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[hucklerabbot-and-rock]

[ang3lhqlo]

to date to date to date to date to date to date to date to date to date to date—

[ang3lhqlo]

I can't decide if I like spider-man will or mike so I like the idea of them both being spiderman, and then when one of them isn’t 'on duty' they're still thinking about if they were

(e.g. will has just left his uni campus after his class, lost in thought about how he'll have to go on patrol later in the night—and of course he doesn't look both ways when crossing the street—or some other cliche thing like that—his spider senses go off, but there's not enough time to move out of the way—

and that's when spider-mike comes in)

similar things happen to mike as well, with spider-will saving him

(e.g. mike has just come out of the local bakers—or some shop—after buying him and will some food, cuz he's such a good roommate. some villain jumps out of nowhere, and mike's spider senses go crazy.

but before he can do anything like jump behind a building to get his spider suit on—spider-will swings through before the villain can make contact with mike, ect)

there's a bunch of angst too—as both mike and will come home with slight injuries, and think the other is getting bullied at uni or smth; "why didn't you tell me? I thought we got past keeping secrets" AND THEY'RE BOTH SUCH HYPOCRITES!!

[lonelyfooryouonly]

make out sessions with bf!katsuki but every time things get bolder.

his hands will no longer stay on your hips. they move up slowly, sliding to your waist as he grips the hem of your blouse. there’s a brief pause — like he’s checking you, watching your reaction — before he starts pulling it up, careful not to rush anything.

and you don’t stop him. you encourage him.

your hands come over his, guiding his movements as he lifts the fabric higher and higher, over your stomach, inch by inch, until he finally reveals your breasts. your nipples harden instantly in the open air, and he bunches your blouse just above them, holding it there, leaving you exposed in front of him.

you moan softly into the kiss, your head tilting to the side, following his rhythm — or trying to— because it’s getting harder to keep up. wet, messy sounds fill his room along with your soft whimpers, the closeness between you two only growing more intense.

when his tongue pushes deeper into your mouth and his large hands finally cup your breasts, you shiver involuntarily, your body pressing forward into him, brushing against his crotch and pulling a low grunt from him in response.

his thumbs find your nipples, gently pressing into the sensitive buds, keeping his touch there just to stir you up. it works, of course. the sensation pulls more sounds from you —broken, breathy, honest — and something warm starts building deep in your stomach, unfamiliar but addicting.

your breath catches completely, fingers tangling in his already messy hair, tugging lightly at the strands as you keep kissing him, still grinding against his clothed dick without fully realizing it. he grunts into your mouth again, rougher this time, reacting to to you.

and you don’t even try to hide how long you make these moments last.

you drag them out on purpose.

you two would kiss for hours, just to see how long it takes before one of you finally gives in and pulls away first, trying to make the other give up.

and it the end? you would be breathless, turned on and wet, your underwear uncomfortable and his pants obviously straining him.

“do i give you a hard time?” you ask on a shaky voice, a smile creeping up your lips.

he just scoffs, forehead resting against yours, hands coming down your waist, gripping at your skin.

“hah, you wish,” he smirks, then his lips find you again, as if everything that happend is just the beginning.

you two really like torturing each other.

a/n: yeah… i need this. just hours of kissing and touching each other… *sigh*

[esilek]

FOREPLAY FOREPLAY FOREPLAY😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[tokkushin]

the day after your first time with katsuki... and he's smug asf at how nervous you are

you can barely look at him without being flooded with memories of last night and getting flustered so you silently distance yourself and offer to go buy something from the store.

asking him to pass you the car keys and all you can do is watch as he just shoves them in his own pocket. when you stare at him all confused he tells you to 'come get them yourself'…

and when you do, you can feel him watching your every move while you fumble with the keys through his jeans because the feeling of his eyes on you and the limited distance between you two has suddenly made your hands stop working.

and he does absolutely nothing to help cause he thinks it's cute

[motherofcatsandmess]

[tacobacoyeet]

oral fixation frank langdon sucking tits <3

SMUT 18+

the moment the bedroom door clicked shut, frank was on you, his body pinning yours against the hard wood of the door before you could even register the movement. his mouth was a desperate, hungry thing, claiming yours with a ferocity that spoke of sixteen hours of an overwhelmingly sterile emergency department and endless beeping monitors. it wasn't your lips he was after for long, though. with a decisive grunt, you were being tossed onto the bed; his blue eyes, wild and glinting in the dim light, fixated on the collar of your cotton t-shirt. he didn't even bother waiting for you to pull it all the way off. one of his large, calloused hands pushed the material up to your collarbone, the roughness of his palm grazing your already pebbling nipple before cupping one of your breasts.

