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[tinythebunni]

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[glossykissies]

this picture wow genuinely take my asshole

[bbuuunnyyy]

jack has a pool at his place and you like to go out and swim and sunbathe. sometimes you’ll fall asleep in the sun and wake up to him eating your out… he just can’t help it

18+ minors do not interact !!

you love summertime at jack's house. you're always over, using his pool, letting him grill dinner for you both every night--it's a dream. he always jokes that you only love him for his pool, and that's so not true--but it's a big part!

after hours in the sun, swimming and tanning, you'll lay back on the lounge chair, dozing off to the soft music playing from your speaker. you wake up to the sun going down, moaning and stretching out on the chair, thinking you must've had a good dream. when your hands fly down and you grip silver curls--you know, this is not a dream.

"fuck--jack," you moan, trying to sit up, concerned on his comfort level with his leg as he kneels down to eat your pussy. jack knows this, knows his girl is always looking out for him, but he shoves your legs open wide, keeping his grip tight. "'s okay, baby. i'm okay--just let me taste you. couldn't help myself with you all laid out like this."

you whimper, laying back down to move your hips, fucking his face, getting your wetness all over his week old stubble. "mhmm, feels so good, oh my god." his tongue swirls around around your clit, sucking lightly and you come apart, flooding his tongue. you come down, trying to close your legs and move away, but jack grabs your ankle, going back in for seconds.

"'m not done, baby. you can give me one more, can't you?" you can't say no to that. <3

[cherienymphe]

[bbuuunnyyy]

just had an insane thought. jackie putting on his readers so he can see you better when he's devouring your pussy... bonus points for pussy inspection! 🤭

18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink

"come here, baby. let daddy have a look."

jack's laying on the bed, arms crossed across his chest as you tease him, flipping your new mini skirt up to show that you're not wearing any panties. you giggle at his command, crawling on the bed towards jack, crawling up his body to straddle his tummy.

leaning back, you rest your hands on his thighs, pushing your hips forward to put your pussy on display under your skirt. jack hums, reaching his arm out towards the nightstand, grabbing his readers off the table. you squirm as you watch him put them on, focusing on his hands, loving his serious expression as he murmurs, "m'kay--what do i have here..."

glasses on, he takes his hands to lift up your skirt, groaning at the clear view of your pretty pussy, dripping all over his stomach. you whimper when he takes his finger, running it through your folds, gathering your wetness to bring towards his face, inspecting. "so wet for me, honey. like teasing me?"

you nod slowly, shifting to move your hips, fucking yourself on him. jack clicks his tongue, both hands grabbing your hips to still you, "nah uh, baby. daddy's not done lookin' at you. be a good girl and stay still--just a little longer, you can do it." you mumble a little, "'m sorry..." as you sit still, letting him explore, seeing how many fingers he can fit inside your tight hole, seeing how wet you get when he plays with your clit, moving you to play with your silky folds--he takes his time before he lets you cum, melting on top of him. <3

[glossykissies]

bunny offering herself for dex to practice knots and tying people up on her 🫢 see which positions are the most efficient

curling up on the couch while he’s all in serious mode, brow crinkled as he clicks around on his laptop. you knew he was doing bullseye stuff purely from his demeanour, and you knew you weren’t supposed to interrupt. but, scrolling on pinterest was getting boring — so you strike up conversation.

“dexie?” you chime, dropping your phone and turning your body toward him.

“hm?” he doesn’t look up, continuing to click, click, click.

“when you’re doing your big boy bullseye stuff, do you ever have to tie people up?” you tilt your head curiously and he blinks out of his concentrated trance, observing you for a second before speaking up.

“what?”

“like, when you go to—” you make a dramatic throat slicing action with your hand, followed by another performative rendition of you pretending to throw a knife. you then also played the role of the victim, throwing your hands up and whisper-screaming, pretending to die as you slump against the couch.

“spit it out, kid.”

“do you ever use rope to tie people up? so they don’t escape?” you clarify, clearly excited from the topic. dex scratches his jaw in thought, shrugging a shoulder.

