Late-Night Comfort

These new photos are bringing the worst out of me I’m barking on all fours

Why is Pedro being all sweaty and driving extremely attractive to me???? And the glasses?? 🥵

Hello, I hope you are all well. I am Mohammed, a Palestinian from the besieged northern Gaza Strip. I was shot in my left hand by an explosive bullet and I need a bone graft and to build my home and the home of my two children, Ameer and Mamlak, who was born in the war and whose father is far away in Egypt due to the siege and war. He has not met them except for pictures. I ask you to support my newly created campaign to help my family survive the horrific war on Gaza to safety and peace. Life has become extremely harsh, difficult, full of hardships and painful suffering. We lack all the basic necessities and essentials of life such as food, water, medicine and other needs. The war has taken everything beautiful from us, leaving us homeless, displaced and unemployed. Everything is difficult and impossible to obtain. Water and living conditions are inaccessible and incredibly unreachable. The war has made our lives desperate and hopeless. My family of thirteen has been going through the hardest days they have ever experienced in almost twelve months due to the catastrophic war. The rise in prices of all essential necessities of life has complicated our living conditions, especially when all our savings have been spent on the least necessities and needs. A photo taken of me injured and the children who need to be evacuated. 😭😭😭That's why I'm asking you now to ease our burdens and the burdens of our lives through your contribution. You can help my family survive by donating whatever you can or reposting my messages My campaign @90-ghost @ibtisams @appsa @buttercuparry .

I am so sorry ml I will do anything I can to help

I am in my arcane era you guys will be getting fanfic soon

Birthday Boy🥳🎉 - Angel Dust x Female Reader Part 2 (R18 NSFW Not For Minors)

❥Warning- This story contains sex (NSFW), so if you underage and reading this, Please skip it.

❥Summary: Angel's Dust birthday party just finished and now you are wrapped like a present for him😏

❥Tags - Angel Dust x Female Reader, Flirting, Teasing, Fluff, Lingerie, Cosplay, P in V Smut, Birthday Sex, Licking, Boob Job, Spanking

❥Notes - Here is the Part 2 of the sexy spider birthday smut. Sorry it took so long, been busy. Enjoy

Part 1 -> X

"Sooo~, does the birthday boy wanna open up his present? Your voice spoke in a whisper, as you continued to lay back, body wrapped in the red body bow gift that was hanging on your sensual body. Angel Dust remained unmoving on the bed, brain still trying to wrap his head around your seductive presentation. He felt his member beginning to rise, which you caught as you looked down, happy that he was responding to you. "I can see that you love your gift~." Moving your foot towards his length, you rubbed your toe on it, earning a moan from Angel. Laughing softly, Angel moved your foot away with his hands, as he slowly moved to hover over you, eyes glistening with desire. "You're driving me insane here, toots. I will gladly accept my present." Four of his hands laid touches all over your body, earning a small moan from you. Pushing his head closer to yours, foreheads touching and eyes serious, as he softly gazed at you. "Open your mouth, please." Whispering out, you obeyed his instruction and opened wide, tongue sticking out. His tongue soon connecting with yours, joining them together in a wet kiss, causing you both to moan. Two of his hands, wrapped around your lower back, hugging you closer to him, deepening the kiss. His eyes remained opened, staring at your reactions, you were always so cute he thought.

His lips were so sweet, tasting like the cake that he just had downstairs. Your hands moved to his head, rubbing the back of his fluff while holding his cheek with the other, Drawing away from each other, leaving a string of spit behind, you both stared at each other, softly panting from the intense kiss. His lips drew back to kiss you again, then moving to your cheek, your eyelids, your forehead, then slowly moving down to your neck, sending shivers down your back. His kisses stopped at your red covered breasts, tongue sticking out to lick across his lips. "Time to unwrap my present now~!" Hooking his fingers on the red bow, he slowly pulled it down, your breasts springing out in full view. He devilishly smirked, hands moving to cup your soft mounds, thumbs flicking your nipples. "Ah!" You continued to moan at the sensations, as Angel continued to play with your breasts. "So soft and perky~. I wonder how they taste?" Tongue sticking out, Angel bent down, sticking one of the nipples in his mouth, while his fingers continued to torture the other. "Mmmmm Angel~." This felt so good, he was crazy with his tongue. His tongue continued to twirl around your nipple, making it harden as the one he was pinching began to turn red from the ministrations.

