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i can take them both (not in a fight)
”Congrats! You did it! Hey, you did well.”
Love to hate You연애대전 (2023) // Episode 1
choi chiyeol trying (and failing) to avoid being in love with nam haengseon.
broski got me blushing and he ain't even real
jujutsu kaisen x the internet
i need the season 2 trailer to be as homoerotic as possible. overwhelming horniness in every frame. at least one shot of someone’s bare ass
Bullet train incorrect quotes:
[Y/N]: We need to get through this locked door. Tangerine, give me your credit card.
[Tangerine]: Here.
[Y/N], pocketing it: Thanks. Lemon kick down the door.
I'll never not be surprised that Stefan and Damon didn't know about werewolves being vampires for 160 years
ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS (2021) by Riot Games and Fortiche Production Happy 1-year anniversary!
this is too long for me to read rn so I'll come back to it tomorrow
Rooftop - Spider Man/ Peter Parker
Summary: Spider-Man finds you chilling on a rooftop on his way back home, after an unfortunate event he seems to find some comfort in you causing your little encounters to become more frequent until Spider-Man isn’t enough and you feel the need to know who’s behind the mask.
Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries. Mostly fluff :)
Word count: 17,115
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You were used to spend summers in California, the air was always hot, but it also smelled fresh, your house was near the ocean so it was lovely to hear the waves crashing whenever you and your friends had reunions on your rooftop, playing UNO or just chatting about boys, girls and the future.
And the future came. It will always reach you, until it became a present. So there you were now on a rooftop somewhere in New York City. Manhattan was fucking insane, you now understood the ‘concrete jungle’ saying. It definitely was, buildings rising up above from everything you’ve seen and hey Los Angeles had a few of those but here it was another level. The Empire State for starters, was majestic to watch, but it was even more impressive to see Stark Tower standing tall a couple of blocks down.
You’ve only been in New York for three weeks and it was just too much to take in. California was busy, yet it had a chill vibe to it, rush hour always a terror but New York was a constant nightmare when it came to commuting.
The subway was okay though, it was fun and different, always an adventure. The bus was good too, but it always took too much time to get you places. So you mostly walked. You heard that the city was also dangerous for a girl to be walking at night and alone but you had never felt unsafe, well maybe it was because you had only been there three weeks anyways, not much to compare it to.
Sneaking into places was way easier in New York city, that was a must. Not because you liked to steal nor do crazy stuff like that, but you had a thing for rooftops, terraces or whatever you wanted to call them. Every single one of them had a different vibe and the view never the same.
In California though, it was hard, people had cameras and alarm systems always on, ready to deafen you if you ever got too close. Which you did, and even then you had only been caught once; it was an empty home, they were selling it, so you thought ‘fuck it, no one will know’ but oh they did.
Weirdly enough the police came fast and you barely had time to hide but the cameras caught you and your mom had to pick you up at the police department. Was it a crime to trespass? Of course. Did you care? Absolutely no. Still, since that incident, you developed skills to do what you needed to fill your desires.
Fortunately enough the concrete jungle population cared less about rooftops, so the fire escape stairs were usually open in case of any emergency, of course. Leaving free space for crazy girls with a weird fixation with watching the sunrise and sunset, the stars and the city skyline from cute or either horrible rooftops.
What’s that thing they say about “third time’s a charm?”
Well, you confirmed it that night, the night you turned exactly three weeks living in New York. Sultry air, you felt like asphyxiating once you climbed the fire escape to one of the loveliest rooftops your eyes had seen. You could tell the people that lived there were plant lovers, and used the space thoughtfully, with a variety of veggie based plants to a few pots with roses and peonies growing in different shades. The sudden swirls of wind only made it dreamier with the smell of sweetness from such flowers.
Sighing deeply your butt landed on an old cushion you found. There was no point in worrying about who had sat there before or if it had been under acid rain or rays of outer space guns, it was better than nothing. Your backpack had a full buffet ready to be eaten. A container full of fresh lemonade, a tupperware with sliced strawberries, a few choco-chip cookies your new roommate bought that morning and a bag of Doritos were looking at you expectantly.
The skin of your bare arms and your forehead was shining slightly with pearls of sweat. You had walked for about fifteen minutes until randomly choosing the building you wanted to explore. The wind wasn’t very frequent but it was nice when it brushed against you.