he wasted no time. his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, his tongue swirling around the peak before flicking it a few times. finally, he sucked. the suction was immediate and overwhelming, a deep, pulling pressure that seemed to draw the very air from your lungs. he groaned, the noise muffled by your flesh, his eyes closing with the comfort of having his mouth occupied. his tongue was a firm, wet velvet against your sensitive flesh, swirling and flicking with an expertise that, if you were standing, would have made your knees buckle.

his other hand moved to your back, pressing you closer, focusing more of your breast into his greedy mouth. you could feel the slight brush of his evening stubble against your soft skin, a delicious friction that heightened every sensation. your fingers instinctively found their way into his thick, luscious, dark hair, your nails scraping against his scalp as you held him to you, tugging slightly. he moaned again, the sound a low, vibrating hum of pure satisfaction that shot straight to your core, making you grind your hips against nothing but air. he released your nipple with a wet pop, a breathy chuckle escaping him as he let the string of saliva that was connecting his mouth to your skin slacken and drip between you. you whined as he panted for a moment, catching his breath. the sound; the tone of his name passing through your lips; makes him smirk, his face nothing but pure want as he dove back down to fixate onto your other tit, giving it the same worshipful, demanding attention.

this was his obsession; his solace. the world outside this room, with its emergencies and its impossible demands, melted away until there was only this—the taste of your skin, the weight of your tit in his palm, the sound of your breathing going ragged. his mouth was relentless, alternating between soft, lapping kisses, and hard, sucking pulls that made your head fall back and your moans take the shape of his name. he would take as much of you as he could into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing with the effort, before pulling back to lavish attention on the peak with just the tip of his tongue. "that's it, baby," he'd murmur, his voice muffled against you. "so fucking perfect for me."

your hips began to rock of their own accord once again, seeking a friction you couldn't find—though finally, he seemed to understand. he shifted his position so his thigh was pressed firmly between your legs. the new pressure was a welcome relief, and you rode his leg as he continued his salivary worship, the tightening of your grip in his hair making him groan.

time seemed to stretch and warp, each minute an eternity of exquisite sensation. he was lost in it—in you. his eyes were shut as though he was meditating on the very taste of you. he lavished attention on the sensitive underside of your breasts, his tongue tracing the heavy curve before returning to your nipples, now swollen and dark from his attention. he nipped at them with his teeth—not so gently, either—sending sharp, electric jolts through you that made you cry out. "frank," you breathed, the name a prayer; a plea on your lips. he looked up at you then, his lips glistening, his eyes hazy with a lust so profound it could be mistaken for idealization. "my baby," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "so good for me, taste so good." he dove back in once more, his sucking becoming more urgent; more demanding, as if he were trying to draw out your very soul through your skin. you could feel the heat building low in your belly, a tightening coil of pleasure that wound tighter with every pull of his mouth; every grind of your hips against his leg; every whispered praise that fell from his lips. the world narrowed this single point of contact, to the wet heat of his mouth and the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that was frank.

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a/n at the bottom this time lol hello!!! surprise everyone i still remember how to write! i apologize for the insane amount of semicolons and run-on sentences, i am trying to reduce the amount of em-dashes i use because it seems as though They are going to get me. i missed you guys a lot!!!! but as fun as this was, this is not a permanent return to writing for me. i just recently got into the pitt and frank langdon is one of the many characters that has me #hornedup! with that being said my inbox is technically open and i'd love to yap it up whenever i'm free (though y'all know i'm busy as hell) because i miss you giys so so soso so much. okay this is getting long (i.e., the dick of jack abbot) so i'm going to close this by tagging a few moots that are fans of the pitt bc why not (and because i obviously don't have a taglist for the show because this is my first time writing for it)? okay byeeeeeeee love you all mwah mwah mwah <3333 ALSO HELLO SWEET JAKA THANK YOU FOR GOING OVER THIS FOR ME I LOVE YOU

random tags off the top of my head please don't be mad if i missed you: @cha11engers @voidsuites @roryheartz @pedaltothepetal @peachyparkerr @pittsick @dumbbandpoetic @musingsofheaven @scariffs

[bambiiette]

just the tip with dennis whitaker

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - penetration, dry humping? or at least grinding, needy dennis, sub!dennis (lowkey), kissing, fem!reader, established relationship, reader has a job

A/N: eeek love this guy. also feel free to send some requests, even for other characters from other fandoms!! just check my rules for ideas of fandoms i write for <3

