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HE IS HUGE 🔥🔥🥵🥵
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✨️Biker boyfriend ✨️
Your boyfriend has a motorcycle. And come on there are so many perks at having a biker boyfriend.
Having his destroying your insides while wearing his helmet because uhhhh.
Seeing those leathers hug his muscled body 🥵🔥 being all attractive as his legs wrap around the motorcycle and speed off in huge roads.
His favourite position is undoubtedly you on top of him. How could he possibly not enjoy you bouncing on top of his cock, hair flailing about as your tits jiggled freely in front of his eyes. Letting you ride him as if he is your bike. Letting you take control for as much as you can handle, bouncing up and down, rolling your hips and grinding against him.
“That’s it darling, keep going.” you’d continue moving at a quicker pace upon hearing him speak, upon hearing his praise, not slowing down even when you felt your legs pain — head only throwing back in utter gratification as you felt your cunt grip onto his length.
He would only chuckle in reply, holding onto you tightly, before wrapping your hair around his hands and slamming himself up into you, as he sees you in your weakened state. You can not hold yourself up from all the pleasure, giving in, letting him take the reins. The unholy sounds of his balls hitting against your cunt mixed in with your breathy moans and his loud grunts bouncing of the walls and only intensifying the urge to cum faster. He would love watching your face when he hit that spot, your body coming to a halt as you shuddered, eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his pecs. You would fall on top of him, letting your weight rest on his body not sparing a single thought about the mess between your legs.
Or think about all the little daytrips he will take you. Forests and beaches all of them then being plagued in your mind by very good sex and multiple orgasms. Maybe even on his bike trying to balance the both of you as wrecks your whole being.
#elena's smutty scenarios#biker fic#biker boy#f1 smut#remus lupin smut#charles leclerc x reader#max verstappen x reader#lando norris x reader#oscar piastri x you#sirius black smut#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#remus lupin imagine#sirius black imagine#marauders x reader#marauders x you
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Thinking about Nico knowing you like to read, specifically romance books but you’ve never really been into the whole mafia/mob boss type books
But then the Stadium Series rolls around…
And all of a sudden you might be looking more into mafia romance books because your boyfriend was looking🥵
warnings: no proper smut, but reader is thinking of smut… fem!reader, nico 🔥
authors note: i might write a second part to this is people want it…
Mafia books weren’t usually your cup of tea. Usually you picked up a rom com, historical or fantasy romance. Nothing with an essay of trigger warnings usually did it for you, however much you tried.
That was before you saw Nico dressed up as one of the Sopranos when he came off the team bus. You shuffled in your seat, trying to ignore the pulsating feeling that had started in your groin but it was impossible. Yes he was in a tracksuit set, but it was the scratch to his face that added to the mafia feel.
You busied yourself throughout warmups, playing with some of the kids who were in the suite, looking after them when their respective parents went to the toilet, grabbing pitchers of drinks. Anything to distract yourself from your boyfriend.
That worked about as well as it could, until he scored within the first minute of the game. And when he was barking orders at the rest of his team. And when the Devils won the Stadium Series. And when he swore in his post game interview.
The icing on the cake was when Nico walked into the press conference after the game in a white tank top, muscles on display to the world. You just wanted those arms wrapped around your body as he pounded up into you. The muscles in his arm flexing as he gently choked you, hips pistoning.
Maybe you would give those mafia books another try.
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It’s been a hot day here in the southern hemisphere of Midgard, so humid and sticky (and not the good kind). Could you tempt Jotunn Loki to cool things down (and maybe heat things up in a good way)?? 🥵😍
I hope its still hot today 🔥 I'm in a very wanky wankst mood this week I'm sorry.
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Jotun Loki x Reader Smutty - w/c 300
"Please let me suck it..." you whined, as Loki spread his thighs wider. You ran your palms up the naked blue muscles, every bulge in his jotunn enhanced femurs straining shades of cerulean as you shuffled closer. Hoping.
"Absolutely not." he gasped, his grip tightening around the gargantuan shaft. One hand stroked in devastating precision, the other grasped around a shimmering cube as he threw his head back, dark curls spread over tensed shoulders.
"You would be sealed to me in seconds-" he choked, making you whimper. You trailed your nose up his inner thigh, the biting chill making it tingle. "Is..is what you w-wish? To be inescapably, p-painfully, irrevocably...gods..fastened to my c-cock-"
You nodded coyly against his skin, fighting the chill. You knew he was right but fuck, right now you'd risk it.
"Maybe another...uhhh f-fuck..time... " he chuckled with difficulty, wide sapphire hips tilting upwards with every thrust as you hovered by the shuddering tip.
Loki's huge fist was merciless, his brow furrowing in desperate pleasure as you parted your lips. "Let's cool you dow- down, shall we?" he grunted through shortening breaths, low moans rumbling in his core as he edged himself across the final precipice.
Your tongue meekly lapped the tip of his cobalt shaft, feeling the saliva harden instantly against the frozen skin. You pulled it away with a wince. Loki released an animalistic groan at the sight, shuddering forwards with a clenched cry of your name.
The cool seed spattered your cheeks, flooding your tongue with force. You stilled, letting it drip from the corners of your mouth down your chin to your chest. There was always so much. Like soft sorbet on summer's hottest day. And he was always so obliging, such a benevolent god to his fragile mortal and her petty needs.
Your fingers traced the streams of his cum, rubbing swathes of the chilled liquid into your breasts with a moan of satisfaction. The relief would last for hours. Loki gaped, his stare smouldering through half lidded eyes.
"I will never tire of cooling you down, pet." he panted slowly, skin blossoming back to its paler form as he released his grip from the casket.
"Good thing you always make me so hot then..." you purred, rising and crawling into your god's wide lap. Loki groaned again.
