I Hate You For What You Did, And I Miss You Like A Little Kid.

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you meet chloe in cairo. it’s too hot, the streets are too loud, and she talks too much. not to you, at first. you’re just the extra set of hands for a quick recovery job that’s gone sideways more times than it should’ve. you’re supposed to stay quiet, keep your head down, and do what you’re told. chloe doesn’t like people who take up space she didn’t give them. but she notices you.

the first time she actually looks at you— really looks — is after you talk a local dealer down from six thousand to two and a half for a map fragment she’s been trying to get for weeks.

she blinks. “well, i’ll be damned.”

you shrug, lips quirking. “he likes pretty faces.”

“so do i,” she says, and then walks off like she didn’t just throw a grenade and smile at the explosion.

it’s messy with her. always is.

the job stretches on longer than anyone wants to admit. more flights, more trains, more guns. more nights where neither of you sleep, and not just because of the danger. there’s this... buzz, you trade dry remarks, silent glances. she gives you that grin when you’ve got blood on your cheek and your chest is heaving and you both almost died, again.

she doesn’t touch you. not yet. but she wants to. and you feel it. that simmer just under the skin, waiting.

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she kisses you in istanbul.

you’re in a crumbling hotel room with no lock on the door and only one working lamp. you’re bandaging her arm, a shallow graze, but it looks worse than it is. and she won’t stop fidgeting.

“hold still,” you mutter.

“you’re enjoying this, admit it.”

“you bleed too much.”

she laughs, but it dies off quick. her eyes are on you now, and they’re soft in a way you’ve never seen from her. like she’s thinking about letting you see something she’s spent years hiding under ten layers of sarcasm and steel. then: “come here.” she doesn’t say please. chloe doesn’t beg.

but you go to her anyway.

the kiss is rough. urgent. like she’s afraid if she waits, she’ll talk herself out of it. and maybe she would’ve. but you’re here now. and her hands are on your hips, pulling you in, grounding you both in this flickering, half lit room that smells like dust and gunpowder and something sweeter that neither of you will name.

you don’t sleep that night.

after that, it’s not easier. not with her. she still picks fights for fun, still flirts with danger like it owes her money. but she holds your gaze a second longer. hands linger when they don’t have to.

she lets you see her scared. once. maybe twice.

and when it’s all over, when the artifact’s in a box, the buyer paid off, the trail cold, she stands next to you on a rooftop in athens and says, “i don’t do the whole happily ever after thing.”

you nod. laughing at the comment. “me neither.”

she looks at you. quiet for a long while.

“but... yknow.. i could try.” she says, voice low. you slide your hand into hers. no fairy tale. just this. just her.

warnings. begging, sub!switch!michael, face sitting, makeouts, grinding, light breeding kink, crying, sorta orgasm denial

michael practically worships the ground you walk on. he's so attentive to your needs.. need new clothes? he's already placed his credit card in your purse, your body is aching? he's already running a bath for you, you're feeling hungry? michael's already placing down suggestions for takeout.

he loves you so much, maybe too much some days. michael makes sure to tell you everyday. wether it's big or small, he will show it in every act he commits to you. so michael just can't wrap his head around the current situation at hand.

"baby, i promise you," michael was on his knees as you stood infront of him, "helen is just an old friend." you stared, unamused while michael's hands held your hips, rubbing the dip in them with his thumb. his chin dug into your pelvis. his glassy eyes narrowed up at you, trying not to cry at your cold gaze boring back at him.

"explains why she was ogling you all night and cuddling up to you then, right?" you asked mockingly before tutting, "you didn't even bother moving away.."

"i'm so sorry, baby," michael sniffled, kissing your stomach, "i won't let her do it again, i swear. hell, i won't even speak to her again if it makes you happy."

you took a deep breath in, your eyes closing in momentary satisfaction. you loved to hear michael beg, it fueled your already high ego. and even if you were frustrated and angry, you loved michael as himself even more. you knew he didn't mean anything wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to verbally forgive him just yet.

michael's fingertips ghosted your legs, slipping under the hem of your dress, "m'so sorry baby, so so sorry.." you could feel his heartbeat in his voice filled with raw emotion, "i love you so much."

your dress lifted as michael's hands did too and soon they were at the hem of your lacy underwear, "wanna show you how sorry i am, baby, please let me.." pleading eyes hypnotised you, making you nod a few times. michael grinned before picking you up. your legs wrapped around his waist while he leaned forward to kiss you.

your arms rested on his shoulders as you kissed back, both your emotions pouring into it and fueling the fire burning in the pits of your stomachs. michael's fingers played with your underwear before pulling them down just a bit.

michael sat down on the edge of your shared bed after setting you down infront of him. he looked into your eyes as he finished pulling the lace down, letting you step out of them before he pulled you down onto his lap.

big hands fondled your ass as you two began to kiss again, this time michael's tongue entered your mouth. you let out a breath through your nose, his tongue accidentally tickling the roof of your mouth. your tongues rubbed together, creating friction which made you grind down on michael's lap. he chuckled, pushing you down on him and urging you to continue.

sighs left your mouth as your lips detached and your head rested between michael's neck and shoulder. your clit repeatedly brushed against michael's bulge, bringing you closer to the high you were chasing.

high pitched whines came from you when michael stopped your movements, "michael.." he pecked your neck before leaning away, his back flat on the bed.