“if i gotta — yeah. why?”

you hop up out your seat, holding up a manicured finger to gesture ‘one sec’ to him, toddling off to your room. he hears a bunch of shuffling and a few things falling before you come skipping back out — a soft pink rope between your hands.

“why don’t you practice on me? you know — to figure out which positions are most efficient for you.” you beam, hopping on one foot to another as you hold the rope in two hands infront of you. dex licks his lips, placing his laptop on the coffee table before taking the rope from you, passing it between his hands.

“‘fuck do you think i do with these guys? tie their legs open n’fuck ’em? i tie their wrists together so they can’t reach for a weapon. sometimes their legs if they try n’run. they’re not hard knots to make, baby.” he goes to hand the rope back as you pout, shaking it in his hand when you don’t take it.

“but… but you could just try new stuff? it could be really helpful? i wanna be helpful.” you sulk, feeling rejected. dex sighs out his nose, a small smile tugging at his older features.

“you just wanna get off, that right?”

“no i don’t.” you huff, stomping your foot. as a reflex, dex grabs your wrist and yanks you into a manoeuvre in less than a second, arched over his lap.

“yeah you wanna stomp that foot at me?” he challenged and you concede, shaking your head with a pout.

“sorry daddy.”

“uh-huh. you want me to tie you up just say that, don’t gotta make up excuses.” you feel him roughly begin to bind your wrists together at the small of your back and you kick your legs happily behind you. “practice.” he scoffs. “just wanna feel like a victim, don’t you?”

[glossykissies]

no it’s not even funny need 2 stand all close and look up at him n give him doe eyes n lick my lips n talk all whiny til he grabs me by the jaw all “yeah? you know what you’re getting into? battin’ your eyelashes at grown ass men?” n you can see the smirk through the balaclava . . .

[artemisuns]

oh good lord

[groovyangelkisses]

minors, do not interact please!

pope & his ditzy! gf who loves to talk and accidentally overshares everything when it gets too silent🙂‍↕️

literally just having a conversation with deran where, admittedly, he’s a bit too high to follow, and you’re happily yapping with pope sitting next to you on the couch. “yeah it was a pretty rough week, one of the kids’ dad came in and yelled at me, i mean really yelled der! like leaned across my desk & ripped into me, it was really scary honestly. and then i, you know, started to cry, obviously-” waving your hands and smiling as you explain. immediately being cut off by an angry andrew “the fuck? baby wha-when did this happen?” “oh! it was today:)” “to-today?”

or you’re sitting on a date night with pope & he’s silently eating and listening to you (as per usual) when you randomly divulge, “my dad used to be really rough on me growing up. always had something to say about my outfits or weight, it really did a number on me growing up, i guess!” you look up, seeing him sniffle and stop eating, his usually hunched shoulders softening and rounding. “oh i’m sorry bun, was that too much for dinner?” “no. you just- sometimes you break my heart, is all.” this then leads to you sitting on his lap in the restaraunt, apologizing for making him sad while he glares around the room </3

OR being out with your girlfriends (and andrew, of course, a girls night is ten times better with a big, sexy guard dog) and telling them about your sex life. andrew’s currently sitting at the bar holding all of your purses as he waits for your drinks to bring back to your table. he’s highly alert, looking at everyone and every thing to make sure no one approaches. his jaw clenches as he surveys the room, his ears perking up at your sweet coo to your friend. andrew knows she’d just gotten dumped, all of last night was spent with you and him talking to her on the phone.

“oh honey, it’s alright, really it’s going to be okay! he was the worst, anyways. didn’t you say he barely touched you? see, that’s the thing, i can barely get my andrew off of me! oh no, it’s great! the other night, he was sitting on the couch after… um, yanno, work… and i couldn’t even stop myself. i just dropped to my knees and crawled right toward him— i swear!”

your friends giggle and yell in excitement at your openness; they’re used to your honesty (and your inability to stop talking when you’re nervous)

andrew’s eyed widen and his brows furrow as he hears where this is going. “you guys….. huge… ginormous. everytime i get more & more excited, i swear, there’s gotta be an imprint in the back of my throat! he’s pink & thick & uncu-”

you’re whisked away before you can finish. a very red andrew is slapping his hand over your mouth with a muttered “okay, it’s gettin pretty late & she’s obviously had too much, goodnight girls!”

but he loooooves your babbling; loves that you overshare to try and make the people around you more comfortable. loves your talking most when he’s balls deep inside you later that night, hunched over your body protectively. “an-andy! love you! oh it’s only you, only want you andy ffuck!”

