#misc.

caleb loves to jerk himself off as he eats her out. she’s standing above him, leg propped up onto his shoulder, heel digging into the meat of his muscle, and the other struggling to stay planted as he eats her out mercilessly. he’s wagging his tongue and planting sloppy kisses all over her pussy, growling and humming into her folds as he greedily strokes himself. he’s so loud about it, too— his cock fapping noises music to her ears; along with the sinful sucks and hah’s he sounds out each time he slurps her up.

he reallyyy enjoys wiggling his cock around in the air as she undresses herself. like he’ll be sitting there already with his cock out, ready to go as she’s still taking her clothes off, shimmying out of her panties. he’s gripping the base of his dick lazily, watching her with a small smirk as he sways his hard cock in the air for show. he has to show her just how hard he is— how he knows just how excited she is for it. he’s such a smug bastard, but she loves it when he does this, when he shows off his size and his cockiness. he’ll swing it around a few times as her eyes train on him, saying some dumb shit like “so fucking hard for you. look at it. see it? you want this dick, right, pips? such a fuckin’ slut.”

it doesn’t matter the tone of the sex, caleb is always gonna cry out a whimper before he cums. he could be dominating the shit out of her and before he spills his load, he’ll let out the most whiniest, boyish cry, signaling he’s climaxing. he’ll let her know too, “m’cumming, m’cumming, fuuuck baby— shit, yesyesyes. fuck yes you fucking whore. god it feels s-so good.” he’s smacking her ass hard as he fucks his warm seed into her.

he loves showing off his bulge in his pants before they do it. he adores how hard she makes him, makes her palm at it before making her pull down the hem of it to let his erection smack tightly against his abdomen. he prefers not to wear underwear for the sole reason of wanting her to see the full outline of his cock in his pants. he’ll smile so stupidly at her when she lays eyes on it, laughing to himself. “didn’t know it could get this hard, right? shit, it hurts so bad, baby. are ya gonna help me out?” he’s letting it tent up and ache so badly, making her cup at his balls, too. probably rambling about how tight it feels and how he needs relief asap :((

FEMME FATALES OF THE 1940s & 1950s (insp)

fluff, angst, fem!reader

You wake to the sun peeling through the gaps in the curtains, spilling its golden light through the pristine hotel room. It stains the crisp white walls, adorned with shiny picture frames holding stills of cool ocean waters a radiant yellow. Despite the cool and clean feel of the room, its atmosphere is damp and heavy with defeat.

You roll over slowly onto your back, sighing in an attempt to clear the cottony feeling of sleep from your mind. You blink, turning your head to the side when you feel little tugs on your hair.

To your side, Jude lays facing you, one hand twisting your hair around his fingers. He doesn’t look up when you turn to him. It’s clear he’s hardly slept, despite having spent most of the evening sat still on the couch with you, mulling over his team’s loss, too grief-stricken to even eat. The shame and frustration is still evident on his face, his eyes, usually lively and alert now dull, his mouth, typically carrying a playful smile downturned with depression. You turn your body towards him, mouth pulling tight with sympathy.

His forlorn expression doesn’t change when he flicks his gaze from his fingers to your face, and back down, not even a weak smile flashing across his mouth to disguise his disappointment. You follow his gaze down to your hair, where runs a finger over the ringlet, still crisp from being curled into a huge blowout the day before in preparation for the later celebrations that should’ve lit up Atlanta.

You bring your eyes back up to his, and he meets them properly this time. You stretch your arm forward and put your hand on his back, gently pushing him into you. He shuffles closer, pressing his face into your neck, lips ghosting over your collarbone. You bring your other arm around his neck, placing a soft kiss into his hair.

Better luck next time.

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award for the most self-indulged Tim design goes to me because who else #SwagapinoStoker