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dennis comes home needy. like he usually does after a tough shift. you’ve honestly come to expect it now. and usually, you welcome it with open arms. you love how much your boyfriend needs you. but tonight…tonight you had just as bad of a day. your boss was riding your ass, you couldn’t do anything right and you were so tired.

you’re scrolling on your phone in bed, showered and fed when you hear dennis coming through the front door. he’s quick to come find you, leaning down to kiss you from where you were laying. he showers fast and gets himself into bed beside you, pulling you towards him. he presses one soft kiss to your lips and you think that’s going to be the end of it. it isn’t.

it starts off a little slow. dennis guides you into his lap, his hands on your hips, holding you in place and letting you feel the very obvious bulge in his pants.

“no baby, i’m tired.” you whine.

dennis doesn’t respond and instead pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss is messy in a lazy way, and the way his tongue is exploring your mouth has your stomach fluttering. on instinct you rock your hips, trying to get some much needed friction, and that makes dennis groan into your mouth.

he pulls away, muttering out a breathless. “fuck” as he pants, staring at you through glazed over eyes. “please baby.” he whimpers. and honestly, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on. but still, you were tired. so you came up with a solution.

“fine. but just the tip. i’m too tired,”

you see him go to protest so you put a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“it’s that or nothing, den.”

he nods slowly, before before bringing your head back closer to his to kiss you once again. you feel a hand of his dip between your legs, pressing against your pajama pants. a sweet moan slips past your lips at the sensation. you make quick work of getting out of your pants, and getting dennis’ cock out of his. he moves you guys so that you’re laying with your back on the sheets and he’s leaning over you.

he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. you jolt slightly at the first pass and he smiles. he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision.

you gasp, a soft sound that goes straight to his cock and that's when he lets the tip catch you. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the head of his cock breaches the tightness of your pussy, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.

"sorry," he breaths, pulling back slightly to maintain his innocence. "didn't mean to. you're just so warm, and wet."

you believe him, nodding. "it's okay, s’not like you meant it.”

but he keeps doing it. the same slow sliding motion, catching on you again with the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly is an accident. each time, you make a strangled whine that makes all the blood rush to his cock. he swears he’s getting harder with each rock. you close your eyes, getting lost in the feeling.

you let a tiny whimper out, when he rolls the head down again. but this time, when it catches, he lets his cock sink just a tiny deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly open and enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know. you want this just as bad as him. you clench down desperately on him, needing more stimulation. he lets his cock catch again and again. you quickly become a whiny mess just from his very shallow thrusts into your swollen folds, the precum leaking from his tip and the wetness dripping from your pussy coat your hole, making it even more slippery and lubricated.

“oh fuckkk,” you hear him groan, head rolling into your neck after a deeper thrust. “could cum like this babe.”

you whimper at his words, so close yourself. all it takes is a couple more shallow thrusts from dennis, with a mix of thrusts that swallow him in more than you initially intended, to make you cum. you lift your hips and rock into dennis as you come down from your high. the feeling of your warmth dripping on the head of his cock is all it takes for dennis to follow, cumming all over your folds.

he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing it up and down your wet pussy. it’s overwhelming pleasure and both of you are overstimulated. you gasp loudly when you feel dennis push inside you fully.

“gosh baby, couldn’t help it. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.”

[pristinecandy]

Hey so…

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

how dennis looks at trinity when they're watching a movie together and he's about to pause it to ask a stupid question that has not been answered in the movie yet

[minswriting]

frank langdon + eye contact during sex like it’s sooooo important to him that he holds your gaze like he’s holding your face to keep you looking at him

nsfw | mdni

yes!! any time you try to look away, simply closing your eyes in pleasure or turning your head because the eye contact is too much, frank will grab your neck and pound into you harder and go “eyes on me, baby.” and when you’re cumming, he needs you to keep your eyes open and claw at his back all while he’s just “fuck, sweetheart, yes, give it to me.”

[incorrect-the-pitt]

[diorchids]

now, apologize. | dennis whitaker x reader.

dennis whitaker who gets on his knees in front of you to apologize. eyes glossed over with tears threatening to spill, his hands clutching your thighs as he begs for you to look at him.