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babe it's okay bc dick grayson IS over 6 foot and he has a long cock (i saw it!!!!) 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
wishing i was his sunshine gf who he spoils rotten 💔💔💔💔💔 he always makes jokes about how he's almost a glorified sugar daddy, but you always rush to reassure him you don't care about the money (he knows lmao) and im so sorry for this but, dick grayson has a voyeurism kink, a somnophilia kink and an arm kink bc he likes it when you cling to his arm like a koala to a tree.
he always gets home late after patrol, and seeing his pretty girl in any way is what gets him going, so he just couldn't keep his hands off you. you woke to your underwear being on the ground, and with his fingers in you 🤭
he always a spends a fucking FORTUNE on you whenever you go out, but he never lets you see the price tags. like my dude RUSHES to cover them so that you don't worry your pretty little head off <3 he started doing that after you told him "if you keep spending so much on me, dickie, you're gonna be in debt by the time we've been dating for like- a year!" so he's very cautious now. can't have his pretty girl worrying about that of all things! especially when you're as rich as him, i mean, all of things he buys is barely a dent in his bank account..! as long you let him touch your pretty pussy while you sleep, wash his hair (!), and be his sunshine, he'll be fine !!!!
(im literally so obsessed w him 😓)
baaabbbeeeee stopppppp
(me when someone says “arm kink”)
behold. elite arms for your arm kink viewing pleasure courtesy of a one dick grayson
☥ i think i saw somewhere that he was canonically 5’10 and that’s good and all, still very tall like i won’t deny it. i just feel like he has crazy tall energy.. and i’m a fool for “glow ups” and growth spurt trope. like in the first season he was shorter than everyone, and then second season he’s taller than everybody like 😵💫😵💫 i can’t get enough of it. he’s got like 6’2 energy to me
☥ thank you for telling me about your headcanon kinks for him bcos i’m still trying to delve deep into his psyche over here. still trying to figure him out, my sexy little human rubik’s cube
“he likes it when you cling to his arm” is soooo real. like where other couples would hold hands, you hold his arm. feeling his muscle under your palm 🫠
☥ when he realizes you’re awake, he whispers over the wet sounds of your pussy, “shh, baby, go back to sleep… just couldn’t help myself. be done soon.” he coos, and you’re so groggy you hum in content, adjusting further into his warmth while he’s toying with you.
☥ “cant have his pretty girl worrying” PLEAKBSLWBEME
“as long as you let him touch your pretty pussy” HFSLDHSLKCJS IM SO 🔥🔥🥵‼️
the fact he’s fucking loaded fr. he doesn’t like to flaunt it really.. a silver chain for himself here, an expensive motorcycle there… he’s very cautious with it. never liked the mansion life, too big too lonely. the apartment guy, the city guy,… unless he’s with you. then he feels like he wants to step it up. especially bcos he wants to fuck you that night after your luxurious outing
#cheesecakeswiftie888#reader insert#thanks for the msg!!#x f!reader#dick grayson smut#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson x reader
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k.eijirou + size and praise kink
☆– request; "hiiiii, i completely loved your bakugou + gf blowjob, it was 🥵🥵🥵🔥🔥🔥 could write a red riit praise kink pretty plsss??"
☆– a/n; lol, it took me a while to understand what "red riit" meant🙈🤣. so, this is my very first kirishima drabble, so i hope i did it justice(?) 😊🤍 and i added the size kink cuz yeah, i was in the mood lol bye enjoy!
Your back arched, your hands grabbing strongly the tie that held your wrists tied to the headboard of the bed, when you felt a second orgasm run through your body with force. The moan that escaped you was long and low in your throat. With your legs shaking, Kirishima gave a few more laps to your pussy before kissing gently and seductively your inner thighs, smirking against your skin when he felt the trembling of the muscles between your legs.
“You're gorgeous,” he purred, starting a trail of open mouth kisses up your body, giving your pussy another lap with his tongue that made you squirm. He paused for a few extra minutes over your the left side of your hip, pecking gently the little tattoo that decorated the skin which was a chibi replica of Red Riot–it had inflated his ego so bad when you surprised him with it, he couldn't stop always giving it a peck whenever he had the chance to; "it's a reminder that you're mine, kitten, of course im gonna love it!"–and then licked his way up to the valley between your tits, nipping at each nipple with playfulness before attacking your neck.
“My kitten came so beautifully,” he whispered in your ear and you whined, still not having any coherent thought in your mind after that strong last orgasm; but the feeling of the head of his cock teasing your entrance made you want him more. More of him.
“Huh? Does my kitten want more?” You could hear the smirk in his deep, low voice.
And you loved it.
You nodded, whining and moving your hips, rubbing your wet pussy against his cock. You heard him hiss at your action before he supported his weight on his forearms next to your body. He was so big and broad in comparison to you, that your biggest turn on was exactly that: the feel of being and looking so little every time he was above you.
His eyes were so dark when he looked at you, you could practically feel the need of burying himself deep inside you.
“Answer me.”
Fuck, he was so fucking sexy when he went all bossy on you.
You bit your lower lip still captivated by his stare. He was so… intense. Sometimes you wondered how you managed to keep up with him. His duality of being the kindest human being on earth, but also a beast in bed was going to be the end of you.
You closed your eyes when one of his hands started to caress your body softly, starting from your neck, squishing gently one of your boobs; then his hand kept moving lower from your chest to your hips… and that's when you felt it; the slap against one of your butt cheeks. How did he make it possible to do that? You didn't know. But, fuck, it did make you moan, loud.
“I said, answer me.”
You opened your eyes, and you were able to see it in his. Fuck, he was so ready to fuck the lights out of you.
“Please…” your voice sounded rougher than you intended or expected.
He smiled widely, “Please what, kitten?”
You were about to start crying, so lost in the pleasure that only he knew how to give you. You whimpered when he stilled your hips with his big hands and entered only the head in you.
“Please… Fuck me, Ejirou,” you cried, begging and desperate for him. You couldn't resist it any longer, you needed him.