[popepout]

pope the type to laugh at you struggling under his grip as he chokes you out w his bicep😭😭😭😭😭😭 #ineedthatsobadyoitsnotevenfuckingfunny

sick & twisted because he rarely laughs or even cracks a grin but the second you’re at his mercy, everything is funny …

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, meanie!pope, manhandling / mentions of play fighting, breath play / choking, dirty talk, pet names.

“i wanna try something,” pope grunts above you, in the middle of working you full of his cock. you whimper at the interruption and he squeezes your waist under his heavy palms to settle you. his eyes rake down your bare frame— the arch of your hips, the way you’re laid out on your tummy and waiting for him to make any kind of move. when you peer at him over your shoulder with a pout, he speaks again.

“don’t worry, brat. i think you’ll like it.”

the last thing you’re expecting is one of his beefy arms hooked around your neck. you gasp just as he squeezes a little, eyes fluttering shut and lashes fanning over the tops of your cheeks while you go dizzy. he’s choked you before after you begged him to, but this is different. this is something he’s been thinking about. something that he’s only done a few times during some play fighting, not with actual intent.

his grip tightens. his bicep presses on your throat as his hips finally move against the fullness of your ass once again. deep thrusts that knock the sense out of your brain, all while you’re getting just enough oxygen to remain conscious so he can still hear those mewls and whimpers falling from your glossy lips. you hiccup his name out once, then twice— your hands come up from the sheets to claw at his arm with manicured nails, leaving little scratches and crescents on his freckled skin. only for him to laugh all breathy and deep over your ear.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he grunts, kissing the side of your face as if he isn’t applying more pressure. he gives your throat another good squeeze and although you’re struggling to take in a breath, your cunt flutters around his shaft like silk, “are you puttin’ on a show for me? because your pussy never lies t’me, she’s loving this … think i can make her cum before you pass out?”

[j4ckr4bbits]

popey love clit :( soft clit

18+ MDNI

popey love clit!!!!!!!! :( :( popey loves ur clit soo much...

it's his fav stim toy. he crawls down the bed and tugs softly at your panties until he can finally get his lips around it, and then he stays there for hours, just gently sucking and licking at it while his mind goes blank!! your fingers tangle into his dark curls, scratching softly at his scalp. sweet pope is in heaven

his hands grip your thighs, tugging them close around his head because he loves the pressure. it barely even registers as sexual for him because it just makes him feel safe and sleepy :( he loves the feeling of ur clit in his mouth, it's so soft and fun to flick with his tongue. it's just an added bonus that it makes you come

when the two of you are at home, he always has a hand down your panties so he can toy with your sweet little bud. he'll come up to you while you're doing the dishes and just silently shove his hand in ur pants, rubbing your clit while he nuzzles into your hair and nips at your earlobe 😵‍💫 and then when your back starts to arch against him and you get distracted, he murmurs "baby, gettin' soap everywhere..." but he's not really mad <3

sometimes when you're in public and he gets stressed u catch pope looking longingly at your pussy, his fingers twitching towards you before he gives a heavy sigh and pulls them back, turning away from you to avoid the temptation :( pls give him a kiss and promise him he can have clit time when you get back home!!!