You munched the strawberries, the music of your phone making you company. You had a special playlist full of songs that were worth listening to while the city was only illuminated by artificial lights and colors washed over the streets from blue lava lamps, Time Square or some weird neon light signs offering tattoos at half the price.
Radiohead was soundtracking your night, drinking lemonade while admiring the sky, no stars could be seen, of course you didn’t expect any less from such place. As well as you were not expecting to see a figure crashing a couple of steps from you.
You snorted, the lemonade came out from your mouth and your nose, making you cough and sneeze a couple of times before you heard the dude in red and blue groan. His hand went to his stomach while the other held him half up on his elbow.
“Karen, how bad is the damage?” you froze in your spot wiping the traces of liquid over your chin and neck.
“You have a broken nose as well as splintered ribs. Should I call Mr. Stark for you?” A voice sounded so clear you only watched the scene develop in front of you in awe, Thom Yorke was suddenly very quiet too.
“No! no, it’s fine, I’m fine, I’ll just rest for a second.”
“Your left web shooter is malfunctioning as well Peter, you still have a twenty minute swing to your place.”
“I know, I know, just… sshh…” the dude was now fully lying on the floor. He didn’t even acknowledge your presence.
“Peter, I should call Mr. Stark your oxygen levels are low.”
“Karen please-“
“WHAT THE FUCK!” your squeal made Spider-Man do a flip but he wobbled down to one side.
“Shit, you scared me, how long have you been there?” his voice sounded so high pitched. Even under his mask. “Fuck, oh god. Miss I’m sorry, you- if you heard any of that, I beg you to not say a word about it.” he grunted again on his knees.
“Oh, oh you are Spider-Man, like the real one, the one on the T.V. Fuck this is so crazy, oh my god.”
Under the hero’s current spot a dark puddle was starting to form. Instinctively you got closer to him. He stepped back faster than you thought possible.
“Sorry, err, you are hurt. Do you need help?” you offered.
“No, it’s fine. It’ll heal… eventually. I hope.”
You could only imagine how bad his injury was if he was bleeding that much.
“Karen, do a scan again, where the blood’s coming from?”
“I’m not Karen..” you replied, using this as a distraction to kneel down closer to his body.
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guess who disappointed their mom again!! that's right!! me!!
so um i just watched terrifier 1 and i have a million questions. also, it was so giving low budget youtube movie, so many mistakes, stuff that didn't even make sense how it happened and yk a bunch other things. but overall i loved the clown and mike (his name was mike right?(the bald guy))
The literal definition of INCEL right here
bro is gorgeous
Lee Pace as Thranduil The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (2013)
“Send us.” I admire how Jace and Luke are very much like Harwin and Rhaenyra ready to go fight and get allies for what’s right and true. But knowing what happens to Luke.. 💔
@ CRISPIN COLE
It's Not the Weed | Jesse Pinkman x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: Sure okay
Can I request a friends to lovers type of thing for Jesse Pinkman x gn!reader? They’re both idiots in love with each other and maybe out on a night drive idk and one thing leads to another etc.
summary: you and Jesse have had crushes on each other since your years back in secondary school, but in a parked car smoking joints, it seems like the perfect time to confess.
tws: drug use, smoking, swearing
The love of your life was sat beside you in the car, music making everything around you shake and thud as you kicked your feet up onto the dashboard and leaned back, closing your eyes as you did your best not to look at him; Jesse was rolling the next joint already, hardly able to keep his eyes off of you. The music and the weed couldn't keep his attention away from you, the starry night outside couldn't either; a rural spot in the middle of nowhere, a long drive out of the suburbs where he lived, nothing but the desert to gaze out at. It was beautiful, really. Still couldn't stop him from looking at you, though.
Tilting his head to the side, Jesse handed you the joint and watched as you lit it up, the orange flame illuminating your features so well that for a second he knew that you looked absolutely divine, holy; it made him rub his eyes as he wondered whether or not he was dreaming. Such sweet and holy dreams weren't yet to come, though, but he hoped that they would. Jesse really hoped that they would. He had had his eye on you for a while, ever since you were in secondary school together; ever since you decided to sit next to him in Mister White's class, sat at the back together doodling and listening to music with earphones that didn't quite work right. He thought you were cool, but he didn't dare to approach you when you were eating lunch with your friends.