He grinned one more time, looking proudly at you while caressing one of your cheeks with his thumb before kissing you deep, his tongue savoring your entire mouth and fighting your tongue for dominance that you were willing to surrender to him.
“That's my kitten,” he smiled with his forehead against yours.
Your mouth opened in an ‘O' shape in surprise of his following action. He thrusted his cock deep inside you in one go, making any sound that could come out of your mouth get stuck in your throat.
“Fuck, kitten,” he growled, touching with his hand the bulge that formed his cock inside you on your belly. “Your pussy takes my cock so well… It was made for me.”
He started to move, taking his cock out of you slowly and then getting back inside in one hard thrust, still keeping his hand on your belly. He enjoyed so much to see how small you were that his cock practically made a very noticeable bulge every time it went inside you.
“Fuck! Look at this small and tight pussy… All for me.”
He was lost in his pleasure.
And you just knew that this was only the beginning of a long and pleasurable night.
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I was so excited to see the ask game going around. I hope it perks up around here again 💛
Do you any HCs to share for Flip, Kylo, Jacques, and Mills??
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Hello!! Thank you for sending this in! Today feels like the good old days with this dumpster fire hopping and the bs flying! I love it!!
🍕What's your favorite comment you've received on a fic?
Omg @iamburdened absolutely kills me with her comments. I have re read them 100 times and I smile like a lunatic every time. She's so dark and hilarious and I love her!
Here is just one example of her awesomeness on my fic Sinners Welcome!
@vedavan leaves some of the most involved and thoughtful and incredible comments I've ever received and I am so beyond floored at the amount of thought she gives. I am so thankful for her encouragement and support!
This comment on Here There Be Monsters made me swoon
Ahhhh!! Your stories are always such a thrill, a joyride from beginning to end, and this one was no exception.
I loved every word, and your gift for action scenes and gorgeous descriptions shone so brightly here. I loved all the side characters too: from the colorful ragtag assortment of pirates and whores, to Legris' trusted crew and of course the legendary Pierre; the elegantly villainous Talvington and the mysterious, bewitching Grey Lady. Even the ship herself, the Belle Dame, was a character in and of herself. And of course as always I appreciate Carroughes disgusting appearance and his inevitable demise.
Your obvious love and passion for the subject matter and for the characters (no one writes a better, hotter, more delicious male MC than your Legris 🔥🔥🥵) made this such a joy to read, and I was almost sad when it ended. Action, romance, drama... your stories have it all and I'm completely addicted.
Perfection! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
@reveluving inspires me to write more insanity by her support and beautiful comments on my stories!
This is so hard actually, but I have to shout out to my favorite people here and the most supportive and amazing people I know who always spur me to keep churning out my bs and do more!
You, of course! @queeniebee and all the other friends I have here who instantly come to mind when I think of support and wonderful people! @babbushka @lumberjack00fantasies Silky!! @gabesprincess @mrs-gucci @rynwritesstuff @mythrielofsolitude @reylokisses @queen-of-elves @srorgana1 @kyloremus
🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?
Kylo knew you were the one when he found he could fight with you and argue without losing his temper. He has a famously hot temper. He's a notoriously violent man. But of course, he could never hurt his girl. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't lose his temper with her, or so he thought. He thought it would be a challenge, that he would feel his blood pressure rise and his teeth grind when you angered him, because naturally you're going to. It can be a little thrilling to push his buttons. But he never has lost his tempter with you, despite your best efforts. He gets hot and bothered in other ways, ways he channels to improve both your moods.
It's true what they say, that Beauty tamed the Beast.
No one can debate that Jacques has a winning personality. He's fun, lively, exudes charm and charisma, and has no hesitation putting on a grand show for his girl. However, like so many highly charismatic people, his charm was hard-earned and developed for survival. A self-made man, he had no name or fortune and had to claw his way up the food chain until he became a man of power. He remembers going dirty and hungry and cold, sleeping on the ground, awaking to a muscles that ached from cold and a growling stomach that couldn't be sated. Charisma was another skill he learned along the way to survive. Just as necessary to gain power and fortune as being able to fight, red in tooth and claw, was the ability to mingle, to befriend, to charm to amuse. He had to make himself useful in all ways to his betters until he outstripped them all.
With you, he finds that he doesn't need to act at all and that it's all natural and second nature. It makes him swell with pride when he puts a smile on your lips. He realized you were the one when he realized that making you happy made him happier, giving you pleasure made his heart soar. He will also ensure his girl, his family, will never know the feeling going hungry or cold, nor of being shunned and kicked aside. His table will always be bountiful and his arms always warm and loving for his woman. When he smiles for you, when he laughs and entertains, its genuine and it makes him love you more.
Flip was raised outdoors and helping on his family's ranch, breaking horses, branding calves, cutting timber, chopping ice, hauling hay. All the things his size and rambunctious temper were good for.
His upbringing made him a die hard western movie fan. Clint Eastwood is his favorite with John Wayne a close runner up and he's watched their entire filmography at least five times over with his dad. He's ensured his girl has seen all of his favorites and plenty of others too. True Grit, The Outlaw Josey Wales, El Dorado, Unforgiven, to name a few.
Westerns are his favorite movie genre. However, he is also quite a bit of an ornery jackass. As such, his favorite genre to watch with you is horror. He loves setting the stage, making sure the house is nice and dim, the temperature a little cool, a fire crackling in the fireplace. The ambience is perfect for a movie night in, and all strategically geared to make you want to get nice and close to him, against his chest and inside his arms. He will tease you mercilessly and goose you during the jumpy parts. Then he will laugh - bray- like the jackass he is. He deals with killers and criminals in real life. Horror movies don't phase him. Some big ungainly bastard with half his vision obscured by a mask, coming at him swinging a chainsaw that's telegraphed a mile away is hardly a challenge. Flip would have fun taking your average slasher out in spectacularly ballsy fashion. Flip loves horror movies and chill. He chills while you get chills.
