#🍯anon

[dirty-little-mind33]

sitting here procrastinating my school work thinking abt studying w college!dave lizewski instead 😔

i know he’d be sooo sweet, encouraging you to focus and helping you revise for midterms… although it would prob end with you pushing your papers off the bed and climbing onto him, making out with him until you were grinding on his lap, convincing him you needed this break and he’d compromise by agreeing to finger you and play with your pussy while he quizzes you on your notes. but you’d be a mess in his lap and eventually he’d give up on helping you with school, succumbing to his own desires and fucking all the stress out of you.

thats what i’m thinking about 🙃

-🍯

I WOULD SELL MY SOUL TO STUDY WITH COLLEGE!DAVE!! i love your mind omg!!

he's such a blushy mess who lives for some good praise. all he wants is to be useful to you, to help you work and he'll do that in any way he can!

grinding on dave is your favorite thing ever. he'll become so flustered. love how you said he would still use that time to help you and quiz you as he fingers you and licks and sucks your boobs as a reward bc he would!

but at the end of the day, you're quite persuading so you end up just riding him until you're both sleepy and the flash cards have fallen off the bed, long forgotten.

your head is now too empty and you're too fucked out to think of how stressed you are for your exams 😭

[mochinomnoms]

the whole them remaking food to try and make you feel less home sick is amazing but I want to share a silly idea. you know the videos going round of people making mash potato volcano with the dino nuggets and gravy? my mum used to make something like that when I was a kid and I still make it to this day when Im feeling home sick...so my brain said imagen telling someone whos all serious most of the time (thinking like Riddle, Trey, Jade etc) but they do it the make the silly sounding food layout just to make you smile. sorry just wanted to share the idea of this- 🍯

That's so cute though!! It's a silly meal (and messy) but it makes you smile and happy, who is he to judge? If dino nuggets with a mashed potato volcano is what you want, then it's what you'll get!

[pretty-little-mind33]

the pietro/peter thing has me totally confused too. i’m not at all versed in xmen comic history and when evan peters showed up in wandavision as the xmen version i was so let down i thought i was gonna see atj ☹️ someone needs to explain this lore to meee make it make sense!!

-🍯

no same but I think he couldn't show up as Pietro bc like.....bro is sadly a decomposed corpse in that universe......jbhgycftyguh

from what i understand about ralph boner (Evan Peters character in Wandavision) and i could be SO wrong and someone correct me if I am but okay Evan Peters character was neither Peter nor Pietro....

like him being Peter wouldn't make sense and he couldn't be Pietro bc like canonly Pietro looks like atj. even Wanda is confused in the show bc "Pietro" doesn't look like the Pietro she knows and remembers. like she knows that's not really her brother bc he's dead.

so in the end when it's reveal Agatha is controlling stuff, what i understood is that Agatha basically took this random kid and had him pretend to be Pietro. i think it's just a fun easter egg that he's played by Evan Peters who happens to be another Quicksilver yk? which i think just confused things for a lot of people but i don't think there is a relation...

i could be wrong tho...

[navybrat817]

Hello, Navy! Hope you're doing well. I'm here back again because i have a mighty need to tell you this:

just bucky saying "sit and take what you need, honey" and encouraging her to ride him with all her want/need... and not even 5 minutes in he's pleading "jesus, honey, wait you're gonna make me cum too soon" but his hands still encouraging her to keep going hard.

— 🍯anon

Oh, my beautiful nonnie.

Ride It

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky encourages you to take what you want.

Word Count: Over 760

Warnings: Established relationship, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), light choking, dirty talk, possessive behavior, slight feels if you squint, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Work was a big ball of suck today, but I hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Sit and take what you need, honey.”

That was what Bucky told you almost five minutes ago, and now he's forcing himself not to move as you brace your hands on his thighs and roll your hips. He watches, completely entranced, letting you bounce on his cock and take what belongs to you. Your nipples still have a bit of shine from him sucking on them and he can’t help but slide a hand to your throat and gently squeeze.

You giggle, a breathy sound, before you say, “Harder.”

He obliges and feels you tighten around him. His strength doesn’t scare you. You crave it. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs when you moan. “Bounce on my cock. Take me.”

Just like he has his days when he simply fucking needs you, which is quite often, you have those days, too. So, when you went into the living room, naked, tugged on his sweatpants, and straddled him without a word, he was more than happy to let you take control. It makes him feel good that you need him. Though it was taking everything in him to not thrust up into you or flip you over and pound into your pretty pussy until you cried.