You ran with a crowd different to him back then, yet every day after school, you always went over his house; you helped him with homework, you sat around and played video games and watched shitty horror films about masked serial killers that were more silly than a group of clowns. Even on weekends, you would go out together and sit on a damp fields and smoke weed and drink beer, hidden away from everybody else; your head would end up on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around one of his, his baggy and oversized hoodie draped over you like a blanket.
Pulled from his thoughts, Jesse dared to look at you again; his gaze softening as be swallowed thickly, tilting his head to the side and trying not to giggle when your fingers graced his as you passed him the joint. You grabbed the bottle of Lucozade from between your ankles, cracking it open and taking a long swig as you hummed softly and relaxed a little more.
"Y'know," you mused softly. "I always did think you were kinda hot."
It felt like the sky had come crashing down, shakily reaching for the Lucozade bottle so that he could take a swig but immediately choking on it as his eyes welled up with tears; it didn't feel real. Jesse was sure that he misheard you, but when you tapped him on the shoulder, he swallowed thickly.
"Did you hear what I said?" You spoke so slowly, like every word had a golden meaning. "Jess?"
"Uh, no," he breathed out, shaking his head and shivering a little. He turned on the car's heaters.
"I said, I always thought you were kinda hot," you fucking grinned as the words left your mouth, and suddenly the weed didn't matter and the fact that it was only you and him meant everthing in the world.
Jesse took another few drags, then handed the joint back to you. His mouth felt dry and his heart was pounding. He thought his hands were shaking but that could have just been the weed, a fuzzy feeling surrounding him as he grinned and shook his head. "Nah, that's just the weed talking, yo."
"It's really not," you scoffed, shaking your head and licking your lips. Your mouth was starting to feel dry, and your stomach was starting to feel empty as a giggle left you; one that forced you to close your eyes as the giddiness ripped through you for a moment.
It really wasn't. The weed had nothing to do with it, in truth; you always thought he was kind of hot. Ever since you sat down with him in Mister White's class all those years ago; how he smiled always made you feel like you couldn't breathe for a second, how he laughed always made you feel sort of giddy and made your face feel hot to the touch. You missed the times when you would play video games together and fight dirty, pushing and shoving one another until you were sitting on his lap and trying to block the screen just so you could win. You missed the nights when you would smoke together on the fields, and when he would freak out when you took him to supposedly haunted places, promising to protect him. As you grew together, your attraction to him only grew, and as you looked at him now, you knew it wasn't just the weed. Maybe the weed made you a little braver, maybe it made you a little more confident, but it didn't change how you felt.
The joint was finished, smoked down to the roach and thrown out of the window when Jesse moved his seat back, the metal nearly grinding as he swallowed thickly and ran his tongue along the roof of his mouth, frowning at how fucking dry it felt. "It's just the weed."
"It's not," you insisted, daring to awkwardly climb over so that you could straddle his waist, hoping that the gear stick wouldn't dig into your knee as you put your hands on the seat either side of his head, glaring down at him. "Jesse Bruce Pinkman... this isn't just the fucking weed speaking."
'Sex is Muss' by Feuerschwanz was playing and you couldn't help but to wriggle around a little, almost trying to dance to it as you grinned and bit at the inside of your lip; but Jesse was too stunned to speak, those bright blue eyes focused entirely on you as he reached out and put his hands on your thighs, swallowing thickly as he didn't dare to take his eyes from you. Not this time. He did his best to focus on the lyrics, focus on the song as best as he could, but it wasn't exactly helping as it made the entire car vibrate.
Das ist kein normales Liebeslied, (denn Sex is Muss!) sondern ein Triebeslied, (denn Sex is Muss!) ein ganz besonders liebes Lied, (denn Sex is Muss!) eine Ode an den Liebestrieb, die Katz und der Kater, die Kuh und der Stier. Ente und Erpel, welch lüstern Getier. Maja und Willi, Struppi und Tim, Heidi und Peter, ergibt doch voll Sinn? Der Topf und der Deckel, der Arsch und der Eimer, die Faust und das Auge, alleine bleibt keiner. Alle Welt tut es, so war's immer schon. Selbst Vögel vögeln, frag mich nicht warum.