[groovyangelkisses]

s1 fresh out of prison!pope knows how to clear a room.

you’re sitting on the couch with the boys, and it’s a late, hot night. you all spent most of the day lounging by the pool, swimming & grilling in the hot sun, serenaded by the 90s rock playlist that your pope loved so much <3

smurf was away on one of her trips tonight, so that meant you were, essentially, mama bear. cooked dinner, collected the wet bathing suits (which craig threw out his door at you & was about to open his door completely, stark naked by the way, before andrew placed his big paw on the entrance with an eerily calm “are you fucking crazy?”) and even had to force them to shower before laying on the clean couch. but not andrew, no he’s too good. he showered before anyone got out of the pool (and instructed j to fire off a round if craig got too close/hj) and prepped the veggies while you showered. laid out the blankets on the couch while you cooked, and set the table so you didn’t have to. perfectly husband, perfectly domestic, it almost made your heart ache.

some random lil rom-com is playing on the tv & andrew knows you love it. he’s used to your devotion to hopeless romanticism— used to romance movies & your sweet, watery smile at the end of them. but today? after seeing you provide for his family? having you sit next to him smelling like coconut and vanilla? feeling the soft brush of your nightgown against his arm? he can barely take it when he hears you whimper and cry at something on the screen.

the boys slowly snap to attention, j giggling to himself at your reaction, deran letting out an amused “oh come onnnn, you’re really crying over this shit?” and craig, though half asleep, chortles out “yo stop whimpering, i’m tryna hear this. chicks love crying over movies dude. can’t we just watch top gun?”

and andrew, ever the under-socialized-from-prison-or-in-general-man, can’t help himself. eyes still on the screen, his hands grip the red couch as he sits perfectly straight. “‘s makin me kinda hard, actually”

all eyes whip to him, deran shaking his head in disgust but expectance; he knows how pope is. but craig is immediately offended “ew bro, stay over there”

little by little the boys get up to leave, j going to nicky’s and deran & craig hitching a ride home together. you finally turn to pope, a tad mortified but so, so tender for your sweet lover. “baby, you can’t stay stuff like that out loud” you giggle, scratching through his short, clipped hair affectionately. his hands come down to drag your knee up against his clothed cock, he soothes the bone with his thumb “couldn’t help it” he pouts to himself “jus’ wanted them to leave already.”

later that night, as pope puts you through the mattress, he’s stone faced as he laments “so pretty when you cry. so-fuckin-so fuckin’ pretty”

[sophiedaisy]

Teen Beach Movie (2013)

[marvel-hiddles-stark]

Help Me, Doctor

summary: Frank realizes you’re into the whole “doctor kink” and decides to indulge you. 

tw & cw: MINORS GET TF OUT, 18+, fem afab reader, established relationship, overly clinical sex talk, doctor kink, oral (fem receiving) unprotected p in v (in the wise words of frank langdon himself, wrap it before you tap it!!)

wc: 1.4k

a/n: soooo this was supposed to be a SHORT BLURB like my normal ovulating inquiries but turns out i was hornier than i thought, so uh…yeah, this little thing was born. If scenes/dialogue that are essentially straight out of a porno aren’t your thing, I’d skip out on this one. Also I'm not gonna lie I kinda rushed this, especially the ending, and it's kinda ass but oh well. Much love! xx

be sure to check out my dr langdon masterlist!

“Wait wait wait—you’re being serious?” You almost laughed at his wide-eyed expression, a comical blend of incredulity and fascination, like he couldn’t believe that you, his girlfriend of nearly two years, found his profession attractive. 

“It’s a common kink,” you argued. “I mean, c’mon, Frank. Male strippers literally dress up as doctors all the time.” 

Frank wagged his brows at you. “You want me to give you a strip tease, baby?” 

“More like I want you to lay me out on the table and offer me some ‘specialized treatment’ for my pelvic floor issues.” 

So, that’s exactly what he did one evening, catching you totally off-guard when you returned to the kitchen after your shower to find Frank, at 4pm on a Sunday evening on his day off, dressed in his scrubs, his old stethoscope from med school slung around his neck, and his actual PTMC badge pinned to his chest. 

Your wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression didn’t deter him at all. Frank slipped seamlessly into character, pretending to read your full given name off a clipboard he’d snagged from your office. “In for a pelvic exam? It says here you’re experiencing some abnormal cramping in your vaginal canal?”  

“Frank—” you blurted stupidly, surprise quickly bleeding into arousal as you realized what this was. You couldn’t believe he was actually playing into this whole thing—you thought he’d found it funny.  