As long as you get off, you can fuck however you please.

But he feels his head start to spin, his eyes half lidded when he feels the dam close to breaking. “Fuck, honey, wait,” he begs when you move faster, dropping his hand to your hip. He doesn’t keep you still. His touch only encourages you. “Gonna fill you up too quickly if you don’t stop.”

And he has to get you off.

His words only encourage you more. “Yeah, big boy?”

“I’m serious. Gonna come if you keep doing that,” he warns. Only you can make him lose control.

“You can. It’s okay,” you smile, a heart stopping smile, when he bites his lip. “I want you to.”

“Honey…” he growls, another warning. He isn’t sure if it’s for you or himself.

“My pussy’s that good, isn’t it?” you asked, circling your hips. “You wanna fill me up, don’t you? Make my pussy yours.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, his head falling back. He loves when you talk dirty. Loves fucking each of your holes. Bucky just loves you.

“I am. I’m fucking this thick… huge… cock,” you moan, your back arching and your hand moving between your legs to play with your clit. It’s such an erotic, filthy display and he swears he’s going to blow his load in a few more seconds. “Making it mine.”

His breath hitches when you lean in, your lips touching the corner of his mouth. “Fuck, yeah. It’s yours,” he promises, his breath ragged as you grind yourself down on his cock. Your cunt feels too good, squeezing him like you own him, the same way he owns you. He just doesn’t want to let go without you. “Want me to come? Wanna milk my cock for all it’s worth?” he asks, smacking your ass and smirking when you shriek.

“Yes!” you cry.

“Then keep riding me. Use me. Own me.” The wet squelch from your bodies meeting is almost obscene and he loves it. Loves every sound, every movement. He still can’t believe some days that he has you. That he gets to fuck you, love you, keep you. You’re his, and he’s yours. “‘Atta girl.”

“‘m close, Bucky,” you moan. He can feel it. You’re practically dripping. Such a pretty fucking mess. He wants to clean it up with his tongue. “So, give it to me. Come with me. I need it.”

Bucky will never deny what you need.

His fingers dig in as he starts to quiver. Bucky wasn’t a man who quivered until you and your perfect cunt showed up in his life. And your greedy cunt milks him just like you want, and he wonders if his release is what triggers yours. The moans you let out don’t stop him from claiming your mouth and swallowing down the last sounds from your orgasm. And he can’t stop himself from finally lifting his hips, drawing one last moan from you.

“Fuck…” he pants, smiling and framing your face. “I love you.”

“I love your cock,” you sigh, and giggle when he nibbles on your bottom lip. “And you.”

That makes his heart soar. “Get what you need?”

“Almost.” There’s a spark in your blissed out expression, and his cock stays hard inside your clenching walls. “Think I need one more.”

He gives you three, and you thank him for it.

Nothing to see here, lovelies! Go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[mrkis]

HI I HAVEN’T SENT ANYTHING IN OVER A YEAR I THINK?? BUT I HOPE YOU’VE BEEN DOING WELL AND I’M SO PROUD OF YOU FOR BEING CLOSE TO ANOTHER MILESTONE!!

your blog has come so far and i’m so glad you’ve cultivated this community of 24/7 horny nctzens because i think that’s kinda iconic

i love u always i hope you’ve been feeling better !!

<3 🍯

no worries! i hope you've been well and healthy, its great to hear from you :,) i'll forever be entirely grateful for the support and love that me and this blog has gotten for the amount of time i've been here.. kinda romantic yk

[becca-e-barnes]

Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

[screampied]

Vegas, do you have any tips of your own when it comes to writing smut? - 🍯

SUREEEEE~ ☆

one big tip to start is that, don’t feel discouraged to write smut just because you don’t have experience irl. i’ve had lots of anons ask me in the past if someone can write smut without actually ever having sex before, and ofc you can! it’s fiction at the end of the day, and it’s supposed to be exaggerated and inaccurate. like tbh sex in fiction is not as amazing as it is irl i’ll say that. HAVE FUNNNN WITH YOUR PORN, BE DRAMATIC AND SILLY. we’re all doing the same thing.