Mills is tenacious and hard working in all ways. He will go the extra mile and work harder and longer than anyone. Complaints aren't part of his vocabulary and he never shies from any quantity of blood, sweat, and tears it takes to see anything through once he sets his mind to it. He's determined to the point of self destruction and will push himself far past the bounds of comfort and even good sense.
The area in which he's happy to put in the effort and diligence is for his girl. Once he sets his sights on her, nothing will deter him. He will tilt windmills and make every overture, simple and grand, to win her heart. As a lovesick teenager who didn't know a damn thing about girls, this took the shape of embarrassing acts like clumsily strumming a guitar and singing off key below his intended's window at odd hours of the night until angry fathers ran him off. He considered it a badge of honor when one particularly enraged father took a shot at his feet with a .12 gauge.
Thankfully, he has learned a thing or two and now applies his tenacious enthusiasm in better ways. He will cook for you and rub your shoulders until his hands ache. He will bring you flowers and take you out for a picnic that entails a ride in his bush plane out to a mountain lake to spare you the hike. He will carry you to bed when you're tired and hold you all night. He considers it a personal failure when he doesn't make you cum before him, and is dauntless when it comes to making you moan and sigh. He is the ultimate Golden Retriever Boyfriend. He will work every day to make you smile and never let the new wear off.
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sounds odd but I read the Lestappen drabble and wondered if you could write a few words about what Charles thinks of the way Max looks after races when he is all sweaty 🥵🥵🥵🔥thank you
Haha sure! Post-race Max has my heart and I am sure also captivates Charles. I've written a very short bit below.
Beads of sweat work their way down Max’s forehead. Slow at first and then picking up speed as they travel down the contours of the Dutchman’s face. Charles watches them carefully, tracks their movement as they race down Max’s nose and drip down off the tip .
It’s obscene.
It shouldn’t be. Charles imagines that to other people it’s just a sportsman recovering from the exhaustion of competing at the highest level but to the Monegasque the sight alone is enough to send all the blood flowing south to one very specific area.
He just knows for sure that beneath the race suit Max must be even sweatier. He must be sticky and heated and musky. The curves of his chest and the meat of his thighs glistening. Expanses of normally pale smooth skin all pink and glowing. Good enough to lick and suck and kiss.
The Monegasque tries to avert his gaze but he can’t. As Max takes another drink from his water bottle his Adam’s apple bobs and his neck muscles contract. Charles briefly considers just throwing caution to the wind and lunging forward to lick up the sweat that’s racing down Max’s throat.
To others the Dutchman probably looks exhausted, to Charles he just looks debauched, like he’s spent the last ninety minutes or so fucking rather than racing. His hair is damp and dishevelled, his cheeks rosy and his skin positively glowing.
Normal Max is hot.
Post race Max is so hot that Charles wants to spread his legs right open in parc fermé.
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Top 10 reasons why you SHOULD love and simp over Drake Mallard/Darkwing Duck!!
Number 10: His Durabiity 💪
This dude literally survived a point blank explosion of TMT, a large piano dropped on his body, and a LARGE amount of electricity set at the highest level CONCURRENTLY, and can STILL throw down with Jim Sterling afterwards! If that isn't badass than I don't know what is!!
Number 9: His Revamped Costume... 🥵🔥 🦹♂️
Two words. Skin. Tight. For those chiseled muscles of his... Besides that, his costume is one of the coolest designs for a super duck ever! He really knows how to fight crime in style!!
Number 8: His Casual Fashion Sense
Pretty much everything I said on number 9 and then some!! THIS MAN PULLS OFF PURPLE/PINK-ISH CLOTHES VERY WELL!! AND THOSE SUNGLASSES JUST SHOWS HOW HANDSOME HE REALLY IS!!
Number 7: He's A Great and Supportive Friend
Despite his lack of awareness that Fenton is Gizmoduck, Drake is still a great friend to him, supporting him all the way through thick and thin, even calling him buddy in the Let's Get Dangerous special!!
He'll be there to help support his friends and family in any way possible, no matter the cost!!
Number 6: He's a Kid at Heart!
Drake is devoted fan through and through, and it goes to show that even the most manly of men can be kids at the end of the day!! His naivety is also a rare treat that is very rarely seen in heros and adds to his cuteness!!
Number 5: He's Great with Kids!!
Drake's dreams were all about inspiring kids everywhere by becoming Darkwing, and that clearly shows with how he acts around Gos! He does everything he can to make sure that she gets the best in life, even to the point of extreme exhaustion just to make her happy. Kids are his life, and Drake really is a great dad...
Number 4: He is STACKED... 🥵
No need to explain myself. This boi's muscle game is on point! Especially those pecs... No wonder he can survive the amount of stuff that is thrown his way!! 💪😎
Number 3: HIS SUPER PINCHABLE CHEEK FEATHERS!!!🤗
He may be a strong and built boi, but those cheek feathers must feel like heaven!! THE WAY IT FLOPS AROUND IS SOOOOOO ENTICING!!! HOW COULD YOU NOT WANT TO SQUEEZE!!!
Number 2: He's both Handsome and adorable... 🥺🥰
JUST LOOK AT HIS FACE!!! LOOK AT HIS PRECIOUS PRECIOUS FACE!!! HE'S SUCH A HANDSOME, DREAMY, ADORABLE, INNOCENT BOI!! HOW CAN YOU SAY NO TO A FACE LIKE THAT?!?!
Number 1: He is literally the sweetest person in the world... 😇🥰🥰🥰🥰
You would think that an actor like Drake would be as stuck-up as his protege Jim Starling, but that couldn't be further from the truth!! Drake is literally the most caring and infectiously lovable duck ever!! He always wants to make things better for everyone and always goes above and beyond to love and protect the people he cares about whether it be Launchpad, Gosalyn, Fenton, or the entire world!! And while his ego could be fixed up a bit, his personality more than makes up for his faults. Besides, Darkwing was always egotistical. You could say he's just playing his character down to a tee!!