"want you to come on my tongue, sweetness," michael helped guide your body to his face, gripping your thighs as you settled down on him. instantly, michael's tongue darted out to lick. you relaxed, your hands resting in his hair.

michael's tongue flickered, hitting your clit at the right angle. your moans spurred him on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and moving your hips harder against his mouth. you grinded down on his face, swaying back and forth. michael's nose took over his tongue's place on your clit as his hands travelled towards your pelvis, settling on your pubic bone.

his thumbs spread downwards, opening up your lips to make more room for his tongue before it darted into you. a yelp of pleasure left your lips and your hands yanked michael's hair.

you looked down after feeling the vibration of a whimper go through your body, meeting wet, crystalline eyes. tears had been slowly dripping down his temple, watery trails taking over the dried ones.

your moans got louder, your orgasm building up again. your movements got faster and were too much for michael's arms to catch up with. his hands fell limp on your thighs, allowing you to suffocate him as you chased your orgasm.

you whined and tossed your head back. your thighs shook around michael's head, your orgasm finally washing over you. you moaned loudly, probably alerting your neighbours of the activity going on in your house.

you cautiously moved your right leg from michael's head, trying not to kick him with how badly your legs were shaking. michael's hand drifted to your hip, laying you down while he rested ontop.

"i love you so much, baby, so much.." michael kissed you swiftly before finally pulling off your dress. his eyes were still glazed with lust and the bottom half of his face was sticky.

"lemme put a baby in you," michael mumbled, massaging your love handles, "show you how much i really need you here w'me.."

a long night was to come.

this is lowkey what i had in mind for the dress

TW!! THUNDERBOLT SPOILERS!!

my HUSBAND’s pretty cool

credit: elizditss

clark’s 6’3 soooo yk 🙂‍↕️

“Been waiting all night for you, you know that?” As you pulled your shirt over your head, Clark's hands were already working at the buttons of his own shirt. He settled between your legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against yours. He positioned himself at your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside you, stretching and filling you completely.

A guttural moan escaped his lips at the sensation of your tight cunt enveloping him. He paused for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the intensity of the connection. Then he began to move, setting a relentless pace as he drove into you again and again. Clark's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he claimed you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation. His lips found yours once more, kissing you deeply, hungrily, as if trying to devour you whole.

Clark leaned back, pulling you with him as he shifted positions. He brought your hips up, angling your body so that he could drive deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each powerful thrust. The new position allowed him to watch your face, to see the pleasure etched on your features as he claimed you. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you with increasing intensity.

“You're so pretty like this, so perfect.” He could feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. Clark's hips slowed slightly as he felt your body strain beneath him. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Do you need me to stop?”

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. “No, don't stop,” you managed to say. “It's just...so much.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across Clark's face.

“Takin’ me so well,” he panted, his hips picking up the pace once more. “Look at how deep I am.” His eyes ogled down to the bulge his cock was creating in your belly. With a low groan, he pressed his hand against it, feeling the hard length of himself moving within you.

His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, as he chased his release. His hand remained on your belly, feeling the way your body yielded to his, taking every inch of him. “Give it to me baby, I wanna feel you cum.”

Clark felt your body clench around him, your inner walls pulsing and contracting as you reached your orgasm. Your cry of his name echoed in the room, a sound of pure ecstasy that made his dick twitch inside of you. Your release triggered his own, and with a final, powerful thrust, Clark buried himself deep inside you. His body tensed, his muscles coiling tight as he spilled thick ropes of cum deep within your aching cunt.

Clark rolled off of you, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't help the slick smile that spread across his face as he lay beside you, his eyes stared up at the ceiling.

His mind reeled back to the bulge he created in your tummy and the way his hand had pressed against your skin, feeling himself inside you. The affirmation wrapped around him like a warm coat, feeding a part of him he rarely acknowledged. He wasn’t one to dwell on vanity, but in that moment, he couldn’t help himself.

For once, he let his ego revel, if only for a little while.

The implications that if Oscar had got pole he would have been in his drivers room practicing the griddy

helloooo, can you write a michael afton fic where you and him move in together after college? like they have fights and stuff and are just living together but it's messy with his trauma and stuff

here you are!

i'm gonna jump

you can’t let a game slip like that!! especially with landeskog making his return. 2–1 OT loss to the stars and now it's a 2-1 lead. need to bounce back HARD in game 4

MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER has a bad habit of going all night. He’s aware of the values of rest, he knows he has responsibilities to attend to the next day that require a clear head, and yet he cannot refuse you. Not that there’s a request to be denied, but when you stand there in your long nightgown in the Coruscant apartment you share, how can he ponder anything other than tricking you out of it? He’ll sweet talk you, croon, hold you close and charm you out of your clothes. He’ll have you bare and riding him on the couch, toying with your pretty tits in his hands while you bounce on his every aching inch. He’ll consume you, intoxicate you with his scent and his desire, he’ll be your every thought while he slithers in and out of your mind, abusing the force to bend your wills and train you into ecstasy. You writhe on the bed you share with him, tangling a mess of sheets in your throes of passion. Your claws sink into the soft down of your comforter while his weight lays on your back, pinning you to the mattress as he soothes your hot insides, fucking you from behind tightly knitted while his hand brushes back your sweaty hair from your forehead. His lips murmur against your cheek as your delicate countenance twists in something akin to anguish. He would pity you, if only you were truly in pain. Instead, you cry out in the heat of your climax, the evidence pooling out from between your legs. How can he refuse the night hours, when this is his only chance to fully indulge in the pleasures of your exquisite beauty?

Bill in the remakes 🌞🌙

Meme day and night mode