“just look at me…” he huffed, “m’sorry, i didn’t mean it,” he hadn’t done anything. in fact, you pretended he did just to get him all like this. all nervous and whiny for you. “i don’t think you’re sorry, dennis,” his name slides right off your tongue, right into his ears. blood rushes to his cock as it plays back again and again.

his name’s never sounded that good. that tempting.

his cock pushed up against his scrub pants, they’re tighter around it. “my god…” his head fell before you, it feels so good. you’re too good to him. he raises his head, really slowly. his big, bagged eyes pleaded with you. i’m so sorry. i need you, god, i’m sorry.

your hands trail up his neck, goosebumps raising in their wake as you maintain eye contact. if he’s really sorry, he won’t look away. he’ll let you know with his eyes, like he always does.

he rolls his neck as your hand runs over the nape, only to land at the back of his head, twisting the short hairs into your fist. “you sure you’re sorry?” you push his head toward toward you, just a bit. “more than sure,” these words come out with a groan, he can’t hold back.

“show me you’re sorry, dennis.”

he nods up at you before you lie back on your elbows, making sure you can still see him. he lifts the oversized sweater you have on, it just barely covered your sopping cunt. he hooked his finger around the lace underwear he bought you, the pair he felt so guilty for buying, and pulled it aside, revealing your sticky warmth. he whispers a short prayer before looking back up at you with those eyes.

“tastes so good, m’so sorry,” he moaned between sucks and licks. one hand of his dips into his pants, finding his cock and pressing his warm, soft palm against it, just barely moving. “don’t stop. you’re sorry, right? there we go,” you place your hand on his shoulder and squeeze.

he eats your pussy like a madman, he always talks snot how sweet it is. how its the one thing he can truly be addicted to. his other hand sits atop your thigh, holding it away from his face, making sure you don’t push it closed, he knows you. “i’m—almost there, den,” you drop the act and feel it, his hot tongue against you.

his face is all red, and his hums of arousal send chills up your spine. “mmm,” the tips of his fingers dig into your plush thighs. your legs give out, weakening by the feeling of him. your stomach gets all warm, holding an ungodly knot that you need undone. you grind your cunt against his face, whispering a “thank you,” his tongue dips into your hole, so relaxed now and waiting for him to come inside.

“i’ll be good. god, i’m so sorry.” he groans. his pants have a dark stain on them, his cock throbs against his the wet fabric. cum drips down his thighs and length, it’s filthy. he’s filthy. your pussy restricts around nothing, your juices spill and dennis laps them up perversely, like he hasn’t eaten.

“apologies accepted.” you say.

[kissophile]

warnings - nsfw. switchy!dennis. dom!dennis.

notes - self indulgent blurb <3

“just the tip, baby, please.” his face was burrowed in the crook of her neck. his plush lips kissed and sucked at the soft skin there. she hadn’t moved since he left her that morning, her body laid bare atop their blankets and ripe for the taking. so he pounced the second he walked through the door.

she groaned, “denny, no.” but he gently rolled his hips and his denim clad bulge grazed her bare clit. an aching pleasure trickled down her spine. a ragged gasp tore from her throat. she dug her nails into his shoulder blade, “just the tip,” she mumbled, nodding insistently.

he grinned against her neck. his warm breath fanned against the shell of her ear. “you’re not gonna fight? too needy for me?” a wiry hand slid between their bodies. the pad of his thumb found her clit. he traced tight, small circles against the sensitive little bundle of nerves. her back arched off the bed against his body. he kissed her neck, down to her chest, lips ghosting over her body until he reached the hilt of her sex. he removed his thumb and placed a gentle kiss against her pussy.

her hips jolted at the contact. he forcefully pushed them back into the bed. he hurriedly spread her legs further and haphazardly pulled down his jeans with his boxers. as the waistband slid down his thighs, his thick cock slapped his stomach.

dennis carefully lined up his leaky tip to her entrance. he shot her a quick look, “you’re so wet down here.” he began to drag his tip through her slick folds, watching her face closely, tugging his lower lip between his teeth. she moaned, wincing in that way that let him know she was desperate as he grazed her clit. “it hurts,” she whispered. “what’s wrong? need me to make you feel better?” she only hummed, mind fuzzy with lust.

“say it, baby.” he wrapped his hand around her jaw, making her focus on him. her face was pouty and flushed. “i need you to make me feel better,” she mumbled. he grinned, pressing himself against her entrance, “say please.” her eyes narrowed beneath her nodded brow, “don’t push it,” she warned.

he snapped his hips, hitting the back of her pelvis in one violent thrust, stuffing her full. she whimpered as her gummy walls molded around his thick cock. dennis stroked her hair, “i know it.” his hand trailed down her body, between her breasts and rested on her tummy, pressing down to feel the outline of his dick. “i know it,” he cooed, “it’s so big, isn’t it? doesn’t it feel so good though. all better now?”

she shook her head, hips jutting instinctively. he feigned concern, “no? what do you need, baby?” she huffed frustratedly, “y - you know what,” she groaned. dennis furrowed his brows, “what is it? c’mon use your words.” she only whined again, wiggling her hips. he groped at them, holding them in a vice grip that was sure to leave little bruises.

