. He smoothes a hand up and down your back before eyeing the bag of food.

He reaches for the now lukewarm box of Lo Mein. “Let me feed you, Baby.”

You lean back as he picks up a few noodles with his chopsticks. “Open wide.” He muses and carefully drops the salty food into your awaiting mouth.

The delicious food bursts on your tongue and distracts you from your current cock induced frenzied state. You happily chew the greasy noodles as he feeds them to you. “Gotta keep up your strength. You know how ravenous I can be.” He quips with a wink before taking a bite for himself.

You scoff and almost choke on the slippery noodles. “You okay there, Baby?” He jabs, pointing the chopsticks at you.

“Shut up.” You swat his chest before dragging him into a fiery kiss. He groans into your mouth as your teeth nibble his plump bottom lip.

His cock twitches from the playful motion, pressing deeper into your core and making your core seize with a fresh wave of slick.

With rogueish eyes, he chucks the half empty container on his desk. He tips his head in your direction and settles his feet firmly on the ground. “Prop yourself back. I wanna watch my cock split this tight, little cunt open.”

Your elbows take the brunt of your weight as you lean back on his desk and put on a show for him. Arching your spine and exaggerating your curves in a lewd display. You get off on making the man beneath you pant like a dog.

His hands scramble for your clothed tits, needing to see them jiggle as he yanks your top down. His hands latch onto your naked flesh, pinching and sharply tugging your hardened nips. The obscene sounds that squeak from your throat drive him wild.

“You needed a cock so bad that you’re taking it on my desk like a common whore.” He mockingly grunts.

The flesh of your bare ass smacks against his thighs on every downbeat, causing the knot in your belly to cinch tight. He lays a nimble thumb over your slicked stained clit and flicks the tiny bud making your cunt lock like a vice as your orgasm peaks suddenly.

Tim grunts as your core quivers and milks his length. He ensnares your waist and bucks his hips, wildly fucking you through the overwhelming, blissful high.

“That’s it, Baby. Grind that greedy cunt. Wanna feel you drip down my balls.” He swears under his breath. Your core convulses from his rough treatment as you smash your clit against the fine dark hair that peppers his pelvis.

The intense sensation makes your eyes go all glossy and dumb. You feel another orgasm quickly build in the base of your belly. Sticky, sharp thwaps reverberate off the walls as you meet his relentless thrusts.

“You’re looking fucked out, Baby.” His eyes lock to where he’s spearing you open. “So fucking wet and gaping, it makes my cock throb.”

Your belly flips at his crude words and they ignite your kindling orgasm, stoking it higher and higher until it smothers you completely. His balls draw up tight as your core clamps down around him with a delectable wail. He follows close behind, emitting a strangled noise that bursts from his chest as he fills you to the brim with his seed.

Your body twitches as he wraps his arms around you and lays you against his heated chest. Your hearts beat in tandem and he peppers soft kisses to the inside of your neck as the high slowly wears off.

“How about we head home, Baby?” Tim says rubbing a warm hand along your back. You mumble an agreement into his neck making him lightly chuckle. “Come on, up you go.”

He holds you until you’re steady on your feet. You hiss as his release slips down your thighs after dismounting him. “Shit- where are my panties?”

He looks concerned until you lift your skirt and show him the thick, gluey seed that’s drooling from your folds. His cock twitches at the sight.

“Grab the food. We’ve gotta get you cleaned up.” He commands, leaving out the part where his mouth was involved. He tugs your skirt down and shoves you toward the door despite your protest in finding your panties.

He stops in his tracks and reaches into his pocket to reveal your lost panties. “Now do you really think I’d let these leave my clutches?”

You stick your tongue out at him and he retaliates by swatting your ass and pushing you out the door. “Just for that, you don’t get them back.”

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daffi-990 · 6 months

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✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Kicking things off and I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone for your encouragement and support on my last snippet. I was not in a great headspace, but after having a friend read over what I was struggling with (seriously thank you so much @callmenewbie 💙💙💙), I’m feeling a lot better about it and my fic.

Inspiration struck me this morning while out on my run and I was able to get started on chapter 3 of Rival Firefighters 🚒 . So here’s a little taste of what my brain conjured up …

As the water flows down his body, a satisfied groan falls from his mouth.

“I sure hope that groan wasn’t self pleasure related, because I’m not sure we could come back from that.”

Buck turns his face out from under the spray and flashes Chim a shit eating grin as he gets into the stall next to Buck’s. Chim turns his shower on and Buck’s water pressure drops slightly as the pipes make a small groan at the added water demand.

“Oh, I’m saving all my self pleasure for when I get home and I don’t have to keep quiet.”

Chim huffs out a laugh. “Don’t you live with like five roommates?”

“Yeah, but it’s almost 9am,” Buck grabs the soap and begins scrubbing himself, “and by the time I get home they’ll have all gone to work. So I’ll have the place to myself.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully at Chim.

“Not going to try and hit a breakfast bar or something for someone to take home?”

Buck starts rinsing himself off. “Nah, I’ve got some excellent spank material I want to test drive.” His hand brushes over his cock and he feels anticipation build in his blood. He quickly rinses off and moves his hand away, not wanting to work himself up in a way that would make it obvious to everyone else that Buck is feeling horny.