Removing his mouth from you, he stood up, his shadow casting down on you. Displeased that he stopped, you were going to tell him to continue, but stopped when you saw him remove the red thong he was wearing, showcasing his long erection at you. Taking note of your silence, he smirked at you, "Like what you see, toots?" You giggled at him, lips pulled into a smirk. "Yes....do you?" Legs spreading out, you allowed Angel to get a good look at your string-held crotch, dripping in your juices. Eyes widening at that, Angel stilled for a second before smirking back at you. "Very~." Leaning his body over you, he sat on your belly area, his dick presented in front of you. "I'm gonna fuck your tits babe." Positioning closer to your chest, Angel placed his erection right in the middle of your soft mounds, engulfing it with your breasts. He slowly started to move, his lengths moving in and out of your breasts, the tip popping out in front of your face. "Ahhh...my satan, this feels incredible!" Throwing his head, Angel moaned out in pleasure, moving his hips faster. You were moaning as well as the way he was touching were breasts while giving himself a boob job was so addicting, it made your toes curl a bit. Wanting to satisfy him more, you stuck out your tongue, licking the tip of his length whenever it popped out of your breasts, making him moan louder. "Ahhhh...babe....keep doing that..and I'm gonna..." Angels voice was raspy with need, wanting very much to come.

Humming, you continued to lick at his tip, hands raising up to grasp his behind, pulling him closer towards you. Moaning out your name, Angel drew to a halt, cum shooting out on your face and tongue. Closing your mouth, you swallowed what as in your mouth, gazing up at Angel, hungrily. Angel looked back at you, seeing your messy face giving you an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that....Let me clean you up." His hand reached for a napkin plus a small bottle that was below his bed, using the napkin to wipe away at the excess cum on your face. Once he was done, he kissed you again, napkin throw across the room without a care in the world. Pulling away, Angel leaned back, bottle of mysterious substance, probably lube, in his hands, while the other two had grabbed at your string thong and moved it to the side. Popping the bottle open, he poured the liquid on your lower lips, body jolting at the chilly feeling. His fingers then slowly began to spread the lube all over, inserting them inside every now and then, trying to make it bearable enough for you, when he has to enter. "This feels so good!" Your thoughts scream out, as you continued to moan at the sensations. Retreating his fingers out of you, Angel grasped his length, positioning it at your entrance, but refused to enter. His face appeared hesitant, as he continued to look at your entrance then back to you. "Listen, its my first time doing this with a dame...so I'm gonna need some reassurance that I'm doing alright." Blinking up at Angel, you slowly burst into laughter, earning a confused look from Angel. One of your hands grabbed his, giving it a soft squeeze, "I'm prepared Angel, don't worry......plus since I am your birthday gift, you can do whatever you want with me. Spank me, lick me, bite me, do whatever your heart desires~"

His colored eyes widen at you, dick springing back to life at your seductive words. The hesitation was gone, replaced with a very turned on look, as Angel smiled, showing his golden tooth at you. Slowly pushing his hips forward, Angels rod slowly began to enter you, hitting your inner walls, making you groan. There was a small sting when he entered, causing your eyebrows to knit together in pain, but it quickly disappeared, leaving only the sensation of him being fully inside of you. He moved his body back down, hovering over your body, as he was panting from how amazing your insides felt. "You okay?" He was still questioning you, worried if he was hurting you. When he got a nod of approval from you, he started to move, hips moving back and forth, rod caressing inside of you. The pleasure was slowly increasing the more he moved, causing you to wrap your hands and legs around him, drawing him even closer. A harsh slap was soon met to your butt cheeks, making you jump, "Yeah, you like it when I spank you....right babe?" Angel smirked at you, giving another harsh slap to your behind, making you scream from the pain and pleasure. "Ahhh..yes....do it again!"