"I wanna kiss you."
"Then do it," you nodded, and when he leaned up a little, capturing your lips with the most soft and quick of kisses, you couldn't help but to laugh. "Is that all you got?"
"I wanna take things slow," he told you. "If... if this isn't just the weed talking, I wanna... y'know, do things right."
"I can do that," you licked your lips, your gaze going down to his lips for a moment. "Do you, uh, do you remember when you caught me snogging Nia at Theo's house party?"
Jesse nodded. "Yeah."
"Would it be too forward to say I wanna do that with you now?" You asked, and when Jesse agreed, you leaned down, capturing his lips so gently.
One hand went to his jaw, as you tried not to laugh when he put one hand at the back of your neck, the other gripping your shirt so tightly that his knuckles went pale as he kept you so close; the feeling of your lips on his made him more dizzy than any drug could, and when you slipped your tongue into his mouth, his breath felt like it had been drawn from him and given to you. He thought he had been blessed more than he could say, more than he wanted to admit, and when you pulled away, all that left him was a soft whimper.
"Was that okay?"
"Yeah," Jesse nodded again, licking his lips and savouring the way yours tasted. The mix of weed and Lucozade. But then you made a move to get off of his lap, and Jesse gently tugged at your shirt. "Can you stay like this?"
You grinned. "Sure - if you give me a cigarette."
He fumbled around until he found the packet, and pressed it into your hands. "You're somethin' else, (y/n)."
But the smile on his face, the giddiness in those eyes that wasn't just from how high he was, it was all too much to ignore, and you dared to laugh softly as you lit up two cigarettes and gave him one. It really wasn't just the weed.
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Jesse Pinkman’s Love Languages
The time has come for me to once again ignore all my WIP’s because I got me a new white boy of the week !! Yeah, writing! Yeah, science!
The NSFW stuff I decided to make a separate post, coming shortly :)
~900 words, nsfw mention/themes, canon-typical drug use and violence. Gender neutral pronoun reader
Jesse Pinkman might not be traditionally booksmart, but he’s kind and he’s loyal, which makes him a spectacular boyfriend. From around the end of season 2 where I’m at, I think Jesse’s love languages are words of affirmation and giving gifts.
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Rip to Ser Criston Cole but if a hot blonde bisexual princess with a dragon asked me to be her whore I would say yes without question
i loved this so freaking much
Into You~ Dacre Montgomery
quinnswife86 asked:
I've been trying to get someone to do some dacre smut/fluff for awhile now
Author's Note : I need a time out
Smut Ahead
Minors don't interact
You saw him as soon as you walked in. From his the way his hair was combed to the way his eyes shined as he laughed along with what someone had said. The crinkles near his eyes making his eyes stand out. To his smile that caused your feet to stop making your way through the crowd. To the white open shirt he wore. You can see some chest chair popping out along with a gold necklace hanging at open shirt.
It was like he knew you were looking at him as he locked eyes with you. He rose his cup towards you as a way of greet smiling wide, his perky white teeth flashing.
You nod at as you make your way through the crowd hoping you'd bump into the handsome stranger.
" You made it Y/N!" Sammy, one of your friends greeted you as she wrapped her arms around you pulling you into a hug. " It was either this or work a covering shift for Daniel at the store"
" Daniel is very fond you" she says. You scrunched up your nose in disgust. " Daniel is younger than I am and his dick is the size of a peanut, so no thank you"
" How do you know?" She asked, her eyes wide but leans closer to get some gossip from you. " Pepper told me, she fucked him in the back room on her break" Sammy chuckled as she offers you a cup of drink. You raise it to your nose, sniffing it.
"What's this?"
" Liquid courage" she answers downing her cup and sets it down the counter. You eye her in suspicion watching as she downs a shot wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
" What?" she feels you watching her as she takes another shot in her hand. " You good?" you asked her noticing her going hard.
" Yeah, just long day"
" Sammy!" someone calls to her, she looks around spotting someone and her face beams with happiness throwing her hands up in the air and running to them leaving you behind with the liquid courage.
You set the supposedly liquid courage down and look around spotting the drink you wanted to make for yourself. Your favorite. The door to the back opened and there was that stranger. The light radiant off his face and your mouth dropped seeing the color of his eyes. They were the bluest of the blue and you spotted some freckles dancing on his nose and cheeks making him look even more gorgeous than you thought he looked.