invest in grammarly or some kind of writing correction software. this is really helpful! especially if you don’t have a beta reader, and/or you’re like me and english isn’t your first language. also—use a thesaurus. if you feel like you’re repeating certain words, phrases, i’d recommend wordhippo.com

when writing smut, you have a lot of things to focus on at once. (positions, emotions, tension, dialogue, body language, breath patterns, orgasms, minuscule details such as the bed shaking/creaking, the wind, etc.) it’s important to pace yourself when you’re writing smut. it’s a lot, but a tip i’d give is to take breaks every so often. describe to the very best of your ability, i like to visually imagine the scenes i write as if it’s actually happening so it gives me a better picture for when i write—if that makes sense. for breathing patterns, describe how it sounds, is it quick or slow? irregular breaths, panting like a dog? be descriptive, also make sure to write about both reader and the character(s) emotions

read your dialogue out loud. this helps to make sure it sounds right or if you have a typo. try reading backwards too!

when writing smut, this is also important. avoid writing things such as (her cheeks turned rosy pink, he ran his fingers through her straight strands, her blue/specific colored eyes stared into his) not everyone can relate! i know i can’t, and it’s important to be inclusive in your writing because it’s a difference between a “reader” and a “oc”, unless you say you’ve stated prior that you’re writing specific details.

reading lots of novels def will help strengthen your vocabulary :D in my spare time—i read lots of vintage magazines, novels and books and focus on all the words i see. you never know, you might stumble upon a phrase/word that you like! reading helps a lot, regardless if you’re writing smut or any other genre.

lastly, have fun!!! 🌸 it can be hard writing smut sometimes, especially if you’re new but that’s okay. what’s important is that you’re writing for yourself and you’re having fun doing it <3

[kissingmilfs]

(Caribbean anon) "i feel like sevika greatly enjoys bending mel over when they’re dancing. and one hand on mel’s waist and the other is spread across her back to keep her bent." - yessss! You understand the vision. Mel probably has the nastiest dutty wine in her somewhere. She's West African (in this AU anyways). The ass shaking and waistline are genetic. They're probably even worse about it when they're home alone,tbh.

Poor Mel can't even be vocal in peace because while she may be tipsy, she's also not trying to wake Isha up. Or the neighbours(would the Zaunites even file noise complaints on each other? I don't think they would). At one point,the urge to scream out gets so bad that she actually bites Sevika's hand in her attempt to not make noise.

(But going off how Sevika reacted to Caitlyn biting her in season 2, joke's on Mel, she's into that shit.)

oh fine! you pulled my leg enough! (joking) i’ll write the blurb! see the horny couple below.

content warnings: semi-public (strap) sex, dirty talk, horny dancing (18+)

(please do not come for me if you look up the song mentioned and get offended @ the non-caribbean people. the lgbtq caribbean community v much loves the song despite the first few words 😬)

* *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘

it’s already 8pm as the party settles down to the adults only. isha effectively crashed over an hour ago. the combined power of too much food, a slice of cake, a sip of Jinx’s shandy and then a drop of rum sneaked to her by no other than Sevika. isha wanted to stay up later because her favorite dessert, coconut tart, had not yet been delivered. everyone knows the auntie is constantly running late and most likely held up at another party. now it’s all the adults outside as jinx and ekko huddle to themselves in the living room.

sevika threw both of them a warning look as she slipped back outside. she trusts both of them but trust doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what 19 year olds can get up to. but sevika gets a good laugh when ekko straightens up and pushes jinx off of him.

sevika’s shoes press into the slightly soft ground of the backyard. each step determined and purposeful. she finds mel in an idle conversation with their next door neighbor. her girlfriend doesn’t seem too engaged but she’s far too polite to exist the conversation. luckily for mel, sevika does not care. she approaches the auntie with a respectful smile on her face. sevika even notices how mel brightens up as her boyfriend comes to her rescue.

“excuse me, auntie. but can i borrow mel?” sevika asks while touching the woman’s shoulder with a vague smile on her face.

the woman pauses mid-conversation. she glances at sevika then at mel before reluctantly nodding. sevika immediately grabs hold of mel’s hand, guiding the woman towards the protected area of the backyard. it’s a basic concrete slab underneath an awning connected to the house. it’s where they kept the food and drinks and a few chairs.

sevika pops open a beer effortlessly with the edge of the table then begins making a drink for mel.