Those are my reasons for why Drake is my favorite DT17 character of all time and why you should love and respect him!!
#darkwing duck#drake mallard#drakepad#ducktales#ducktales 17#ducktales reboot#disney afternoon#i would do anything for him#i would die for this man#handsome#so cute#fenton cabrera#gosalyn waddlemeyer#launchpad mcquack#disney
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My Mexican Handsome 🔥🔥🥵🥵
#miguel o’hara#spiderman 2099#hot af 🔥🔥🔥#my sexy beast 🔥🔥#my mexican spider husband 🔥🔥🥵🥵#his muscles 🥵🥵🔥🔥#across the spiderverse#marvel#spiderman across the spiderverse#2023
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Hey it has been a while🔥🔥 so let's talk about adult Yuuji. Yes the one with the scars and he is 27...that hot and intense Yuuji
27 year-old Yuuji Itadori has seen so many things and lived through trauma. His golden eyes are darkened from years of fighting and psychological damage. But his fighting spirit and willpower is what keeps him strong and going. Now he has you and wants you to be apart of his life which you accept. Now don't get it wrong, Yuuji is very protective and loving to you. Even after everything he has been through, that is not going to stop him from showing you love and compassion.
27 year-old Yuuji however isn't like how he was when he was a teenager. Oh no👀 Yuuji is hot as hell and makes things very erotic. He's matured but has some very intense hormones. He has been working out nonstop hence why his body is much more muscular and it has some scars. Those golden eyes stare at you like pray because he is going to devour you😵🥵 his lips, chapped and calloused, crash against yours fiercely. You feel the scar on the side of his lip and it turns you on more as he demands to open your mouth so he can use his tongue to explore your mouth and you let him, moaning as he strips you of your clothes and gropes your body, tits, thighs and your ass. (That ass will be red👀) He strips himself fully naked and you are mesmerized by how solid and buff his body is, muscles littered with several scars here and there and you kiss each and every one of them while licking his pecs and neck. A brief genuine smile flashes on his face at you admiring his broken image yet still treasuring him. It only made him want you more and to claim you. Tall and buff, all ready to have his wicked way with you.
You are lifted up by him (effortlessly because he is super strong) and laid on the couch in a specific yet exotic way. He has your legs on his shoulders and his masculine face is directly in your soaking pussy. He takes a small whiff before smirking, and his tongue laps up your juices, making you squirm and moan. "Be a good girl and watch me taste this slutty pussy of yours. Don't look away." He spits on your cunt and dives in--tongue circling and licking all over your clit making you cry out in pleasure but never looking away from Yuuji's ministrations. He was nasty and lewd, watching him spit on your pussy and lick it back up to mix with your juices, golden eyes watching yours as he tongue fucks your hole, your liquids and his spit dripping to the floor and his harden dick. He makes you squirt from the deep tongue fucking and swallows all of your release. "Fuck cutie, such a good little whore for me." He kisses you so you can taste yourself on him.
He spreads your legs for him and pushes his marvelous cock inside of you. Your scream of pleasure echoes his living room before he starts fucking you roughly. His grunts, growls and low moans in tune with your louder ones as the metal of the couch creaks from each thrust he gives you. "Fuck cutie I didn't know you liked it rough. You're squeezing me so tight like a rope. I'll let you have it rough. I'm gonna make this pussy mines. Keep your legs spread open for me." He grunts out, the slapping of skin and slick noises of your cunt with the echoes of your voices being heard. Yuuji was not like how he was before. He was a changed man, more rough and edgy and hotter. He opens your mouth so he can spit it in and have you swallow it before pounding you mercilessly. After your third orgasm does he finally cum inside of you, hot spurts painting your insides before the two of you are out of breath. He kisses you softly on the mouth before giving you a forehead kiss. He lifts you up but still keeps you on his still hard dick, having you cock warming him.
"I really don't wanna leave this pussy cutie," he sheepishly says before giving you an experimental thrust, and you cry out from overstimulation. "Yeah, I have to give you another round on the counter, and then we can shower, princess."
(Time to dive in Holy Water now😵💫😵💫-)
WELCOME BACK TO MY FAVOURITE NONNIE!! WHY WOULD YOU SEND ME THIS WHEN IM OVULATING?? WHY. TELL ME WHY. DO YOU WANT ME DEAD? IS THAT IT? LE T ME SUCK HIS COCK NEOWOOWOWOWOWW
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okay okay so i’m thinking… (with JJ)
reader is a kook (her and JJ are friendly towards each other but not super close just like the pining from a distance) But she’s at a party and gets really drunk and starts to drunk text JJ and she starts to tell him all the things she wants him to do to her and and she wants him to dominate her. so they’re getting really hot in heavy in the texts and then JJ sends her a video of him finishing and shows her what she’s got in store for her. and then he tells her he’s coming to pick her up from the party and take care of her just like she wants. then idkkkkk maybe like a part 2 of them getting down to business🫠 — pretty please and thank you
I loved this request 🥵🔥 definitely will do a part two!
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After seeing JJ leave with some pretty girl for the first time in forever, a heavy weight filled my gut. I had no claim to him but that didn't stop me from staring from across the room. He was hot and I couldn't help it. It's not like he wasn't also checking me out. I'd known of JJ since we were kids but he was a Pogue and I was a Kook. It was practically forbidden on our little island. But the jealousy was heavy tonight. Why her and not me? I was going to get fucked up tonight. I was going to drink until I no longer thought about JJ Maybank.
1 Hour Later
I stumbled out to the pool deck, my head was heavy and my body was hot. Drinking had done nothing for me but make it worse. Everywhere I looked there was a couple with their tongues down each other's throats and I wanted that. I wanted to be taken that fiercely. I wanted to be drunk in pleasure and that stupid blonde was the only one I wanted. I pull my phone out of my bra and fire off a text to JJ before I can rethink it. If this goes south, I can just blame it on the alcohol.
