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You hadn’t expected your shift to finish with Dennis Whitaker on your arm, let alone him coming home with you and laying nude and vulnerable on your bed.
warinings: -anal- -sex toys- -minor ass slapping- -for continuity issues, imagine dennis has already prepped cause hes always ready to get fucked senseless-
this whole scene was foreplay for them, i just KNOW they fucked long and hard afterwards
Stonathan car sex
It wasn't hard keeping their relationship secret, Steve was a flirt by nature, and Jonathan's good at whispering promises that nobody but Steve can hear.
warnings : -perhaps other characters involuntarily being involved in foreplay- -fellatio- -steve receives a blowjob whilst driving- -giver jonathan byers- -reciever steve harrington-
Look on one hand I understand people who are saying "they're leaving out Gabrielle's gender nonconformity because it would be harmful in today's political environment", but also why do we get to explore the boundaries of morality for gay and non-white characters but gender is suddenly off the table? It has never been a "good" time politically to explore any of this stuff, especially when Anne was writing the books, but she did it anyway and that is part of what makes the books and the show so appealing to queer people, these characters don't exist to be "good representation" in a way that some people mean it to be "sanitized enough to not alienate a cishet audience". I didn't even need Gabrielle to be explicitly transmasc, she could've just been someone who tried to escape the extreme limitations of her role as a woman through Lestat, but all of the promotions have led me to believe that she is no less feminine in the modern day than in the flashbacks. I've loved many of the changes and adaptational choices the writers have made thus far, but I can't help but see this as a complete flattening of Gabrielle's character, into some sort of weirdly seductive, "cunty", incest boymom. I don't mean to come across as doomposting before the show comes out, and I'll happily be proved wrong if this is not the case in the actual show, but every single piece of promotion regarding Gabrielle that I've seen has just made me scratch my head. Also the wig, lest we forget the wig.
watch them fuck up one of the most complex characters from the vampire chronicles 💔
im holding out hope cause amc's iwtv is one of my fav adaptations oat, but things arent looking good for gabrielle
louis de pointe du lac x lestat de lioncourt meeting in a pub (no vamp au)
louis sat alone in a booth in the far back corner of a grungy, unkept pub. he could see half of the makeshift stage, where three men stood, playing their respective instruments in all the wrong ways. he held himself back from sticking his fingers in his ears to block out the incessant sound.
“that is disgraceful.” louis looks up to see a sharp man with shoulder length blonde hair. the man is draped over the leather chair facing louis, he wears a sly smirk and eyes that look ready to wink.
“truely” louis nods shifting his focus from the supposed ‘band’ to the handsome man talking to him.
the man looks louis up and down before turning his head to the stage, cupping his mouth, and yelling over the unharmonised chorus, “get off the stage if you know what’s good for you!!”
louis let’s out a bark of laughter before shushing the blonde man, “don’t get us in trouble.”
the man turns back around and gives louis a charming grin, “i would never.” he reaches out his right hand, “my name is lestat.”
“louis.” louis takes his hand to shake lestats, but instead lestat pulls him out of his seat into a standing position.
“if we can’t stop them, we must join them” lestat says, as he drags louis into the intoxicated crowd.
“i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes.” louis laughs.
“it is whatever i say it is.” lestat quips, and he moves his hands down to louis hips.
louis sways to the music, trying to decide which of the many incoherent rhythms to follow. he felt awkward, dancing with this handesome, charismatic stranger, in such a dingy setting.
“louis?” lestat was looking at him, his face expressionless. “loosen up.”
louis gave a short huff of humour and closed his eyes in an attempt to focus on his feelings and not his thoughts. he found himself humming to the music, making his own melody, as him and lestat moved in synchrony.
the music slowed down and he opened his eyes only to find piercing blue eyes looking right back at him. they were closer then he remembered, foreheads practically touching. louis had never felt something so intimate and vulnerable as this.
