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Heeeeey why didn’t you include Cutler on Beck’s potential partners? I will die on this hill!
No need to die on the hill, you are objectively right! He was definitely the first one I thought of when I realized I missed some programs but I was too lazy to go back and edit at that point. Unfortunately I have this thing where I binge a TV show every now and then and I immediately forget almost everything that happened in it until it's too late 😔
9/10 I love when a guy goes to save a guy he just met cause they trauma bonded
my desk and my backpack and my bedside table
why tf would you put it in your bathroom??? That's where you stand under the water not where you drink the water
recently saw ppl discuss whether they put their medicines in a kitchen cabinet or a bathroom cabinet and i was shocked by the fact that many ppl said kitchen cabinet. so now i need you to reblog this and say where you keep yours
these are things that eddie munson had in his bedroom and i wanted to remind the people
Well yeah that made me horny af… I can’t get black turtleneck Namjoon out of my head. Mr Kim knows exactly how hot he is and that makes him so much hotter. My brain gets all mushy and the way this is written makes it so much worse better. 💜
the man in black ~ knj | drabble
→ title: the man in black → pairing: namjoon x f!reader → genre/au: smut, pwp | strangers-to-??? → rating: m/18+, minors dni → word count: 1.2k → warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit (yes, that’s a warning), language, kissing, marking, fingering, nipple play, mirror sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), spitting, soft dom!joon, creampie → summary: you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar. → a/n: good god--this man has us all in a chokehold and ofc i had to write about him. this is dedicated to nat and i'm tagging @here2bbtstrash b/c they asked for a joon smut fic with this visual. i also wrote a back story for this too lmfao, maybe i'll post it another time. and this is un-beta'd, so i apologize if it succkksssss lol.
“Namjoon–” you whimpered as he strung kisses along your neck, then across your collarbone. His lips hovered above the top of your chest, teasing you. Your core was wet and aching for any kind of friction.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked in a low, husky voice, now squeezing your breast with his large hand, earning a moan from you.
You’d only met the man a few hours ago at the bar, but here you were - locked in the bathroom, panties on the ground, legs spread as Namjoon was slotted between them, calling you pet names, practically throwing all femininity out the door for this gorgeous man.
His silly little dance number with his friends and outfit had the whole bar in a chokehold, but none more than you.
You lulled your head, gasping for air when he tugged the top of your dress down along with your bra, wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his warm tongue sloppy as he flicked and lapped at the pebbled flesh.
“We…we should hurry,” you urged him, hands wobbly, struggling to hold yourself up on the bathroom counter. You imagined the line outside of the bathroom to be filled with grumpy people waiting for the two of you, wondering what the hell was going on inside.
Namjoon groaned at your suggestion. He wanted to take his time with you - learn about your wants and needs, but this probably wasn’t the time to do that. He pulled away, raving over you with darkened eyes. Holding out his hand, he helped you down, then swiftly turned you to face the mirror. One hand splayed across your stomach, holding you in place, and the other kneading your cheek underneath your dress.
“I want you to watch yourself as I destroy this pretty pussy, ‘kay?” he stated, pressing a kiss into your shoulder, making you shudder from the softness of his lips.
Shit, that line was enough to make you come right then and there.
He stepped to the side, and you watched him undo his belt, the buckle softly clinking against the brown leather strap. He continued unfastening the button and unzipping his pants. God–he was doing everything painstakingly too slow for your liking, so you pushed your ass towards him.
“Be patient, hmm?”
Your heart skipped a beat when a sudden knock on the door alerts the pair of you that you were taking too long. Panic builds in your chest, and adrenaline pumps throughout your veins, but there is no way you were leaving this bathroom without being pumped full of his cum.
“They can wait all night if they have to,” you said, surprising him with your sudden courage.
Namjoon chuckled, spitting on his hand and then sliding his fingers into your slit, which was already soaking wet. “Guess I didn’t need to do that, huh?”
You mewled, breath hitched in your throat at the loss of his fingers. Insufferable, you were. Your body already aching and throbbing for more of him. He’d surely be the death of you.
He pulled his cock out, pumping himself a few times before bringing his tip to your entrance, coating himself with your arousal. “Ready, baby?”
Before you could respond, he pushed in with one quick thrust. “Fuck–you’re so big,” you panted, falling forward, your hand caught the sink’s faucet.