Without skipping a beat, Chim replies, “Diaz work you up that much?”

Shutting off the water and stepping out of the stall, towel wrapped tightly around his waist, Buck shoots Chim a puzzled look. Had he seen Diaz shove him up against the engine and Buck practically melt into a puddle?

“Kid, every time your paths cross, you two crash together in a very school yard display of flirting. If Diaz had pigtails, you’d be pulling them.” Chim raises an eyebrow at him as if to say well am I wrong? And okay, he definitely isn’t. Buck knows he’s flirting like a little school boy, but it’s just so fun to see Diaz react. “Just figured after he tackled and ended up on top of you, your mind would have some uh … thoughts.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely got some thoughts.” Buck says as he slips his underwear on. And he’s going to let those thoughts play out as soon as he’s home. He doesn’t have plans, so he’s got the whole day to let his imagination run wild. He might go out later and find someone to help him live out some of them if he’s feeling the extra uh, need. But for now, he’s content with his right hand and a suction cup dildo thank you very much.

He’s buttoning up his jeans, shirt in his hand, when Anderson pops his head in.

“Buckley, you’ve got a visitor.”

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kastapipes · 2 years

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zombiepuke · 6 months

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Thinking about Valentina tonight. Thinking about how she was a poor sex worker just trying to make it in the world and got manipulated and conned into Cecilia’s scam because, come on, it’s just pretending to be a nurse for a little while and she’ll definitely split the money with you and it’s easy, easy cash and she was probably desperate

And how she literally got sexually assaulted right fucking before being thrown into a torture trap - already seen as trash by the masses just because she’s a sex worker. It probably wasn’t the first time she’d been attacked like that, either

About her waking up, tied to a pipe-cross, terrified, confused, sitting in a dirty room with people she hardly knew, especially the blonde “doctor” who had claimed her share of the easy cash would change her life, give her at least something. But instead of that, she gets tossed into a trap by a man who claims to have this insane moral code as if he were God, but is so easily transparent and is so obviously full of shit. You cannot judge a person’s entire morality on one mistake, one act of desperation. John would know best, even good people do gray things when backed into a corner

And then, she’s up first - her trap was arguably the most brutal, the most painful, the most dangerous - she had hardly any time to think before the timer is clicking down, Cecilia is screaming at her to “just do it! Just saw your leg off! It’s fine you’ll be fine! Save yourself save yourself save yourself!!!!” as if she were some goddamn cheerleader at a game, as if it were her hands that held a piece of metal that was about to cut through her own femur

She’s a crying mess, just a woman who wasn’t all good but certainly not all bad, certainly undeserving of this fate, at least. She doesn’t think she can muster the courage to do it, but the proximity of the saw to her exposed neck makes her understand - she doesn’t want to fucking die.

Then she manages to do it, actually fucking do it - force a braid of wire right down the meat of her thigh, right through every artery and vein, every ligament and muscle, right through to the bone, and then some. Blood literally gushing like a hot spring, and she’s screaming nonsensically, the pain incomprehensible, unlike anything she, or any normal person, had ever felt before. And Cecilia is still yelling at her to not think just do it, but her hands shake and tremble, her brain screaming at her to stop mutilating herself, and all the while the timer is continuing to tick down.

And she moves the saw back and forth and back and forth and back and forth until pop

Her leg slides clean off, right at the dotted line.

And still, through all of that trauma and excruciating pain, she’s able to take her bloody, shaking hands and attach the suction to her exposed femur as steady as she could, like she was supposed to, crying and sniffling and probably so pumped full of adrenaline and terror and feelings no human should ever have to feel. And she’s sit having to watch the timer tick down to zero, panicking, screaming for her life, but the goddamn tube was too long, took too long, didn’t pump enough of the liquefied marrow into the strainer—

And she gets a saw-wire through her neck at a painfully slow pace, and her head on the floor.

After all of that, she still fucking dies a horrific death. She saws her own goddamn leg off, and she still dies - and if she had literally a second more time, she would have survived - the trap at least. Who knows if she could have lived any sort of trip to a hospital, the amount of blood lost, shock coursing through her veins.

And then to have her deceased body disrespected and mutilated by the woman who had claimed to help her, provide for her, talked her into the scam in the first place, her stomach torn open haphazardly and her intestines pooled around the room like some dirty rope. Her decapitated head used as a prop piece.

I’m just thinking about Valentina and her last moments so full of pain, how scared she was. How she didn’t deserve that, at all, how the woman who was the mastermind behind it all got to walk with hardly a scratch. How Valentina’s punishment did not fit her crime and how skewed John’s logic was.

And for Amanda to then rattle on about how Valentina didn’t harbor the will to live - bitch please. I’d like to see anyone else slice their leg off at the thigh in a matter of minutes after waking up confused, scared, unknowing of what was about to happen to them. And to be the first one up to bat? If anyone had the will to live that night, it was fucking Valentina. My girl went through the wringer and she got absolutely nothing in return.

She should have lived she should have lived she should have fucking lived

#i have so many feelings about her #i love her so much and i am so angry about her death #saw #saw x #number one valentina stan RIGHT HERE AND YALL DONT FORGET IT

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