Angel awarded you with another round of slaps, cheeks burning red. His movements grew faster, causing your head to fall back on the bed. Silencing your moans, Angel pushed his tongue back inside of your mouth, kissing you while gyrating his body faster, ready to come at any moment. Soon your vision turned white, as you felt your body shake from orgasming, nails clawing at Angels back, earning a groan from him. His hips drew to a stop, come exploding inside of you, yet he kept his mouth connected with yours, swallowing your moans. He slowly moved his head back ending the kiss. His eyes were gazing at you lovingly, hands moving to caress your cheeks, as he placed another kiss to your forehead. His head then dropped to your chest, as he heaved a sigh. "Best....birthday....present.....ever!" Chuckling at his cuteness, you ran a hand through his hair, tousling his white furry locks, "Glad you enjoyed it.........wanna go for round 2?" Hearing a muffled snort from him, he lifted his head, magenta eyes gazing at you, "I'm all for a second round, toots, but lets just cuddle for a bit, okay?" It felt like your heart skipped a beat, hearing that adorable phrase from him. Your hand continued to rub at his head, while the other pulled him in closer, squishing his face back into your soft mounds, "Okay."

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I need this next time I get high🤭

18+ mdni, collage au, use of marijuana, high sex, blink and you'll miss perv!vi, you smoke while she eats you (feral), spit, stoner!vi that got out of hand.

masterlist // requests // wc: 1,931

dealer!vi who’s deep down a damn loser when it comes to you, an unmeasured crush that started out when you bought weed for the first time and she got your number under the premise of talking to you whenever she had good stash.

she stares for a good while at her phone after, trying to find out a reason to talk to you without sounding lame, the last time she was so afraid to talk to a girl she was what? sixteen? so fucking lame.

dealer!vi who leaves in the middle of a party cause you texted asking is she was up and well, it's her fault when she's spoiling you rotten, constantly selling to you her very best stuff at a stupid low price: she wants you to keep coming to her, so she makes sure of making an undeniable offer.

she's knocking at your door and it's way to late to be in the streets, standing with her hands shoved inside her jacket as she waits for you to open up.

dealer!vi who's impressed actually by your rolling skills cause how the fuck did you learn how to roll a joint like that? you have such a good technique she finds herself looking at it, fingers in perfect control as they swiftly pour the green from your purple grinder into king-sized pink rolling papers — is it indirect kissing when you're licking the paper and she can visibly see strings of your saliva? must be.

she looks at you when you light up the joint and the air is quickly filled with the intense smell of weed, a subtle fruity and citric aroma as you passed her the joint. indirect kissing. indirect kissing when vi's smoking from the very same spot you did, sitting close to you after selling you a good amount of weed and accepting a sudden invitation to stay for a while and smoke, make the journey at least a bit more worth it and not leave after five minutes with you.

it doesn't have to be just pure business.

you're oblivious to it, but her gaze lingers in your legs and the subtle way your shirt rides up showing more and more skin without you noticing, worried you'll find out she's right there high and dry in your sofa.

stoner!vi who laughs at your jokes, leaning forward when talking to you cause even high she just thinks about how beautiful you are, eyes red, half lidded, relaxed in the comfortable of your small apartment close to the uni.

and like a good stoner she forgets about she's holding the joint at some point, too busy with the conversation, your company and the atmosphere you’ve so easily created, the ashes falling to the ground now. she has sold you marijuana for months, yet she's not able to talk to you for more than explaining you what strain she's carrying to sell until well — now.

liking your photos, flirting but not at all, it's absurd the amounts of times you appear on her mind without even trying to, messy haircut, she's sure you have a tattoo hidden under the winter clothes cause she can be a proud stoner, but she pays attention, at least when she wants something, when it comes to you.

"are you ever going to make a move on me, vi? cause i'm getting tired of waiting for you to snap out of it."

and maybe it's the weed, that dizzy and nice sensation on her chest that makes her smile, cause she's sure you're pulling her closer even when she's the one moving on her own.

"a move, you want me to make a move on you?"

you're taking the joint from her fingers and she swears it's the hottest thing she's ever experienced, the way you were suddenly so close to her only to pull away after, letting the smoke linger in the air when you light it again: she has felt that very same thing before, the awful need of pulling you into a kiss.