Namjoon’s chest was flushed against your back, his hand trailing across your stomach, between your breasts to your chin, making you look at yourself in the mirror. “Eyes. Forward.”
You nod at his command. The stretch from his girth was enough to make you dizzy, but you didn’t want to refuse his request. To be honest, you’ve never had someone make you watch yourself in the mirror, so it was a bit strange and thrilling at the same time. More than anything, you wanted to watch Namjoon come undone from fucking you.
Briefly catching his gaze in the mirror, he almost pulled out entirely, leaving his tip in your cunt, before bucking back into you. Your eyes briefly closed, then fluttered open, catching your twisted expression in the mirror as he continued snapping his hips against your ass, over and over. Every time he pushed back in, he coaxed a moan from you.
He hissed when he felt you clench around him. He could never last long when he went raw, and it was stupid of him to do so because he barely knew you, but like always, his dick always clouded his judgment.
“Namjoon–please, don’t stop. Just like that,” you cried out.
His large hands gripped your waist, thrusting repeatedly into you as hard as he could. His cock disappearing into your pussy was the best view he could ever have–a view he needed to make sure he’d get to see again.
“Shit–baby, you’re so tight. You gonna come for me?”
As much as he loved the view of your ass, he wanted to see you shatter and unravel because of him. He bit down on his bottom lip, watching your expression twist and turn into pleasure. With every thrust, he elicited a whimper, causing your legs to become shaky, trying your best to hold yourself up.
“Unngh–Na–Nam–Joo” you struggled to get anything out except curses. His pace began to speed up, desperate and frantic for you to reach your climax. The coiling tension in the pit of your stomach building ever since he dragged you into the bathroom. You looked into the mirror, mascara running, hair out of place, mouth agape as Namjoon fucked himself into you.
His pants and groans were like electricity running throughout your body. You wanted to hear more from him—wanted to hear how good your pussy was making him feel. You began rutting yourself back into him, causing loud smacks reverberating throughout the bathroom walls. If the people waiting outside didn’t know what was happening before, they definitely knew what was happening now.
“Fuck–Namjoon–I’m gonna come,” you whined, bringing your fingers to rub circles on your clit, making your climax even more intense. Your legs now shake uncontrollably as the tension within you snaps, your walls fluttering around his cock, struggling to bite back moans as Namjoon fucked you through your orgasm. You’d only caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror as you came down from your high.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Namjoon grinned, showing off that dangerous dimple that caught your eye in the first place. He continued thrusting, now chasing his own climax. His muscles tightened every time he went deeper. Your slickness dripped down his length and down to his balls, causing lewd noises to fill the air. You straightened slightly, reaching back, gently pulling on the dark locks, tangling your fingers in his hair. Namjoon grunted, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, hips jerking sloppily as he came undone, spilling his cum into your pussy.
The two of you huffed and chuckled, catching each other’s gaze in the mirror–both fucked out and partially embarrassed at having to face the mass line of people waiting for the bathroom.
Namjoon pulled out, waddling over to grab toilet paper to clean the two of you up. Handing you a small roll, you wiped yourself as best you could before you went searching for your underwear, which was probably not a good idea to put back on, considering they were on the bathroom floor.
He tucked himself back in his underwear and pants, zipping himself up, his dimpled smile on display as he watched you pull your dress back down. He beelined towards you, his index finger gently lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “So when can I see you again?”
I truly hate the word "unalive." There are so many other euphemisms that fictional Italian mobsters worked so hard to provide you with and you just ignore them.
Somewhere along the way I ended up shipping Dionysus and Chiron (No this is not Percy Jackson, we do not stan Rick, he needs to take accountability) so here's that Dio: I WANT TO GIVE HIM THINGS
Dio: LIKE DICK AND SELF ESTEEM
Chiron: He knows I can hear him, right?
Anyways yeah if he's the only therapist on Mount Olympus, he's gotta be telepathic, and I love that for him XD
I mostly only ever joke about it, but I’m like not comfortable at all with some of my mom’s fixations and dialogue. It just legitimately makes me uncomfortable in a way no one else manages and I wish she’d stop. It’s giving repressed bisexuality but considering how many of those comments I’m the focus of- whoa boy. This is just another one of those things that I don’t think about and only just realized.
heres a comp of all the kissing I caught at tboy wrestling 😗