“fucking move,” she hissed. dennis’ face twisted into a scowl, “stop being so bossy.”

[cinna-creme]

a/n: thinking abt being super sleepy and kiss drunk with katsuki

“no more.” he mumbles against your lips.

“one more kats please?” you chase after his lips as he pulls back.

“you’re fallin asleep, princess.” he kisses you again and you whine.

“kats one more.” you blink your heavy lids up at him “kiss me til i fall asleep.” you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with you.

“suppose.” he sighs and presses his lips softly to yours.

he peppers kisses across your lips, smiling with each soft sound that comes from you. he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips, slowly pushing in as he cradles your face. he deepens the kiss, thumbs stroking across your cheeks trying to lull you to bed.

your arms unravel from his neck and he pulls back to pepper the softest kisses across your face. he pulls the covers up and places a kiss on each of your eyelids before leaning back and admiring you.

“love you.” one last kiss to your lips before he curls around you.

[spenceloria]

hi loria !!! well can i call you that? :D just read your last fic, of course another banger..... i think i will never get tired of sub spencer specially >yours

so i saw this video and can't stop thinking so gimme your thoughts! its important !!! imagine you are in the first months of your relationship with spencer and the furthest you've got was dry humping. and he really wants to go past this step but doesn't know how to ask :((( he's so nervous !! so when you let him give you head his brain almost stops working!!! he's so excited and so eager :((( all that's going through his head is how good he can be for you <3 he thought so much about this!!! he can't help rubbing himself against the mattress/floor/couch (wherever you are) :((

visual representation btw: https://x.com/tryyyyy7/status/1947534997973569669?t=E6ApWg1MswIfjqyJo6IBcQ&s=19

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hello teddy bear anon xppp!! also tysm:( im pretty sure this was after the perv spence fic?? fucking died writing that so im so glad everyone else loved it too:)) sorry this took like—months to answer. just know i love you. also YES U DEF CAN!!!!! i was thinking abt lori/loria would be the perf name for u guys to call me on here!!

i love how we as a community have just decided that spencer is the biggest munch on the planet… cuz like just yes! the amount of asks i have pending in my inbox is proof…i’ll get to them all i promise!

ok but eager spence is genuinely my raison d’être like URGH!!! those big shy puppy dog eyes when he looks away, all nervous, hips stuttering to a halt while you’re ontop of him:((( course you notice! grabbing his cheek and asking him what’s wrong all soft and endearingly—he may as well have finished in his slacks right there beneath you!

he bites his lip—looks away and then looks back, and shyly asks if he can taste you, you’ve been on his mind for weeks! the idea of him on his knees below you tattooed on his brain! you can’t say no, not that you’d ever dreamt of it—but especially not when he’s asking begging so fucking sweetly!! spence is a puppy boy BEGGAR!!! I STAND BY THIS FOR ETERNITY!!!

and oh my fucking god dr. spencer reid deserves the best head of the century award!! FOR FUCKING SURE!!! he eats you likes he’s starved, like he’s obsessed (he is), like every drop of your slick on his lips takes him to heaven!!! his eyes are rolling back, brain melting, hips rutting frantically into the edge of the mattress:((( hes completely infatuated, dazed even! does he know where he is? what time it is? what his name is? probably not. not when he’s high on the taste of you and literally on cloud nine!

he groans at every praise, every you’re so good f’me, right there!!, every good boy. he’s so entranced he doesn’t notice the fact that he can barely breath, that your thighs are stuttering and have him in a headlock, that your sweet words turned to whines of overstimulation.

you practically have to pry his lips from your core, and spencer only smiles up at you, cheeks and chin sopping wet and shiny, eyes half lidded and glazed over with content as you run your fingers through his sweat matted locks:((

he’s already begging you for just one more taste, ignoring or just plain oblivious to the obvious stain in his slacks. and who are you to deny him? he’s been such a good boy after all!

mmmm whoever came up w “a man who yearns is a man who earns” 110 fucking percent was thinking about spencer reid. LOOK AT THOSE EYES! PATHETIC! PATHETIC BEGGING MAN! THAT LOOK WILL WORK ON ME.