"i thought it was obvious when i texted you in the middle of the night, but you don't seem to get it much" the music seems to drown her unsteady breathing, the loud guitars by the speaker in the table while your bratty attitude only seems to turn her on even further. "should i spell it out for you? send a formal invitation?"

stoner!vi who's really bad in controlling her force when high, cause her hand fist in the fabric of your shirt and she's finally erasing the distance she was once polite to keep, moving you without much effort across the cushions to pull you closer to her, make you lay on the sofa to pin you down beneath her.

her muscles flex on top on you and she's finally aware of the effect she has on you, when she's finally kissing you and you're responding to her even when she barely touches you — so maybe it's not as lame as she thought, cause her kisses travels down your throat, messy, sloppy open-mouthed kisses she places as she holds you there, still and where she wants you to, not lame at all when you cannot control yourself either, squirming, already asking for more.

and fuck it's good. she can smell the subtle smell of weed in your clothes, and swear could choke 'cause you're parting your legs for her, a silent invitation she just gets with no need to spell it out for her now.

"gonna smoke it all by yourself?" vi's messing with you at first, watching you take the joint you forgot in your fingers to place it over your lips — "or are you gonna share that with me?"

stoner!vi who fantasizes with the thought of spitting right over your parted lips when she's helping you smoke, lighting up the joint as she sits on top of you. she's slower, but her hips press down against yours just right, and trapped in between her thighs is a damn sight. her blushed cheeks match her cherry hair who's much longer now since the first time you meet her, and you, a demon as always, let your hand find the skin beneath her shirt, the pad of your fingers roaming against her hip bone, trailing it down her pants.

with two fingers, she places the joint over your lips. your breathing collides against her hand, and she can feel the softness in your lips for a moment before you're blowing the smoke in her direction, slightly and for nothing more than five seconds but enough to make her think about kissing you again, yearning when she's stealing kiss after kiss, taking away the joint to have you pay attention to her instead. needy.

the weed makes her like that she'd say, but in reality vi's going to pieces even before her eyes become glassy. shambles when the music on the speaker is not enough to muffle your gasps, the irregular sound of your breathing after she slowly begins to ask you for more — hungry even when she's full fed.

she's building you up, taking her time since she dreamed about this a lot, and she desperately wants it to make it last, savor it as long as she can have it, so vi's dragging your shirt upwards, enough so she can see the obvious lack of a bra, latching on the skin of your breast until it's bruised and sensitive, purple because of her.

you do have a hidden tattoo, only for her to see.

yet it's her name on your swollen lips what she enjoys the most, how she's there in your lungs inside you, the sound of your moans when you ask if she could keep going. your always perfect hair lays now messy, and god she just want to imprint the sight of you in her brain, how your skin shiver when she's kissing the expanses of your belly, that flirty look on your face she can see even when she's completely on her knees for you already.

"you forgot about the joint again, peach" vi mutters against your navel, her chin presses against your stomach and the mere contact makes your skin burn "you okay up there? 'cause last time i recall i was invited to smoke with you love, you're making me feel a little betrayed here."

stoner!vi who likes the fact you're smoking from her weed. may seem stupid but she damn prides on knowing you choose her every time even when uni is fucking plagued with providers all around: you praise about her quality, chanting about how good your high was, how she never disappoints.

the world seems to stop against your skin, the time dies between your thighs, the intense smell of your arousal clouds her with longing and her mouth waters at the compulsion to lean forward.

"it's not fair, making me feel so- fuck so-" the words die on her tongue, cause your panties are soaked through, clinging to your folds and she's already drunk on it, lost in the haze as she looks up to you, barely illuminated by the lights in the apartment, the ember of the joint lighting every once in a while.