I'm mad at you.
His reply is immediate.
Why?
You left with someone.
Are you jealous?
No. I'm drunk.
A drunk mind speaks sober thoughts.
Well if I was sober I definitely wouldn't tell you how much I need you right now.
That bad?
You have no idea.
Are you wet? Is there a throbbing between your legs? Does your pussy hurt?
Yes.
How do you want me to take care of it?
I want you to tie me up and fuck me until I cry.
Fuck. That might take all night.
You can't handle it?
It's you I'm worried about. Do you know how many times I could make you cum before I even fuck you?
I suck in a breath, heat spreading all over my body until my clit is pulsing. I look around as if someone is reading over my shoulder then quickly respond.
It takes a lot to make me cum.
I can do a lot to you while you're tied up and I have a lot to work with.
A moment passes then a video appears in our chat. I move farther from the party and lower my volume. My hands shake as I press play. My knees nearly give out. It’s a six second clip of him stroking his massive, thick cock. It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen and definitely looked painful. I couldn’t stop watching the short clip. I could see the muscles flexing in his arms, his heavy breathing, the small bead of precum on the tip that didn’t quiet drip off. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning out load. He responds again before I can.
Have you ever squirted?
No.
I'm on my way. I'll be there in 15.
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ryan, twirling his hair around his finger: oh my gosh oliver you’re like sooo strong 🔥🥵 guys, isn’t he strong? 😍😍 look at those muscles wow how much do you bench? haha just kidding what about my muscles oliver? do you wanna see my muscles? oliver look 💪🔥 i'll show you mine if you show me yours haha who said that ! haha anyways 😍❤️👨❤️👨💞 what was the question
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I dare you to write your best attempt (blurb or imagine) about a sexy elevator scene between Shawn x reader 😈🔥
There’s Nothing Holding Me Back
Shawn Mendes x female reader
Word Count: ~455
Warning ⚠️: light smut,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.
A/N: Happy Halloween! And yes the picture is kinda blurry but hey he looks hot 🥵
You and Shawn can barely keep your hands off each other as you slip away from the halloween party into the elevator and head straight to your shared home. You could say that your desire grows more and more intensely as you watch him dance with that sexy costume.
Every time you reach out to touch him, you can feel your desire for him amplifies. He was pushing you up against the elevator wall. Without letting go of your hands, he yanks them above your head and pins you in place.
His head dips to the side of your neck; his breath feels hot on your skin, and his teeth graze softly, marking your beating pulse, “God, you taste so good,” He mumbles; lips waste no time meeting yours, kissing you long and deep.
You arch into it, into the kiss, into him as he transfers his grip on your wrists to leave one hand free as his fingers begin to trail along your shoulder, “And you feel even better,” He dips his mouth to yours and claims it again.
The elevator surges as you approach his floor, but neither of you seems to care, or you can barely hear it over your pulse-pounding, and the hot feeling of his mouth is burning and demanding that you can’t do anything but let him in. Impulsively, you stretch out your leg behind him, pressing the elevator stop button with the toe of your high heel, resulting in the elevator coming to a sudden halt and the emergency lights flicker on.
“God, I want you so bad,” Shawn mumbles as he removes his hand from your wrists while carefully steadying you against the cold metal wall.
“I want you too.”
You capture his lips with yours, meeting for a fierce kiss. You kiss down his jawline to his neck while intercepting gentle bites with sucks on the sensitive skin.
“Y/nn,” He groans as you reach for his waistband and pull his buttons free before snaking your hands to the bare skin of his abs. You move ever so slowly, stroking the hard lines of his muscles, memorizing how his breath hitches under your touch.
His reaction soon grows as you stroke deeper, longer over his stomach, chest, and back. You relish the feeling of delight as he was already at your mercy even when you haven’t touched him where he wanted you most.
You start to reach for his pants when suddenly, “Hello? We see your elevator has stopped. Is everything okay?”
You both snap out of your lust-fueled machinations, sharing a guilty look before Shawn moves to press the intercom button, “Everything is fine here. Sorry, we just accidentally hit the wrong button.”
And just like that, The operator presses the elevator button again, and it starts moving.
“Whoops,” You shrugged innocently, “My bad.”
“Y/n Y/l/n, you’re trouble.”
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"I-I've never done this before, so I'm afraid you'll have to guide me" with eddie plleeeeaaaaaassssseeeeeeee 🥵 I'm just so hot thinkin bout this thot
ohohohohohhohohohohhooooooooo
ok ok ok ok ok this could have gone many directions but I’m really enjoying where we ended up SO 👁🫦👁
🔥friday night fever!🔥
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Eddie is saying, shit-eating grin on his face. “I’m not gonna say anything if you want to stop.”
“No,” you say resolutely, adjusting yourself on the bleachers. The metal is cold and unforgiving beneath you, and Eddie is warm and you’re trying to get as close as possible, your eyes glued to his fingers. “I want to, Eddie, I mean it. And don’t give me any shit about peer pressure. I know what I’m asking for, and I wanna do it with you.”
His eyes flick up to you, flashing with something you don’t totally recognize, but it sends a zap through your stomach, a shock of warmth against the fall chill in the air. “Okay, okay, shit,” he laughs, refocusing on the rolling paper between his fingers. You’re honestly mesmerized at how easily he’s doing it, the obvious skill in his fingers that has your mouth dry as he rolls the joint. “Only if you’re sure.”
“I’m sure, Eddie,” you say, rolling your eyes. His mouth widens in a broader grin and he brings the paper up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick the edge and your throat is a sauna, everything in you clenching as he does it. “Just light the thing already.”
“Here,” he says, still chuckling, dropping the rolled joint into your lap. “Hold this.”