“tell me when to stop.” lestat said, and he slowly leaned forwards until their lips met. it felt like electricity shooting through louis body. he put his hands around lestats jaw, pulling him impossibly closer.
lestat was not shy about anything, and that was evident when it came to kissing. his toungue snuck it’s way into louis mouth, finding anywhere sensitive, his teeth grazed louis lips, and when lestat lowered his mouth down to louis neck, he did so unapologetically.
louis’ breath fastened, and he bit his tongue as to not make a sound. his fingers dragged across lestats back, going under his shirt to feel his skin.
lestats hand reached down, and cupped louis rapidly hardening cock, then, he suddenly stopped. louis opened his eyes, worried he did something wrong.
“come.” lestat said, his back already turned as he made his way towards the bathrooms.
Initiative
female boss reader x dennis whitaker who really needs this job
all the way to the back of my knuckle - jack abbot nsfw drabble
doctor jack abbot fingers you with precision. your cunt spread slowly as he stretches you out. you are lying on your back with your legs apart, he is sat between your thighs, looming over you, blocking the light from behind him. you squeeze the back of his muscled shoulders for supports as he rocks his fingers back into you. he praises you for taking his hand so well, telling you how brave you are. after you tighten and come around his fingers, he gives you a few more pumps to leave you breathless before taking his fingers to his mouth and licking your scent off of them.
I'm sorry but Baran is NOT a mean dom and she never will be I just cannot see it. ts is not garsantos. baran could brat tame 100% she could be firm 100% but if you think she's gonna be mean to her girl??? you are sooo dead wrong she's murmuring words of encouragement in Trinity's ear as she fingerfucks her through her third orgasm of the night that's a pleasure dom she's good as fuck at it and she knows it too and she would 100% not hesitate to say doing such a good job for me, trinity, taking it so well. that's mommy's good, good girl.
mormon dennis on a mission trying to convert married rabbot who instead fuck him sloppy style send tweet
#♱⃓VERMILLION …
Vampire!Cassie + Priest’sdaughter!Victoria
WARNINGS :: masochism, choking, fingering, depictions of blood (obviously), one track minded Cassie, eager to please Victoria
MEN AND MINORS DNI :)
The wind is bleak and heavy set in Cassie’s lungs. There’s an ache in Cassie’s chest, a wandering pound, a relentless rhythm in her heart— a feeling she can’t resist. And Victoria, the priest’s daughter, was just oh, so compliant…
She loves the taste of her blood. That silvery, thick, hot liquid that popped and poured onto her tongue when she’d dig her teeth in, like a misbehaving dog.
Victoria was one of the very few that could ever play along with Cassie’s urges, leaning into the sick fantasy despite the ache that sat heavy in her shoulder after Cassie visited, pointed canine teeth dented into the skin with two thick puncture marks.
“This pretty lace, it’s for me, huh?”
Cassie’s voice dips into the room as she enters it, pale hands brushing the doorframe with each nearly hushed footstep. Cassie had perfected that eerie way of silence that birthed an unsteady ache of anxiety in Victoria’s chest, one that bloomed a perverse urge deep inside her despite not knowing when or how the other woman would appear at her door.
Victoria stayed quiet from her stance infront of her mirror, hair curtaining her face, caping down her back.
She liked to see the snags and tears in the delicate lace after Cassie held her, nails catching on the seams.
Cassie’s behind her now, eyes low from their position over Victoria’s shoulder. She knows by now, what the woman’s hunger held for her, and yet she watched in a trance when Cassie’s fangs punched through the layers of skin in her shoulder.
She crooned her head off the side, letting Cassie’s nails graze the very back of her neck when pushing her hair to the side.
It made Victoria dizzy, which, she never managed to tell the difference between the feeling of it— if it was lust or the blood loss.
Cassie’s lashes feather against her as she slowly let the blood pool, lapping the thick, wine coloured substance with the warmth of her tongue.
There’s a sharp jerk that slid up Victoria’s spine once feeling the white bones of the other woman’s teeth leave, leaving dull, throbbing slits in the space above her collarbone, sat along her trapezius muscle.
Cassie’s cold palm presses downward, greedily taking in the expanse between the two lace fabrics— sliding down Victoria’s stomach, making contact with the subtle bow nestled at the top lining of her panties.