“always coming to my rescue. my prince charming.” mel’s voice is silky with an underlying raspiness. sevika cannot help but smile. good to know they’re both feeling the effects of drinking and the summer air.

sevika is rather heavy handed with the rum she’s pouring. it’s not entirely intentional but mel certainly won’t mind. after creating the rum punch, sevika takes a little sip from the clear plastic cup then hands it off to mel.

it’s now mel’s turn to guide sevika. the song on the playlist shuffles to a familiar tune. sevika can tell by the way mel’s shoulders begin moving that her partner wants to dance. and dance they will. sevika leaves her drink on the food table and carefully spins mel around. sevika wraps one arm around mel’s waist, molding their bodies together. she hears a pleased hum coming from mel. sevika grinds her hips against mel’s ass in a slow circle.

then sevika hears a surprised whimper coming mel. good. mel can feel the added bulge in sevika’s pants. burying her face in the crook of mel’s neck, sevika can smell her girlfriend’s coconut hair products, her shea butter and that sinful egyptian musk she wears. her nose presses against mel’s skin as they find the rhythm of the song together. mel tips her head back slightly on sevika’s shoulder. their hips moving in sensual circles. sevika’s strap snug on her hips and crotch.

mel bites her lip at the tension building between them. they’re in their own little bubble. the music fades into a new one but they’re still pressed tightly. sevika starting to breathe heavy against her neck. but then the song shifts to Romping Shop. sevika, all but growls, in mel’s ear. sevika’s arm moves it’s wrapped position and she comes to grip mel’s waist. mel doesn’t need any further instructions. the song is moving through her the same way it is for sevika. sevika’s prosthetic arm bends mel over and plants against her lower back. and that fucking dress. the dress sevika told mel was too scandalous for a kid’s birthday party. the dress sevika warned mel would get her in trouble. it’s a tightly crotchet dress of yellows, blues, greens and purples. the second sevika bends mel over the fabric rides up on mel’s thighs.

even if the dress wasn’t mean to fit mel’s curves it simply had no choice. her body outlines and hug the fabric. and as mel begins whining slowly and sensually and as sevika matches the pacing—the fabric slowly but surely rides up inch by inch. and fuck, mel just had to look back at sevika mid-song. her hand on one knee and the other still expertly holding her cup of rum punch. her eyes are half-lidded and sevika can see the wanting, the lust pooling and swimming in those green eyes.

mel can feel sevika’s strap grinding against her ass but more importantly she can feel it teasingly grinding into her cunt. it’s not merely enough. sevika’s tucked it properly and even as mel grinds down—it does nothing more than frustrate her. sevika looks around the backyard momentarily and notices everyone’s left. she has no recollection of that happening. she didn’t hear anyone say goodbye.

“let’s go.” sevika growls and pulls mel up by her waist. she does not hesitate or answer the confused look on mel’s face. mel stumbles over her feet but eventually finds her footing as sevika pulls her towards the side of the house.

mel’s drink swooshes around in her cup at the speed in which sevika pulls her. the side of sevika’s house faces someone’s garage. sevika pushes mel against the wall. she grabs the cup in mel’s hand and takes a big sip. then sevika cradles her girlfriend’s jaw.

“open.” it’s the only command that sevika grunts out. mel only looks confused for a few seconds before she opens her mouth. sevika takes another sip, tips mel head back a little then carefully allows the alcohol to flow out of her mouth into mel’s. once the drink is transferred, sevika squeezes mel’s jaw and crashes their lips together. mel immediately slips her arms around sevika’s neck. both hands come to grip mel’s waist and sevika lifts her against the wall. without second thought, her girlfriend’s legs wrap around her waist.

with sevika pinning mel against the wall, one hand grips the underside of her thigh while the other frantically yet effortlessly tugs mel’s underwear to the side. her fingers brush against mel’s cunt and sevika takes a deep breath.

“you’re already fucking wet.” sevika groans while her fingers move to the zipper. once she’s pulled it down—sevika guides the strap out.

mel moans and greedily bucks her hip upwards. “and it’s your problem to fix.” she watches sevika guide the tip of the strap to her aching pussy. tipping her head back with a quiet moan as sevika rubs the shaft between her folds.

sevika’s pupils visibly dilate when she pulls her hips back slightly and see a noticeable slick glimmering on the strap. and sevika cannot contain herself. not when mel’s also staring down at the sight. and especially not when sevika also aches to buries herself deep into mel. hearing mel’s slight panting snaps sevika out of her slight daze. and they both hold their breaths as sevika guides the flesh-toned strap to mel’s entrance and with one thrust of sevika’s hips—she’s buried to the hilt of the toy.