Frank tutted at you, wagging his finger in reprimand. “Frank? Being on a first name basis with your physician is hardly professional. It’s Dr. Langdon, sweetheart.” Heat flooded your body. It didn’t take long for Fra- er, Dr. Langdon to guide you over to your meticulously clean dining room table, which was definitely not intended for the kind of tomfoolery you two would be getting up to, but it would have to do. 

All pretenses of propriety evaporated almost instantly, of course. After snapping on some latex gloves, your boyfriend propped you on the table, stripped you bare from the waist down, and gently pushed your body down and your legs apart to quote “get a proper look”. 

It was something straight out of a porno, which normally would turn you off, but there was something about the way Frank said, “hm, nope. I’m not getting a good enough angle. I’m going to recommend we try a more tactile examination, if that’s alright with you.” 

Fuck yes, it was. 

That was how he ended up fingering you in your dining room, your arms and legs spread eagle, feet planted on the table as you fought and failed to keep your breathing even. The latex felt a bit odd, but thankfully it didn’t last long as you could tell Frank’s impatience was growing. Still, he kept in character, snapping them off and tossing them aside under the guise of “feeling you properly”. 

“I-is this how you normally treat your patients, Dr. Langdon?” you asked when he’d bent to lick up your sopping pussy, messily tonguing his way around your clit and outer lips. 

Frank grinned from between your thighs, eyes full of mischief. “Only the ones who really need it.” 

“And I really need it?” 

“Yes, baby, you do. You’re so tense and tight—no wonder you’ve been cramping, honey. You’re in desperate need of release.” 

Release you needed, and release you got. You came embarrassingly fast—you’d told him this had been one of your dearest fantasies, after all—soaking his face and fingers as you rode out the high with twitching hips. 

“Excellent,” Frank panted, and the tone of his voice told you he was fighting to keep the scene going. One glance at his lust-blown pupils made it obvious that this was affecting him just as much as it was affecting you. “Experiencing clitoral orgasm is a good sign,” he said, and the clinicalness of it all made your stomach swoop in renewed arousal. “But, just to be sure, I’m going to ensure that you’re still able to experience a vaginal orgasm as well.” 

You couldn’t help the desperate look you gave him, sitting up on your elbows, watching him hastily undo the tie on his scrub pants as you let your voice slip into a sultry tone. 

“And how will you do that, Doctor?” 

Frank fucking winked at you, and if you weren’t so turned on you might’ve laughed. But coupled with the sight of his perfect fucking hands slipping into his pants, obviously stroking his dick, your jaw instantly snapped shut. 

“A little penetration should do the trick. Lay back for me, Miss.” 

Of course, you were never able to come from penetration alone, Frank knew this, but it was part of the fantasy, and so you played along as he inserted himself painstakingly slowly into your cunt. 

“There we go,” he bit his lip, an obvious indicator that he was fighting a groan. “Just take some nice, deep breaths for me. Perfect, just like that. You’re doing so good.” 

“Frank…” you let the name slip, incapable of thinking clearly with how crazy he was making you. 

A palm swatted at the back of your thigh, swift and sharp, and you yelped. “That’s not my name. I didn’t go 200k in debt for nothin’, baby. Use my fucking title.” 

“Doctor,” you moaned, hips lifting slightly in a poor attempt to make him slide all the way in. “Please.” 

“Not to worry, sweetheart,” he cooed, hands settled on your waist. “Everything appears to be in working order so far.” Then he pushed all the way in, and you both groaned, unable to fight it. His rhythm picked up fairly quickly, likely a result of his withering composure as he fucked into you, eyes darting all around your body, which was still mostly hidden from view (you knew this probably frustrated him, because Frank went absolutely nuts for your tits, but he seemed decently committed to the bit, which you appreciated). 

As things picked up, though, your own sanity was also decreasing and your desperation to simply be close to Frank nearly engulfed your need to see the fantasy through. 

He hadn’t kissed you throughout the entire encounter, as it wouldn’t have really made sense in the context. But you desperately missed his lips, and you could tell he missed yours too when he went along easily upon the insistent pull of your hands around his neck, dragging him down over you to slot your mouths together. 

“Am I doing okay?” you panted into his mouth. 