The stranger smirked at you feeling your eyes on him as he walks past but not before you felt him brush against you just a tad bit. Your nose picks up a scent, it's woody and sweet.
You watch him walk past you and glance down. He had such a nice ass. It looked really good in the black pants he was wearing. You rose the cup to your lips to take sip of your drink when the stranger turned to look at you over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip watching you close your eyes for a moment and tilting your head up. He watched the way your hair cascaded down your back, the way your hand gripped the cup and then he sent you a smile as soon as you felt him watching you.
After a few hours of dancing and drinking a little more, Sammy had asked you to get more cups in her pantry which you knew where it was since you been over her house many times. Your hand opens the door with the door creaking from the noise. But no one can hear it but you, you close the door not noticing someone was in there with you.
You flickered on the light seeing it was the dark but the light wasn't as bright as it seemed. It was mellow making you frown as you look up at it in annoyance.
" I don't like the light either" an australian accent makes you jump as you bump into one of the shelves containing some sort of equipment. You wince as you bump the back of your head, the stranger laughs as he watches you.
" Clumsy" he mutters. You rub the back of your head to release the pain looking down to watch where you stepped and look around for the cups when your eyes land on the stranger that you have been gawking at most of the night. His blue iris stared at you with an eyebrow raised.
There goes the woody and sweet smell surrounding the room. It's him.
" You smell good" you tell him, he closes his eyes as his shoulder shaking, laughing. " Thank you" he says. But what was he doing here?
" Don't mind me asking but what are you doing in Sammy's pantry?" He rubs the back of his head, a bit of red paints his cheeks as he motions to the door. " My friends pushed me in here as a joke and it's locked from the inside" he says. Your lips turn into a deep frown as your hand reaches out taking the handle and twist it. Nothing. You tried to pull it. Nothing. You put your foot on the door and pull it. Nothing.
"You in a rush?" he asks crossing his arms across his chest watching you attempting to open the door.
" For all I know you can be some murderer or something" you turn around with your back against the door. He uncross his arms as he makes his way towards you. He puts one hand in between your head while the other is by his side.
He's very close, the sweet and woody smell coming from him makes your head spin as you gaze up at him. His blue iris are looking down at you like you were his prey for the night.
" Dear stranger, what's got you looking at me like that for?" you questioned him brushing one piece of hair behind your ear as you continue to gaze shyly at him. " What's on your mind? Care to share?"
Your voice was smooth, and he wanted to answer you. The thought of taking you right in the very pantry wondered his mind. Yet, you were a stranger to him as much as he was to you.
He inhaled deeply feeling your soft touch brush the skin on his open shirt chest.
" You're so pretty," He speaks as soft as a whisper, gazing at your lips. " So, so pretty."
" You're pretty, too"
His knuckles come up to brush against your cheek as his eyes lock with yours. They are full of lust and want.
Your cheeks painted the color red, focusing on the way his knuckles brush against your cheek. He was touching.
" You've been watching me" he mutters with a slight smirk.
" You've been watching me, too"
" What can we do about it" his knuckles are no longer touching you but his index fingers trace your jaw line from one side to the other, brushing your hair away exposing your neck to him. Your breath hitches at his touch as his fingers brush over your neckline.
" Teasing isn't nice" you muttered, breathe hitching as he stops and steps back sliding on the wall as he sits on the ground. You frowned your eyebrows at his actions but slide down next to him.
" I didn't say to stop" he is looking away from you to the other side of the wall while you wait for his response that never comes. " hey" you place a hand on his thigh.
His body stiff as he looks down at your hand watching it slide down his knee and back to his thigh while his head is spinning. He is having a hard time focusing on you, when your leaning closer to him. The way you were touching him drove him crazy. He gasp when you squeeze his thigh.
" It's okay, I like a little teasing" you tell him, with a little giggle, " You've been eye fucking me all night, and now want to stop?"
A part of him, though, wanted to rip your clothes off and fuck you against the door. He wasn't sure if you liked it rough, he didn't know you, he didn't want to over step.
He wants to be gentle with you, but his instincts want to act otherwise.