“I-I,” you stutter, staring down at the thing. “I-I’ve never done this before, Eddie, so I’m afraid you’ll have to guide me through it.”
“Not a problem, princess,” he replies, still grinning like the devil at you, producing a lighter from the pocket of his vest. “There’s something you gotta do, though.”
“Huh?”
He reaches into your lap for the joint, and your thighs go tight when his fingers brush against your jeans. “Gotta bless it first.”
Your eyes go wide. “Bless it?”
He’s holding it between his fingers it, and the tip of the joint is pressed against your bottom lip. “Open your mouth.” You do as he asks, something very primal in you succumbing to the sound of his voice. Honestly, you could listen to Eddie talk for hours. “Good girl, you catch on quick.”
Are you fucking joking me, Munson?
He pushes the joint between your lips, letting it rest against your tongue. Every muscle in your body is quaking, bottom lip quivering as his thumb brushes over it. “Okay, now close your mouth, like you’re sucking a lollipop.”
Again, you listen, closing your lips around the joint. It’s a weird taste, earthy and foreign, but not terrible. Eddie’s eyes are glued to your lips, his own gently parted and he widens his legs, flexing his hips before settling back down onto the bleacher. Slowly, he pulls the joint out of your mouth, and you let your tongue slide along it as he does.
It’s your turn to stare as he puts the joint between his teeth, lifting his hands to cup the flame as he flicks the lighter, the end flaring orange as he sucks it down. The smell changes in an instant, the skunky scent mixing with the fall air. It’s late in the day, the sun starting to set, and the whole football field smells like rain. Eddie pinches the joint between two fingers, inhaling deeply as the smoke clouds around his face.
It’s unfair, honestly, how pretty he is. Joint in his hand, eyes fluttering shut as he sucks back the smoke, letting out a little groan that goes straight to your crotch. It’s ridiculous, the mess of hair about his handsome face, haloed by the sinking sun behind you. He must feel you watching, because he cracks an eye open, peering at you, holding the joint in your direction. “You ready, princess?”
The hesitancy must be written on your face — not at the idea of smoking the joint, but just that you’re not totally sure what to do — as Eddie reaches for your hand, takes your fingers between his and rests the joint between your index and middle finger.
“Like this,” he says softly, and shuffles closer to you on the seat. “Just like I did, but don’t inhale too much, okay? Just a little bit.”
You nod, and do as he says. He lets go of your fingers, but his own rest around your wrist, guiding you slowly. The taste of the smoke is wildly different from the taste of the joint, and you sputter out a cough right as you inhale, your throat turning to literal flame. Eddie starts to laugh, taking it from you and taking another puff.
“Don’t laugh at me, Munson,” you chide, blinking hard as the heat of the feeling starts to rise behind your eyes, settling into your chest with a warmth that feels almost foreign. “It’s my first time.”
The grin on his face is less than innocent as he pulls the joint away from his lips, blowing the smoke away from you before leaning in close. “Munson,” he repeats, almost mockingly. “Am I in trouble, princess?”
Your breath stutters out as he knocks his free hand beneath your chin, one fingertip dragging along the bottom of your jaw. You lean into his touch, mouth desperate for his. The hand drops, diving straight for the crux of your thighs, fingers instantly digging into your denim. “You are trouble,” you reply, grabbing his wrist and keeping it in place. “Bad influence.”
“You asked for it,” he counters, taking another puff before returning to being an inch from your face, “and admit it, princess: you love it.”
You’re not totally sure if he kisses you or if you kiss him; all you know if you blink and you can feel the soft press of his mouth on yours. You can taste the smoke on his breath, coupled with that intoxicating taste you’ve come to know belongs to his lips. His hand moves further up your thigh, pressing into the seam of your jeans, and you are squirming. You reach forward, needing to grab onto something, and curl your fingers into the front of his vest, savouring his moan when you push your tongue between his teeth.
“Y’know,” he rumbles, tilting his head up as you move down to kiss his throat, sucking on the joint and flicking away the ash, “I’ve never hooked up with someone out here before.”
“On the bleachers?” you ask, mouth pressed to his skin. There’s a day-old hickey you left behind, and you suck at his, reinforcing the mark.
He shakes his head slowly, curling a hand beneath the metal to stub the joint out. “In public.”
Before you can say another word, he’s grabbing you, pulling you over and into his lap, your legs either side of him, hips slotting against his. “What do you say, princess?” he asks, hands gripping your waist as he leans up to kiss you again. “How about another first?”
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“Come, Mrs Bridgerton, I’ve a new seat for you to claim.”
Mollyyyy when I tell you I blushed at this!! An extra peek at that just screams spicy Sunday. Even though I realize it’s technically Friday please consider this an early submission!!
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Thank you for all you do for us !
Hmmm... Well maybe we should do Spicy Sunday early then
A continuation of this week's chapter
“Come, Mrs Bridgerton, I’ve a new seat for you to claim.”
Kate wasn't quite sure what Anthony had been doing at all as he'd pulled her up his body until he'd been grinning up at her dangerously from between her thighs. Though perhaps the problem was that he'd caught her complete off guard with wanting her this morning at all. Or perhaps she was confused by how concerned he seemed with her enjoying his affections at all.
She'd heard the married ladies in London talk, when she'd been there, and indeed even in there tiny social circle in Somerset where she was so much a spinster at six and twenty that everyone seemed to have forgotten that she was still an innocent to begin with. She'd heard them talk of their husbands, likely louder than they should, how they longed for children but couldn't bare to be visited by their husbands. They complained about their husbands who pushed open the door of their chambers, seperate chambers always, and their wives met them with dread as they spent several uncomfortable moments together before the deed was done and they left again immediately.
"Mostly I just lay back and think of my household expenses."
"Funny, really, that something meant to produce children which are the only joy we get in these awful society cages, is truly the most tedious thing."