one hand immediately slaps over mel’s mouth because she instantly forget her surroundings and was close to releasing a high pitched moan. sevika wastes no time building up to the momentum that has mel whining and staring at sevika with an almost dumbfounded look in her eyes. mel pants and moans quietly (the best she can) against sevika’s hand. each thrust presses mel into wall. she’s bound to have an imprint on her back later.

but mel cannot bring herself to care. not when sevika’s forehead is pressed against hers and she can see sevika holding back from grunting. and sevika’s fingers dig into the back of her thigh to keep her upright. every time sevika pulls out slowly—she immediately slams back in with a force that makes mel whimper. and all mel can do is take it. her nails scratch at sevika’s neck and her undercut which all proves to further egg sevika on.

“who owns this pretty pussy?” sevika drops her hand from mel’s mouth, awaiting the answer.

mel’s mouth drops open, attempting to answer sevika but it’s futile. all she can do is withhold all her moans and whimpers at the back of her throat. sevika growls and her now free hand grips mel’s waist. she slows her steady thrusting and opts to grind her hips against mel’s.

“come on, pretty baby. you can do it. tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

mel whimpers and weakly tugs sevika forward to plant her lips below sevika’s ear. her eyes are practically lulling to the back of her head. “g-gods…sev…you, baby.”

sevika manages to hold mel even closer than possible. “say it, mel. you know i can do this all night.” sevika replies with a growl in her words as she continues grinding the strap into mel. “don’t go dumb on me yet, baby.”

mel pants near sevika’s ear. “…belongs to you…it’s all yours.”

with those few words enough for sevika, she gives her everything and more to fucking mel into oblivion. they’re so lost and dazed in their own world—neither one of them hear the tarts being dropped off or fully put 2 and 2 together that jinx, ekko and isha are responsible for the fireworks exploding in the front yard.

[carmenberzattosgf]

I feel like Carmy would love to watch you get ready. Especially if you give him a little GRWM and explain all of the steps and products. He would listen so intently. He just loves staring and watching you do anything really.

-🍯

Oh gosh he so would! When you get ready in the morning, if he has time he’ll sit on the bathroom counter and just watch you. It’s a little bit daunting the first time he does it after spending the night at your place.

“Carm. You’re starring, baby.”

“What are you putting on there?” He points to the bottle in your hand.

“This is my SPF.”

“Isn’t it like… Winter? Why do you need sunscreen?”

“Sun rays are just as harmful in the winter as in the summer, Carmy! I gotta keep my skin protected. Sun screen is the best way to prevent skin cancer,” you explain.

“Should you put some on me, then?”

“Oh my god. I thought you’d never ask.”

From then on, Carmy will make it his mission to sit and watch you get ready when he’s over. He’ll ask what stuff is if he’s never seen it before, or if you buy a new product. As long as it’s not makeup, he’s willing to let you put anything you want on his skin.

He asks a lot of questions during the makeup part of your routine. Mostly, he’s curious about how you choose eye shadow colors everyday, and how you find the right shade of blush. He knows how color theory works on paper from years of drawing, but has no clue how that would work on human skin.

I just know in my bones that one day when he walks into work Richie notices he smells like flowers from the lotion you put on him that morning, and teases the fuck out of him for it. Carmy doesn’t mind though, because it means he smells like you.

[ozzgin]

HIII!! i just wanted to say that i love love love you writing so much, and ive been reading a bunch of them for a while now!! i'm a writer (im rima!!), too, and i ADORE your writing style and you're description and the way you bring your characters to life and how i really can imagine them as though they were right next to me. it's always such a pleasure to see your posts, and pls accept my phone hugs AAAA !! ❤️❤️

could i be 💃🏻 anon? if not, 🧚🏻‍♀️, 🧜🏻‍♀️,🪻,🪐, 🍭 work too!! thank youuuu! all the love in the world!! keep doing what you're doing, you're so loved! please make sure to hydrate yourself and eat and take breaks!!

Sorry for clogging your post like this, anon, but I thought I'd use this opportunity to update the overall list. I'm afraid someone has claimed the dancing fever mere hours before you, but I am offering you the lollipop as a sweet alternative.

For the 🦨 and 🎤 anons, lamentably both those options (wing included) are already taken, so you will have to either conjure a new signature, or wrestle the copyright owners in fresh, slightly damp mud.