" hey, stranger," you call him, hooking your legs around his waist and getting onto his lap. He is taken back when you straddle him, moving his hands to hold you by your waist. You grabbed onto the white nice dress shirt and pull him towards you, breath fanning against his eat as you whisper, " I know all that eye fucking and smiling at me is all for nothing, right?"
" Man, you are something else. Aren't you?" He growled grabbing the back of your neck and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a whimper at the bruising kiss, kissing him back and pul him closer by his shirt. His tongue slides past your lips, making the kiss deepen. He pulls way a little, brushing his lips against yours.
" Was I too much?"
You shook your head, shivering in delight as his hot breath fans your face and his eyes meet yours.
" No, not at all"
He grabs a hold of your hips, rocking his hips against yours. You move to match him, whining each time as you roll your hips feeling the growing bulge in his pants. He taps your legs, " stand up." You obey his request and stand up as he tugs down your pants tossing them to the side as his hands come up to your hips bringing you back down onto his lap.
His lips meet yours, tongues going into battle as his fingers dig into your hips. He lifts you up and puts you down on the floor as he hovers above you.
You squirm underneath him as the tip of his fingers brush over your panties. He slightly smirks, watching as he does it again getting the same reaction from you. Two fingers brush against your covered panties lips and he has you whining for him.
" More," you gasped out. He chuckles as he halts his hands just having them above your panties having you plead for him.
" Please.." you beg him, grabbing a hold of his wrist.
" Oh? You like my fingers, do you?" he asks, smirking down at you. You nod bringing his fingers against your lips as you kiss his finger tips before taking the tip of his thumb and circling your tongue on it. His mouth opens in an o shape as he slides his thumb into your mouth watching as you suck on it. The ring on his thumb brushes against your lips.
It leaves him gawking at you with his blue eyes no longer blue, they are darker with lust. You pull him down to your lips as your tongue slides into his mouth chasing every corner and battling his own tongue.
He pulls away from you, staring down at you. His mind is clouded in bliss. He wants you and he has you. You stare up at him with swollen lips and panting as you wait to see what he does next.
" You look like a girl that likes it rough. How about the wall?"
" What?"
While your head was in a daze and eyes staring up at him wide, he picks you up holding you by your thighs as your legs wrap around him. His white dress shirt is opened and hanging on his shoulders. You weren't surprised by his strength as he holds you up. Your arms wrap around his neck placing kisses from his jaw to his neck.
His body was pressed flushed against yours as he closed his eyes, moaning feeling your lips on him.
His shirt joined your pants in the corner, as did his pants, as did your shirt, as did your bra and panties along with his boxers.
He watches you as you gasp as his thumb plays with your nipples looking how beautiful you looked at this moment.
" You're really pretty" he tells you, leaning down pressing a soft kiss on your chin.
His kisses go down to your neck, pressing open hot kisses until he reaches your collarbone. He grazes his teeth again your collarbones, sucking on the spot there leaving a mark on you. His mark.
" What if someone comes in?" you ask.
" So what?" he shrugs, smirking against your shoulder.
He chuckled darkly figuring you don't like it if someone came in on you two going on in the pantry. He goes back to your collarbone and sucks on it, traveling his lips to your neck, biting and leaving his marks there.
" Do you want my cock, pretty?" he asks all of sudden. He pecks your lips, " do you want my cock to bury deeply inside your pretty cunt?"
You whimper at his words, turning him on even more. He cock was throbbing. Moaning at his touch and closes your eyes.
" Yes please," you gasp out gripping his shoulders. " I want it"
" Look at me pretty girl and tell me"
He watches as you open your eyes and looked at him, meeting his eyes. He continues to roll his hips against yours waiting for your words, teasing your entrance with his cock.
“ Can you eat me out first?"
He moved fast, placing hot open kisses down your body, biting just above your nipples, kissing your stomach, biting your hips, and placing kisses on your inner thighs. Every whimper escapes your mouth makes his cock twitch and encourages him to continue.
His palms reached for your ass, spreading the cheeks before smacking one. He kisses the spot right above your cunt, flashing you a smirk as he places another one, enjoying the whimpers escaping your mouth.
" Do you just want my tongue or fingers too?" He asks, spreading your legs. You looked down at him surprised that he asked so nicely.
" Please and thank you," you tell him.