"Honestly, most of the time Harold is so drunk he's wandered in by mistake instead of visiting his mistress, and I can usually get away with finishing him with my hand and he falls straight to sleep."
And even though Edwina had giggled as she'd teased her, as they'd lain in that bed in the horse and harrier her fingers had poked at Kate's ribs Truthfully, it's quite good fun, especially when there's affection already between you Kate hadn't thought it would be like this. Partially because no matter how handsome she had found Anthony she hadn't let herself imagine that he might come to care for her.
She had been sure he would be kind, it was just the sort of man he was. He would not be the sort of man who beat his wife into submission, but she hadn't imagined this.
She hadn't imagined his body rocking into hers would feel so nice. That his firm body would fit just right against her, and his scent would be so enticing and everything in her would ache to pull him closer. She'd never thought about what it would feel like to have his singleminded determination fixed on her, hadn't imagined anthony would want to run his fingers up her thigh and sink them between her legs, guiding her against him until she cried out with pleasure, sometimes thrice while his rough voice crooned in her ear That's it sweetheart, oh good girl, good girl, oh I know, i know, you can let go.
It was never about him, though he was bafflingly interested in her gasping and moaning against him, and he certainly seemed to enjoy their explorations if the hardness he rocked against her, and the wetness that appeared on his underwear as he shuddered against her was any indication. But he wasn't focused on himself. Not the way the other husbands she'd heard about seemed to be. She'd seen him this morning, looking handsome with his muscles flexing and the soft sleepy little frown on his face and she remembered the look on his face as he'd taken his pleasure that day in the stream and she'd wanted to be the cause of it. Just once to make it about him to watching him writhing around at her touch, his powerful body completely at her mercy.
She'd grown bolder, over the last weeks, comfortable in his affections, in the intimacy growing between them, so she'd asked him for what she wanted. and it had been every inch as powerful as she'd thought it would be, his skin soft yet firm beneath her tough, his entire body shaking as he's called her name and covered her hand in himself. She'd felt awfully smug as she'd stood from the bed, intending to send him off to work thinking of nothing but her. And somehow, here she was.
Here she was, sat straddling her husband's face, one of his arms was slung over her thighs holding her in place, the other hand burning into her hip, encouraging the stuttering movement of her hips that had started the moment his tongue had darted out.
Anthony!
His name fell from her lips like a gasped prayer into the morning as she gasped for breath. Her hands shot out to grip the headboard, the dark wood slightly rough under her fingers in sharp contrast to the soft warmth of Anthony's tongue that moved relentlessly against her.
"I'm- I'll hurt you." She managed to stutter out though she couldn't stop the motions of her hips already lost to the feel of him.
Anthony's eyes burned up at her, his words murmured against her skin in a gasp, "You're definitely not hurting me. I love seeing you like this, I've never tasted anything like you. Ride me, Sweetheart."
Her eyes fluttered closed at the endearment, a sharp moan rolling off her chest as he leaned up again, his tongue flicking gently over the part of herself that made her legs thighs start to shake.
There wasn't any air left in the room, there couldn't be, or maybe Kate had just lost the ability to draw breath. Her eyes were locked with his, her fingers tightening on the headboard as her hips circled above him, harder and harder while Anthony moaned against her. His movements were getting firmer and firmer as he held her in place, writhing against him, enjoying the feel of his rough hands on her skin, splayed against her thigh possessively as she looked down at him, trapped beneath him. Mine.
Her peak took her a little by surprise, building and building more and more quickly until she shuddered against him with a gasp of his name, her body collapsing backwards but Anthony didn't wait.
He laid her back quickly against the mattress, darting forward as he pried her legs apart again, settling her thighs over his shoulders with a noise almost like a growl.
I didn't say I was done with you, Sweetheart. Good Girl.
She was already so sensitive, gasping and writhing against him as his tongue darted out again her fingers tangled in his hair drawing him closer in spite of it all. He was relentless, his muscles flexing powerfully under her skin, something heady and overwhelming in his working away for her, as though he were desperate for her to enjoy his body, enjoy the intimacy between him and Kate had never felt anything like it. There was nothing like the satisfaction that settled in her knowing that the man all the ladies in the village sighed and stared after longingly only had eyes for her. Only wanted to please her when he could have had any one of them.
Please don't stop, please don't stop Anthony
His fingers were pressed tightly into the soft flesh of her thighs spreading them obscenely as his lips and tongue sucked and fucked into her, his body grinding against the mattress, muscles flexing, her own body coiling tighter and tighter until she was gripping him for dear life. Her fingernails cutting into his shoulders leaving the skin red and raw and-
Anthony!
She fell over the edge again with a sharp scream leaving her throat red as the entire world split apart around them. Anthony was still tonguing lazily at the inside of her thigh, meaningless shapes as she came back to herself, his hand working furiously over himself, as he stared at her hungrily until he cried out as well.
Fuck Kate! and warmth covered her thigh.
Anthony's hair was falling in his eyes as he let out a breathless chuckle, roughly claiming Kate's lips, the taste of herself heady on his tongue before he pulled back. "Sorry, I couldn't stop myself, you looked so beautiful."
He gently swiped at her leg with his shirt that lay abandoned beside them.
Kate shook her head, pushing his hair back from his forehead. "Can I ask you something?"
Anthony nodded, pulling her closer again, his nose nuzzling her neck, his accent slow and thick just as it always was when he relaxed like this. "Do you want to go again? I could manage it."
Surprised laughter burst from her as she stared at him, shaking her head. "You... seem to enjoy that."
"I do, but that wasn't a question."
Kate rolled her eyes, "Is this what... every man does with his wife? Only I was under the impression that men were not so... interested in women enjoying themselves."
Anthony scoffed, settling himself back against the pillows smugly. "I'm not sure I can speak to what every man does with his wife, but this is certainly how I intend to treat my wife. Unless you've any objection?"
"I don't think so, no."
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