"talk to me," your voice is rough as your hand reaches down to her hair, taking the long strands of the mullet between your fingers — "how do i make you feel, huh? tell me vi."

stoner!vi who's a chaotic eater. she whimpers at your praises as her tongue laps from over your slick underwear, drool escaping from the corners of her mouth as her nose rubs against your sensitive cunt and she doesn't really care if she stinks like pussy after, if you're gushing all over her cheeks as she's making your underwear to the side; she's surrendering entirely, spreading you with her fingers and sinking her face in your puffy, swollen lips already sticky with a sheen of arousal.

she cannot seem to have enough, one arm tangled around your leg as she's comfortable enough to gather a good amount of saliva on her mouth so she can let it fall against your already leaky pussy, scooping it with her fingers to use it as lube when her digits are forcing themselves against your entrance, opening you up for her as vi's mouth sucks greedy around your clit.

so you forgot about the joint laying between your fingers as you hold her face against your sex, moving your hips against her mouth until she's looking at you through half lidded eyes and you can see how her face seems to glisten thanks to you. vi seems to be hitting all the nice places when her fingers scissors inside you, rubbing on your walls as you become pliant in her touch, inviting as you seem to suck her in deeper.

stoner!vi who pays attention, cause she's fixated in your face when you fall apart, dissolving into pleasure, splintering in lust for a brief moment she prolongs as much as it's possible, slowly pumping her fingers inside your tight entrance to keep seeing that pretty face all constricted in need, babbling about how good she's eating you, how full you are when her fingers fuck you dumb like that.

stoner!vi who shoves her fingers in your mouth right after fucking you, using her thumb to trace them along the seam at first, coaxing you to open them for her, pushing down on your tongue as soon as she's granted permission.

it's her turn to smoke now.

Nah this shit got me week

What is like dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn

Dating Doja Cat and Joseph Quinn together would likely be a wild and vibrant experience, filled with fun and excitement. Here's a scenario of what it might be like dating them:

**Doja Cat** would bring high energy, creativity, and spontaneity to the relationship. She's quirky, bold, and unafraid to express herself. You'd probably find yourself laughing often, going on wild adventures, and attending parties or creative events where her personality would shine. Doja might also enjoy showing affection in fun, unique ways—through music, playful teasing, and her quirky sense of humor. Expect fun social media moments with her, maybe even featuring in her TikToks or Instagram posts.

**Joseph Quinn**, on the other hand, would balance the energy with a calm, grounded demeanor. Known for his charm and low-key personality, Joseph would likely enjoy more intimate moments, like cozy nights in, cooking together, or watching movies. His thoughtful and caring nature would make you feel seen and appreciated. His subtle British wit would bring an added layer of humor to the relationship, complementing Doja's more flamboyant energy. With his background in acting, he'd enjoy deep conversations about art, film, and life.

Together, the three of you would form a unique dynamic—equal parts fun, thoughtful, and exciting. One moment, you might be at a glamorous event or concert with Doja, the next, you’re enjoying quiet, meaningful moments with Joseph. They would balance each other out, making every day a mix of creative chaos and heartfelt connection.

Jake Webber c reader

“Late-Night Adventures”

You never expected a grocery run at midnight to turn into an impromptu adventure, but Jake Webber had a way of making the mundane feel extraordinary. You had just suggested a snack run—something simple—and, as always, Jake ran with the idea like a kid in a candy store.

“Do you think we need three flavors of ice cream?” he asked, holding up a carton in each hand, his mischievous grin teasing a dangerous sense of fun.

“Need? No. Should we get them? Definitely,” you laughed, pulling your hoodie tighter as the cold air inside the store made your skin prickle.

Jake tossed the cartons into the cart without a second thought. “That’s the spirit!”

Every moment with him felt like living on the edge of something exciting, even if it was just debating between chips or candy at 1 a.m. He thrived in chaos and somehow, you always felt safe right in the center of it.

As you stood in front of the checkout, Jake wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “You know,” he said in a low voice, leaning in slightly, “the night’s still young. We could hit that 24-hour diner after this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Pancakes at 2 a.m.?”

“Exactly. It’s the breakfast of champions—midnight warriors like us.”

The way he smiled at you made your heart race. You could never resist his reckless charm, and honestly, you didn’t want to. With Jake, every moment was an adventure worth taking, and right now, pancakes at a diner sounded like the best idea in the world.

“Let’s do it,” you said, grinning up at him.

Jake’s eyes lit up. “That’s what I’m talking about!” He grabbed the bags, and together you pushed out into the cool night, knowing that as long as you were with him, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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is it possible for ppl to not tag pedro pascal x reader tag on joel miller fics please, it makes it so hard searching for actual pedro fics 😫

A girl can dream…sighhhh