I thank everyone for the kind words; know that if we were ever stuck in a stereotypical Japanese romance anime together, I would - without exception - offer you my umbrella to shield you on your way home from high school. You'd try to deny my gesture, of course, but I would sprint away, vanishing into a cloud of dust before you can utter another word.

[mattscoquette]

did you see the triplets new story??? MATT LOOKS SO GOOD I NEED HIM 😫😫😫 -🍯

[fcthots]

I feel like Jason would love laying his head on your stomach. It’s so warm and comforting, he would just love it. If you played with his hair/scratched his head he’s in heaven.

-🍯

One second you were laying peacefully on the couch, scrolling on your phone, the next Jason had taken the phone out of your hands.

You sigh and open up your arms. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms around you. He buries his head in your stomach and makes a content sound.

You smile, laying one arm across his back to trace shapes and the other wrapped around his head, running your fingers though his hair. You gently began to scratch his scalp.

He falls asleep in under 5 minutes.

[mochinomnoms]

🍯 here. I didnt say straight up because I didnt want to make it worst if I already had but it was the lactaion one sorry.

Ah I know what we're talking about now! I think I might have deleted that due to trying to get rid of all the boob pockets asks as they were getting a bit much.

It was a bit of a tmi but I just deleted it so it's all good!

[pretty-little-mind33]

heavy on creative writing over the college essays. all i wanna do is write - i currently have an essay due like a week ago i still haven’t turned in idek if my prof will still accept it 💀

-🍯

omg good luck!! i hope they do bc shit is hard, they need to be understanding!

creative writing is so much better than essays!! i just want to do that! 🥴 so i feel you!

[hyunsvngs]

Okay but imagine how fucking hot stoner!Felix would be. His voice would get deeper and his accent would get even thicker. He'd be so horny that his eyes would glaze over and he'd beg you to ride him, filling you up multiple times until he's so oversensitive that he's nearly in tears.

-🍯🐝

THIIIIIS THIIIIIIIIIIIS.

“just sit on it, babe, i know you’re wet enough,” he huffs, little fingers holding up his cock. he’s pulled his t-shirt up to his chest, exposing his taut stomach and freckles littering the expanse of his skin. felix is so talkative when high, voice deep and accent thick with his happiness. “c’mon, ride me, please! i need it so bad.”

felix looks so angelic and innocent with his blonde hair splayed out on the pillows, eyes half lidded and his mouth in a permanent soft grin. you can’t help yourself when you nod, straddling felix and sinking down on his cock with a wet, tight heat.

“that’s it, that’s it,” he slurs, still grinning. his hands move to your asscheeks, gripping and pulling upwards until he’s controlling your pace, hips bucking into you at a sinuous pace. “mm, wet little pussy. ah- fuck, baby, i-“

“you’re- lixie, are you gonna cum already?” you question, panting at the feeling of his cock pressing into you so deliciously.

“i- yeah, yeah,” he groans, nodding. his voice is so low, so gravelly, and his eyes clench shut hard and he lets out an anguished yell. “i’m gonna cum, but just- keep fucking me. keep riding me, force it to get hard for you.”

[mcondance]

Ok hear me out, sugar!!

Hobie who loves leaving his mark on you! During backshots he's commanding you to throw it back on his shit and slapping your ass hard enough to leave prints....missionary and his hands are wrapped your throat just tight enough to leave an imprint......mating press and you've got bite marks every fucking where (bonus if he's got on lipstick!!)!!

AHH!! DON'T LEAVE ME! 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️

Honey anon

my brain is so empty. hobie’s so damn big so his hands gotta be massive like i can imagine looking at the prints in the mirror the next day and he says some shit like “ain’t getting rid of those no time soon, doll” like he cares 😭😭 when he wraps his hands around your throat during missionary he literally cannot help but crack a smile at the way you tear up and get tighter around him, eyes rolling back at the pressure.

now.. this mating press… he’s so big he literally dwarfs you so he loves doing positions where he can just press his size against you. your legs over his arms and his hips slapping against yours slow and deep. biting and kissing your neck and chest while he plows you into the mattress. and the lipstick.. yeah. black prints in the shape of his lips scattered against your brown skin, the pigment messy and runny from spit. bite marks decorating your shoulders and chest. you both think it’s hot as fuck. you barely feel like wiping it off in the shower after.

THE ENDING OMG I RMBR THAT CHALLENGE 😭 IT WAS SO FUNNY 2 ME 💀💀 also congrats bae ur my first named anon 🤭🤭