Her eyes feel heavy while watching the dim woman from behind hold her, red nectar delicately trickling down her collarbone, tracing the curve of the bone.
Cool fingers meet Victoria’s core before she really had a moment to process more than half of their interaction, while her legs managed to squirm apart, panties clung to the mid of her thighs. The settled a spark in her gut, warm, gushy feelings beginning to bloom louder, more urgently.
She knows to be patient. Cassie only ever does this after borrowing just a little too much from Victoria, a silent, shamed apology masked by lust and friction.
The slim fingers brush down, two digits managing careful circles so perfectly against her bud— there’s an arch in her back she hadn’t noticed until her spine started to gnaw in pain. Cassie’s second hand is against Victoria’s ribcage, her chin tilting up just to witness more of Victoria in the reflection.
There’s a subtle delicacy, a drift of softness— the way Cassie would whisper to her, just small things, praising her for standing there and taking it for her, for letting her supply from her…
It made Victoria woozy, head dipping back against the woman’s shoulder, hands beginning to panic to find a surface to hold before she crumbled. Cassie usually took her chance her to lap at the bite she planted just seconds ago, making just of what she had.
She pressed her free hand up, cupping Victoria’s throat enough to elicit those pathetically squeaky whimpers, gasps that caved in her chest.
Victoria knows it’s enough to bruise. It’s enough to burn crimson and wine coloured bruises by the morning against the column of her neck, but there was something, something in that that made her want it even more.
She’s rasping, eyes flickering shut, legs growing increasingly more exhausted the longer she endured Cassie’s pleasured assault.
By the morning it’s cold. Silent. There’s dried blood stained against Victoria’s skin, hugging tight to the surface of her shoulder— and there’s an ache each time she’d swallow.
That was the only way of remembrance, of Cassie.
ik Robby looooves those fingers fucking into him I mean whaaat who said that
- aww a selfie with me??
- Yes, they call you phantom of the Pitt, on account of you secretly living in the hospital for months
- wait wtf? 😳
WTF HOW DID SHE KNOW THAT WHO’S OUTING MY BABY BOY LIKE THAT
i love buff Cassie Mckay as much as the next guy but Cassie with a soft tummy rather than pecs... Cassie who does cardio just to keep herself healthy but doesn't do much else, so she's still soft in all the right places, paired with her girlfriend Victoria Javadi who's obsessed with it, who loves that Cassie is taller than her so she has to look up when they're talking, loves how Cassie can very easily carry her, who kisses and licks her stretch marks and clings to her while kissing, who shoves her face on Cassie's cleavage when they're cuddling, who loves her calloused hands... and who especially loves feeling Cassie's little stomach pouch on her back when she uses her body weight to pin her down and fuck her into the mattress
cassie and victoria sneaking touches during work, cassie manhandling victoria to move her out of the way when working on a patient, victoria’s intentional grazes when passing equipment, cassie’s light tap on victoria’s ass when complimenting her working passing, victoria grabbing onto either end of the stethoscope around cassie’s neck, dragging her into the stairwell.
Need 2 play doctor with Abbot. He says he has some concerns but if you relax he can work the problem out from the inside. Uses his doctor voice to explain that he’s starting with one finger, with your legs spread wide you’re keening from just the feel of one and he’s telling you that’s a normal reaction. He adds a second gloved finger and keeps fucking his fingers in and out of you slowwwwly and deeply, tells u you might feel a little bit of a stretch with the second one but it’ll be comfortable in a minute. You’re shuddering and clawing for support but finding none since u can’t grab him cause he’s a professional!! Keeps his composure and asks you how it feels in a totally measured and clinical way. You can’t form words from how deep his fingers are reaching in, from the deliberate slowness of them rubbing against the inside of your walls. Your eyes are rolling back, head limp and lolling. He says “I’m gonna add some light pressure to this area to help you with the process, alright?” as he’s pressing the thumb of his other hand to your clit. When you squirt all over his hands he does a little “woah! there we go, that’s what we were looking for. Very good.” The same way he’d talk to a patient and it has your brain going fuzzy.