“Mhm,” Frank moaned into the kiss, hot and wet, before breaking it to pepper them along your jaw instead, ending just beside your ear. “Yes, you’re doing wonderful. You see, when the body gets aroused, the vaginal canal produces a natural lubricant to accommodate penetrative intercourse.” 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered. Who knew clinical sex talk could be so sexy? To be fair, you were pretty sure Frank Langdon could make just about anything sound sexy, but still. 

“Those with male genitalia can often feel when the female body is approaching orgasm, as her inner walls will start to tense,” as if on cue, your body did just that as Frank continued, “her legs will begin to quiver. She may try to close them in anticipation. And, if your partner is especially astute,” his fingers slipped between your thighs, circling your fluttering clit with precision. “They might notice your swollen little clit just throbbing in desperation, begging to be touched in order to reach that final, blissful edge.” 

You snapped like a rubberband, coming around him with a curse of his name, which thankfully he didn’t correct this time. Frank followed soon after, filling you with a long, drawn-out moan, his breath fanning down your neck as his hips stuttered and slowed. 

With you both sated, the illusion blipped away seamlessly. Frank’s hands were familiar in their gentleness, drawing soothing circles on the meat of your hips and stomach as he caught his breath. “Holy fuck, baby. You okay?” 

You nodded, still a little blissed out, as you wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Yeah, yes, that was…Jesus Christ, Frank. I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” 

He chuckled into your neck, pressing soft little kisses along your skin. “I am to please.” 

“Seems like you enjoyed it too, though,” you mused, carding your fingers through his hair as he withdrew to look down at you. 

“Well, it was hot because it was you, baby.” 

You shot him a deadpan look. “So you’re telling me if I pretended to be an innocent, extremely professional nurse examining your poor, perpetually hard dick that wouldn’t turn you on?” 

You watched him swallow thickly, feeling his spent cock twitch where it was still nestled inside you. You laughed, pecking him sweetly on the lips. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

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[cherrywineisawaltz]

Thinking about Peter Parker going out with socialite!reader. Head turner the moment you walk into a room, pulling a reluctant Peter through a crowded rooftop party. Everyone knows you by name, pulls you in for a hug, you’re a social butterfly, polished and put together pulling this rugged kid by his crooked tie, the fabric strewn out by your manicured fingers. You’re all glittery and magnetic, pushing him up against the rooftop railing, glossy lips pulled into a tipsy grin, champagne bottle in your free hand. Everyone's wondering how this kid got in, looking down their nose at him—metaphorically speaking of course, considering he towers over almost every person around you. He peers over the high ledge and laughs when you ask if he’s scared of heights, “No, no. Nothing like that. Just feeling a little out of place. Still trying to figure out what got me the invite,” while you've got your hands playing with his tie. You shrug, pretty lips pulled between your teeth, “Just needed to bring a pretty face along,” you tell him, making his lips twist up into a charming grin. “Oh, I’m a pretty face now?”  

Has to pry your wandering hands off after one too many champagne flutes, laughing anxiously when your lips trail and nip at his neck in a not-so secluded corner, waving politely to the people who sneer at the sight of you getting handsy with this random kid, “Big fan of PDA tonight, huh?” knows it’s time to take you home when your manicured fingers start fiddling with the zipper of his pants, guiding your eager hands away from his hardening cock. 

[gxtitobxby]

frank langdon the type to say “biiiiiiig stretch” when he’s sliding inside you… “there you go, baby, see? you got it” kissing ur wet cheeks oh :(

[letterstotheflre]

frank likes to spread your pussy open with his fingers before he eats you out. likes to stare at your twitching clit, likes that you always get shy and nudge his shoulder with your toes as if saying "just get on with it". he likes to get really close and spit a fat glob of saliva on your spread folds. likes to hear your surprised gasp and the embarrassed whine that always follows. he likes to watch his spit drip down your cunt until your fluttering hole swallows it, his lips parted and cock twitching inside his boxers. when he looks up and sees that you're covering your face with your hands he laughs. a little mocking, a little delirious. he grabs your wrist and laces your finges together, then spits on you once more before finally diving in.