He takes one long lick against your lips and he groans, doing it again. Your hips thrust a little and squirm under his tongue, but he holds onto your hips with both his hands pushing them down. His tongue flickers over your clit, blowing there for a moment. He goes back to give it one more kiss.
You whine for him to give you more.
He grabs a hold of your leg and puts it on his shoulder hearing your gasp. He doesn't hesitate to devour you like a meal as he licks and sucks on your cunt, flicking his tongue against your clit.
His tongue felt so good, and he watches as you tilted your head back in pleasure. He continues to suck on your clit, showing it attention until he hears you cry for him. His cock is hard and aching, he pulls his mouth away from your cunt wanting to see how his fingers would do on you.
He uses his index finger rubbing circles on your clit and you moan out to him as he continues to play. A groan escapes from him and his mouth waters at the sight of your whimpering and squirming.
" s-stranger...I'm almost-t t-there"
" No worries, pretty. Just cum for me" He says licking at your cunt again, but sliding a finger inside you as you cum. Your juice drips down his chin as he continues to lick at your clit.
" You did so well for me, pretty" He moans, " such a good girl."
You whimper at his praise, cupping his chin with your hand making him look at you watching his face glister with your juice. " I need you to fuck me, pretty boy."
He smiles wide standing up before grabbing a hold of your face and bringing his lips to yours in a dance. You kiss him back, tasting yourself on his lips as your arms wrap around his neck. He picks you up by your thighs and pushes you against the wall.
" I'm on the pill" you tell him. He groans against your lips. He presses a small kiss to your lips as he slides in. You gasp at his size, not really looking before how big he was as he was thrusting deep inside of you.
He let out a gasp against your lips feeling how your cunt sucked him in and the way you felt around him. He groans against your lips as he slides out and the slides back in, taking your cries and whimpers against his lips.
The way you felt around him made him desperate for more, he wanted you again and again and again.
" Take what I give you, pretty. You can take it"
He started to move inside of you a bit faster hearing you moan for him. He takes your hands off from his shoulder and takes your hand in his, kissing your fingertips. His eyes meet yours as he watches your gaze fill with lust for him. Your chest is against his, squishing. He continues to pound into you, enjoying the sight of you hearing the whimpers. He slowed down his pace watching you beg for him to go faster. He does.
His eyes gaze down where his cock is buried deep inside of you, this makes him slow his pace.
" Don't slow-w d-down. F-faster. P-please" you begged him, putting his forehead against yours.
" You just want me to fuck you silly, is that right?" He asked, " want me to fuck you that you won't walk out of here."
" Yes, god.. yes"
He groaned sped up his thrusts, his hips slamming hard as he moans. He watches your face as you scrunch it up letting him know you were close, he was close too.
He bites down on your shoulder as he cums, first. He spilled his seed inside of you and continue to thrust as you still needed to cum. He lets out a whimper as he continues to fuck you harder, wanting you to cum for him.
You cry out throwing your head back as you come on his cock. He smirks watching you as you do knowing he did fuck you silly, but he brings your face to his as he places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
" You okay?" he asks, breathless still inside you and holding you up.
" Perfect" you answer him. You let out a whimper as he pulls out of you, his cum and your cum drip out of your cunt and drip down your legs. He looks around for something to wipe you off and finds a towel reaching to wipe your sensitive cunt.
" I'm sorry" he says hearing you hiss.
" It's okay, it was worth it" he chuckles throwing it aside as he helps you get dressed seeing your legs wobbly. He smirks a little at it but helps you sit on the floor.
You watch as he gets dressed too, sitting besides you and looks over to you.
" The names is Dacre Montgomery" he leans over placing a kiss on your cheek.
" Y/N L/N, nice to meet you handsome stranger" he laughs as nods.
" You too, pretty girl"
I can't decide which character's personality to steal
steve thought that it's was fuck eddie munson club not "fuck eddie munson" club
#Steve just wanted to join a club 😔
li te ra lly
For me, the hottest scenes in Do Revenge were the most fucked up ones. Like when Drea tells Eleanor to fuck off while glancing at her lips. When Erica gently holds Drea’s face and whispers that she wishes the worst for her. When Eleanor cups Drea’s face in the hospital after hitting her with her car. That’s my sexuality.
alright, time to sleep